[Fantasy] Dragon Soul Blood Jade (Complete) - 1-3

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Volume 1,

Chapter 1: The Youngest Son Returns Home.

"The glorious civil administration still stands, but the illustrious military achievements have all turned to dust." At the entrance of a wealthy family's private school, a refined old scholar held a yellowed scroll in his hand, stroking his long, white beard as he sighed softly. He paced back and forth, put down the book, and looked out the window. It was late autumn; deep in the misty mountains and clouds, the ruins of Emperor Xiaowen of the Western Han Dynasty, Liu Heng's, Baling Mausoleum, were faintly visible. Now, everything had changed, prompting a sigh for the vicissitudes of life, for those once-great achievements had vanished like dust in the wind, leaving only endless regret and sighs for posterity.

"Master Chu, my young lady requests your presence." The speaker was a beautiful young woman of about twenty-nine.

"Yes, I understand. I'll be there immediately." The old scholar replied, putting down his scroll and stepping out of the school. A gentle breeze stirred, lifting the pages of the book on the bank. The yellowed cover bore the two large seal characters "Records of the Grand Historian."

"Year after year, the willows turn green, a sorrowful farewell at Baling." A sigh, as soft as a pin dropping, reached his ears. Old Mr. Chu paused, then snapped out of his reverie, pushing open the latticed wooden door and entering. He saw a young woman with her hair in a woman's bun, wearing a long, moon-white satin dress, her slender hand gently holding a volume of "Selected Poems of Li Bai." A voice, noticing someone entering, brought her back to her senses, and she smiled. Old Mr. Chu, well past sixty and devoid of desire, was also stunned, murmuring to himself, "Autumn waters for her spirit, jade for her bones, a face like a lotus, eyebrows like willows," Indeed, such a beauty could be breathtaking; the ancients were right!

“Mr. Chu, my son Ke is about to return home after completing his training at Shaolin Temple on Mount Song. My grandfather is still in the army handling official business, and it's not appropriate for me, a young woman, to show my face in public. Why don't you go with Steward Wu to the post station outside the city to meet him?” The woman spoke slowly and deliberately, her voice clear and melodious.

“Excellent! I'll set off immediately.” Mr. Chu said excitedly, his eyes sparkling.

“They say girls change a lot as they grow up, but boys change a bit too, don't they? Mr. Chu, you were Ke’s mentor, watching him grow up since he was a child. It's been almost ten years since we last met. I wonder if you can still recognize him?”

“Yes, yes.”

“That’s good. Steward Wu has already prepared the carriage and horses. You can go with them now.” After the woman finished speaking, she closed her eyes slightly, leaned against the open window, and began to rest.

"This old man takes his leave," said Mr. Chu, turning and leaving the room. He didn't notice the strange smile that appeared on the woman's face. Her usually dignified features now seemed somewhat sinister, yet alluring, captivating all who beheld her.

It was already afternoon. Outside Chang'an, a painted carriage slowly traveled along the bluestone path. The driver was a young man in his early twenties, dressed in a dark blue close-fitting outfit. His appearance was ordinary, but his expression was resolute; one could tell at a glance he was a righteous man to whom one could entrust their life. The carriage curtain was rolled up, revealing two elderly men in their sixties dressed as scholars, sitting side-by-side inside, whispering amongst themselves, seemingly discussing something. Occasionally, bursts of hearty laughter drifted out from outside. Before long, the carriage arrived at the post station. The young man stopped the carriage, turned around, and smiled at the two elderly men inside, saying, "Steward Wu, Master Chu, we've arrived at the post station."

"Oh, we've arrived," replied the elderly man called Steward Wu, who, along with Master Chu, dismounted from the carriage. Although he was advanced in years, he was still quite spry. The three of them parked the carriage and went to the reception desk of the post station. Steward Wu, dressed in a brown brocade robe, inquired, "When will Du Ke, the second young master of the Du family of Jingzhao, arrive?" "Soon, in about a quarter of an hour." "Oh, thank you, brother."

In the blink of an eye, a quarter of an hour had passed. The three of them heard a horse neigh, and a snow-white steed came into view. On the horse rode a young man who had just come of age. He nimbly dismounted and led the horse toward the post station. Suddenly, the boy stopped and excitedly said to Master Chu and Steward Wu, "Teacher, Grandpa Wu, you've come to pick me up!" "Oh, the young master has grown so much! It's truly a blessing from heaven. Master, Madam, I have not failed you in your trust; the young master has grown into a man." As he finished speaking, tears welled up in his eyes. "Alright, Old Wu, stop dawdling and get in the carriage. The young master has had a long journey, and the eldest young mistress is still waiting at home," Master Chu interjected. "Yes, yes, yes, let's get in the carriage first," Steward Wu said, pulling the boy into the carriage, which sped off towards the outskirts of the city.

"How has your sister-in-law been these past few years? Is she in good health?" As soon as they got in the carriage, the boy named Du Ke hurriedly asked.

"Yes, all is well. Ah, this large Du family has been managed by her, a daughter-in-law from another family, for many years. It's been tough on him. In recent years, Tibet has been making moves again, and the old master is very busy with official duties in the army. He often doesn't come home for half a year. In addition, he is getting old and doesn't have that much energy anymore." The speaker was Master Chu, Du Ke's childhood teacher.

"The world only knows the wealth and glory of the Wei and Du families in the south of the city, a mere foot and a half from heaven. Who knows our hardships and bitterness? Our patriarch spent his life on the battlefield, toiling for the country. Even in his sixties, he still had to don armor and go into battle. He died young, and our eldest son died on the battlefield, loyal to the country. Our second son, you were frail and sickly from childhood. If it weren't for the blessing of Zen Master Huiming, who took you away to cultivate in seclusion and imparted all his knowledge to you, who knows what would have become of you. In the vast Du family of Jingzhao, only the eldest daughter-in-law remains as the head of the household. Fortunately, she was born into the Wen family of Taiyuan, with a family tradition of learning. From a young age, she studied poetry, literature, music, and rites under her father, Mr. Guanlin. She was proficient in all the arts, including calligraphy, painting, and chess. She was also very beautiful. Before her marriage, Yunying was recognized as the most beautiful woman in the Tang Dynasty. After marrying into the Du family, heaven showed no mercy. On his wedding night, right after the ceremony, the eldest son was summoned by imperial decree to serve in the army and died in battle on the banks of the Wuding River. The eldest daughter-in-law never uttered a word of complaint." She diligently managed the household affairs. "Ah, to expect a young lady from a noble family, skilled in floristry and traditional arts, to run those tea and silk shops and support this enormously expensive family is truly..."

