Listening to Duan Shuyu's words, Xiong Chao's face was a little heavy. He looked up at Duan Shuyu, and said with a gloomy face: "Duan Shuyu, you pay more attention to what you say, and don't talk about that Yang Chengjun for me." ”

"What's wrong with Yang Cheng-kun?" Duan Shuyu looked at Xiong Chao, who suddenly had a calm face, inexplicably: "Didn't you always talk to me about him before, what's wrong with me today?" ”

Saying that, Duan Shuyu paused: "The sacrifices and feasts in the palace today, Yangchengjun will also come from his fiefdom." (Note 1)

Asked about this, Xiong Chao's face turned black again, and then he shook his head, only turning his head to look at Shi Yiguang: "Go to the banquet today, you have to pay attention to the Yang Chengjun." ”

Shi Yiguang tilted his head and looked at Xiong Chao with doubts on his face.

Seeing this, Xiong Chao said patiently: "He likes men, especially little boys. ”

As soon as the words fell, Duan Shuyu burst into laughter, his eyes swept over Shi Yiguang's body, and said disdainfully: "Yangchengjun has a very high vision, okay?" Which of the men he accepted was not stunningly beautiful? Just him? Duan Shuyu flattened his mouth at Shi Yiguang: "Ah Chao, it's not me who said, you are too worried about it." ”

Xiong Chao listened, turned his head and looked at Shi Yiguang seriously, and nodded: "It seems to be." As he spoke, he paused again, turned his head to look at Shi Yiguang, and took a serious look: "But Bingwen seems to have a bad complexion, and his facial features are rare and clear." ”

"Huh!" Duan Shuyu laughed sarcastically when he heard this: "With this yellow complexion, it is impossible to enter the eyes of Yang Chengjun." ”

Xiong Chao and Duan Shuyu were still talking.

Shi Yiguang didn't care about the two of them, just hung his head and wrote Xiong Chaoyao's poems with a pen.

Combined with what he learned in his previous life, plus some poems he read through in this life, Shi Yiguang was able to write some poems that were in line with the aesthetics and culture of this time. But I couldn't write a few songs.

After all, knowledge is still very limited. Moreover, in this era, poetry did not prevail, but it only had its source. The poems that the royal family said are probably not much right.

Shi Yiguang wrote seven or eight poems in the morning. The other half is adapted from some later ancient texts.

Nowadays, people don't have the habit of signing poems, and Shi Yiguang naturally didn't have a signature, so he handed it to Xiong Chao after writing.

It's about the same time, and there are servants from outside who have come to have lunch.

Shi Yiguang did not go home to the courtyard of Chen Yin in the east of the city as usual, but followed Xiong Chao into the palace of the king of Chu.

During the Mid-Autumn Sacrifice Festival, the King of Chu will bring the nobles of the same clan to sacrifice their ancestors and feast on the Ding.

If you throw away the Forbidden City for tourism, this can probably be regarded as the first time Shi Yiguang entered the palace in his previous life and in this life. Xiong Chao followed behind Chu Ling Yin Zixi, and she followed behind Xiong Chao with her head down, being regarded as a personal attendant, but she didn't have to go through so many rules.

For those of them who are inferior, they are not entitled to 'enjoy' those rules and rituals.

Entering the palace, Shi Yi followed Xiong Chao without squinting. Hou was outside the palace again, watching Ling Yin Zixi and Xiong Chao and others clean their hands outside and enter the hall to salute. (Note 2)

Then followed the Xiong Dynasty and began to feast.

is talking about following Xiong Chao to feast, in fact, he is kneeling behind him and watching him eat.

Shi Yiguang sat behind Xiong Chao, his eyes falling on the tripod placed in the hall.

Ritual sacrifice, the Son of Heaven Jiuding, the princes seven, the Qing doctor five, the Yuan Shi three.

