Zhou Lang couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and he really had the urge to get dressed, go out, and lie down under Miss Shishi's bed.
No, no, no...it can't be like this. First of all, it's because Zhao Guanren came and flirted with Miss Shishi.
As I was hiding under the bed, my mood fluctuated violently, and my emotions became very complicated...
It's shameful, irritating, and angry. In short, it's precisely because all kinds of emotions are mixed together and there is no outlet for venting that thoughts come flooding back.
From this point of view, I still have to walk around Miss Shishi more, not only because this beauty is charming and talented.
The important thing is that if such an opportunity arises again, maybe...
Zhou Lang, who had bright eyes, couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart when he thought that the bottom of Miss Shishi's bed was too hard after all.
After all, it's not a serious place. I can't just think about going there just to create masterpieces, right?
Zhou Lang, who was thinking about it, rubbed his still numb arms and admired his masterpiece again quite narcissistically.
Then he staggered back to the couch and lay down. He tilted his head and his depression disappeared. He, who was already exhausted both physically and mentally, finally fell into a deep sleep.
Zhou Bangyan felt as if he had had a dream. In the dream, he was the latecomer.
Zhao Guanren was lying under the bed and did not dare to move. He could only stay angrily under the bed, listening to himself and Miss Shishi mixing honey with oil, dividing oranges with hands, playing the piano and sheng...
Until there was a voice outside the door asking him to get up, Zhou Bangyan opened his eyes and carefully recalled this beautiful dream, as if the dream was the reality.
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The next day, a hurried knock on the door woke Zhou Lang up from his sleep.
"Meicheng, brother Meicheng, what time has it been and you are still sleeping?"
Hearing this shout, Zhou Lang shook his head, and was surprised to realize that he had slept until almost noon.
"Who did I think it was? It's Brother Dingfu. Why are you here?"
Zhou Bangyan, who still felt sleepy, yawned secretly and asked his best friend Youye who wandered into the study and started looking around.
"I have nothing to do today. I thought I haven't seen my brother Meicheng for many days, so I came here specially. Hey..."
You Ye, a close friend who is equally versatile, looked straight at the song "Young You* and Knife Like Water" that Zhou Bangyan placed on the desk.
Yesterday, I got under Miss Shishi's bed and listened to it most of the night. As a result, my thoughts came to me like a fountain and I wrote a masterpiece that will last forever, and it fell into the eyes of this good friend.
"My brother Micron, for more than a year, you have been saying that there are no good works coming out."
"Then what is this?" Having said this, You Zuo couldn't help but pick up the copy of "Young You* and Knife Like Water" and read it loudly.
I have to say that this poem is definitely one of Zhou Lang's rare masterpieces in recent years.
After Kankan finished reading, he saw You Zuo placing the "Young Traveler with a Knife Like Water" on the table and began to write with inkstone with great interest.
"Haha, I should copy and publicize these excellent works for my brother. Look at what those people who say that you, my virtuous brother, have exhausted all your talents have to say."
"Ah, this..." Zhou Bangyan couldn't help but his face changed slightly, and he was confused.
This is the inspiration I got from under Miss Shishi's bed. What if this spreads...
The pen moved like flying, and soon he had copied it. You Ye turned around and smiled at Zhou Bangyan.
"Brother Xian, as the saying goes, it's better to choose a day than to hit it. It happens to be this time. Let's go and follow Brother Yu to the Hidden Incense Pavilion."
"This, this is inappropriate, brother Dingfu, you..."
"What's wrong? I guess my dear brother doesn't know that a stunning beauty just came to the Hidden Incense Pavilion yesterday.
He has an excellent voice, and he sang a stunning song yesterday. Unfortunately, the Madam of the Hidden Incense Pavilion is waiting for a price, and no one can kiss her.
However, if there are poets like you here, and this poem by You can be remembered forever, hehehehe..."
After hearing what his close friend You Ye said, Zhou Bangyan couldn't help but be fascinated by it. Although the beautiful teacher girl flashed in my mind.
But when I think about the circumstances in which this poem was written, I naturally cannot give it to Miss Shishi.
Therefore, giving it to other beauties to sing is a good use.
What's more, even the picky Dingfu brother said that the girl was pretty good and he should go and have a look.
"Come on, come on, since Brother Dingfu invites you so kindly, how can I not be wise and invite Brother Dingfu?"
The two friends, who often went to the fence together, looked at each other and strode away in high spirits.
Only the original manuscript of "Youth Traveling with Knife Like Water" was left, sitting lonely on the desk.
Bo Xuan was blown away by the illiterate breeze.
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Tong Guan, with two thick black brows furrowed between his brows, looked at Tong Zhisheng, who was sleeping soundly in the room, with a dark expression on his face.
I saw an old Confucian scholar holding a book next to him, who wanted to speak but did not dare to speak, and wanted to cry but had no tears.
He reluctantly forced out a comforting smile towards the old Confucian scholar, raised his head and sighed to the sky.
Well, it seems that our family is really overthinking it. However, my son is as strong as an ox and can lift a cauldron. He must be a fierce general.
As for the imperial examination, just think about it and leave it to this kid.
But then again, the stupid sixth son of Prime Minister Cai's family actually went to take the provincial examination for Jinshi.
By the way, Gao Zhang, the only son of Taiwei Gao's family, is also going, well... plus his stepson.
I'm afraid these three guys are all the same stuff who laughs at the same time.
With the sixth son of Cai Xiang's family from where he came from as a Jinshi, his step-son would not have much impact even if he did hand in a blank test.
After all, outsmarting this child will definitely make a difference in the military in the future. Thinking of this, Tong Guan suddenly felt a lot more at ease in his heart.
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In an open space in the palace, there is a special ball table like the one seen in the backyard of Taiwei Gao's Mansion.
The Emperor of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Ji, and Gao Qiu were standing at one end of the table, having a great time playing with each other.
Every time he pumped the ball steadily to the opposite side, the eunuchs and maidens watching the game would burst into cheers and cheers.
This made Zhao Ji, an official dressed in Huyi, even more proud. There was no place on his toes, insteps, knees, shoulders, and even his head that he could stop and control the ball.
Seeing the officials playing ball more and more, Gao Qiu, who was paying attention, also showed a happy smile.
I silently gave a thumbs up to my cute, smart and sensible child, if he hadn't come up with such a trick.
Presumably it is rare for an official to play ball with him after the court breaks up in the past two days to enhance the friendship between the emperor and his ministers.
The monarch and his ministers had been playing for almost half an hour and were already covered in sweat. Only then did Zhao Ji kick the ball to Yang Jian who was standing aside, and asked Gao Qiu to sit down and wipe his sweat and have something to drink.