Before Steward Wu could finish speaking, Du Ke couldn't help but say, "All of this, sister-in-law, is for me! These are things that I, the young master of the Du family, should be doing." I remember that year, the house was decorated with lanterns and streamers, a scene of joyous celebration. Even my usually stern and unsmiling grandfather was beaming. Although I was usually bedridden, that day I was helped by my attendants to go with everyone to welcome the new bride. As I looked up, I saw my usually taciturn elder brother smiling like a child, arm in arm with a slender, beautiful young woman. She wore a phoenix coronet and a wedding veil, adorned with bright jewels. They gracefully completed their bows and were about to offer a toast to my grandfather when a strange, sarcastic voice came from outside, saying, "Imperial decree has arrived! General Du Shang, Marquis of Pingjing, and General Du Rong, the Cavalry General, receive the decree!" Everyone's face changed drastically, and they all knelt down. Although I was young and naive, I knelt quietly as a eunuch in a bright red robe read the imperial edict. At the time, I didn't understand what the edict meant, but later I learned that the Tibetans had crossed the border, and war had broken out on the frontier. Emperor Dezong was in great distress and urgently summoned my grandfather and elder brother back to the frontier to fight the enemy using the imperial tiger tally. My grandfather looked helpless, and my elder brother was also dejected. On such a joyous day, encountering such a thing always left them with resentment but nowhere to vent it—the helplessness of a subject. My elder brother had no choice but to take off his wedding red brocade robe, put on military attire, and hurriedly went to the frontier with my grandfather. From beginning to end, he didn't even have time to say "I'm sorry" to his sister-in-law who had just entered the family. "At this point, Du Ke's voice trembled. Everyone knew he was overcome with emotion at the thought of his deceased brother and quickly comforted him. Du Ke calmed his emotions and continued, "The Battle of Wuding River was incredibly fierce. Although Grandpa and his men repelled several Tibetan attacks, they suffered heavy losses. Later, the Tibetan vanguard commander, Prince Yude, was wounded by a stray arrow, forcing them to withdraw. When they were taking in the prisoners, my elder brother was careless and was stabbed in the waist by a blindly loyal surrendered prisoner. He succumbed to his wounds and died. When my sister-in-law received the devastating news from the front, she immediately fainted. After waking up, she remained silent and fell seriously ill. It wasn't until our late master, Zen Master Huiming, came to stay at our house and spoke to her for an entire afternoon that she regained her vitality. After Grandpa returned home and presided over my elder brother's funeral, he also secluded himself in his room, refusing to see anyone for a month." "My parents died early, and my eldest brother was raised by my grandfather, who carried on his spirit of protecting the country. Now, the white-haired man has outlived the black-haired man. This is a tragedy of human relations." To others, these words were shocking, but Du Ke spoke as if they were ordinary past events, his tone very ordinary. Only his eyes were deep, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

"I was already frail, and this blow made me even more seriously ill, as if I might be on my way to the underworld at any moment. Although I was seriously ill at that time, my mind was very clear, and I was thinking only of going down to find my father, mother, and eldest brother. When my grandfather saw me like this, he was heartbroken and his face turned ashen. Suddenly, a Buddhist chant came, like a divine voice from another world. A kind-faced old monk slowly came, followed by my poor sister-in-law, who was carrying a bowl of steaming hot medicine. When I woke up, I was in a simple carriage. Beside me was a curious young novice monk, about my age, and next to him sat an old monk in meditation. He looked very familiar, which made me feel an innate sense of kinship." As he said this, Du Ke looked up at the carriage and his eyes were confused, as if he was missing a very important person from the past.

Du Ke spoke for a long time, seemingly without pausing. After a short while, he spoke again, "Grandpa Wu, you've been with our family the longest. You were my grandfather's close attendant when he was young. Do you know what kind of family the Jingzhao Du family is?"

"Of course I know. Although I'm not a member of the Du family, I know its history very well. The Jingzhao Du family rose to prominence during the chaotic Three Kingdoms period at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, initially known for its capable ministers. Du Shu, courtesy name Wubo, followed Cao Cao, the Emperor Wu of Wei, in his campaigns, establishing the Cao Wei dynasty. He was as famous as Xun Yu and Jia Wenhe, serving as a renowned minister under Cao Cao. His son, Du Yu, courtesy name Yuankai, was a famous general of the Wei and Jin dynasties. When Sima Yan unified the country, it was he who led his troops south, destroying the... According to the Sun family of Eastern Wu, eighty years ago in Jiangdong, the phrase "A thousand-foot iron chain sank to the bottom of the river, a surrender flag emerged from the stone" refers to this man's achievements. From the subsequent Jin and Southern and Northern Dynasties onward, the Du family produced generations of high-ranking officials. The Du family of Jingzhao, like the Cui family of Qinghe and the Zheng family of Xingyang, enjoyed widespread renown. The famous prime minister Ru Hui during the reign of Emperor Taizong of this dynasty was deeply favored by the Tang emperors, being granted the title of Duke of Lai and buried in the Zhaoling Mausoleum—what an honor! Speaking of the Du family's glorious history, Chief Steward Wu's expression was full of admiration.

"Yes, the Du family has been deeply favored by the emperors for generations. No matter how dynasties changed, they were always favored by the imperial family. My grandfather once told me that the talented members of the Du family should 'use literature to secure the country and martial arts to stabilize the nation,' this was the family's ancestral precept. Now, it seems that behind the boundless glory lies boundless sorrow and desolation." Du Ke said with a forlorn expression, seemingly lost in thought.

"Do not speak of titles and honors, for one general's success is built upon the bones of ten thousand," Master Chu recited with a touch of melancholy.

"Since gaining the favor of Zen Master Huiming, I have recuperated in the sacred Buddhist land for nearly ten years. The chronic illness I was born with has been cured, and I have even learned the secret Buddhist method of the *I Ching*. I am no longer that sickly, ignorant child. Now that my late master has passed away and ascended to the Pure Land, his dying wish is for me to leave the Buddhist order and return to the mortal world. Now that I have returned, I must shoulder the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the Du family, to comfort the spirits of my deceased father and brother in heaven." Du Ke's tone was calm, but his expression was indescribably resolute, inspiring awe.

"Young Master's determination is a testament to the hard work and toil of the Eldest Young Mistress over the past few years," said Steward Wu, tears welling in his eyes.

Chapter 2: Deep Affection Between Uncle and Sister-in-Law

The group continued their conversation, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the gates of the Du residence. "Young Master, Steward Wu, Master Chu, we're home. Please alight from the carriage." The young man driving the carriage stopped and said.

"Finally back. Ten years have passed. It feels like a lifetime, like a long dream." Du Ke murmured to himself. As the two old men alighted from the carriage, he heard a voice that was both familiar and unfamiliar say, "Who is so sleepy? A dream that has lasted for ten years?" Before the words were finished, a beautiful figure in moon-white appeared before him. Looking at the figure before him, Du Ke couldn't help but recite Cao Zixiao's "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River" with a swaying head: "Her steps were light and graceful, her silk stockings stirred up dust... Her eyes sparkled with beauty, her face radiant and jade-like. Her words were soft and gentle, her breath like a fragrant orchid. Her graceful figure made me forget..." "The food... its form is graceful as a startled swan, elegant as a swimming dragon; as radiant as autumn chrysanthemums, as flourishing as spring pines. It seems like light clouds veiling the moon, drifting like swirling snow in a flowing wind. From afar, it shines like the rising sun at dawn; up close, it glows like a lotus emerging from green waves..."

