Chapter 083: Who Put It
The Jinluan Hall is solemn and solemn, and it is a place where the courtiers dare not come out. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info
His series of farts came out, loud and loud, and the echo was long.
The courtiers couldn't hold back the joy in their hearts.
Especially some ministers who usually have a grudge against Chu Shaoyang, they are simply happy to see Chu Shaoyang make a fool of themselves in public.
But in front of the emperor, they still had to hold back, and no one dared to make a sound of joy, so they had to endure it, and they endured it one by one, their faces were red and their necks were thick, and their bodies were twitching.
Even the corners of the emperor's mouth, who had always been stern and unsmiling, twitched a few times.
At that moment, Chu Shaoyang couldn't wait to find a pillar and crash to death.
He had thought that the scene at the wedding hall was the most humiliating moment of his life, but compared to the current situation, it was nothing more than a drop in the bucket.
If there was a crack in the floor tiles on the golden temple, he would not hesitate to get in.
Fortunately, the emperor who was an uncle gave his nephew a step, and said lightly: "King Dingyuan is not well, so he doesn't have to go to the court early, go down and go back to the house to rest." ”
Only then did he withdraw from the hall with a brow on his face.
On the way home, he still popped out a fart or two from time to time.
The anger in Chu Shaoyang's chest was about to burn him, but he couldn't find a place to vent his anger.
He could guess with the back of his head that the news of his farting in public in the court would soon spread throughout the streets of Kyoto, and he would become a complete laughing stock and would not be able to raise his head wherever he went.
Damn!
He gritted his teeth with hatred, and when he dismounted and returned home, he smashed the stake that tied the horse with one punch, and the evil breath in his chest still did not vent out.
After thinking about it, he felt that the culprit must be in the breakfast carefully prepared by Shen Biyun, so he angrily went straight to the Drunken Flower Pavilion to ask about the guilt.
Shen Biyun also had a stomach fuss all morning, and as soon as Chu Shaoyang left the door with her front foot, she began to fart on her back foot.
And one after the other, one after the other, the ornate and delicate room soon became stinky.
She was almost stunned by her own fart, but she didn't dare to leave the room.
Because there are many people in the palace, how can she let others know about such a humiliating thing, if it reaches the ears of the prince, her beautiful image in the prince's heart will be completely ruined.
Her close-fitting maid Orchid Xiang grabbed several handfuls of spices and threw them into the incense burner, and opened all the windows in the room, but the stench still persisted.
Shen Biyun couldn't help but be secretly anxious, if the prince came back to visit her and smelled this unpleasant smell, I was afraid that she would be greatly unhappy.
"Concubine Niangniang, the prince is ...... He went home. ”
I'm really afraid of what, hearing Lan Xiang's report, Shen Biyun wants to die.
She just didn't have time to hide now, Chu Shaoyang's boots had already come to the door.
Shen Biyun stubbornly greeted him and bowed.
"Lord Wang, you're back, concubine ......"
Before he finished speaking, he only heard a "poof", and the two of them were stunned at the same time, thinking that this fart was put by themselves.
You look at me, I look at you, Chu Shaoyang and Shen Biyun are all embarrassed.
"Slaves, slaves and maids should die, slaves and maids didn't mean to, they really couldn't hold back, please forgive the prince and the side concubine. ”
Lan Xiang knelt down with a thud and kowtowed.
She stole some leftover beef soup and chestnut chestnut water chestnut cake, and her stomach began to make a strange feeling, she had endured it for a long time, but she didn't expect that she still couldn't hold back at the last moment.