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Chapter 127 Amid Shame and Coldheartedness, a Spark of Inspiration Bursts Out

Now, Miss Huakui is really a little bit blind.

I wanted to ask someone to put this old thing on the bed, but when I thought of the group of sisters with green eyes at the dinner party today.

If someone is called, hehe... How can this Master Zhou enjoy it all to himself?

Let it go, it can't be just because it's under the bed.If you have the conditions, you have to go, and if you don’t have the conditions, you have to go.

Making up her mind, the Oiran girl, who is not afraid of difficulties, gestured the height of the bottom of the bed with her hands, and rolled her watery eyes.

He muttered something to the maid, and when the door was locked, the Huakui girl gritted her silver teeth, scolded her old enemy, and creaked in.

Let alone the bottom of the bed today, even if it is the beams or even the roof, you will never escape from the hands of your aunt...

I don't know how long I slept, Zhou Bangyan slowly opened his eyes, and gradually regained consciousness.

I felt empty all over my body, I reached out and touched it, damn it!

Zhou Bangyan, who instantly puffed up his eyeballs, subconsciously sat up, which was just halfway up.

In an instant, I felt a pain in the face, and fell back with a scream.

His action naturally awakened the oiran girl beside him.

"Oh, Zhou Lang, what's wrong with you?"

"You, I... this, where is this?"

Zhou Lang, who was knocked into staring eyes, looked at the naked Huakui girl beside him with a dazed expression, and then looked up again.

No matter what, I feel that at such a height, the hardness under the body is very familiar.

The oiran girl, who was tired all night yesterday and had a sore back and back, couldn't help smiling when she saw Zhou Lang's shocked look.

"Could it be that Zhou Lang forgot, but you took the initiative to come in yesterday, and you wouldn't be happy if my slave dragged you to bed."

"Hey...Since Zhou Lang has such a hobby, how can I not follow him?"

"Ah, this..." Zhou Bangyan's face darkened, he glanced at the bed board in bewilderment, and then touched the floor under him.

Then look at the older oiran girl beside her, feel the body that seems to have been hollowed out.

Zhou Bangyan was paralyzed under the bed, speechless.

That oiran girl is also a sweet, knowledgeable and interesting person. Seeing Zhou Bangyan's appearance, she knew that everyone in Zhou must be in the time of a sage, so she didn't bother to tease him.

After all, I worked most of the night last night, but my back was sore and I had to rest.

"Zhou Lang drank a little too much yesterday, you should lie down properly first, and I will let someone prepare food and drink first, so that I can serve Zhou Lang later..."

After all, he threw a charming look, but unfortunately, Zhou Lang is not only a sage at the moment, but also has the idea of ​​wanting to escape into Buddhism.

Like a piece of wood, it froze in place peacefully on the surface, but it was turbulent inside.

Thinking of my good days in Bianliang, Tokyo, and the hardships and hardships of these days, even going to Goulan, the grade has dropped so badly.

This made Zhou Bangyan feel sad, if yesterday...Huh?

In Zhou Bangyan's mind, the scene of yesterday was intertwined with his ashen heart at the moment, and he felt as if his brain had been electrified.

"Pen, pen... hurry up, give me pen and paper..."

The oiran girl who just got out of the bed heard Zhou's eager calls.

In an instant, his eyes brightened, and his hands and knees almost rubbed against the floor to smoke.

"I'll give it to Zhou Lang, I'll give it to you, come here."

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Inspiration in the mind, this thing is definitely not always there, so no matter when the poets and poets will record their inspiration in time as if they were using local materials.

Maybe at some point, it will be a masterpiece that will last forever.

And Zhou Bangyan got a great inspiration from the last time under the bed of Mrs. Shishi, and created the song "Youth Traveler and Knife Like Water", which is worthy of immortality.

This led to his exile, far away from the unfortunate career of relegation in Tokyo.

And from the letter from Miss Shishi, the idea of ​​Gao Zhang, the child prodigy champion, made Zhou Bangyan's eyes shine.

However, he racked his brains, but the inspiration was completely exhausted, and now he was lying under the bed all night because of yesterday's encounter, coupled with the emptiness after the body was hollowed out, and the same fate as the oiran girl.

Finally, in the midst of extreme shame and despair, a spark of inspiration suddenly burst out.

Miss Huakui, at this moment, lowered her body, looking at the world-renowned poet and poet who set an example for everyone in Zhou, who was lying under her bed and writing quickly.

Looking at the words and sentences that fell on the paper, I couldn't help but began to chant aloud.

"The shade of the willow is straight, and there are traces of green in the smoke. I have seen it several times on the embankment of the Sui Dynasty, pointing to the water drifting away..."

Accompanied by the low chanting of the oiran girl with a good voice.

In Zhou Lang's mind, the scene of seeing those young people breaking willows on the banks of the canal yesterday appeared again...

Although the body has been hollowed out at this moment, the inspiration in the brain is really like a spring.

The oiran girl at the side stared at those words and sentences, looking at this masterpiece that seemed so melancholy and sad.

Even though he was disturbed by this poem, his heart was sore, but at this moment, there was a strong ecstasy that seemed to overflow from his chest.

"Master Zhou, who is famous all over the world, actually wrote this deeply affectionate masterpiece under my mother's bed, which will surely last forever."

When Zhou Bangyan wrote the last stroke, he put the pen aside exhausted physically and mentally, and collapsed under the bed.

His body had already been hollowed out, but at this moment, his inspiration seemed to be exhausted by this poem, and he was really exhausted.

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And this oiran girl carefully copied the original manuscript of the poem.

She was so excited that she burst into tears, chewing on this extremely delicate poem over and over again, and soon realized that what everyone Zhou had filled in was King Lanling's poem.

As an oiran in a small place, no matter how small the place is, as long as a girl can become an oiran, at least she has a certain degree of literary accomplishment.

From now on, this small local oiran who has not been known for many years will definitely be able to create another glories.

She, who was so happy that she almost shed tears, asked softly.

"Zhou Lang, I don't know if this masterpiece has a name?"

"Liu, one word is enough..." Zhou Bangyan, whose body and soul had been hollowed out, stared blankly at the bed board and murmured.

"The slave family thanked Zhou Lang for the gift. The slave family will go to wash and dress up first, and then come to serve Zhou Lang..."

The joyous Oiran girl disappeared outside the house at lightning speed, laughing so excitedly that she couldn't suppress it.

It reverberated inside and outside the boudoir, frightening everyone in Zhou.

Only then did Zhou Bangyan, who had woken up, remembered that I was still lying under the bed with bare buttocks. If people saw this, would it be okay? !

(End of this chapter)