Hearing such undisguised praise, Wen Hua blushed and scolded, "Where did you learn such vulgar language to insult your own sister-in-law?"

Du Ke, hearing this scolding, quickly recovered and bowed to the woman before him, saying, "Sister-in-law, please accept my bow. I am very grateful."

"That's more like it, like a young master from a scholarly family." Hearing her brother-in-law's flattery, Wen Hua couldn't help but feel a surge of affection and replied with a smile.

"Sister, you've worked so hard these past few years. I feel so guilty, I'm truly sorry." Suddenly, Du Ke's previous frivolous demeanor vanished, replaced by a solemn expression. His eyes, however, remained fixed intently on the beautiful woman, and he unconsciously adopted a more intimate form of address.

"We're family, no need for formalities," Wen Hua said calmly. "Let's go, let's go inside." With that, the group entered the Du family mansion.

"This is your old room. I had them keep it for you. Everything is unchanged; someone comes to clean it every day." After entering, Wen Hua led Du Ke to a familiar room, speaking slowly and deliberately. Du Ke felt a warmth in his heart and eagerly pushed open the door. He looked around, and indeed, everything was just as he remembered. The kite his grandfather had made by hand when he was a child still lay quietly on the desk, as if the past ten years had no relation to it. Du Ke turned to look at his smiling sister-in-law beside him, his gaze growing increasingly fervent, unsure of what to say. Wen Hua seemed to sense a change in her brother-in-law's mood, so she quickly lowered her head to avoid his gaze, calmed herself, and slowly said, "I'll go out and prepare lunch first. You can find Steward Wu if you need anything." With that, she walked out, turning and disappearing from Du Ke's sight. Du Ke stared at her graceful figure until she vanished, then suddenly snapped back to reality, his handsome face flushed red. He muttered to himself, "Du Ke, what's wrong with you? She's your respected sister-in-law, how could you be so disrespectful to her? Even your thoughts are wrong." He shook his head, as if trying to shake off the romantic

thoughts in his mind. Du Ke remained alone in his room for a long time, lost in thought. Hearing someone calling him from outside, he realized it was lunchtime, so he calmly walked out of the room and headed straight for the hall. The intense internal struggle he had just endured had ultimately been overcome by reason.

"Come, young man, this is your wet nurse from when you were little, Aunt Lin. Do you remember her?" Before the words were finished, Steward Wu led a middle-aged woman to the front. Du Ke shook his head, clearing his mind. He looked at the woman who seemed familiar, but he just couldn't remember her. Seeing the young master frown and look apologetic, the woman felt a pang of disappointment, but her face still smiled. She said, "It's been ten years since we last met. It's normal to forget. Young master, there's no need to blame yourself. I'm just a country bumpkin, nothing to worry about." "It's Aunt Lin who used to sweep your room every day," Wen Hua said as she entered the hall, revealing something surprising. Hearing this, Du Ke seemed to wake from a dream. He rushed forward and hugged the woman tightly, murmuring, "Aunt Lin, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't even remember." As he spoke, tears streamed down his face. The woman reached out and wiped away Du Ke's tears, her voice choked with emotion, "It's alright, it's alright. Little Ke has grown up, and Aunt Lin has grown old. It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back." It turned out that the woman called Aunt Lin was Du Ke's wet nurse when he was young. Du Ke's birth mother was frail and died young, and she practically raised him single-handedly. Although they were not related by blood

, their bond was stronger than that of mother and son. "Alright, alright, it's good to see you again. There's plenty of time in the future. Meeting is a joyous occasion; don't make it seem like a reluctant farewell. Come, everyone, sit down and eat," Wen Hua said, breaking the silence. "Yes, let's eat, let's eat. Young Master, come, sit down," Aunt Lin quickly pulled Du Ke to sit down.

Once everyone was seated, Du Ke's mood calmed down considerably, and the first meal after returning home ended amidst laughter and banter. After the meal, the autumn air was crisp and clear, and everyone was still in high spirits, not having left. The young master's return today added to their joy, and they chatted idly during the afternoon. Du Ke looked around and suddenly noticed a daisy blooming brightly on the windowsill not far away, shimmering golden in the warm afternoon sun. He was delighted and followed the light, seeing a familiar, beautiful figure. She had changed out of her plain white dress and was now wearing a simple red top, made of the finest satin, which shimmered slightly in the sunlight, making her rosy cheeks and delicate face even more radiant.

Du Ke stared blankly for a moment, then involuntarily uttered a line of poetry: "A beautiful flower and a captivating beauty, both pleasing to the eye, often bringing a smile to the king's face." "Young master, you're in a truly good mood today, reciting one fine line after another. The eldest young mistress is certainly worthy of such praise. If Li Bai were still alive, he would say the same thing." Master Chu laughed heartily, accepting Du Ke's ramblings, but this annoyed Wen Hua. "Old master, don't imitate someone's glib tongue! How could a mere woman of humble appearance receive such high praise from the ancients?" "Sister-in-law, don't belittle yourself. My brother's words come from the bottom of his heart. Li Bai said of Yang Guifei, 'The clouds remind me of her clothes, the flowers of her face; the spring breeze caresses the balustrade, the dew is heavy.'" "Don't you know, sister, who in the Tang palace is like this? Poor Yang Guifei, leaning on her new clothes?" Wen Hua's face flushed even more, and she scolded him sharply, "You little rascal, don't spout nonsense! If this were sixty or seventy years ago, you would have been dead long ago. How can royal matters be discussed by outsiders?" "Sister, please calm down. I spoke offhand, please forgive me," Du Ke said apologetically, but his tone was completely nonchalant. He continued, "The Li family has ruled the world for nearly two hundred years, and they won't even allow others to say a word? Back then, when Empress Wu Zetian died, the entire Li Tang royal family was in chaos..." Emperor Zhongzong (Li Xian) was weak, incompetent, and indecisive, allowing Empress Wei and Princess Anle to wreak havoc in the court and palace. All those with ambition lamented the loss of the Tang Dynasty left by Emperor Taizong. If Empress Wei hadn't murdered the emperor and seized the throne, attempting to emulate Empress Wu Zetian but lacking the ability, how could Li Longji (Emperor Zhongzong) have ascended the throne? While the Kaiyuan era saw thirty years of prosperity, this was largely due to Yao Yuanchong and Song Jing. As he aged, he inevitably became arrogant and complacent, further clouded by lust, seizing his own son's wife and allowing the likes of Li Linfu and Yang Guozhong to wreak havoc in the court and harm the nation, ultimately leading to the An Lushan Rebellion and eight years of war. The chaos brought devastation and suffering to the people, who were displaced and endured untold misery. He himself lost his throne and fled west in haste, the once-glorious empire gone forever. When his descendants, Emperor Suzong and Emperor Daizong, ascended the throne, although they purged the rebels, the decentralization of military power created the hidden danger of regional warlordism. Furthermore, their reliance on eunuchs led to the erosion of imperial power and corruption within the court. Fortunately, the current Emperor Xianzong is diligent and hardworking, actively implementing reforms, purging corruption, and achieving remarkable results. He also harbors ambitions to restore the Tang Dynasty's glory, giving the empire some hope for the future. "Du Ke spoke so much in one breath, his words showing a disregard for the imperial name, truly a sign of youthful arrogance."

