The rain passes by the sky, and the sunset casts afterglow on the shimmering River Thames.

The streets have not yet returned to their former prosperity. The ravens on the half-deered towering trees make strange screams, and the miserable sunlight shines on Shakespeare, who is leading a horse by the river.

At the end of the street at the distance, the sound of the wheels of heavy carriages rolling on the stone road and the shouts of the heavenly grooms gradually drifting away.

The young groom thought: Chinese warships must have come again by the sea. The sailors at the dock have been happy these days. They don’t have to go out to sea to fight. Every day, there are constant warships coming and leaving on the sea. Unloading the loads of goods from all over the world can prevent them from worrying about the place of supper.

He turned around and looked at the proud horse of the playwright Robert Green, feeling deeply suspicious of fate.

Does he look so disproportionate to this strong horse?

Maybe it was because the lice running around on his head exposed the reality that he was a poor man.

After leaving the Chinese Academy of Literature, he met three teams of inspectors in black who came to investigate him. The questions asked were the same, and they all suspected that the horse was stolen.

Fortunately, there was a certificate from the Chinese literature school, otherwise he would have been taken to the market until late at night.

Rich people? Rich people will also be lice-filled, but they can afford wigs.

He couldn't afford it, and the theater had not started yet. He only had a few pennies a day. It was harder to save 60 pounds to buy a particularly large luxury house in his hometown than to go to heaven. He wouldn't even think about the luxury of wigs.

The evening before yesterday, he left Westminster Temple with twelve pieces of velve paper he earned from washing pen in the Chinese literature school and was called by his teacher Li Qian, telling him that the prefect knew that he was writing a story and asked him to bring the story in class the next day so that the prefect would see it.

To be honest, it's particularly scary.

The reason for being scary is the art form of mainstream drama in this era.

The old drama is a Catholic drama, mainly promoting miracles; after the Reformation, everyone had thoughts that left the gods behind and released human nature, so the new drama naturally had to cater to this market.

Although Queen Elizabeth supported and used drama, the Tudor royal nobles generally regarded theatre as a place to spread plague, illegal assembly, and mock religion.

In this way, the highest class that dramas can reach is actually only the so-called "gentlemen" outside London, such as smuggling merchants, tavern owners, and small nobles in the suburbs. The main customer group is the ordinary people.

To attract attention when performing, as a beginner in the drama industry, the easiest way to attract attention is to describe the vulgar themes that the people like.

Whether it is violent or not is not necessarily violent, it must be particularly pornographic.

Anyway, these scripts created do not need to be signed by his name. Once the theater owner thinks it is appropriate, he will buy them in a dozen shillings and sign them with a pseudonym that the audience knows or does not know, and the actors will perform them unrestrainedly.

Now William doesn't think he can write any great scripts, even though he thinks this way, he daydreams all the time, imagining that he can take out the gold coins in his head and put them in his wallet.

He can't even change his life by writing scripts with a lot of despicable plots.

Move yourself from the leaky stables of the theater with warm straw, gray, furry, long tailed cute neighbors, to the streets, and to the rental houses sandwiched between hundreds of brothels and taverns.

Since the day before yesterday, Shakespeare knew that the prefect would read his script, he did not sleep all night and tried his best to revise the script in the theater.

When Professor Li Qian, a teacher at the Chinese Literature School, gave him gentleness, etiquette, morality and appropriate behavior, this news brought unprecedented sense of shame to his heart.

No one knows what consequences will be for the etiquette nobles with a story despicable and despicable protagonist, but today, the prefect's yamen suddenly sent guards to the Chinese literature school to send him a card, allowing him to enter the prefect's yamen with this.

It sounds...it doesn't sound like the prefect intends to hang a poor theater handyman outside the yamen.

At least there were no gallows and stakes in the open space outside the prefect's office. I heard that there was a torture from the villain Chen Mu of the Ming Dynasty, who would put people on pillars and hang them on the reef.

On the way, Shakespeare was always worried, worried about seeing gallows or a sea in the open space outside the prefect's office.

No, there is only a newly built blue brick arc wall outside the prefect's yamen. It is said that this thing is called a screen wall and is used to prevent ghosts. The Ming people believe that ghosts can only go straight and not turn, and that a wall outside the door can block it.

There are neat horse-tie piles under the blue brick walls on both sides of the gate. There are two guards with waist knives and muskets standing at the door. The newly paved stone brick road in the middle of the road is not allowed to be stepped on, and two rows of low shrubs are planted on both sides.

On the plaque of the yamen, four tall lanterns were hung on it, and couplets were written on the two black wooden pillars on both sides, but Shakespeare couldn't understand it.

The main entrance is the place for the government office. The mighty guards of the yamen seemed to have known that he was coming, so they took a look at the cards and sent him through the side door that directly leads to the inner yamen.

The subsequent experience made him feel like a wild boar to be served on the dining table.

Three women who could be called strong Makino captured him like a chicken and hid him into a house that emitted an unknown fragrance.

Before he could refuse, his clothes were stripped naked. He shook a few times and threw the wallet containing a limited number of coins and two Tongbao on the ground. Then the clothes were mercilessly thrown into the burning brazier.

He was naked and looked at the burning clothes in horror. The healthy women looked at him again, and gently threw him into the smoke-filled wooden barrel.

These women have a unique way of grasping, pressing his shoulders makes it difficult for him to move. He screamed, and then his head was pressed into the basin.

When he was about to suffocate, his head was raised and a short-haired wooden stick was stuffed into his mouth, brushing back and forth on his remaining breakfast teeth and his thick tongue coating. The strange sweetness quickly spread out on his taste buds.

Things with fine wooden teeth were brushing down the head over and over again. The lice growing on the hair, armpits, crotch and lice eggs on the hair were combed over and over again, without any trace.

People scraped back and forth on him with larger brushes and several grease blocks, and were pulled up on the wooden barrel and pressed into the wooden barrel. No one talked to him, just like a food dish was cooked back and forth through multiple processes.

Sometimes, he smells of sulfur; sometimes, he smells of jasmine; and sometimes, he has a strange spice.

Finally, when the fragrance faded, the black water with oil in the barrel had been replaced three times, and finally the petals were sprinkled with clear water. This terrible suffering finally ended.

His hair was tied into a common bun for men in Ming Dynasty. His beard was trimmed with scissors and razors. His hair on his face was slowly cleaned with two thin ropes, and even his eyebrows were trimmed.

When all this was over, not only Shakespeare breathed a sigh of relief, but even the three sweaty women were relieved and brought him a dress of fine cotton mid-suite, black cotton pants, brown slings and black cloth shoes with a thousand-layer sole.

After these were put on, a healthy woman was worriedly looking at his anxious hairline under the black net towel, and finally took a big black hat and put it on his head, and finally pushed him out of the room.
Chapter completed!