Chapter 260: 351 chapters—not because of this, but then what is it because of?

351 chapters—not because of this, but then what is it because of?

351 chapters—not because of this, but then what is it because of?

If we talk about the bookboy Chanjuan and that Quyuan… even if they got married, that would still be reasonable. In the past, a bookboy was like the female secretary of a slightly older boss nowadays.

Between this big boss and the little female secretary, having some romantic entanglements and lingering affection is also quite normal, not a big deal. It's not really a case, let alone a major case; it's a case that would alarm the Linghun Tianshi.

If it's not because of this, then what is it because of? Is this great poet, having written poetry until he's addle-brained, going to waylay and rob people?

Few people's meal bills, no money to repay, being sued in court? No way ______

Although Chu Huai Wang listened to slander and dismissed Quyuan, Quyuan then made a living by writing some Chu ci, earning manuscript fees, doing odd jobs for others, and in his spare time sorting through junk; his life still managed to go on.

Moreover, Master Qu is not that kind of person; even if he starved to death, he would never engage in highway robbery, stealing chickens and dogs.

Although Chu Huai Wang, in his dazed… listened to slander and dismissed that little guy Quyuan, Master Qu lost his job.

The unemployed Master Qu made some income by writing some Chu ci or doing little odd jobs; he also did odd jobs for people, picked through junk, or went to the river to catch a few fish to supplement his income, scraping by just enough to get by.

Once, the unemployed Master Qu was strolling absentmindedly by the Canglang River when a fisherman old man saw him. The fisherman called out, 'Aren't you the great poet Qu who writes twisted, heretical verses? What are you doing? Wandering back and forth by the river? Summoning souls? Did you lose your soul?'

'I'm not summoning souls; I've already summoned them. I'm reciting the Li Sao.'

'What Sao? It's stinky. You'd better watch out for mountain ghosts…' the fisherman said to Quyuan, concerned.

Master Qu raised his head and glanced at the fisherman: an old man, a fisherman, his face full of vicissitudes, his face full of wind and rain. He was kind and amiable; at first glance he was a good person.

I'll tell you the truth.

Then the great poet Qu uttered a few phrases—half incoherent, slightly flavored with sao, nonsensical rambling——

'All the world is muddy, I alone am clear; all the people are drunk, I alone am awake……………………'

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