"The Second Young Master has long resided in a Buddhist temple, surrounded by the dim light of lamps and the sounds of the morning and evening bells, yet he has not forgotten the affairs of the nation and the world. I truly do not know whether this is a blessing or a curse for the Du family," Mr. Chu slowly shook his head.

"The Du family of Jingzhao is the foremost aristocratic family in the land. For hundreds of years, they have been deeply favored by the emperor. Every generation has taken it upon themselves to safeguard the country and maintain peace, devoting themselves wholeheartedly to the cause until their dying breath. Our ancestor, Ruhui, held the position of Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel during the reign of Emperor Taizong, a position of immense power and prestige, and was highly regarded by the emperor. On his deathbed, he left instructions that our descendants, the Du family, should protect the Tang Dynasty for generations to come, in order to repay Emperor Taizong's kindness. My grandfather, in his youth, encountered the An Lushan Rebellion. He resolutely abandoned his studies to join the army, following General Guo in his campaigns across the north and south." "We've fought countless battles, big and small, to achieve the supreme glory of the Marquis of Pingjing today. When the late Emperor was alive, he favored my grandfather greatly, and his most beloved youngest daughter, Princess Zhangning, joined the Du family; she was my late mother. I remember when I was six years old, my mother, who had been ill for a long time, passed away. My father was heartbroken and died a year later..." As he spoke of his deceased parents, Du Ke's voice lowered until it fell silent. Everyone knew of his grief and remained silent, creating a very somber atmosphere in the hall.

After a long silence, it was Master Chu who finally spoke, changing the subject. He said, "Alas, Emperor Taizong was a man of great talent and strategy; the Reign of Zhenguan is renowned throughout the ages. Zhaoling remains, but the man is gone, leaving only sighs of regret." Perhaps trying to divert Du Ke's attention, Wen Hua, who had been silent for a long time, followed the old master's gaze to the window. Deep in the clouds, she saw the Baling Mausoleum, which had withstood a thousand years of wind and rain, and slowly said, "This is Baling, isn't it? I remember when I was young, I read the *Records of the Grand Historian* with my father. Sima Qian highly praised Emperor Wen of Han, Liu Heng. The Zhou dynasty had Cheng and Kang, and the Han dynasty had Wen and Jing. The wise rulers of antiquity always inspired the hearts of the people. It's a pity I was born in the wrong era and couldn't witness the splendor of these wise rulers." Du Ke seemed to have recovered from his own sorrow and also looked out the window, saying in a normal tone: "When my late teacher was alive, when discussing emperors throughout history, besides the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of ancient times, the one he admired most was Emperor Wen of Han. He praised his compassion for humanity and his extraordinary frugality despite being the Son of Heaven. He abolished corporal punishment, a practice with a history of thousands of years, because of a little girl named Ti Ying. Whenever I think of this, I can't help but feel deep respect. Emperor Wen was benevolent and loved his people; who among later emperors could compare?" "When Emperor Wen was alive, a great calamity struck. Song Chang established the imperial register, and the Marquis of Jiang welcomed him. He yielded the throne to the south, and the world submitted to his rule. He prioritized agriculture and promoted agriculture, spreading virtue and ending war. He abolished treasury and suppressed slander, simplifying governance and clarifying punishments. He followed the custom of wearing silk robes, and the camps at Lutai were closed. He was lenient in law and strict in execution, and he showed compassion to Ti Ying in prison. Baling remained unchanged, and his name has been praised for a thousand years." Master Chu recited Sima Qian's original words with great emotion, his face full of longing.

As everyone was chatting and laughing, a familiar voice suddenly called out, "Young Madam, an invitation has arrived." It was the gatekeeper running over, holding a red invitation. Wen Hua took it, read it calmly, and turned to Du Ke, saying, "Remember to take a bath later, change into something appropriate, and bring the Du family heirloom sword your grandfather left you. Come with me to the Wei residence for the banquet." "Oh, I understand," Du Ke replied, but his heart was filled with doubt.

Chapter 3: A Grand Banquet

It was early winter, the days were short and the nights long, and in no time it was evening. The setting sun seemed reluctant to leave this beautiful scene, unwilling to go down. In the dim glow of the setting sun, Du Lin, the head of the guards at the Du residence, waited at the gate in his carriage. Seeing the two approaching, he quickly went to greet them, saying, "Young Madam, everything is ready." "Are the gifts complete? The Wei family is a prominent clan, on good terms with our generation; we cannot afford to be negligent," Wen Hua said solemnly as she boarded the carriage. "Yes, everything is ready. Don't worry, Young Madam," Du Lin replied, helping the young master behind him into the carriage before driving off.

Inside the carriage, the two sat facing each other. Du Ke couldn't help but ask, "Sister-in-law, what's the matter with the Wei family? Why are they hosting us?" Hearing this, Wen Hua replied casually, "This is just a common social gathering among the gentry. There will be many more like it in the future. You should get used to it this time. Remember, words can be dangerous; be careful with your speech and actions. Don't spout endless nonsense like you do at home, using historical allusions to satirize the present." "Yes, I understand. I'll try not to say anything and just help others with their luggage," Du Ke quickly replied. "Young Madam is right. Although the current emperor proclaims freedom of speech, the implications are unclear. Second Young Master, you've just returned from the Zen temple; there are many things you don't know," said Du Lin, the driver of the carriage. Du Ke nodded repeatedly, but a sense of unease lingered in his heart.

Soon, the carriage stopped. They had arrived at the Wei residence. The two alighted gracefully and walked towards the high walls and vermilion doors opposite. Du Lin settled the carriage and went to find the Wei family's steward with the gifts. "Sister Wen, you've arrived!" A melodious female voice rang out. Wen Hua walked towards the crowd not far away with a beaming smile, saying cheerfully, "Sister, I'm late, please don't be offended." A bright young woman dressed in a black robe stepped out from the crowd, skipping and hopping as she took Wen Hua's hand, laughing and talking. Suddenly, her expression changed, and she said displeasedly to Du Ke beside Wen Hua, "This is a private banquet venue; unauthorized personnel are not welcome." Du Ke was taken aback, unsure what to say.

