I write novels in the East Palace

Zhou Chengyi hadn't started writing for a long time, and he wrote slowly at first, but after he got used to it, he couldn't stop writing.

For several days in a row, he was immersed in the work in the study, and he did not leave even when he was eating or sleeping. A bean lamp was often still on in the middle of the night.

But it made the two young eunuchs who were new to serve anxious.

The handsome one is called Chang Xia, and the taciturn one is called Lin Dong.

The former was called by the Internal Attendant, and the latter was sent in by the Prince's Mansion, both of which had been carefully beaten.

"Don't see the East Palace is deserted now, but although the thunder is urgent, the rain is slow. It is not yet known whether it will fall or not, how much it will fall and where it will go." Wang He warned.

Wang Changxia is Wang He's adopted son, so he naturally knew that his adoptive father would not harm him, so he deeply engraved the words in his heart, and dared not do anything wrong.

"Master, you haven't closed your eyes all night, it's already dawn!" Chang Xia looked anxiously, and persuaded, "You should put down your pen and rest for a while before writing! Even if it's just for an hour!"

However, Zhou Chengyi's expression was focused, and all his thoughts were put on Xinkeng. It was a rare time, not only did he not feel sleepy after a night, but he was also extremely excited, thinking that he could still pamper Wan Guifei again.

Naturally, dissuasion was ignored, and later, it was simply blocked.

In the end, the two had no choice but to report the situation to the organization.

A moment later, the chariot stopped at the East Palace.

Zhou Chengyi turned his head in displeasure when his pen was taken away, and suddenly met his brother's pale and sickly face.

——It has to be said that the emperor really understood the frailty of the second son.Even though Zhou Chengyao took some preventive medicine that day, he was still sick when he returned home.

The imperial doctor said that the mood swings were too big, and the old disease relapsed when he relaxed. Fortunately, the depression in his heart has been relieved, and he is willing to calm down and recuperate, so it is not a big problem.

"Brother?!" Zhou Chengyi was very surprised to see him suddenly, and quickly got up to give up his seat to the patient who covered his lips and coughed and was not breathing steadily. His tone was a little worried and questioning, "You are not well yet, what happened? come to see me?"

"It's not because of you!" Although Zhou Chengyao's cheeks became thinner after a serious illness, he was still in good spirits. He coughed and his face became ruddy. To the point where you can’t eat or sleep?”

Only now did Zhou Chengyi realize why he came here, and he couldn't help being a little embarrassed, "Brother, they made a fuss and exaggerated..."

Zhou Chengyao went straight to Huanglong, "Did you rest yesterday? Is breakfast available?"

Zhou Chengyi muttered, speechless.

Zhou Chengyao said angrily, "You are like this, do you think your life is too long or mine is too long?! Hurry up and go to bed!" Without saying a word, he asked Chang Xia Lindong to hold Zhou Chengyi up and drag him to sleep.

These two are just fourteen or fifteen year old boys. Chang Xia was sent to the palace since childhood, and Wang He took care of him to eat and dress well. However, he was born with slender bones and was thin due to lack. Lin Dong was a little stronger, but not The degree to which he can control Zhou Chengyi, who is more than eight feet tall.

Fortunately, Zhou Chengyi asked someone to move Luo Hantao to the study to make a temporary bed for better writing.

This is convenient for them.

The two struck out unexpectedly and pinned Zhou Chengyi on the couch before he could resist.

Zhou Chengyi was very helpless, struggling to explain his state, "Brother, I'm not sleepy, really!"

"Lie down and close your eyes." Zhou Chengyao sat down in front of him with a straight face, as if he had made up his mind to stare at him to sleep.

Zhou Chengyi still wanted to speak, but when Zhou Chengyao coughed, he immediately closed his mouth.

"Brother, you majestic prince, how can you be a rascal." Zhou Chengyi complained, and finally closed his eyes under his brother's lightning-like gaze.

Zhou Chengyi thought it was because he couldn't fall asleep, but he didn't expect that his consciousness would become hazy as soon as he closed his eyes.

Looks really tired.

However, although his body was exhausted and fell asleep, his spirit was still active with excitement.So in the half-dream and half-awake period, it seemed that Yunmenghu and the tens of thousands of Yin soldiers came out of the words and fell into a dream, and they came alive in his mind, extremely vivid.

