Returning to Duan Wang Fu, Qu Qing Ju saw Shu Kui and Rui Xiang standing guard outside the gate to the zheng yuan. She knew that it was possible that He Heng was inside so she asked: “Is wang ye inside the room?”
She Kui bent and answered: “Wang fei, wang ye had come for a while.”
Nodding to show she knew, Qu Qing Ju passed through the main gate and crossed the garden of the zhengyuan. When she came to the outer room of the suite, she saw He Heng was looking at the “beauty dancing under the moon” that she had the servants hang up on the wall.
“Wang ye,” Qu Qing Ju smiled and walked next to He Heng. She stood abreast with him “What’s wrong with the painting?”
“I remember, you also have such a long dress,” He Heng kept on feeling that there was a shadow of Qu Qing Ju in this painting.
“How come wang ye didn’t think that this painting is me.” Qu Qing Ju laughed.
He Heng looked at the signature of the scroll. It was actually Qu Qing Ju’s work. The time of the painting was just a few days ago. No wonder he hadn’t seen it yesterday. It must have been that someone hung it up today.