Hearing this, even the usually gentle and well-mannered Wen Hua couldn't help but laugh so hard she bent over. "Sister, what are you laughing at? Did I say something wrong? This isn't a place for a spoiled brat like him!"

"Oh, Brother Ke, you've got to admit defeat this time." Wen Hua finished laughing, turned to Du Ke with a gloating expression, and then turned to the young woman in the black robe and said, "Sister Xin, when will you ever be more patient? He's a guest you invited. You really don't know any manners! Listen carefully, his name is Du Ke, the young master of the Du family of Jingzhao, the grandson of the Marquis of Pingjing."

"Ah!" The woman named Wei Hui exclaimed softly, bowing apologetically to Du Ke, "I'm sorry, I was blind to your greatness. I didn't know it was Young Master Du who graced us with his presence. I apologize for not welcoming you properly." "It's nothing

, Miss. Please don't take it to heart," Du Ke said sincerely, bowing back. Hearing this, the people who had gathered nearby all came over to talk to Du Ke, hoping to take this opportunity to get to know the future head of the Du family. Du Ke returned their greetings and pleasantries with a smile, skillfully handling the social etiquette expected of aristocratic families.

The group chatted and laughed for a while, then, seeing that it was getting late and the banquet was about to begin, they all went inside the mansion. Du Ke followed the group into the mansion, walking along the wide bluestone path, looking at the dazzling glazed tiles reflecting the sunset and shimmering with golden light on both sides, he couldn't help but sigh that even the inner palace of the imperial palace was no more than this; truly, the gates of a noble family were as deep as the sea, a saying that was absolutely true.

Gradually, after passing through the Wei family compound, they arrived at the main reception hall. Du Ke entered the huge hall, casually found a chair in a corner and sat down, quietly watching the laughter and chatter of the crowd. Amidst the bright lights and intoxicating extravagance, he felt somewhat intoxicated even without drinking any wine. He had grown up in a noble family since childhood and was not someone who had never seen the world, but after the age of ten, he had been a recluse, studying books and studying by lamplight. How could he have seen such a magnificent scene? Carriages flowing like water and horses like dragons, this was what a grand banquet of a noble family was like, Du Ke thought, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Suddenly, a deep, resonant male voice rang out: "Tonight, the Wei family is hosting a grand banquet. Everyone, please enjoy yourselves and don't be shy. Alright, Wei Fu, serve the dishes!"

"Yes, sir." The speaker was the head steward of the Wei household, whom Du Ke had just met.

One after another, the colorful and fragrant dishes were brought to the table by the maids. Du Ke couldn't help but feel a surge of appetite, but out of politeness, he hesitated to pick up his chopsticks. Looking around, Du Ke saw everyone chatting idly, and suddenly felt completely out of place. A wave of self-pity, loneliness, and desolation washed over him, making him almost seem lost in thought. True loneliness isn't about wandering aimlessly in a vast desert, but about walking in the shadows at a lavish banquet. Only now did Du Ke understand the true meaning of this phrase. This suffocating oppression surged over him like a tidal wave, leaving Du Ke feeling utterly lost.

After the meal was finished, the banquet table was laden with a dazzling array of dishes, including delicacies from land and sea. However, since a strange sense of desolation had crept in, Du Ke's previously great appetite had vanished without a trace. Looking at the plates of exquisite dishes that had cost so much effort and money, he felt nothing more than the leftovers of an ordinary family. Lost in thought, he looked up and saw two middle-aged scholars dressed as intellectuals sitting at the head of the table. He remembered that one of them must be Wei Ming, the current head of the Wei family, but he hadn't heard his sister-in-law mention the other before they arrived. Although Du Ke was curious, he had no intention of asking anyone, lest some unscrupulous person make a fuss about it, which would be a loss.

Bored, Du Ke picked up the wine cup in front of him and poured himself a drink. The wine was refreshingly pure and mellow, leaving a lingering fragrance on the palate. Du Ke couldn't help but exclaim, "Good wine! Three large cups are enough!" Before he finished speaking, he vaguely heard someone say, "I never imagined that Young Master Du, who has lived in the serene Buddhist monastery for so long, would be so knowledgeable in this art. I truly regret not meeting you sooner! Come, bottoms up!" Du Ke downed the wine without hesitation, tilting his head back and drinking heartily without saying a word.

"Brother, you have a good capacity for alcohol and a good temperament. You really can't judge a book by its cover. You're quite different from those pampered young masters from wealthy families," the other person said, wiping his mouth as he finished his own wine.

"I've heard that the Lu family of Fanyang has been a family of Confucian scholars for generations, with countless members rising to high positions like generals and ministers. For a thousand years, they've held the highest ranks of officialdom, a testament to their profound cultural heritage. Yet, even they produced a rough, uncouth man like you, a drunkard. The world is full of wonders. I'm not a Buddhist disciple bound by strict rules; you should understand, brother, there's no need for such surprise." Du Ke spoke slowly, his breath reeking of alcohol.

"Haha, indeed, indeed! We are both heretics, as the saying goes, 'A thousand cups are too few when drinking with a bosom friend.' Today, I, Lu, will certainly drink with you until we're both drunk. Come on, bottoms up!" The young man, caught up in the moment, raised his cup and downed another.

"What's the point of wine without poetry? Li Bai wrote a thousand poems after a jug of wine. Though we are not as talented as the immortal, we should emulate the ancients, singing and drinking." Du Ke finished, already quite drunk.

“Brother, your idea resonates with me. Come, let me go first,” he said, and began to sing, drawing countless eyes from the surrounding area. Du Ke was already in a daze, only vaguely hearing him sing in a very magnetic voice: "Wandering in Jiangnan, a heartbroken woman, her waist broken, light as a feather in my hand. Ten years of Yangzhou dream, only to gain a reputation for heartless dalliance."

Du Ke found it wonderful and clapped his hands, praising, "Good poem, good poem, I'll sing too." Before he finished speaking, the song began, and he heard him sing in a different, powerful voice: "By day I climb the mountain to watch the beacon fires, at dusk I water my horse by the Jiao River. The traveler's bugle sounds in the dark wind and sand, the princess's pipa plays a mournful tune." The song had just begun when the other person continued: "Camping for ten thousand miles without city walls, rain and snow fall incessantly on the vast desert. Wild geese cry mournfully every night, barbarian children shed tears in pairs. I hear that Yumen Pass is still blocked, I should risk my life to chase after the light chariots..." Du Ke's heart was filled with fervor, and he loudly praised, then solemnly recited: "Year after year, the bones of warriors are buried in the wilderness, only to see grapes enter the Han court." His tone was powerful and expansive, even more so than before.