Although Yin Zixi is not Zhou Tianzi's doctor, he is still Wuding and enjoys the respect of the young prison. It can be seen that King Chu Zhao has a fancy for this Zixi.

Qi Ding Spouse Gui (gui three sounds: bowl with ears). In front of Ling Yin Zixi, there were four dishes in front of him, inlaid with turquoise, some surrounded by animal face patterns, and some wrapped around cloud and thunder patterns.

Shi Yiguang remembered what Mr. Sun had said in private before. His gaze swept over the Dinghe Gui placed in front of Zixi.

She buried her head, raised her eyebrows, and looked at Ling Yin Zixi in front of her left out of the corner of her eye.

The feast had begun, and the Xiong Chao in front of him was eating, and his eyes swept towards the hall.

He ate, then leaned back, holding a three-legged bronze moire inlaid topaz jue in his hand, and lifted it towards the desk opposite the main hall: "No, that's it." ”

Shi Yiguang came back to his senses, his eyes swept over Xiong Chao, who was holding a sip of wine, and his brows furrowed: "Who?" ”

Xiong Chao raised the bronze jue in his hand not far away, tilted his head slightly and leaned into Shi Yiguang's ear and whispered: "The one over there, holding the jue and talking to the woman next to him." ”

"Is that what you call Jiang Xu?" Shi Yiguang turned his head and looked at Xiong Chao.

Xiong Chao pursed his lips and nodded with a smile, and responded, "Hmm." ”

Shi Yiguang turned his head and looked at the girl sitting behind the long case opposite, dressed in a garcinia yellow silk skirt and a shallow violin shirt, about twelve or thirteen years old, with a face like three spring peach blossoms, a straight nose and red lips, I don't know what to say to the woman next to her, the corners of her eyes are crooked, with a slight smile.

Shi Yiguang nodded: "It's pretty good-looking." ”

"That's right, my vision is naturally good." Xiong Chao turned his head and craned his neck with inexplicable pride on his face.

Shi Yiguang pulled the corners of his mouth downward, turned his head, and flattened his mouth with disdain: "It's not your person, what are you talking about." ”

When Xiong Chao heard this, his whole face sank, and he turned his head to stare at Shi Yiguang: "It's not mine now, and it will be mine in the future." ”

Shi Yiguang knelt behind him, put his hands on his knees, snorted lightly, and didn't say anything more.

After the feast, poems began to be offered in the palace. King Chu Zhao and Queen Chu sat on the palace, took the cloth handed by the attendants, and looked at them one by one.

Shi Yiguang knelt behind Xiong Chao and looked up at Queen Chu who was sitting at the top.

Mr. Sun said that this was their Yue Ji. It's Goujian's daughter.

Looking at the dignified and beautiful Queen Yue with a jade hairpin and a golden flute on her head, Shi Yiguang slowly lowered her head.

Although he is in the Chu State now, he is still cautious, and all those who are related to the Yue State and the Wu State should stay away. Especially this Queen of Chu, who is still a person from the Yue Imperial Palace.

"Well, who wrote this poem?" The voice of King Chu Zhao sounded above the palace.

The waiter in front of him took the cloth picked up by King Chu Zhao, and walked slowly around the palace with his waist bowed. The cloth in his hand was spread out, shown to the people in the palace, and after walking around, he returned to the top of the palace, standing next to King Chu Zhao.

After a lap, no one answered

"Who did this?" King Chu Zhao looked at the group of courtiers below and asked again.

There was silence underneath.

"No one recognizes such a good poem?" Queen Chu, who was sitting next to King Chu Zhao, chuckled and looked at the main hall and teased.

Xiong glanced at the main hall, then leaned back, leaned into Shi Yiguang's ear, and asked in a low voice, "Did you do it?" ”

Shi Yiguang gave him several poems, but they were all handed in at a glance.

When I think about it now, I can't remember it.

But she only remembered that she wrote this poem in an ordinary way. It's just that I'm afraid of piercing people's eyes and being looked down upon.