He subconsciously reached out and groped under the pillow, wanting to touch the recording pen specially used to record inspiration.

But nothing was touched.

"Inspiration... is about to run away..." Zhou Chengyi struggled to open his eyes, he only woke up for a moment, staring blankly at the room full of antiques, his eyes stayed on the four treasures of the study on the table for a moment.

Then the drowsiness came back, his eyelids were heavy, and he was fighting up and down, Zhou Chengyi felt that he might fall down and talk about it in the next second.

He quickly got up and staggered to the table, grabbed a piece of clean rice paper, picked up a pen and began to write inspiration on it.

When Zhou Chengyao came in, he saw Zhou Chengyi got up at some point.

He seemed to remember something, and then fell asleep on the table.He was still holding a pen in his hand, and half of the sleeve was stained with ink, but he didn't notice it.

"...I really like it that much? I think about it even in my sleep." Zhou Chengyao thought that his younger brother really hadn't changed.

He asked Lin Dong to bring a blanket, went forward to cover him, and took away the pen in his hand. He glanced at the piece of rice paper pressed in the palm of his hand, and looked at the words that were twisted and twisted on it.

The innocence of each other is blurred together, and there is a lot of strokes - I can't tell what is written, only vaguely see the words Yunmenghu, Yinbing, General and so on.

Zhou Chengyao remembered that he had heard the beginning of the story before, and this time he was really curious about the story written by the younger brother. He looked at the manuscripts that had been collected and sorted, and finally stretched out his hand eagerly.

Just looking around, he couldn't help laughing, "I haven't seen you for a while, why is this word getting more and more degraded, it's still missing arms and legs, and the word dream is written wrong." This manuscript that even wrote the title wrong, Send it to the bookstore, I'm afraid it will be returned as it is.

Zhou Chengyao was very worried, so he asked someone to bring a cinnabar pen, circled the word Meng, and wrote the correct traditional characters beside it. The delicate and delicate lower case with hairpin flowers set off Zhou Chengyi's characters even more.

Zhou Chengyao couldn't help laughing, and then continued to look down.

When I saw this, I was out of control, and I was fascinated.

Zhou Chengyao was in poor health, and he couldn't even learn horseback riding and archery that the children of the aristocratic family needed to learn, so he could only read books to pass the time.

He is not like his younger brother who is cautious and prudent as a prince, for fear that if he makes a mistake, he will never recover.

Zhou Chengyao only reads idle books.He must have a copy of the ones that are widely circulated in the market, and he also includes some lesser-known boutiques.

He has read a lot of drama and story books, and even a lot of comic strips, but this is the first time he has seen such an eye-catching narrative style, concise and easy-to-understand words, and special symbols Sentence.

The rhythm is tight, the plot is bold and novel, and the characters are extremely fresh.

When this Yunmenghu saw Yin soldiers fighting, his first reaction was to act right and wrong.

"Don't ever see me." Yunmenghu said silently in her heart.

But the prayer didn't work, and she was directly tied up by the Yin soldiers as a spy, and said that she would be severely tortured.

The beginning of the article has already made people forget the customs, Zhou Chengyao couldn't wait to continue reading.

It turns out that this group of Yin soldiers were originally soldiers of the Song Dynasty a hundred years ago.

A hundred years ago, the army of the Song Dynasty was weak, and the barbarians from all directions coveted the fertile soil of the Central Plains, and led the prairie cavalry to invade. The country was destroyed and the mountains and rivers were destroyed.

This army guards the pass of the Central Plains. For the sake of their wives, children, kings and ministers, the common people dare not take a step back. They fight here to the death. Even the enemy admires their loyalty!

In the end, he died because of betrayal.

And here is their burial place.

After Yunmenghu resolves the life-and-death crisis, he is invited by General Ghost to stay and resolve the grudges and regrets in the hearts of these Yin soldiers who died in battle, and extradite their souls to leave.

Yunmenghu originally thought that the resentment in the hearts of the soldiers who died due to betrayal was probably related to the king, but he didn't think it was all trivial "trivial things".

"I want to see my mother-in-law and my baby. It doesn't matter if I don't see you. I just want to know how they are doing."

"I am 17 years old and have no daughter-in-law. I want to see my parents again."