The two sang and drank, enjoying themselves immensely, when suddenly someone nearby shouted, "How could such a delightful occasion be complete without a rustic drunkard like myself? Come, come, brother, listen to this wonderful verse!" Du Ke listened carefully and looked over. It was another handsome young man in brocade robes, but now his face was flushed and he reeked of alcohol; where was his usual elegant demeanor? He sang in a loud voice: "Young men of the Five Tombs, east of the Golden Market, riding silver-saddled white horses through the spring breeze. Where do they wander after treading on fallen flowers? Laughing, they enter the tavern of the Hu women." The crowd recognized it as Li Bai's "A Young Man's Journey," which, in this context, was even more fitting than the previous two verses.

"What a wonderful line, 'Where do they wander after treading on fallen flowers? Laughing, they enter the tavern of the Hu women!' Sixth Brother, a brilliant line, a brilliant line indeed!" The young man who had spoken earlier finished speaking and laughed heartily.

“Li Bai is the king of wine and the immortal of poetry. His poems are most suitable for adding to the merriment. It’s just a pity that Li Bai ‘raises his cup to invite the bright moon, and with his shadow, we become three.’ Now, the three of us drinking together should be even more joyful than Li Bai.” The speaker was the young man who recited “A Young Man’s Journey,” his tone full of joy, as if he regretted not having met Du Ke sooner.

"The autumn waters of South Lake are serene and smokeless at night; one could easily ride the current straight to heaven. Let us borrow the moonlight from Dongting Lake and buy wine by the white clouds. The wine we drink tonight is my father's special brew, 'Smokeless Night.' The three gentlemen are in high spirits; I am quite envious and would like to join in." This time, however, it was a woman's voice. The three drunken men were surprised and looked up. They saw two beautiful figures approaching gracefully. The one on the left, who had just spoken, was a bright young woman in a black dress, holding a wine pot in her left hand, while her right arm was linked with that of a dignified young woman in a red lady's dress. The two looked alike and were clearly sisters, both possessing unparalleled beauty. The three men were mesmerized, as if they had seen all the beauty in the world, and were instantly captivated.

In a moment, a delicate fragrance wafted towards them. The young master surnamed Lu was the first to recover, saying sullenly, "Cousin, cousin, our house is full of distinguished guests today. Why would we have time to deal with these drunkards?"

"You'd be better off drinking yourself to death, living a life of debauchery all day long. Who cares about you? The other two are honored guests. How could our Wei family neglect them?" The slightly older young woman on the right said with a hint of anger, but her face was still beaming. A fragrant breeze wafted over, refreshing and delightful.

"Yes, Cousin Lu, it's been three years since we last met. What happened to you?" The girl who had previously misunderstood Du Ke echoed her sister, her tone revealing a hint of disappointment.

The man surnamed Lu in white tilted his head back and downed another cup of wine, grinning as he said, "Cousin, you are mistaken. I, Lu Yun, have always been like this. I am but a humble countryman, a mere peddler, nothing to boast about."

Du Ke, seemingly unconcerned, poured himself another drink, quietly listening to their conversation. Unconsciously, he tapped his feet to the rhythm, reciting another poem: "Fine wine from Xinfeng costs ten thousand coins a cup, how many years have the chivalrous men of Xianyang roamed? Meeting with high spirits, we drink for you, our horses tethered by the willows of the high tower." His voice wasn't loud, but the rhythm was melodious and rhythmic, quite musical. The crowd, moved by his voice, applauded and praised him.

The young man in brocade robes, known as the sixth son, was also intrigued. He recited a poem of a different style, his melody becoming low and mournful. He sang: "Last year on this day, in this very doorway, her face and the peach blossoms reflected each other's redness. But where has that face gone? The peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze." Everyone listened carefully and recognized it as "Written at the South Village of the Capital" by Cui Hu, the young master of the Cui family of Qinghe. Thinking of the story in the poem, they were truly saddened and sighed.

"Hey, sixth son, don't sing the fifth son's poem. It's a good thing he's not here, or he would have gotten drunk again." Du Ke was alarmed. It turned out that these two were not only old acquaintances, but also sworn brothers with the great talent Cui Hu, the author of this poem. He couldn't help but be very curious.

"Hmph! Zheng Huang, do you think you're the only one who understands poetry? Don't try to show off to me. This young lady can do it too." Before the words were finished, the girl in black robes put down her wine pot, raised her slender hand, and gracefully sang: "Jiangnan is beautiful, its scenery is familiar from long ago. The river flowers at sunrise are redder than fire, the river water in spring is greener than blue. How can I not remember Jiangnan?" Her tone was not high, just a soft murmur, yet it was like the first song of a nightingale, melodious and clear, with a lingering sound.

At this moment, Du Ke, who had been drowsy, suddenly sobered up and blurted out, "Above is heaven, below are Suzhou and Hangzhou; Bai Letian was right." Everyone looked at him strangely, only to hear the young man in brocade robes, Zheng Xing, ask with delight, "Brother Du, do you know Bai Letian?" Du Ke remained calm and replied naturally, "He was a close friend of my late master. I once accompanied my master to Bai Garden, which he built in Xiangshan, Luoyang, and had the honor of meeting this world-renowned poet."

"I haven't met Letian, but I have met Yuan Zhen. Although he is over forty, he is still as charming as ever!" It was the young man in white surnamed Lu who spoke, his attention now also drawn to this scene.

"Hmph! Just a philandering playboy seeking fame and fortune, not worth mentioning," the girl in black robes said indignantly, her tone revealing strong sarcasm and disdain.

“Little sister, don’t talk nonsense! Uncle Yuan is a literary giant of our time. How could he be a fame-seeker? His grief and longing for you are purely from the heart. How could such sincere and heartfelt poems be written by a fame-seeker?” the young woman in red said sternly.

“Hmph! The Northern Wei Dynasty has been gone for nearly three hundred years. Does he still think he’s the emperor? He falls in love with every woman he sees. He’s a womanizer.” As she spoke, the girl in black looked around and said indignantly, “Men are all the same. They only care about the new love and ignore the old.” Everyone around was embarrassed by her words and no one dared to refute her. Her older sister, who knew her usually fearless nature, could only shake her head helplessly.

"Having seen the vast ocean, other waters seem insignificant; having beheld the clouds of Wushan, other clouds are not worth seeing. I idly stroll through the flowerbeds, too weary to look back; half for my spiritual cultivation, half for you." The poem was recited by Zheng Xing, his tone filled with deep emotion, a lament, a yearning, a sorrow that would break the heart of any listener.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" The girl in black robes laughed loudly three times, without restraint, and declared, "What shameless hypocrite! Before my aunt's body is even cold, he's already remarrying while still in mourning, and writing these nauseatingly hypocritical poems! If my aunt knew this from beyond the grave, I wonder what she would think." Before she finished speaking, tears welled in her eyes.

Everyone was stunned. The atmosphere suddenly became heavy; though it was early winter, it felt as cold as the dead of winter. For a long time, Du Ke and the other two simply continued drinking, no longer reciting their poems.

