Your majesty is awesome

Chapter 47 It really needs a suitable opportunity to write a masterpiece that will last forever (ask for a monthly ticket)

If Gao Zhang knew where Zhou Lang was at this moment, and his complicated psychological activities.

I will definitely teach him a song by hand, you should be in the car, not under the car, listening to how sweet they are...

You know, lying down and not daring to move a little is also very tiring, especially if you shake it until midnight.

Zhou Lang himself was a bit old, and he was in a rather depressed mood, and he hadn't had a good rest in the past two days.

I almost fell asleep several times, so I could only pinch my own flesh in time to cheer up my spirits.

Only then did Zhao Guanren and Miss Shi Shi avoid the tragedy of social death when they suddenly heard snoring from under the bed when they were mixing oil with honey on the bed.

That will definitely make the official Zhao Ji doubt his life. It is because he is not physically strong enough, or he is not playing enough, and someone will snore while listening to the bed.

After another [-] words were omitted, there was the sound of a watchdog outside the house.

At this time, his legs were soft and his whole body was weak, and he felt that he had been drained and emptied by Zhao Ji, an official of the Song Dynasty.

Finally, I remembered that I still need to preside over the court meeting early tomorrow morning.

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Looking at the girl next to her who is becoming more and more fresh, her eyes are charming, and her beauty is unparalleled.

Zhao Ji felt that maybe his body was satisfied and his soul was sublimated at this moment, so he could actually feel calm?
Even when Miss Shishi's watery eyes swung towards her, she felt nervous and guilty for no reason.

"Oh, Miss Master, Zhao suddenly remembered.

There will be a very important business in the early morning of tomorrow, and an appointment has already been made with the other merchant. "

Hearing this, Zhou Lang, who was about to fall asleep under the bed, suddenly brightened his eyes and lifted his spirits.

Nima, this stupid king is finally leaving.

If I don't leave, both of my thighs will be completely bruised.

She had been dealing with it with trepidation, and at the same time she was extremely worried that Zhou Lang who was under the bed couldn't hold back and jumped out. The girl Shi Shi was also secretly happy when she heard this.

But of course she wouldn't show it, she said hypocritically and perfunctorily in a very sincere voice.

"It's already three o'clock. It's been a cold spring these days, and the road is slippery and frosty. I'm afraid it's not safe. Why don't you just stay..."

Hearing these words, Zhao Ji couldn't help feeling warm in his heart, and held Miss Shishi's tender and boneless hand.

Embracing the slender waist of the beauty he admired, and pillowing on her flat chest, he closed his eyes blissfully and did not speak for a long time.

Seeing that Zhao Ji didn't move for a long time, Zhou Lang under the bed was going crazy.

Miss Shishi with a dark face looked at Guanren Zhao who closed her eyes tightly and hugged her slender waist.

The frantic hands didn't know where to put them, and they almost wanted to grab the cucumber on the desk and slap him on the head.

My aunt just want to be polite to you, okay?Are you going or not, can you give me a letter of approval?
Fortunately, at this moment, Zhao Ji let out a deep sigh.

"I'm actually very reluctant to leave, alas, but tomorrow's matter is too important, I have to prepare first."

Miss Shishi finally breathed a sigh of relief, she skillfully handled Zhao Guanren's hand eating tofu, and helped him put on his robe.

He personally sent that official Zhao down to the attic, all the way to the gate of the courtyard.

Seeing the carriage drifting away surrounded by a group of guards with knives, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he hurried towards the attic again, went straight up the stairs, and saw Zhou Lang with a haggard complexion, dark circles around his eyes, and a somewhat despondent demeanor.

Supporting his body tremblingly with his hands, he was struggling to get out from under the bed.

"Zhou Lang, you are..." Miss Shi Shi couldn't help panicking, and quickly helped Zhou Lang.

"I feel pain all over my body." Zhou Lang murmured in a low voice with his heart still and his face ashen.

It hurts not only the body, but also the soul.

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"Miss, Mr. Zhou left just like that?"

Lu Qi, who was carrying a lantern, looked at Zhou Lang who was drifting away, and asked in a low voice to the girl Shi Shi beside her.

But hearing Miss Shishi sigh softly, she shook her head.

"It's fine to leave, after all, Zhou Lang has been tossing around for most of the night, and he must be physically and mentally exhausted."

The maidservant Lu Qi looked up at Miss Shi Shi, and saw her looking lonely and somewhat depressed, turning around and walking towards the courtyard.

Luqi wanted to remind the girl several times that that old handsome guy Zhou Lang forgot to write down the words dedicated to the girl.

In the end, considering that the girl was not in a good mood, as a confidant maid, she decided to remind her later.

Returning to the mansion in the middle of the night, Zhou Lang heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that his mother-in-law and concubine had already fallen asleep.

Decided to go to the study to rest alone, after all, lying under the bed for half the night, my limbs were already numb and exhausted.

I really don't have the energy to toss around in the middle of the night, after all, I'm getting old.

But lying on the couch in the study, Zhou Lang couldn't fall asleep.

His mind was full of all the voices he had heard under the bed tonight, serious or not.

It seemed as if they were constantly reverberating in his mind, making his heart feel like a knife, but he couldn't help but feel the excitement.

This kind of stimulation, of course, does not mean that he likes to eavesdrop under the bed while enjoying himself.

It was this kind of stimulation that made him feel that his exhausted inspiration began to burst forth, and his ideas were like a fountain.

Lying blankly on the couch, staring straight at the ceiling for a long time, he finally couldn't control it anymore.

He just turned over and sat up, walked to the table, lit the lamp, and then began to ink and spread paper, and began to write quickly.

Not long after, a poem that described in detail what I saw and heard under Miss Shi Shi's bed that night suddenly appeared on the paper.

The lyrics of "Youth Tour" are used, but I can see the words written by him.

With a sword like water, Wu Yan beats snow, and a slender hand breaks a new orange.The brocade tent is warming up for the first time, and the animal smoke continues, and they sit opposite each other and tune the sheng.

Ask in a low voice: Who do you want to spend the night with?It's three o'clock in the city.The horse is slippery, it's better to stop, it's a threesome... Hey, something's wrong.

Zhou Bangyan quickly blacked out the three characters, after much deliberation, he replaced them with less characters.

After all, the last sentence refers to the market, not the house, and I just lay under the bed and did nothing.

I transcribed the poem "Youth Traveler and Knife Like Water" again, and watched the poem written in one go.

Zhou Bangyan let out a long sigh of relief as if all the depression in his heart had disappeared.

The more I read this new work, the more gratified I am. Unexpectedly, I did not expect that I would lie under the bed of that teacher for half the night.

Lie down with numbness in limbs, aches all over, heartache, and physical and mental exhaustion.

To be able to get such an inspiration, to write such a masterpiece that will definitely last forever, and make countless beauties in Goulan pavilions scramble to sing it all over the world.

It seems that if you want to write such a famous work, you must need a suitable opportunity.

Thinking about the past two years, I have exhausted my talents and ideas, and I feel that my talents have been exhausted. Most of my works are very mediocre, and it is difficult to find masterpieces that satisfy me.

But today, I was able to get inspired under Miss Shi Shi's bed...

(End of this chapter)