Qu Yuan was also instantly interested, and asked, "Oh? What kind of woman makes His Highness so worried?"

Xiong Huai explained: "His beauty makes me stop and admire, but it feels out of reach, and I will definitely take you to see and see if I have the opportunity."

Qu Yuan raised his eyebrows, and then he was not attached to the inflammation, but from the bottom of his heart, and echoed: "Then I'm still looking forward to it."

Xiong Huai was instantly relieved when he heard that someone could be so curious and did not object to him and the woman he liked, and when he left the palace in the morning, the imperial grandmother was still opposed to accepting her concubine, and he was upset when he thought about it.

Xiong Huai was busy asking for help from our great poet: "Lingjun, can you help me compose a poem, if you can promote good deeds, I will reward you"

Qu Yuan was a little flattered: "Okay, Your Highness, don't worry, what's so difficult about this, I will definitely help Your Highness write a poem after I see it." It's just Your Highness, now we can go, let's go and eat."

When Xiong Huai heard Qu Yuan say this, his heart suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. said happily: "Let's go, just today Xiu Mu, I'll take you to see his portrait later, let's go to the palace for dinner."

In the middle of the moment, the prince got into the carriage, and Qu Yuan and the prince sat in the same car.

Qu Yuan was less restrained when he first saw the prince, and after so many days of getting along, he found that the prince was different from other princes, he was still very kind, and he was a rare corporal with courtesy and virtue, and he already had the temperament of a monarch.

Passing through the noisy market in the afternoon, the carriage drove through the wide road, and the seeers avoided both sides of the road, and the guards saw that it was the prince's carriage and showed the pass, and the carriage drove into the palace gate and took Qu Yuan into the palace of the king of Chu.

Zhanghua Palace......

In the side hall of the prince's mansion, the maidservants serve dishes one after another, and the dishes are served in an endless stream, and the dishes are diverse and beautiful

(In fact, Xiong Huai is still good in history, and the era of etiquette and happiness can still adhere to the morality of the Spring and Autumn Period, and learn the style of King Chu Zhuang, but only good luxury, poor luxury and extreme desire This is not good, but the nobles of Chu are like this, they are used to enjoying it, and the scene described in Qu Yuan's "Conjuring Spirit" is extremely extravagant), even if you call a few people, you can't finish this dish. But Qu Yuan couldn't say anything.

In the side hall after the meal, only Xiong Huai and Qu Yuan remained, and there were four or five palace people waiting in the hall to wait quietly for the prince's orders.

Xiong Huai ignored a few attendants, he wanted to retreat from everyone, but then he thought that there was nothing to avoid, so he pulled Qu Yuan and led him behind the screen, took out a few scrolls from the back corner of the bookshelf, spread them on the table, and slowly spread them out. A picture of no one, as well as the movements of turning and throwing sleeves, the moment of looking back is frozen on the picture scroll. Then Xiong Huai turned out several scrolls, all of which were painted by the same person.

Qu Yuan asked: "Who is the woman in the painting?"

Xiong Huai: "In the painting is a folk woman, the granddaughter of Zheng Zhanyin, I also happened to see the woman's face, so I painted it"

Seeing the various expressions of the woman in the painting, Qu Yuan already knew in his heart, and it seemed that there was really no shortage of paintings.

Qu Yuan sighed: "Ah! After painting so much, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has very good painting skills."

Xiong Huai laughed at himself: "When you often think of a person who will have such painting skills, don't laugh at me"

Qu Yuan looked at a few pictures of beauties and thought for a while, and then confidently replied to Xiong Huai: "Your Highness give me a few days, and I will make a poem."

Xiong Huai smiled and said, "So I'm waiting for your good news, don't let me down."

Xiong Huai politely sent Qu Yuan out, and then Qu Yuan went straight back to Qu Mansion.

Inside the study of Qu Mansion.

At this time, Qu Yi was also in the study. Seeing this, Qu Yuan disappeared without a trace after a moment of surprise.

