Under the bed, Zhou Lang was hungry and thirsty. His limbs were sore and numb due to being immobile for a long time, with a dark face.
I listened silently to the footsteps of people leaving the house, and then started going down the stairs. Gradually, there was no more movement.
It wasn't until she saw Zhao Ji's carriage disappearing outside the courtyard gate that Miss Shishi quickly walked up the stairs and looked into the house.
Then he saw Zhou Lang sitting on a chair, with a dark face, rubbing his hands and feet.
Seeing Zhou Lang's appearance, Miss Shishi stepped forward and rubbed his arms for him.
"Zhou Lang, I'm sorry for you. The slave family didn't expect that Mr. Zhao would suddenly visit..."
"The slave family will try to invite Mr. Gao later and negotiate with him."
Seeing Zhou Lang's expression soften, Miss Shishi smiled charmingly.
"Let them serve another table of wine and food, and the slave family can eat with Zhou Lang in the same case."
Zhou Lang nodded slightly reservedly, then frowned. "They won't come back, right?"
Miss Shishi couldn't help but be stunned. What if Zhao Guanren, who was greedy for her beauty, finished his work and came over again with a slap on the butt?
Is it possible that Zhou Lang wants to achieve the silver level achievement of crawling under the bed twice a day?
After all, Zhou Lang, who was also a leader in the literary world of the Song Dynasty and a leader-level figure, did not want such an unseemly achievement.
After standing up worriedly, he took hold of Miss Shishi's slender hand and said softly.
"That's all, please come back in two days. Otherwise, I will ruin your reputation, Master, and I will die forever..."
"Zhou Lang...you are so kind. I will send you out."
"No, no, no, just stay and let Lu Qi take me out."
The master's confidant maid couldn't help but secretly pouted, but on the surface she obediently agreed to lead the way first.
The moment he walked out, he subconsciously glanced at the familiar bottom of the bed.
There was something in my heart. I wanted to say that the bottom of the bed was too hard and uncomfortable to lie on, but I really couldn't say it.
After all, the bottom of the bed is not a serious place. If someone makes a blanket for the bed in advance, he can't afford to leave that person behind.
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Yuqing Zhaoying Palace is the most famous Taoist temple in Bianliang, Kaifeng, Northern Song Dynasty. It was a Taoist temple built by Zhenzong of the Northern Song Dynasty at a huge cost on April 16, the second year of Dazhong Xiangfu.
The site was selected outside the Tianbo Gate in the northwest of the imperial city. It was very large in scale and covered an extremely large area. It included more than 2,600 houses including the Hall of Immortality and Chongshou.
The resources consumed were approximately two years of the Northern Song Dynasty's annual income. Its level of luxury and expenditure was even inferior to Qin Shi Huang's Epang Palace.
Scholar-official Tian Wei once called it "magnificent and magnificent, indescribable," and official Zhang Yong also called it "draining the world's talents and harming the lives of the people." This shows how extravagant and wasteful the Yuqing Palace is.
Gao Zhang looked at these beautiful and classical Tang and Song style buildings. While he criticized the extravagance and waste of the rulers of the Northern Song Dynasty in his heart, he couldn't help but admire the craftsmanship of the skilled craftsmen of this era.
Zhao Ji took the lead with a familiar stride, but did not go to the main palace complex where he usually studied Taoism, magic and immortality.
Instead, he led Gao Zhang to a secluded and elegant courtyard of this Taoist temple.
In the courtyard, there were only a few young men with white faces and beards, wearing Taoist robes.
Originally, everyone wanted to come forward to greet him, but after seeing Yang Jian raise his hand to signal, they all quietly retreated away.
"Come in, Xiao Gao..."
After Zhao Ji entered the main hall in the courtyard, he looked back and waved to Gao Zhang, who was looking around curiously.
When Gao Zhang came to him, Zhao Ji pointed to the statue inside.
"Do you know who this is?"
"I don't know, but I know that little brother must know."
Gao Zhang shook his head honestly and showed a shy smile towards Zhao Ji.
"Haha, you kid, what is enshrined here is the Supreme God of the Haotian Golden Tower, the Natural Wonderful Milo, the True Jade Emperor."
"What a long name." Gao Zhang looked at the statue blankly.
If this name is simplified, it is most likely the Jade Emperor who often appears in Xianxia novels.
Next, Gao Zhang saw Zhao Ji start to burn incense, and saw Zhao Ji's hinting eyes, and he quickly followed suit.
He did whatever Zhao Ji did, and both of them offered incense to the Jade Emperor who was born in clay.
Zhao Ji then sat cross-legged in the hall and looked at Gao Zhang in front of him.
"Do you want to become your teacher?"
Gao Zhang nodded vigorously and replied crisply.
"Brother, you taught me painstakingly in my dream, teaching me step by step, so that I learned such beautiful and excellent calligraphy..."
"Okay, okay, please stop for a moment."
Zhao Ji smiled and shook his head, then turned his face to salute the statue.
"Xiao Gao, in front of God Haotian, state what you saw and heard in your dream again. I want to hear it again..."
Gao Zhang suddenly felt happy, "Oh, he is indeed a famous superstitious and foolish king in history. He is a typical example of not asking about the common people or ghosts and gods."
After Gao Zhang obediently agreed, he kowtowed three times in front of the statue of God Haotian.
Then he began to honestly retell the awesome things he had boasted about in front of the coward Zhao Ji that day.
It neither rained nor thundered, and not even a cloud appeared. It seemed that God Haotian was not interested in the awesomeness that a child had boasted about.
From the corner of Gao Zhang's eyes, he kept paying attention to Zhao Ji, who was sitting beside him, his eyes wandering back and forth between himself and the statue.
After finishing his statement, Gao Zhang felt that he could still increase his favorability.
Facing the clay sculpture of God Haotian, Gao Zhang continued to be impassioned.
"God Haotian is above, if I, Gao Zhang, dare to be disrespectful or unfilial to my master in the future, I am willing to be struck by five thunders immediately. I am willing to fall into hell and suffer the evil yaksha ghosts of hell day and night..."
Zhao Ji had a look of surprise on his face, but his heart felt warm, even so warm that he felt hot.
He quickly stood up and helped Gao Zhang up, his eyes full of kindness and relief.
"Hey, hey, you kid, how could you make such vicious oaths?"
What a real child, he dares to go to the eighteenth level of hell to become a disciple. How can he not be moved by his courage and perseverance?
He is indeed the destined person in my dream. No wonder I would single out this child among thousands of people in my dream to pass on my talents and legacy.
"My respect and filial piety towards my master can be mirrored by heaven and earth, and expressed by the sun and moon. I have made these oaths.
It is also to be able to alert myself at all times and never forget the master’s love for his disciples and his kindness in teaching..."
Gao Zhang's clear and innocent eyes looked at the Emperor of the Song Dynasty who looked very happy and moved.
Looking at this filial disciple who has fully grasped the essence of his calligraphy.
Zhao Ji really wished that Gao Zhang could be pulled out today so that all the officials in the court could have a good look at him. This is the destined person in my dream, and he is also the successor of my talents.
Let him become an official and accompany me. Um... No, no, no, it can't be like this.
