At this moment, the oiran girl was really confused.
I wanted to ask someone to put this old guy on the bed, but when I thought of the sisters at today's dinner, their eyes glowed green.
If we really call someone, haha... How can this Zhou family have it all to themselves?
Come on, just because it's under the bed, you can't just do that. You have to go up if there are conditions, and you have to go up even if there are no conditions.
The oiran girl, who was determined and not afraid of difficulties, pointed out the height of the bottom of the bed with her hands and rolled her watery eyes.
After muttering something to the maid, when the door was locked, the oiran girl gritted her silver teeth, cursed her old enemy, and slipped in.
Today, let alone the bottom of the bed, even the beams or even the roof, you can never escape from your aunt's hands...
Not knowing how long he had slept, Zhou Bangyan slowly opened his eyes and gradually regained consciousness.
I felt like my whole body was empty. I stretched out my hand and touched it. Damn it!
Zhou Bangyan, whose eyes suddenly bulged, sat up subconsciously and was only halfway upright.
Instantly, he felt pain in his face and fell back with a scream.
His move naturally woke up the oiran girl beside him.
"Oh, Zhou Lang, what's wrong with you?"
"You, I...hey, where is this?"
Zhou Lang, who was hit with stars in his eyes, looked at the naked oiran girl next to him in bewilderment, and then raised his head to look above.
No matter how hard it feels, such a height and the hardness underneath her body are all very familiar.
The oiran girl, who had been tired all night and suffered from back pain, couldn't help but smile when she saw Zhou Lang's shocked look.
"Mr. Zhou must have forgotten that you came in on your own initiative yesterday, and you were not even happy for the slave family to force you to sleep on the bed."
"Sigh... Since Zhou Lang has such a hobby, how can the Nu family not follow him?"
"Ah this..." Zhou Bangyan's face darkened, he glanced at the bed board with a confused face, and then touched the floor under him.
Looking at the older oiran girl next to her, she felt that her body seemed to have been hollowed out.
Zhou Bangyan was so heartbroken that he collapsed under the bed and became speechless.
The oiran girl was also a well-informed and lovely person. Seeing Zhou Bangyan's appearance, she knew that this Zhou must be in his sage period, so she didn't bother to tease him.
After all, I had a sore back from working most of the night last night, so I had to take a rest.
"Zhou Lang drank too much yesterday, so you should lie down first, and I'll ask someone to prepare wine and food first, so that I can serve Zhou Lang's meal later..."
After saying that, he also cast a charming look. Unfortunately, Zhou Lang was not only a sage at this moment, but also had the desire to escape into Buddhism.
Like a piece of wood, the surface is calm and frozen in place, but the heart is turbulent.
When I think of the good days of living and drinking in Bianliang, Tokyo, and the hardships and hardships of these days, even when I go to Goulan, my level has dropped so much.
This made Zhou Bangyan feel sad. What if yesterday... Huh?
In Zhou Bangyan's mind, yesterday's scenes were intertwined with his despairing mood at the moment, and he felt as if his mind was on fire.
"Pen, pen... hurry up, give me a pen and paper..."
The oiran girl who had just crawled out from under the bed heard Zhou's impatient calls.
His eyes suddenly shone brightly, and his hands and knees almost rubbed against the floor and started to smoke.
"I'll give it to you, Mr. Zhou. Come on, come on."
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Inspiration in the mind is definitely not available at all times, so poets and poets will record their inspiration in a timely manner as if they were using local materials at any time.
Maybe at some point, it will be a masterpiece that will last forever.
Zhou Bangyan gained great inspiration since the last time he was under Shishi's girl's bed, and composed the famous song "Youth Traveling with a Knife Like Water".
This led to his unfortunate life of exile and relegation from Tokyo.
Zhou Bangyan's eyes lit up with the letter from his teacher and the idea of Gao Zhang's prodigy champion.
However, I racked my brains, but I had no idea, and now I had to lie under the bed all night because of yesterday's encounter, the emptiness after my body was hollowed out, and the fate of sharing the same breath with the oiran girl.
Finally, in the midst of extreme shame, coldness and despair, a spark of inspiration suddenly burst out.
The oiran girl lowered her body and looked at the world-famous scholar and poet in front of her, setting an example for everyone in Zhou Dynasty. She was lying under her bed and writing furiously.
Looking at the words falling on the paper, I couldn't help but start to recite them out loud.
"The willow shade is straight, and the smoke is tinged with blue. I have seen it several times on the Sui Embankment, pointing to the flowing water as I bid farewell..."
Accompanied by the low chanting of the oiran girl with a good voice.
In Zhou Lang's mind, the scene of seeing those young people sending willows to each other on the bank of the canal yesterday appeared again...
Although the body has been hollowed out at this moment, the inspiration in the mind is really like a spring.
The oiran girl on the side looked at those words with fascination, looking at this masterpiece that looked so melancholy and sad.
Even though I was disturbed by this poem and felt so sad inside, at this moment, there was strong ecstasy that seemed to overflow from my chest.
"The world-famous Zhou family actually wrote this profound masterpiece under my mother's bed, which will surely be remembered for generations to come."
When Zhou Bangyan finished the last stroke, he put the pen aside due to physical and mental exhaustion, and collapsed directly under the bed.
His body had already been emptied out, but at this moment, his inspiration seemed to have been drained away by this poem. It could be said that he was completely drained.
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The oiran girl carefully copied the original poem.
She was so excited that tears welled up in her eyes. She chewed over and over again this extremely exquisite poem, and soon understood that what everyone in Zhou was filling in was the poem card of King Lanling.
As an oiran in a small place, no matter how small the place is, as long as a girl can become an oiran, she has certain attainments in literary literacy.
From now on, this small local courtesan who has been unknown for many years will definitely be able to achieve greater glory.
She asked softly, almost crying with happiness.
"Mr. Zhou, I wonder if this masterpiece has a name?"
"Liu, one word is enough..." Zhou Bangyan, whose body and soul had been hollowed out, looked at the bed board blankly and murmured in a low voice.
"The slave family thanks Zhou Lang for the gift. The slave family will go and freshen up first, and then come to serve Zhou Lang..."
The joyful oiran girl disappeared outside the house at lightning speed, laughing so excitedly that she could not suppress her laughter.
It echoed inside and outside the boudoir, frightening everyone in Zhou.
After Zhou Bangyan woke up, he remembered that I was still lying naked under the bed. If others saw this, how could it be okay? !
(End of chapter)