"Xiao Xin, stop your nonsense. Today is a joyous occasion, and I don't want to say much. Go back to your room and reflect on your actions." Du Ke looked up and followed the voice, only to see a middle-aged man in a purple robe push open the door and enter, his tone carrying an irresistible authority.

"Hmph!" The girl in the black robe retorted angrily and ran out like a whirlwind. Du Ke noticed Zheng Xing staring blankly at the fleeting black figure, his expression extremely complicated.

"My dear friends, I was just tied up with official business and have had to apologize for keeping you company." The middle-aged man in the purple robe said loudly, and then bowed deeply.

"Lord Wei, you are too kind. Lord Wei has devoted himself to the people and the world, so why should you take such a small matter to heart?" A middle-aged man of similar age stroked his white beard. Only then did Du Ke realize that the man in the purple robe was the true host of tonight's banquet, the current patriarch of the Wei family of Jingzhao, and the current prime minister, Wei Guanzhi.

"Everyone, please continue. Don't let my pampered daughter spoil the atmosphere," Wei Guanzhi said in a friendly voice. The banquet was filled with clinking glasses and a drunken revelry. Du Ke drank more and more, gradually forgetting where he was.

In a daze, the moon was high in the sky, and Du Ke vaguely heard someone call, "Young Master, let's go back to the manor!" Then he knew nothing more.

Chapter 4: Just Like the First Meeting

The next day, Du Ke woke up from his dream. Opening his eyes, he saw the familiar furnishings in the room and felt a great sense of relief, knowing he was back home. A ray of sunlight shone into the room through the thin Xuan paper on the lattice door, almost blinding Du Ke's sleepy eyes. Du Ke forced his aching body out of bed, walked to the door, and opened it. Warm winter sunlight streamed into the room, bathing Du Ke in its glow.

Du Ke stretched comfortably at the doorway, inhaling a delicate fragrance that ignited his curiosity. Following the scent, he went outside, only to find his steps faltering as if he'd bumped into something and fallen to the ground.

"Ah! I'm sorry, young master, I'm so sorry, this servant was rude." A pair of slender, jade-like hands appeared before him. Du Ke looked up and saw a rosy, oval face, delicate willow-leaf eyebrows framed by slightly flustered pupils, a high, upturned nose, and cherry-like lips—truly a beautiful and refined young woman. As Du Ke feasted his eyes, his eager gaze drifted to the girl's budding figure. Because of her bowed posture, a glimpse of pink undergarments was visible from her long neck downwards. Du Ke's gaze paused briefly before continuing downwards. A slender waist, slightly rounded hips, and most striking of all, a pair of long, delicate jade-like feet. Du Ke had never experienced anything so sensual. Seeing it so clearly, he was overcome with passion and reached out to tightly grasp the smooth, fragrant hand before him. As if possessed, he pulled it close and gently kissed it, feeling its delicate smoothness and intoxicating fragrance.

"Ah," Huan'er let out a soft moan, as if bitten by an insect, quickly withdrawing her hand. Half-drunk and half-awake, Du Ke heard this delicate cry, and his already slightly upright body involuntarily slumped down again.

"Young Master, be careful!" Huan'er saw him fall again and subconsciously reached out to pull him up, but a girl with no strength could not support a tall, slender young man. Without a doubt, they both fell to the ground. "Ah!" Huan'er had never seen anything like this before. Her slender, graceful figure was now in Du Ke's arms, her beautiful eyes wide open, staring at the handsome face so close to her, her breath almost audible. For a moment, she forgot where she was. Du Ke held the soft, fragrant body in his arms, the familiar scent wafting through the air, a feeling that transcended heaven and earth.

The two lay there, gazing at each other, lost in a daze, both wishing time would stand still, that spring, summer, autumn, and winter would never change. Du Ke was the first to come to his senses, suddenly realizing he was holding a beautiful young woman in his arms. Naturally, he tightened his grip, pulling her slender waist closer to him, their bodies pressed even closer. Her bright red lips were almost touching; a slight tilt of his head was all it took to kiss them. Fortunately, it was broad daylight, and Du Ke suppressed his lustful thoughts, gently whispering in the girl's snow-white ear, "Good sister, what's your name? Why didn't I see you before? Hmm, what kind of powder are you wearing? It smells so good."

Hearing such seductive words, Huan'er was momentarily captivated, unsure how to answer him. Seeing the beautiful woman's shy and timid demeanor, Du Ke seemed unable to resist any longer. He leaped off the ground, scooped her up in his arms, and carried her into the house, closing the door behind him. He gently placed her on the bed, his eyes fixed on her beautiful face so close to his. Gradually, his rapid heartbeat slowed, and the lust in his eyes vanished, replaced by clarity. Du Ke knew that the supreme Buddhist mantra, the "Ice Heart Mantra," was at work. His nightly meditation had not been in vain; he hadn't done anything shameful or disgraceful. Thinking of this, Du Ke felt a wave of fear. If his sister-in-law found out, he didn't know how he would atone for his sins.

Time passed slowly, and the girl on the bed gradually recovered from her unprecedented shock. Seeing Du Ke staring blankly at her as he approached, and recalling the previous intimate scene, even her neck flushed red. She lowered her head shyly and asked, "Young Master, what's wrong?" Hearing the soft, melodious voice of a nightingale, Du Ke snapped out of his daze, his handsome face turning crimson. He turned around and said, "Nothing, get up, go about your business!"

A barely audible reply came from behind him, and a fragrant breeze wafted into his nostrils, refreshing his mind and spirit. Du Ke couldn't help but take a deep breath, watching the girl's departing figure, and slowly said, "What's your name? When did you come to the Du residence? I've never seen you before."

“My name is Huan’er. I was originally the young master’s personal maid. The young mistress went to Luoyang early this morning to buy goods and will be back in half a month. Before she left, she specifically asked me to come and tell you, young master. I will be in charge of taking care of your daily needs for the next two months.” Huan’er turned her head and answered, still keeping her face down and not daring to look at him.

“Oh, I see. Please thank my sister-in-law for her kindness. By the way, what were you doing here just now?” Du Ke had returned to normal and said calmly.

“I came to wake you up, young master, but who knew…” At this point, Huan’er looked up at Du Ke, her face showing a hint of anger.

Du Ke knew he was in the wrong and hurriedly apologized, “I was still hungover last night and my mind was foggy. Please don’t take offense, young lady. Besides, it’s so early in the morning…” At this point, Du Ke also stopped, looking at her beautiful face without any attempt to hide his gaze.

Huan'er, puzzled, asked, "Besides what?"

"Besides, you're so beautiful, this is just a normal reaction," Du Ke said matter-of-factly.

Hearing this, Huan'er glared at him fiercely and said angrily, "If you ever use those words to belittle me again, I'll go tell the young mistress. Although I'm just a lowly servant, I'm still a young lady of marriageable age."

Du Ke suddenly realized that this maid was different from the others he'd met before; she possessed an air of "untainted by mud, pure and unpretentious." His eyes flickered with admiration, but his face reverted to its previous flippant manner, and he said in a nonchalant tone, "Good Huan'er, there's plenty of time in the future. What if you fall in love with me?"

