If Gao Zhang knew where Zhou Lang was at this moment, as well as his complicated psychological activities.
I will definitely teach him a song step by step, you should be in the car, not under the car, listen to how sweet they are...
You know, lying flat and not daring to move is very tiring, especially if it shakes until midnight.
Zhou Lang himself is a bit old and in a very depressed mood. In addition, he has not had a good rest in the past two days.
I almost fell asleep several times, but I could only pinch my own flesh in time to cheer up.
Only when Zhao Guanren and Miss Shishi were mixing honey and oil on the bed, they suddenly heard the snoring coming from under the bed.
That would definitely make Zhao Ji, an official, doubt his life. It was because he was not strong enough or he didn't have enough fun that someone would actually start snoring while listening to the bed.
Another thirty-six thousand words passed, and the sound of the clock was heard outside the house.
At this time, Zhao Ji, an official of the Song Dynasty, felt that his legs were soft and his whole body was weak. He felt that he had been squeezed dry.
Finally, he remembered that he would have to host a court meeting early tomorrow morning.
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He looked at the teacher girl beside him who looked more and more graceful, charming, and unparalleled in beauty.
Zhao Ji felt that his body might have been satisfied at this moment, his soul had been sublimated, and he could actually feel calm?
Even when Miss Shishi's watery eyes were looking at him, she felt nervous and guilty for no reason.
“Oh, Miss Shishi, Zhao suddenly remembered.
There is a very important big deal tomorrow morning, and I have already made an appointment with the other merchant. "
After hearing this, Zhou Lang, who was about to fall asleep under the bed, suddenly brightened up and became energetic.
Nima, this foolish king is finally leaving.
If I don't leave, both of my thighs will be covered in bruises.
Miss Shishi, who had been trying to cope with the situation with trepidation, but was extremely worried that Zhou Lang couldn't hold himself back from jumping out from under the bed, was secretly happy when she heard this.
But of course she wouldn't show it, and spoke falsely and perfunctorily in a very sincere voice.
"It's already midnight. It's been a cold spring these days, and the roads are slippery and frosty. I'm afraid it's not safe, so why not stay..."
Hearing this, Zhao Ji couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, and held Miss Shishi's white, tender and boneless hand.
He hugged the slender waist of the beauty he admired and rested his head on her flat chest. He closed his eyes happily and didn't speak for a long time.
Seeing that Zhao Ji didn't move for a long time, Zhou Lang under the bed almost went crazy.
The girl with a black face looked at Zhao Guanren, who had her eyes tightly closed and held her slender waist tightly.
His frantic hands didn't know where to place them, and he almost wanted to pick up the cucumber on the desk and slap him on the head.
My aunt just wants to be polite to you, okay? Whether you want to go or not, can you give me a confirmation as soon as possible?
Fortunately, at this time, Zhao Ji let out a long sigh.
"I'm actually reluctant to leave. Alas, it's a pity that tomorrow's events are too important, so I have to prepare first."
Miss Shishi finally secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and while skillfully handling Zhao Guanren's tofu-eating hands, she helped him put on his robe.
He personally sent the official Zhao down to the attic and all the way to the entrance of the courtyard.
Watching the carriage gradually move away, surrounded by guards with swords, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Xuanji hurried towards the attic again, went straight up the stairs, and saw Zhou Lang, who looked haggard, had dark circles under his eyes, and had a sad temperament.
He was supporting his body with trembling hands and was struggling to crawl out from under the bed.
"Zhou Lang, what are you..." Miss Shishi couldn't help but panicked, and quickly helped Zhou Lang.
"I feel like my whole body hurts." 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 just left like this?"
Green Qi, who was holding a lantern, looked at Zhou Lang who was walking away, and asked the teacher girl beside her in a low voice.
But I heard Miss Shishi let out a faint sigh and shook her head.
"It's okay to leave. After all, Zhou Lang has been working hard for most of the night, and he must be exhausted both physically and mentally."
The maid Lu Qi raised her eyes to look at Miss Shishi, and saw her looking lonely and depressed as she turned and walked towards the courtyard.
Lu Qi wanted to remind the girl several times that that handsome old guy Zhou Lang forgot to write down the words dedicated to you, girl.
In the end, considering that the girl was not in a high mood, as a close maid, she decided to remind her later.
After returning to his house in the middle of the night, Zhou Lang secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that his mother-in-law and concubine had already gone to bed.
I decided to go to the study alone to rest. After all, after lying under the bed for half a night, my limbs were really numb and exhausted.
I really don’t have the energy to mess around in the middle of the night, after all, I am getting older.
But lying on the couch in the study, Zhou Lang couldn't fall asleep.
My mind was filled with all kinds of sounds I heard under the bed tonight, whether they were serious or not.
It seemed that it had been echoing in his mind, making him feel like a knife, but he couldn't help but feel excited.
This kind of stimulation certainly does not mean that he likes to eavesdrop and enjoy himself under the bed.
It was this kind of stimulation that made him feel that his exhausted inspiration was beginning to flourish, and his talents were flowing like a spring.
Lying on the couch blankly, staring at the ceiling for a long time, I finally couldn't control myself.
I simply turned over and sat up, walked to the desk, lit the lamp, then started to lay out inkstone and paper, and started writing vigorously.
Not long after, a poem describing in detail what he saw, heard and experienced under Miss Shishi's bed tonight suddenly appeared on the paper.
The word card used is "Youth Travel", but the words written by him are written.
The sword is like water, Wu Yan beats the snow, and his delicate hands break new oranges. The brocades are beginning to warm up, and the smoke from the beasts is constantly rising. They sit opposite each other and tune the sheng.
Ask in a low voice: Who are you going to spend the night with? It's been three o'clock in the city. The horses are slippery, so why don't we leave, it's just a threesome... Hey, something's not right.
Zhou Bangyan quickly blacked out the three characters, and after much thought, he replaced them with the word "shao".
After all, the last sentence was about the market, not the house. Besides, I was just lying under the bed, not doing anything.
I copied the poem "A Young Man Travels* with a Knife Like Water" again and looked at the poem in one go.
Zhou Bangyan took a long breath, as if all the depression in his heart had disappeared.
The more I read this new song, the more gratified I became. Unexpectedly, I would lie under the teacher's bed for half the night.
My limbs were numb, my whole body ached, my heart felt like a knife, and I was exhausted both physically and mentally.
To be able to get such inspiration and write such a masterpiece that will definitely be remembered for eternity and be passed down to the world by countless beauties.
It seems that if you want to write such a famous work, you must have a suitable opportunity.
Thinking about it, in the past two years, my talents have been exhausted, and I feel like I have exhausted my talents. Most of my works are mediocre, and it is difficult for me to have any masterpieces that satisfy me.
But today, I was able to have a burst of inspiration under Miss Shishi's bed...
