I write novels in the East Palace

Zhou Chengyi didn't know that a certain recipient even gathered a crowd to laugh at his calligraphy as a ghost calling for grievances.At this time, he was rolling up his sleeves, sharpening his knife and rushing at the swan.

Zhou Chengyi didn't know it was a swan at first, he only heard a clanking sound in the kitchen, and a creaking animal call, which didn't quite resemble a duck but was a bit like it, the sound was sharper and thinner than that of a duck.

He heard it all in the study, so he raised his voice and asked, "What's wrong?"

Chang Xia, who was guarding the door, replied, "Your Highness, it is a big goose that the envoys of the Western Regions paid tribute to. It flew from nowhere, and Lin Dong has already caught it."

Zhou Chengyi wondered how big and rare this big goose could be as a tribute, but he quickly put it aside and continued to conceive the outline with difficulty.

After finishing the Yin Bing Juan, Zhou Chengyi seemed to have reached the time of a sage. He wanted to write a pen to steal life, but he felt that it was not good at all.

To describe it, after a gluttonous feast, I feel a little disgusted with porridge and side dishes for a short time.The inspiration for the last eruption of the Yin soldiers was the gluttonous feast, which set off the original good life as a side dish of porridge.

Zhou Chengyi was a little distressed, but the inspiration was so mysterious that he couldn't wait for it to come, so he had to think hard to correct what he thought was wrong.

However, there happened to be a big goose who didn't know what to do.

Relying on his status as a tribute, this big goose was very domineering and arrogant. It wasn't enough to smash the kitchen, and he tossed about in the yard for a while.

That's all, later it made trouble in front of Zhou Chengyi.

Naturally, it couldn't enter the main hall, but the goose was actually quite smart if it couldn't stand it. When it sensed that there were people in the study, it began to knock on the window of the study with its beak to harass the people inside.

Zhou Chengyi didn't want to pay attention to it at first, he was thinking about how to write the outline of the second volume of "Fox Dream", but the husky goose refused to let go, banging on the window casement and squawking.

Zhou Chengyi was thinking of a beginning, although he was not very satisfied, but he finally made some progress, Xuanbi wrote a few sentences and then paused, and was about to think about it, when he was startled by a goose cry suddenly.

With a flick of his wrist, a huge drop of ink dripped from the tip of the brush onto the handwriting, and a large black ink blob swam out.

Two words were blurred.

He was a little irritated and planned to mend it at the side, but with another cry, his fingers trembled, and a thick ink mark was drawn on his hair.

"It's tolerable or unbearable! I won't stew your goose today, you don't even know how hot-tempered you are!" Zhou Chengyi suddenly put down his pen and beat the table, rushed to the window and pushed it open angrily .

Then he met a big goose with a long neck, half a person's height, and a snow-white body.

Zhou Chengyi: "..."

Taking advantage of the moment when one person and one goose were stunned at the same time, a hand broke through the wind.

Lin Dong grabbed its neck, and while the goose screamed and flapped its wings twice as big as its body, he pulled it toward him expressionlessly.

First, he pulled the hairband on his head to seal the mouth of the noisy goose, and then grabbed both of its wings like he was carrying chickens and ducks at home, and tied him up with a rope, without letting go of his feet by the way. Pass.

Lin Dong's movements were very fast, and he did it in one go. It can be seen that he has definitely done it before.

However, Zhou Chengyi didn't pay attention here. He looked at the big white goose with a long neck, his expression slightly cracked: This...isn't it a swan? !

Swan, wait, quill!The predecessor of the fountain pen!

Zhou Chengyi's eyes lit up suddenly, looking at the big goose as if he saw a piece of glowing gold.

Zhou Chengyi knows how to make a quill pen, but the failure rate is very high. The only tool is a rusty carving knife that has been idle for a long time. Everything is still being explored, and the failure rate is even higher.

Moreover, the service life of the quill is very short, and if he needs to use it frequently, it is really not good to not have a hundred or so.

After a while, Zhou Chengyi snapped up all the feathers that the big goose lost while flapping its wings, but only got a few usable ones.

"Next time, I will succeed." Zhou Chengyi, who is handicapped but confident, always believes that he has mastered the method.

He looked at the big goose lying flat and not struggling, and laughed a few times, "Brother Swan, can you lend me some more feathers?"

Swan froze instantly.

Today's weather is not very good. Although it didn't rain, it has been cloudy since the afternoon. In the late summer and early autumn, there was a cold wind.

The swan in the yard wailed bitterly, crawling upright in fear because its wings and feet were bound.

Occasionally, there were two short laughs mixed in with the intermittent sound of small jin Ge rubbing against each other.

The atmosphere was anxious and extremely eerie.

Not to mention that the patrolling Royal Forest Army retreated for the time being, even those standing guard across the palace gate felt terrified.

The two of them looked at each other, and they were both a little surprised: This, isn't His Royal Highness going crazy...

Every few years in this palace, there will be concubines who go crazy. Although princes and princes who go crazy after being deposed are not common, they are not uncommon.

Do you want to report this to Your Majesty?

Crazy is impossible to be crazy. Zhou Chengyi was a part-time writer in [-] in his last life. He managed to get through it quickly, but he got stomach cancer. The last life was so painful that he was not crazy. Now that he finally lived again, how could he be crazy.

In fact, if his life wasn't in danger, he would be able to eat without working in the East Palace, so he could be locked up for two or three years.

Zhou Chengyi laughed, purely because he was only one step away from owning a quill pen and writing beautiful characters again!