"I came here on the run from the famine, and I was only able to earn a living in the army because of the pity of the general. I have nothing to see, I'm just a little hungry, and I want to leave when I'm full."

"I want people to remember me, take care of my bones, and pay respects to my grave."

……

All kinds, nothing more than the case.

In just a dozen or so paper manuscripts, Zhou Chengyao saw mixed flavors, especially the place where it stopped abruptly at the end.

It's because some people in the Yin soldiers resented the court's behavior and wanted to avenge the chaos, so they turned into ghosts and were killed by the ghost general.

General Ghost said, "We are honored to defend our home and country, even if we die, we will not regret it!"

Just ten figures, shocking.

Zhou Chengyao glanced at Zhou Chengyi who was deeply asleep, and sighed softly, "You, after all, I can't let go."

Yes, how can I let it go.

Marshal Zhongli did not hesitate to go through fire and water for his family and country, even though his life was on the line several times, he never retreated once.

His illustrious military exploits, and the current prosperity of the Xiao Kingdom all depend on Zhong Liyue's protection in the frontier battle field.

But such a hero was splashed with dirty water, and he was labeled as a collaborator and treason just because of a defeat in Cangzhou.

How to let go!How willing!If not chilling!

After all, this is struggle.

Zhou Chengyao made up his mind that no matter how many obstacles there were in the way ahead, he not only wanted this "Fox Dream" to be published, but also spread it widely. It would be best if the whole world knew it, spread it to the court, and spread it to His Majesty!

Look at those dirty people, they are worthy of the soldiers and common people at the border, they are worthy of Marshal Zhongli!

Zhou Chengyi fell asleep and woke up, and the world suddenly changed.

Zhou Chengyao, who had previously told him not to worry, changed his attitude eight hundred degrees when he woke up, and even started urging him to write quickly.

Facing his confusion, Zhou Chengyao said, "I didn't know you had such a talent before. After reading the article, I realized that what I thought before was completely wrong. Fortunately, it's not too late, and the chaos can be corrected."

Zhou Chengyi: "...Brother, you actually want me to fill in the hole."

"What is filling a hole?" Zhou Chengyao was puzzled.

Zhou Chengyi simply explained, "Writing an article is like the process from digging a hole to filling it."

Zhou Chengyao had an epiphany, "It's very impressive. Your pit is very beautiful. If you fill it in, it will be a spectacle, and it will last forever."

He said tactfully and gestured to the pen and paper that had been placed on the table.

Zhou Chengyi: "..."

"Brother, I just woke up..." Zhou Chengyi looked up with a still dazed face, and had to remind his brother who was urging him at his desk, "I didn't even wash my face."

Before the words were finished, his brother clapped his hands, and Chang Xia and Lin Dong came in with the toilet utensils.

Zhou Chengyi didn't even move a finger, and was cleaned up by the waiter.

He also thoughtfully served meals, and when Zhou Chengyi had eaten and drank enough to lie down on Luo Han's bed with salted fish, the pen and paper were handed over to him.

Zhou Chengyi shrank his neck, "Brother, I'm sleepy, let's write tomorrow."

"..." Zhou Chengyao showed a gentle smile.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhou Chengyi was in front of the table thinking hard about the piece of paper on which ghosts drew talismans in his sleep.

In the end, he let out a long breath, reluctantly put down the paper, raised his head and said to Zhou Chengyao with an unwavering expression, "Brother, it's not that I don't write, it's that I really can't understand what I wrote."

The inspiration in the dream is very important, even though Zhou Chengyi doesn't remember it, he is sure that it is definitely the brightest.

If he had never done it before, Zhou Chengyi might continue to write according to the original outline, but once he grasped that inspiration, he would never be able to let it go.

Zhou Chengyi has some rigid habits in writing, such as having to write an outline by hand, or this kind of inspiration in a dream, but this is the sense of ritual in his writing.

"Brother, I can't write without it." Zhou Chengyi said.

In fact, this kind of thing has happened before, but fortunately, the recording pen is voice, and a few keywords can lift the veiled memory.

Writing is difficult.

But it's still his crappy calligraphy.

It's like taking notes while fishing in class.

It knows you, you don't necessarily know it.

Zhou Chengyao looked at him suspiciously.

Zhou Chengyi immediately offered the paper with both hands, "Why don't you come and take a look?"