Chapter 83

Jinluan hall is solemn and solemn, which is where the courtiers dare not go out.

His series of farts came out, the sound was loud and bright, and the echo was long.

The court officials were so happy that they could not hold back.

In particular, some of the ministers who usually had disagreements with Chu Shaoyang were happy to see Chu Shaoyang make a fool of himself in public.

However, in front of the emperor, they still had to hold back. No one dared to make a sound. They had to bear with it. They were so red faced and thick necked that they were pumping all over.

Even the corners of the emperor's mouth, which had always been grim and unsmiling, twitched a few times.

At that moment, Chu Shaoyang couldn't wait to find a pillar to crash to death.

He had thought that the scene in the synagogue was the most humiliating moment of his life, but it was nothing compared with the present situation.

If there is a crack in the floor tile of the golden hall, he will certainly go in without hesitation.

Fortunately, when the uncle of the Emperor gave his nephew a step, light way: "King Dingyuan is not well, do not have to go early, go back to the house to rest."

As if he had been pardoned, he withdrew from the hall with his brows and eyes drooping.

On the way back to the mansion, he still occasionally jumped out one or two farts.

Chu Shaoyang's anger in his chest would burn him, but he couldn't find a place to vent his anger.

He can also guess with the back of his head that his farting in public in chaotang today will soon spread throughout the streets of Kyoto, and he will become a complete laughing stock, and he will not be able to raise his head wherever he goes.

Damn it! Damn it!

He hated gnashing his teeth. When he got off the horse and went back to his house, he broke the stake that tied the horse with one blow, but the evil spirit still didn't come out from his chest.

After thinking about it, he thought that the culprit must have been Shen Biyun's carefully prepared breakfast, so he rushed to the drunken Flower Pavilion in anger to set up a teacher to investigate the crime.

Shen Biyun also made a morning's stomach, Chu Shaoyang's front feet just out of the door, her back feet began to fart.

And one by one, one after another, the gorgeous and exquisite rooms soon became stinky.

She was almost dizzy by her own fart, but she did not dare to go out of the room.

Because there are so many people in the palace, how can she let others know about her disgrace? If it reaches the Lord's ears, her good image in the Lord's heart will be destroyed.

Lanxiang, her maid, grabbed several handfuls of spices and put them into the censer. She opened all the windows in the room, but the smell still lingered.

Shen Biyun couldn't help but feel worried. If the king came back to visit her and smelled the bad smell, he would be very unhappy.

"Side concubine empress, Lord he He went back to his house. "

I'm really afraid of anything. When I hear Lan Xiang's report, Shen Biyun has the heart to die.

It's too late for her to hide now. The sound of Chu Shaoyang's boots has come to the door of the room.

Shen Biyun bravely went out and bowed down.

"Lord, you are back, concubine..."

Before he finished speaking, he only heard the sound of "poop". Both of them thought that the fart was put by themselves.

You see me, I see you, Chu Shaoyang and Shen Biyun are embarrassed.

"The slave and the maid should die. I didn't mean to do it. I really didn't resist it. Please forgive me."

Lan Xiang knelt down and kowtowed.

She stealthily ate some of the rest of the beef soup and chestnut horseshoe cake, and her stomach began to make strange things. She had put up with it for a long time, but she didn't expect to stop at the last moment.

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