Time flies like a shuttle, Zhou Bangyan's confidants followed Zhou Mo, and finally experienced the hardships all the way south and arrived at the unknown town located on the bank of the Grand Canal.
Looking at the city so close, Zhou Mo finally showed a tired smile with relief.
After going back and forth for more than ten days, I finally lived up to my master's request and sent the letter to Tokyo to Miss Shishi, the number one courtesan in Tokyo.
The important thing is that Miss Shishi, the number one courtesan in Tokyo, also promised that her husband will return to the prosperous Bianliang in Tokyo.
Thinking of this, Zhou Mo felt more and more that the trip was worth it. When the ship docked at the pier, Zhou Mo jumped onto the pier and headed straight for the small town not far away.
As I walked, I wondered what happened to my master, and whether he was still staying with the older oiran girl.
I don’t know if the master, who has been depressed due to being relegated and whose temples are stained with exposed hair, will feel better after these ten days of rest.
Soon Zhou Mo entered the small town and went straight to the largest and most eye-catching hook bar.
After asking around, I found out that my master was not here, but had left this house a few days ago and went to another Goulan.
Zhou Mo could only turn around and leave, rushing towards another house. When he arrived at this Goulan house, he just walked in and inquired.
The old madam, who had just gotten up and looked embarrassed, looked at Zhou Mo and said angrily through gritted teeth.
"Everyone Zhou, we were snatched away by that old bitch from Tingzuilou early this morning."
"Snatched, snatched away?" Zhou Mo stared at the forty-year-old bustard in stunned silence.
"if not?"
"..."
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"Master, master, I finally see you..."
Pushing open the door, Zhou Mo saw Zhou Bangyan, who was lying on the bed, becoming increasingly shriveled, obviously thinner, and with dull eyes. He couldn't help but feel sad in his heart and shouted loudly.
"Zhou Mo, it's you, you're finally here..."
Zhou Bangyan, who was still groggy after a night of hangover, looked around for a long time and finally confirmed that the loyal servant who was ordered to go to Bianliang, Tokyo was really back. His eyes suddenly turned red and his mouth started to tremble.
Zhou Mo quickly came to the bed and looked at the old man who had forced himself to sit up. Looking at his obviously sunken cheeks, he felt very distressed.
"Sir, what's going on with you to make you look like this? Could it be that someone abused you?"
When he said the last sentence, Zhou Mo, who was quite strong and strong in boxing and kicking skills, his eyes suddenly darkened.
"Hey, hey... Master, please don't talk nonsense. This is what your master will look like when he comes to our Tingzui Building."
Tingzuilou's madam, who had just walked into the house with a bowl of soup, immediately raised his voice and called Chongtianqulai.
"None of the girls in our building have laid a finger on him."
"Look what I stewed for your master. This is a tonic prescribed by a doctor specially invited from the city.
In addition, I will stew a pot of old hen for your master.
The reason is that I hope your master can get well soon, so that our girls in Goulan can benefit from Zhou's talents. "
"..." Zhou Mo's face darkened when he saw the slightly attractive Madam of Zuilou subconsciously licking her lips when she heard this.
"It's none of their business." At this time, Zhou Bangyan, who finally regained consciousness, said softly.
"I've been a bit wild these days, alas...
Speaking of which, it’s because after I beat you away, I’ve been drinking to drown my sorrows. People here are very enthusiastic, and I’m not good at refusing..."
Hearing this, Zhou Mo turned his head and looked at his old man, who looked old, thin, and dry.
When I think of my master's past prowess, I'm afraid he's been a bit tough on this trip, and the place here isn't big.
It took a lot of effort to have such a well-known poet and poet set an example. It would be strange if he could not be as eager and passionate as fire.
As a result, haha, with such a small physique, I am not good at saying no, even if I am good at saying no, it will be useless.
Zhou Mo, who was strong and probably weighed twice as much as Zhou Bangyan at the moment, shook his head and sighed with regret.
If I had known this, I should have stayed and blocked the situation for the master. After all, I was young, in great shape, and not picky about food.
"By the way, Miss Master's place..."
"Please don't worry, sir. Miss Shishi has already agreed, saying that she will definitely find a way for me to return to Tokyo."
Hearing this, Zhou Bangyan finally let out a sigh of relief. He was truly worthy of being the teacher's girl. I am afraid that only she can do something about this matter.
As for the mediocre fans in this nameless town, compared to Miss Shishi, they are simply worlds apart.
In the days to come, I should recharge my batteries...
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Five days later, the meeting of the Celestial Dynasty ended relatively early because the official Zhao Ji acted vigorously and resolutely.
Afterwards, the official returned to the harem. After washing and dressing up carefully, he looked at himself in the life-size bronze mirror.
Somewhat dissatisfied, he glanced at the eunuch on the side. The eunuch quickly stepped forward, took a piece of animal skin and wiped it hard on the bronze mirror.
Zhao Ji, an official, took another look at the decent and handsome man in the life-size bronze mirror, and showed a satisfied smile.
But he was not in a hurry to leave the palace. Instead, he came to the study and once again splashed ink and copied the best poem he had written in these days.
After thinking about it, he took another piece of rice paper with dissatisfaction, and first drew two birds flying together on it, and then copied the poem on it.
But at this moment, the eunuch came to report, and Tong Guan came to see you.
"Let him come in..." Hearing that it was Tong Guan, the official looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction before raising his head.
After a short while, a very tall, burly man appeared at the door.
He has thick eyebrows and angry eyes, and although he has a beard on his chin, it looks very sparse, but this is definitely an anomaly among eunuchs.
The masculine Tong Guan quickly entered the study and prostrated himself on the ground without hesitation.
"This slave is visiting the official's house..."
His voice is not like the high-pitched and effeminate voices of eunuchs such as Yang Jian and Li Yan, but more neutral and hoarse.
If you had seen him outside the palace, you would have regarded him as a vulgar martial artist, and you would never have thought that he was actually a dead eunuch.
"Okay, get up..." Zhao Ji, an official, nodded and smiled slightly at Tong Guan.
Tong Guan stood up again, but he did not dare to straighten his tall and burly waist. Instead, he continued to bend his back to show his submission and submission to the officials.
(End of chapter)
