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In the state of Chu, the royal city of Yingdu rammed the city wall, the height and width were equal, solid and stable. In order to lead water into the city and facilitate boating, a water gate was built outside the city. The city gate is divided into three doorways, the middle gate is the widest, the side gate is narrow, the way of people and vehicles is divided, and the traffic is orderly. In the city, the mansions of the nobles are located in the east, and the smelting and pottery workshops are distributed in the southwest.

At nightfall, a horse-drawn carriage drove in by moonlight through the gate on the right side of the city wall, smoothly passed through the silent streets and alleys, and finally stopped not far from the gate of the Qu Mansion at the end of the aristocratic mansion in the eastern district.

The coachman stopped his horse, turned around, and greeted the people in the car in an excited tone, "Little gentleman, let's get home!" ”

When the people in the car heard the sound, they lifted the curtain, revealing a white and slender hand, and the owner of the hand was a young man like jade, with beautiful eyebrows and starry eyes, black hair and blue clothes, although he was childish, he had a bit of a handsome and free temperament. The boy glanced out, then gracefully brushed the hem of his coat out of the carriage, and lightly jumped out of the carriage, but when he got out of the carriage, he stood still and did not move, looking up at the closed door of the house that was facing him diagonally in front of him. The stone wall of the house was washed clean and shiny by the new rain, a row of green bamboos were planted under the corner, and the repainted pale red wooden gate looked elegant and quiet under the silver light of the full moon, and the young man read the Chu character on the wooden plaque: "Yaqu ......" The voice was clear, like a murmur, and like a shallow chant.

The coachman held the reins, stood beside the young man, followed the young man's line of sight to the house in front of him, and explained: "The little gentleman doesn't know, Aunt Yao's daughter sent a message half a year ago that she was worried that her mother was alone and had nothing to rely on to take her to Qin for reunion, so she sold the wine shop. ”

The wall of Qu Mansion was originally a wine shop specially opened for nobles, the former owner was named Shang Yao, who worked as a musician in the palace of Chu when he was young, and later left the palace and ran this wine shop with her husband, and the dignitaries were frequent visitors here.

"I see." Xiu's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and there was some loss and reluctance in the young man's tone. In the past six months, things have really changed a lot, and he has not had the opportunity to get along with Aunt Yao, who has been taking care of him for many years.

The coachman also seemed to see that his little master was in a low mood, and hurriedly said: "But this family is also strange, what kind of tea house is opened, almost no one comes, and I have never seen the owner, and I can often see a girl about your age, and an obese yellow-spotted cat." ”

After hearing this, the young man smiled lightly, did not answer, and then looked at the wooden plaque and walked straight to the gate of Qu's house.

Qu Mansion is the other house of Qu Yuan, the former Sanlu doctor, and the young man's name is Song Yu, and he is one of Qu Fuzi's more proud protégés. After Song Yu, who was only eight years old at the time, was accepted as a disciple by Qu Yuan, he left Yanyi alone and came to Yingdu, and has been living in this Qu mansion since then, and now seven years have passed.

Half a year ago, many years after the tragic death of King Huai of Chu in Qin, the King of Chu actually wanted to destroy the Qi-Chu alliance and jointly attack Qi with Qin, Zhao, Wei, Han, Yan and other countries. Unexpectedly, the king of Chu listened to the instigation of others, ignored Qu Yuan's advice, and actually exiled him again. The place of exile was far away, and Song Yu was worried that his mentor would be overwhelmed by the fatigue of the boat, so he accompanied and took care of him along the way, and did not return to Yingdu from Lingyang until half a month ago.

Hearing the sound of horses' hooves but not returning, the servants went out one after another. As soon as Song Yu stepped into the gate with one foot, he saw an old woman walking towards him. The old woman's name was Zheng Jiang, with gray hair and a slender figure, and she trembled towards the door with the support of the maidservant.

