Your majesty is awesome

Chapter 80 The slave's house has a bed full of magical power... (please collect and ask for tickets)

If she hadn't stopped her, Luqi, the loyal protector of the lord, would have been utterly devastated by this news.

I'm afraid they all want to find some chivalrous heroes who linger in the Goulan pavilion, and have a good chat with Zhou Lang.

But then again, putting aside the shame, when the versatile Shi Shi looks at this masterpiece from an objective perspective.

I have to admit that this is the best and most excellent poem he has written since he met Zhou Lang.

When I think of Zhou Lang lying under the bed while brewing a masterpiece, inspiration is like a spring.

Miss Shishi couldn't help but glanced at her big rosewood bed.

Under this bed, lay a world-renowned poet and poet, and a Song Dynasty imperial examination prodigy who will surely be famous throughout the countries.

Well, the person who was lying on the bed was also a very remarkable person, that official Zhao who clumsily disguised himself as a wealthy gentry.

Miss Shishi caressed the edge of the bed with her hand, feeling the excellent texture of this expensive red sandalwood bed.

The long thick eyelashes drooped slightly, and the bright red cherry lips let out a faint sigh...

I really don't know what kind of magical power this bed has. Many strange and wonderful stories are closely related to it.

When I was thinking a lot, I suddenly heard a rush of footsteps.

"Miss, miss, something serious happened."

Luqi's crisp voice, like a panicked little lark, came into the house.

At this moment, Miss Shishi who was sitting upright on the edge of the bed saw Luqi rushing into the room excitedly.

This made Shi Shi, who always pays attention to her appearance, give Lu Qi a helpless look.

Before Miss Shishi could ask, Luqi, with bright eyes, took a few breaths and took out a letter.

"Mr. Zhou is leaving Bianliang to work in Guanzhou, Guangnan West Road. This is what Mr. Zhou sent to the girl."

"What?!" Miss Shishi exclaimed in disbelief, Huarong stood up pale.

After receiving the letter, she opened it and scanned it hastily, Miss Shi Shi's expression became extremely complicated.

"It's because of this, this, this..."

Lu Qi leaned forward with a gossipy face, wanting to read the contents of the letter.

"Miss, what happened, why did Mr. Zhou leave suddenly.

This servant remembers that it wasn't long before Mr. Zhou was transferred to Shaoqing..."

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After reading this Zhou Lang's handwritten letter, she could not help but her eyes turned red and she complained in a low voice.

"I knew that Zhou Lang was too careless, how could he be so careless.

Even if this masterpiece is sung after several months at night, there will be no such accidents, alas..."

Although Luqi was very upset with Zhou Bangyan, an old man who always wanted to take advantage of his young lady.

But she can't look down on her young lady's peerless beauty who is full of melancholy and low resentment.

Taking a look, I feel that the young lady's appearance makes people feel very distressed.

"Miss, don't be sad, Mr. Zhou is only transferred to Guangnan West Road.

Maybe after a while, as soon as that anger subsides, Mr. Zhou will be called back to Tokyo. "

"It's fine if it's something else, but how could this matter calm down that person so easily?"

Miss Shishi let out a long sigh, hesitated for a long time, gritted her silver teeth and stood up.

"No, I have to go see him off."

"Miss you..."

"Hurry up and get someone to prepare the chariots and horses, I'm going to dress up and change my clothes now."

Miss Shishi walked towards the dressing table without hesitation.

Lu Qi helplessly rolled her lovely eyes, moved her cherry mouth resentfully, complained silently, and walked downstairs quickly.

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Outside Bianliang City, Tokyo, after Zhou Bangyan bid farewell to a group of old friends with tears.

Riding a donkey and driving an ox cart with his own followers, with no more than three or five people accompanying him, he began a long journey of relegation.

Looking at the heinously prosperous Tokyo Bianliang behind him, and looking ahead, it is the unknown and bleak future.

Zhou Bangyan couldn't help feeling sad, which couldn't be cut off.

Raised his hand, wiped the corners of his eyes, pinched his legs, huh? ...

Lowering his head, Zhou Bangyan looked at the stubborn donkey with a black line on his face.

The beast gnawed several mouthfuls of grass, and then slowly walked forward with a pace slower than that of a cow.

"Alas... Even a donkey came to bully Zhou, life is really very happy..."

Zhou Bangyan raised his head, looked up to the sky and let out a long sigh, but he didn't dare to whip the donkey, and he would give himself a bite when he provoked the donkey.

Or just lay down on the ground and lose your temper. How can I, a gentle man with no strength to restrain a chicken, still be able to carry a donkey?

The reason why he doesn't ride a horse is because that thing is extremely expensive. Although Zhou Bangyan has great influence in the literary and art circles.

But he often lingers in the Goulan Pavilion, although there are many young ladies who admire his talent in a lot of time, and there is no need to spend money.

However, as an example of a poet in the Song Dynasty, if he has two dollars in his pocket, he will go to waste.

Naturally, there is no concept of savings, to buy an expensive horse as a mount.

To be able to ride a donkey, at least there is a means of transportation. Of course, the more upscale one is the mule.

It's a pity that the price of that thing is enough to buy a few donkeys.

Riding this car similar to the second-hand Otto class of the later generations, it dangled along the official road and gradually drifted away.

After traveling for more than ten miles, Zhou Bangyan suddenly noticed a familiar carriage parked beside the official road ahead.

This made Zhou Bangyan's old heart thump, and subconsciously raised his whip to urge the mount under him.

As soon as I whipped it down, I felt that I was not riding a donkey but Te Niang's strong horse, if it wasn't for the relatives on the side who grabbed it in time.

This world-renowned poet and poet may become the unlucky ghost of this long-eared animal with a gentle temper and a stubborn temper.

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From the car window, Miss Shi Shi saw Zhou Lang's distressed appearance on the donkey's back, and almost laughed out loud.

But after hearing Lvqi's laughter beside her, Miss Shishi quickly controlled her emotions, and then slowly got out of the carriage.

Then he saw Zhou Lang, who was already very angry, got off his donkey, and walked quickly towards this side by himself.

Zhou Bangyan walked towards this side quickly, and when he was still a few feet away from him, this charming woman who was as graceful as a willow had already bowed her body as a gift.

"I have met Zhou Lang in person."

Zhou Bangyan looked at this beauty with a faint melancholy between her brows, feeling more and more embarrassed and uncomfortable.

"You, get up quickly, you are weak, why are you here?"

"Since Zhou Lang doesn't want to see my concubine, but I miss Zhou Lang, in order to avoid suspicion, I came here to wait here. I just don't want Zhou Lang to do it..."

Hearing Miss Shi Shi's gentle voice mixed with a trace of sadness, Zhou Bangyan finally let out a long sigh with shame on his face, and bent down.

"It's not that a certain person doesn't want to see the teacher, but it's because a certain person has betrayed the teacher..."

(End of this chapter)