In his previous life, he was used to seeing his own sharp and sharp calligraphy, and he already had a complete aesthetic system. After coming here, he had no choice but to fight against his own aesthetics day by day, desperately telling himself: You wrote it yourself, you can't tear it up, it's even uglier if you tear it up and rewrite it, bear with it.

It's not that he hasn't tried to practice calligraphy from scratch, but calligraphy requires high posture, and it requires more arm strength and wrist strength than hard calligraphy.

The original owner had a bruise when he was young, but it was not a serious problem at the time, and it does not affect his life now, and the weakness of his wrist is only exposed when he writes calligraphy.

At first, Zhou Chengyi thought it was because he was not used to it, but later he wrote a lot, but there was still no change. He then pulled out that passage from the original owner's memory and understood.

So, he has endured his own ugly words for a long time!

And now, he is about to bid farewell to ugly words, how can he be unhappy!

The rubbing sound stopped, Lin Dong looked at the carving knife and confirmed that it was quite sharp, then put both hands in front of Zhou Chengyi, "Your Highness."

"Good job!" Zhou Chengyi took it immediately, smiled maliciously and looked at the silent howling swan, "Chang Xia, hold it down for me!"

Reflexively, Chang Xia grabbed the swan's neck to prevent it from breaking free.

This bird is also fierce enough, before it was not shut up, it was nagging people, it made Ling Dong's arms bruised, now it is not honest when it is caught by the neck, and it turns its head to want to nudge him.

It's a pity that it was shut up.

As soon as Chang Xia saw this kind of big white goose, the shadow memory of being chased by the big goose at the entrance of the village and scratching his butt came to his mind.

He was terrified of it, stretched out one arm, and swallowed nervously, "Your Highness, are you really going to do this? This, this is a tribute..."

Zhou Chengyi said indifferently, "What are you afraid of? I won't kill it. I'll just pluck out some of its feathers to make pens. Brother Swan won't be stingy."

The swan glared, but struggled in vain and could only be slaughtered.

"Look, Brother Swan is so considerate, so I won't be polite!" Zhou Chengyi turned black and white and cheerfully extended his sinful hand to Swan.

Zhou Chengyi finally got enough quills. He looked at the tossed swan and started to pretend to be dead, and touched his nose with some guilt.

This bird was probably raised by human beings. Although it is bearish, it is not very ferocious. It must be his carelessness to be caught easily. After all, even the big geese at the entrance of the village have more than this fighting power.

"Brother Swan, you've made a mess of my kitchen, smashed the bowl, and eaten the food, so I'll give you a little..." Zhou Chengyi looked at the swan's wings, and finally turned his eyes away , Changed his words, "A small amount of feathers is also reasonable, right?"

"If I let you go, you can't take revenge."

Zhou Chengyi murmured, and untied the swan's feet first, but there was no response.

He chose between the beak and the wings, and he finally chose the beak. The wings of large birds that can fly high are very powerful. Compared with them, the beak is more reliable. At least it can be controlled by hand without the rope.

"Your Highness, it's better to come here as a servant." Chang Xia was worried that Zhou Chengyi would be injured.

Zhou Chengyi waved his hand, he quickly cut the hair belt, and then took two steps back.

no response?

Zhou Chengyi suddenly had an inexplicable intuition, he stopped Chang Xia, who was about to go up to untie the wings of the swan, and gave Lin Dong a look, telling him to open the palace gate.

Sure enough, after the swan found that there was still a way to escape after the surrounding area was cleared, it jumped up, roared angrily and rushed out, not forgetting to kick over the pot full of sand used to process its feathers.

Clang.

Brother Swan cursed and quit the group chat.

"Puff." Zhou Chengyi couldn't hold back his laughter.

Two days later, Zhou Chengyao entered the palace and brought news that the young son Xu Rui's swan was almost tied up and eaten, and half of its feathers were pulled out.

"Last year when the Western Regions paid tribute to this swan, the young prince saw it and liked it and asked for it to be raised in the mansion. He brought it into the palace yesterday to show off. As a result, unexpected disasters occurred unexpectedly. The angry young prince cried and said that once he found it, he would definitely want it too." Let him taste the revenge of plucking hair." Zhou Chengyao couldn't help but said.

"..." The culprit, Zhou Chengyi, silently closed the half-opened drawer full of quills, and he insulted himself with righteous indignation, "This feather-plucker is really vicious."

Zhou Chengyao, who had known the truth for a long time, could not help laughing at him, and nodded in agreement.

Zhou Chengyao came today because he was entrusted by Fu Qian, "The magazine you mentioned, he made a sample issue, and asked me to show it to you, if you have any pointers, but it's okay."

"So fast?" Fu Qian, an actionist, is quite efficient.

Zhou Chengyao said, "He wants to get out "Fox Dream" before it is released, and release two issues first to see how it works."

Zhou Chengyi nodded, holding this magazine, a thin volume, the cover is an ink painting, with a few strokes outlining the night scene of Chang'an, with ethereal and wanton words on the side of the poem: Floating life fears old age, wandering night dream Chang'an.

There is a small seal on the bottom: Zigu.

Even if Zhou Chengyi doesn't know how to paint, he can still feel that this Zigu painter's skills are really good, especially the word.

He turned it over, and the title page was the complete version of the poem on the cover, called "Poems Inscribed in Chang'an Suddenly Dreaming in the Midnight", and the author was also the painter Zigu.

This is not enough, he then turned to the catalog, the first one is naturally his "Fox Dream", and the next travel note, the author's signature is also Zigu.