When Song Yu saw Zheng Jiang, he hurriedly stepped forward, replacing the maidservant and supporting Zheng Jiang to walk slowly on the gravel path from the door to the main house. The pear blossoms next to the path, a tree, a branch, flowers are better than snow, and the fragrance is quiet and elegant.

"Grandmother, how are you doing at home?"

"Okay, everything is fine." Seeing the person she had missed for a long time, Zheng Jiang cried with joy, her voice was a little hoarse, and her old and withered hand gently patted Song Yu's hand holding her. Song Yu has been taken care of by her since she came to Yingdu at the age of eight, she treats him like her own grandson, her eyes have been following her child, wiped her tears, and said with relief: "I haven't seen you for more than half a year, but the little gentleman has grown a lot taller!" ”

"Grandmother, when Ziyuan grows up, he will naturally grow taller." Song Yu smiled slightly, and his tone was full of reproach and distress: "The night is heavy, why do you bother to welcome it!" ”

"Grandmother is happy to see you come back, where can I still sit still." Zheng Jiang's gaze was still fixed on the young man's face and he was reluctant to take it away, as if he was afraid that he was just a phantom in a dream at this time. The older a person gets, the more he longs for his children and grandchildren to be around his knees, and the more he fears death. She was looking forward to Song Yu's return, for the past six months, Zheng Jiang had been afraid every day and night, afraid that she would not be able to hold on one day, and she would not even see the last one.

"But your legs are ......" Looking at Zheng Jiang's staggering steps, Song Yu felt very uncomfortable, when he left half a year ago, although Zheng Jiang's legs and feet were not dexterous, he didn't need to be supported by others.

"Alas, people are old and useless."

Song Yu pursed his lips, his heart sank, and then looked at the old woman beside him, it was inevitable that he was sad, he grew up, but the kind and strict grandmother in his memory was getting old day by day. "When I came home a few days ago, I heard from my mother that a famous doctor had come to Yanyi to treat a leg disease, and in a few days, I would go to him to see him to treat you." The distance from the door to the main house is actually not far, but in order to take care of Zheng Jiang and cooperate with her steps, Song Yu walked extremely slowly.

"No, no, I still don't know my body, it's an old problem. What's more, it is a disease that the medical officers in the palace can't cure, how can a wandering person do it. Zheng Jiang pushed again and again, his weather-beaten face was full of wrinkles, but fortunately, he was still deaf and clear-sighted, and he was not confused because of his age.

Where is Song Yu willing to follow her, "I always have to give it a try." As for your physical condition, it is natural that you can only count if you are a doctor. ”

"You kid!" Zheng Jiang couldn't resist Song Yu, and he was reluctant to go to the pommel horse again, so he had to smile helplessly: "As long as you are by your grandmother's side, as soon as your grandmother is happy, maybe this disease will be cured." ”

"Okay, Ziyuan won't go anywhere in the future, so he will stay with his grandmother." There is a rare hint of childish expression on the delicate face.

Zheng Jiang smiled from ear to ear, paused, and asked him again, "What about Master Qu, is he okay?" When will the king summon his master back? ”

The smile suddenly froze, Song Yu frowned, but he didn't show his face, and still replied in a calm tone: "It's okay, teacher, he asked me to tell you to take care of your body, he will be back soon." ”

"Okay, good, it's good to be back, it's good to be back!" Zheng Jiang wiped his old tears with his sleeve, "The king finally understands the master's painstaking efforts. ”

Seeing that Zheng Jiang was not continuing to ask, Song Yu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyebrows were tightly locked, because his ears were slightly red because he had lied, but fortunately, he couldn't see clearly in the night. In fact, he knew in his heart that it was actually difficult to make the king of Chu change the edict of exile, and now in the situation between the court and the central government, the king of Chu listened to the words of the villain, did not know the loyalty and treachery, and did not distinguish between good and evil. Since marrying a bride from the Qin State two years ago, the Chu State, which originally had the strength to suppress the Qin State, has been extremely humble in front of the Qin State, which is really indignant.