Chapter 47 Sure enough, writing a masterpiece that will last forever requires a suitable person
Chapter 47 Sure enough, writing a masterpiece that will last forever requires a suitable opportunity (please vote for me)
If Gao Zhang knew where Zhou Lang was at this moment and his complicated psychological activities.
I will definitely teach him a song step by step. You should be in the car and 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 he is 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 myself in time to cheer up.
Only when Zhao Guanren and Miss Shishi were mixing honey and oil on the bed, they suddenly heard 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.
I really don’t have the energy to mess around in the middle of the night. After all, I am getting older.
Hearing this, Zhao Ji couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, and held Miss Shishi's white, tender and boneless hand.
Zhou Bangyan quickly blacked out the three characters, and after much thought, replaced them with the character "shao".
Nima, this foolish king is finally leaving.
The word card used is from "Youth Travel", but I can see the words written by him.
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"Miss, Mr. Zhou just left like this?"
I lay on the couch blankly, staring at the ceiling for a long time, and finally couldn't control myself anymore.
After hearing this, Zhou Lang, who was almost falling asleep under the bed, suddenly brightened up and became energetic.
When Miss Shishi heard this, she was also secretly happy when she heard this.
Finally, I remembered that I still need to host a court meeting early tomorrow morning.
This kind of stimulation certainly does not mean that he likes to eavesdrop and enjoy himself under the bed.
"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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He looked at the teacher girl beside him who looked more and more fresh, charming, and gorgeous.
But lying on the couch in the study, Zhou Lang couldn't fall asleep.
But I heard Miss Shishi let out a faint sigh and shook her head.
He hugged the slender waist of the beauty he admired, rested his head on her flat chest, and closed his eyes happily without speaking for a long time.
My aunt is just saying a few polite words to you, okay? If you want to go or not, can you give me confirmation as soon as possible?
Fortunately, at this time, Zhao Ji let out a long sigh.
The more I read this new song, the more gratified I became. Unexpectedly, I lay under the teacher’s bed for half the night.
After all, the last sentence refers to the market, not the house. Besides, I was just lying under the bed and not doing anything.
The teacher girl with a black face looked at Zhao Guanren, who had her eyes tightly closed and held her slender waist tightly.
I decided to go to the study alone to rest. After all, after lying under the bed for half a night, my limbs were already numb and exhausted.
He asked in a low voice: Who are we spending the night with? It's already three o'clock in the city. The horses are slippery and frosty, so why don't we leave, it's just a threesome... Hey, something's not right.
"It's already the middle of the night. 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..."
In the end, considering that the girl was not in a high mood, as a close maid, she decided to remind her later.
I have a very important big deal tomorrow morning, and I have already made an appointment with the other merchant."
"I'm actually reluctant to leave. Alas, it's a pity that tomorrow's events are too important, so I have to prepare first."
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 gone to bed.
But of course she wouldn't show it, and spoke falsely and perfunctorily in a very sincere voice.
It was this kind of stimulation that made him feel that his exhausted inspiration began to flourish, and his ideas were flowing like a spring.
He was supporting his body with trembling hands and was struggling to crawl out from under the bed.
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.
The knives are like water, Wu Yan beats the snow, and the delicate hands break the new orange. The brocade is just warm, the smoke of the beast is constant, and they sit opposite each other and tune the sheng.
"Zhou Lang, what are you..." Miss Shishi couldn't help but panic, and quickly helped Zhou Lang.
He personally sent Mr. Zhao down to the attic and all the way to the entrance of the courtyard.
Seeing that Zhao Ji didn't move for a long time, Zhou Lang under the bed almost went crazy.
Xuanji hurried towards the attic again, went straight up the stairs, and saw Zhou Lang with a withered face, dark circles under his eyes, and a somewhat sad demeanor.
"It's okay to leave. After all, Zhou Lang has been working hard for most of the night. He must be exhausted both physically and mentally."
My limbs were numb, my whole body ached, my heart felt like a knife, and I was exhausted both physically and mentally.
Watching the carriage gradually move away, surrounded by guards with swords, he breathed a sigh of relief.
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.
Miss Shishi finally breathed a sigh of relief, and while skillfully handling Zhao Guanren's tofu-eating hands, she helped him put on his robe.
Zhou Bangyan took a long breath of air, as if all the depression in his heart had disappeared.
I simply turned over and sat up, walked to the desk, lit the lamp, and then started to spread ink on paper and write quickly.
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.
Not long after, a poem describing in detail what he saw, heard and experienced under Miss Shishi's bed tonight appeared on the paper.
My mind was filled with all kinds of sounds I heard under the bed tonight, whether they were serious or not.
I copied the poem "A Young Man Travels* with a Knife Like Water" again and looked at the poem in one go.
"Oh, Miss Shishi, Zhao suddenly remembered.
Lu Qi wanted to remind the girl several times that that handsome old man Zhou Lang forgot to write down the words dedicated to you, girl.
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 looked at him with her watery eyes, she felt nervous and guilty for no reason.
It seemed as if it had been reverberating in his mind, making his heart feel like a knife, but he couldn't help but feel excited.
If I don't leave, both of my thighs will be completely bruised.
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...
