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Chapter 126 Zhou Lang, come out quickly, that's under the slave's bed (third update)
When the group of young people heard the news, they couldn't help but look at each other in blank dismay, and the young man who spoke first spoke respectfully again.

"Dare to ask the old gentleman's name?"

Zhou Bangyan glanced at him, straightened his spine unconsciously, and tried to make his image taller and more reserved.

"Old man Zhou Bangyan."

One of the young men exclaimed loudly with shock on his face.

"Zhou Bangyan, hiss... Could it be that you are the master Zhou who wrote the recently popular "Youth Traveler and Knife Like Water"?"

The confidants who finally rushed over hurriedly opened their throats and yelled triumphantly.

"That's right, this wonderful poem that is sung all over the world was written by my master."

The volume of the voice is so loud that I can't wait to yell directly so that even the Goulan pavilion in the distant city can be heard.

In that way, there may be a few masters and servants, and they may be able to eat and drink for nothing.

"It's really Master Zhou, oops, I've seen Master Zhou before, but I didn't expect Master Zhou to appear here."

"I didn't expect everyone Zhou to be so old, ah no... I didn't expect everyone Zhou to be so young, but they are full of energy, and they don't look like old people at all."

"Master Zhou, come here, Xiaosheng has a pen and ink here, hurry up and leave an autograph for Xiaosheng, just sign this dress of mine..."

Around the pier, those gentlemen heard the example of this well-known poet in the Song Dynasty, and unexpectedly appeared here.

Wherever they could bear it, they crowded over one after another, wanting to get close to this Master Zhou, even if they couldn't talk to each other.

Anyway, I have to touch it a few times, rub it a few times, and get a taste of the literary talent of Master Zhou.

There are even more latecomers who can only stretch their hands through the gaps between people, hoping that they can grab the lapels of Master Zhou, tear off a piece and take it back for collection.

Turning around can be regarded as bragging. When you are old friends with everyone Zhou, you can also have a proof.

In an instant, there was chaos on the pier, and Zhou Bangyan faced such a scene.

Although the skirts of the clothes were ripped back and forth, many people sprayed their saliva on their faces.

But everyone in Zhou didn't turn around and leave like they did when they were in Bianliang, Tokyo.

After all, at this time, he really needed someone to give him confidence.

Seeing these fans getting more and more and their groping efforts getting stronger and stronger, Zhou Bangyan finally woke up from his intoxication.

In the end, under the protection of the group of young people I met at the beginning, I escaped from this crowded dock.

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Surrounded by this group of hospitable young people, everyone in Zhou came to the most famous Goulan in this small town with these young people.

After all, the role model of poets and poets, how could such a communication be without a young lady in rags to set off the scene?
Besides, without Miss Sister, wouldn't the title of Sao Ren be one less word?

Zhou Bangyan, who was regarded as the guest of honor, sat on the main seat without hesitation, and the most famous oiran in the local area sat beside him.

Although in the eyes of Zhou Bangyan, who has seen all the flowers in Tokyo, he is a little older, his skin is not well maintained, and his appearance can only be described as a little bit beautiful.

But at any rate, the figure is in line with my own aesthetics, and I am afraid that I am not on par with Miss Shi Shi.

Among the vulgar fans present, the most outstanding one, what more bicycle?

What made Zhou Bangyan, the Zhou family, feel a little uncomfortable was that the eyes of the vulgar fans in this local venue were too aggressive.

Everyone in Zhou felt uneasy, and always felt that their personal safety seemed a little insecure.

But at this moment, in the face of so many fans, everyone Zhou still maintained the demeanor of the Song Ci masters of the graceful school.

He hugged the older oiran beside him, sipped the fine wine that the oiran handed to his mouth, and made sincere comments to the young people who recited the works from time to time.

Appreciating those songs and dances with local characteristics, maybe the girls in these local venues have never seen Master Zhou, the world-famous master.

As a result, frequent mistakes were made, but a group of young people praised the venue and yelled and applauded frequently, which can be regarded as a good time for the host and guest.

Finally, after many days of suffering from ups and downs, today I finally have the feeling of being loved and admired by everyone.

I feel like I am here, and I have found a warm feeling like home.

"Tonight, how about the servant's family to serve Mr.?"

The older oiran stared at Zhou Bangyan with green eyes.

Couldn't help but excitedly licked his lips and whispered teasingly in Zhou Bangyan's ear.

Zhou Bangyan, who was already drinking a little straight, turned his head and looked at the oiran girl who already had crow's feet in the corner of her eyes.

I couldn't help but feel a little tired, and I was about to say that I was actually a clean person.

As a result, just as he opened his mouth, another glass of fine wine was poured into his mouth by this oiran...

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In the end, the banquet came to an end, and the guests and hosts had a good time. As for everyone in Zhou, they were held tightly by this petite, bright-eyed oiran girl.

He also called his confidant maid, and dragged the Zhou family, who was no longer discerning east, west, north, south, towards his boudoir.

The excited laughter made the people nearby shudder.

The eyeballs of countless young ladies who came to join us were so jealous that their eyes had turned from green to red.

But after all, this is the territory of that oiran, so they can only feel sad.

It is a deep regret not to be able to sleep with a world-famous master like Zhou Bangyan.

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After the Huakui girl dragged the increasingly heavy Mr. Zhou into the room, she wiped the sweat from her face, and with a sense of accomplishment, she put her hands on her waist and let out a coquettish laugh again.

Unexpectedly, my aunt would have such a day, looking at Zhou Bangyan, she was always a little older and thinner.

But what's the matter, after all, fame is there...

Just as the oiran girl was thinking about what to do, Zhou Bangyan suddenly turned around and disappeared under the oiran girl's bed in an incomparably silky way.

"????" Miss Huakui and her confidant maid couldn't fix it right away.

"This, this...Master Zhou, Zhou Lang, come out quickly, that's under the slave's bed..."

Zhou Lang under the bed muttered a few words and didn't know what it was, he raised his hand and patted the bed board, showing a smirk that seemed very satisfied.

At this moment, the oiran girl lying on the floor next to the bed and her confidant maid looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What did he say?"

"I can't hear the servants clearly, but it seems that Miss Kua, your bed is very clean, much more comfortable than the posthouse."

"Ah, this..." Miss Huakui looked at the famous Master Zhou with a dazed expression on her face.

It never occurred to me that this Master Zhou actually had such weird interests and hobbies.

But when I think of these poets, the more famous ones, who don't have weird hobbies.

However, the position under the bed is too narrow, and many tricks are really difficult to use.

But the problem is, the oiran girl and the little maid are pulling and persuading, but this Zhou who is so drunk can't come out even if he is beaten to death, saying that it is safe here.

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(End of this chapter)