Qu Yi hadn't seen Qu Yuan for a while, he thought that Xiu Mu would come back today, but he didn't expect it to be afternoon, Qu Yi remembered that tomorrow the court would discuss some important matters with his colleagues, so he first came to the study to find some documents and prepare to go to the official office.

When I was looking for the scroll, I saw Qu Yuan coming back from outside.

Qu Yi saw his son come back and changed his seriousness just now, and asked with a loving concern: "You're back, are you still used to it in Lantai these days?"

Qu Yuan saw his father's long-lost ease: "Everything is okay, senior brother, His Royal Highnesses are very good, especially His Royal Highness the Prince, who is very humble, I have gained a lot from following the Prince, and the gentleman here is also strong in academics, I have benefited a lot there, and I will definitely improve over time."

Qu Yi put his mind at ease at this time, he was originally worried that this kid was too arrogant, don't make enemies in Lantai anymore, those sons of Lantai will basically succeed to the official positions of the older generation in the future, if they all compete with them here, how can they succeed in the court in the future?

Thinking of this, Qu Yi still mentioned Qu Yuan.

Qu Yi got up and prepared to leave, and said to Qu Yuan: "I'll go to the official office to discuss important matters with a few colleagues, and we'll talk again in the evening, you can be busy with yourself."

Qu Yuan said respectfully: "Send father"

Qu Yuan stayed in the study, continuing to conceive the poem.

Recalling the scene on the beauty scroll, the green emerald smoke shirt, the scattered flowers, water mist and green grass pleated skirt, the body is wearing a thin smoke veil of emerald water, the shoulders are slashed into a waist, and the skin is like a condensed fat and a quiet orchid. Coquettish and boneless.

Although this woman does not have the elegance of Zhao Bixia, she has this other beauty, so beautiful that people unconsciously want to get closer, no wonder His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will never forget it.

Then I started writing, while thinking about those beautiful pictures, while thinking about the Xiangshui River where I went, the legend of the Xiangshui god Nai Shun Emperor wife, after the death of Emperor Shun, the woman wandered on the Xiangshui waterfront, and the tears of the bamboo forest turned into spotted bamboo.

Thoughts wandered far away, and a song "Mrs. Xiang" was born from the pen:

The emperor descended to Beizhu, and his eyes were sorrowful.

The autumn wind is curling, and the Dongting is under the rippling leaves.

Ascend to the white sage and look forward to it, and the good time is in the sunset.

What is the bird, what is the wood.

Yuan has Zhixi and Lan, and Si Gongzi did not dare to speak.

Looking far away, watching the flowing water.

Where does the moose eat in the court? What is Jiao's descendant?

Towards the gallop Yu Ma Xi Jiang Gao, Xi Ji Xi Xi.

Wen Jiaren is summoned and will pass away.

Build a room in the water, and cover the lotus.

The purple altar of the wall is sown, and the pepper is sown.

Gui Dong Xi Lan Lu, Xin Yi Linxi Pharmacy.

Reckless lixi for the curtain, and the shelf is open.

The white jade is the town, and the sparse stone orchid is the fragrance.

Zhi Xi Lotus House, Du Heng.

Hebai grass is a solid garden, and the door is built to be fragrant.

The nine peaks are colorful and welcome, and the spirit is like a cloud.

Donate the rest of the river, and leave the rest of the river.

If you are far away, you will be far away.

Don't be sudden, talk about it.

After writing Mrs. Xiang, Qu Yuan's mind had the face of Zhao Bixia appearing, since there is Mrs. Xiang, then there must be another god, naturally Xiangjun.

But at this moment, Zhao Bixia was not around, thinking about it, he didn't want to start writing, and when he had the opportunity to go back to see her, he couldn't help but let the corners of his mouth rise slightly, and even he didn't notice the change in his expression.

Then he put away the written verse, and was thinking about it in his heart, and brought it to His Highness tomorrow.