All grievances can only be swallowed in the stomach by themselves.

It wasn't until Concubine Mi died that King Wei knew the truth, and then he said he loved her.

Not to mention Jimoyuan, even Qin Xueru didn't believe it.

King Wei smiled bitterly: Isn't that so?

King Wei himself couldn't convince himself.

"Then why did you write this poem?" Jimo Yuan spoke.

If it weren't for this sentence, Qin Xueru would really think that Jimoyuan was a mute.

"No, I'm not writing a story between you in this poem, but about two other people, their stories are more touching than yours, and they just have the same name and surname as you."

Qin Xueru told them a story, one of her favorites: "An unpleasant trip, but Cao Zhi finally survived without danger, and after completing the Hajj, he was going to return to the fiefdom of Juancheng, so he carried Yique on his back, crossed the Yuyuan Pass, passed through Tonggu, and climbed Jingshan, all the way to the east."

On this day, Cao Zhi and his entourage came to Luoshui's edge. Cao Zhi saw that there were woods on the bank of Luoshui, and the ground was covered with rhododendron grass and sesame grass, so he ordered his entourage to unload the car, on the one hand, to rest for a while, and on the other hand, to feed the horses on the grass.

Walking through the forest at sunset, looking at the vast Luoshui, Cao Zhi suddenly felt in a trance, and his thoughts drifted away. As soon as he looked up, Cao Zhi found that there was a wonderful beauty standing beside the mountain rock not far away, Cao Zhi was feasted, grabbed a coachman next to him and said, "Do you see the beauty over there?" What a person is so beautiful! ”

The coachman replied, "I heard that the name of the god of Heluo is Concubine Mi, could it be that she is what you see?" It's just that I can't see what she really looks like, can you describe it to me? ”

Cao Zhi then depicted the appearance of the goddess he saw: her shape is also like a frightening Hong, graceful like a swimming dragon, Rongyao autumn chrysanthemum, and Huamao spring pine. The hair is like the moon covered by light clouds, and the fluttering is like the snow of the flowing wind. Looking at it from afar, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow. Forced to observe it, the scorching waves appeared. The fiber is heartfelt, and the fit is shortened. If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as plain. Stretch the neck of the show, the quality of the dew, the fragrance is not added, the lead Huafu Yu. The clouds are elegant, the eyebrows are trimmed, the lips are long, and the teeth are fresh. Bright eyes are good, Jing Fu inherits power, beautiful posture, and quiet and leisure......

Almost all of the best words in the world to describe beauty and beauty are used by Cao Zhi here, so that he paints an incomparable beauty that can conquer anyone. However, after all, it was only a god, it was erratic and elusive, Cao Zhishe climbed low and high, constantly moving his feet, just to see her for a while, but the goddess disappeared soon after.

Cao Zhi was reluctant to leave for a long time, hoping that she could appear again, in order to see her again, Cao Zhi even wanted to drive a light boat against the current desperately, but the goddess did not appear after all. That night, Cao Zhi was so upset that he couldn't sleep, and his body was covered with heavy frost until dawn.

Cao Zhi had no choice but to order his servant to prepare a horse to board the carriage and embark on the return journey, when he held the reins of the horse and raised the whip to wave it, he was once again so stunned that he lingered and could not leave......

King Wei didn't know what this story had to do with the poem: "And then? ”

Qin Xueru replied truthfully: "Luoshen's name is Zhen Mi, that is, Concubine Mi, and Cao Zhi is the King of Wei back then, this is just a myth and a story, and I didn't expect you to sit down." The latest chapter of "Hundred Platings" The Immortal Concubine of the World: The Black Emperor of the Belly Strongly Teases the Claw Book House is the first time to read for free.