Hearing this, Huan'er felt a surge of anger, thinking: "Miss said he was different from other philandering playboys, but lately he seems to be just like them! Humph!" Thinking this, she no longer wanted to argue with Du Ke and turned to leave.

Seeing the beauty turn away angrily, Du Ke's innate love of beauty resurfaced. He quickly reached out and grabbed her familiar slender hand, pulling the sulking beauty into his arms again. He whispered gently in her ear, "Good Huan'er, don't be angry. I was just joking with you." His pleasant

masculine scent filled the air. Huan'er tried to push him away, but found she had no strength at all. She inwardly cursed herself for being weak, and said fiercely, "If you don't let go, I'll scream!" Her voice wasn't loud, though, for fear of attracting attention. If someone saw them, she would be in deep trouble.

Du Ke knew she wouldn't dare raise her voice, so he held her even tighter, his words becoming increasingly presumptuous as he spoke to this proud and arrogant girl. Gradually, Huan'er found herself enjoying the feeling of their tight embrace. Her ears turned bright red with embarrassment, and her body grew weaker, as if she wanted to press herself against the man in her arms. She stopped cursing him as before, and unconsciously closed her eyes, savoring this unprecedented warmth. Seemingly noticing the significant change in the woman in his arms, Du Ke wore a smug, triumphant expression. He opened his mouth and took her small, red earlobe into his mouth, gently sucking on it.

Earlobes are a particularly sensitive spot for young girls. Caught off guard by this sudden attack, Huan'er immediately let down her guard, tightly embracing the man she had fallen deeply in love with. She breathed softly in his ear, her breath sweet as orchids, and whispered, "Young Master, I know I was wrong, please forgive me."

Seeing the beauty begin to beg for mercy, Du Ke, satisfied, released his earlobe, which he had sucked until it felt like it was on fire. He gently breathed into her ear and slowly said, "Good Huan'er, let me kiss you, and I'll let you go." After a long while, a barely audible voice said, "Didn't you already kiss me, Young Master?" Du Ke tightly embraced the girl's somewhat slender shoulders, gently pulled her away, and looked at her flushed cheeks with a wicked smile, almost unable to resist leaning in for a kiss.

Huan'er seemed unable to bear his naked gaze and timidly lowered her head. Du Ke said, "Good Huan'er, you can keep your first kiss for now. I'll come back for it anytime. If I didn't have some secret Buddhist internal energy cultivation, I would have already taken you right here and now, you little vixen." With that, he released her.

Suddenly having her wish fulfilled, Huan'er felt a pang of reluctance. She glanced wistfully at the lecherous man before her, then quickly ran away.

Watching her receding figure, a thoughtful smile appeared on Du Ke's face, his eyes filled with tender love. After standing at the door for a moment, Du Ke turned and went into the room, thinking of the previous enchanting scene, and couldn't help but chuckle softly again.

Since returning from the Buddhist temple, this was the first time in his life he had had such intimate contact with a girl. From initial awkwardness to later familiarity, in retrospect, he realized that such actions were primarily driven by physical instinct. Because of the constraints of morality and reason, one often couldn't cross that final line. Du Ke, after all, was born into a noble family; even if they were mutually attracted, they could only express their feelings within the bounds of propriety—this was the truest form of respect for each other. In fact, since the Tang Dynasty, social customs had become much more open. If it were according to the strict etiquette of the Han Dynasty, women would not have been allowed to show their faces in public at all, confined to their boudoirs. Where would they have had the opportunity to come out and see Qiu Yu?

Du Ke was lost in thought for a long time when Steward Wu came to call him; it was lunchtime. Du Ke followed behind Steward Wu, wondering why that girl hadn't come. Wasn't she in charge of his meals and daily life? Or was she afraid of him? Thinking about this, Du Ke suddenly realized he had gone too far and couldn't help but feel some regret. He would apologize to her another time. A real man should be able to bend and stretch; bullying a weak woman who couldn't even kill a chicken was truly against the conduct of a man. 04-26
Chapter 5 Intimate Contact

While Du Ke was lost in thought in his room, Huan'er had already secretly cried once in her own room. Her face, streaked with tears, was pitiful, as if she wanted to vent all her grievances. Huan'er cried very sadly, but her voice was very low, as if she was afraid of being seen and questioned. Such things were difficult to talk about, and as a young master, he was even more anxious and had nowhere to vent his grievances. After crying bitterly, Huan'er angrily cursed, "You damned Du Ke, you pervert! You dared to take liberties with me on our first meeting, and..." When she got to the part about shame, her cheeks turned red, and her eyes were dazed and lifeless. She reached up and touched her burning hot earlobe, recalling the wonderful feeling of him gently sucking on it just now. She was

momentarily lost in thought, truly savoring the memory. "Ah!" As Huan'er sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought, she suddenly felt a slight coolness in her private area. Thinking of the unspeakable, taboo things involved, her heart pounded faster and faster, as if it would leap out of her chest. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and slowly exhaled, her mind gradually calming down. Huan'er went to the door, opened it, peeked out, and finding no one nearby, quickly closed the door and even shut the windows tightly, like a thief.

In the young girl's boudoir, the fragrant hibiscus-scented bed curtains were slightly drawn. Huan'er, her face flushed with embarrassment, removed her outer garments and slipped into the covers. One slender, snow-white hand shyly tugged at the edge of the blanket, while the other reached under the covers. She slightly raised her plump, shapely buttocks, pulled down her white cotton trousers, and looked up. Her long, shapely legs were tightly closed; perhaps because they were so white and delicate, faint blue veins could be seen. As if making a difficult decision, she slowly reached out and gently touched the white gauze undergarment between her legs. Her body trembled violently, and she quickly raised her hand, pressing down the slightly lifted brocade blanket. She cupped her burning cheeks in her hands, her eyes staring blankly at the pink brocade blanket, lost in thought.

Just as Huan'er was half-reclined on the couch, her thoughts a jumbled mess, the sun had gradually risen to its zenith, and before she knew it, it was a quarter past noon. Suddenly, someone called from outside, "Huan'er, Huan'er, come out for lunch!" Huan'er was jolted awake by the voice, hurriedly straightened her loose clothes, gave herself a good wash, and left the room. She followed her friend, completely disoriented, to the room next to the kitchen, where the servants ate.

Today, the Marquis's residence served an extra meal, and everyone else ate with relish. Only Huan'er stared blankly at the jade crabapple tree in the distant courtyard, mechanically shoveling rice into her mouth without touching any of the vegetables. Following her gaze, the others saw only withered branches and fallen leaves on the crabapple tree. Not knowing why, and seeing her displeasure, they quickly dispersed in twos and threes, kindly leaving her some quiet space alone.

Soon, the large room was empty except for Huan'er, who remained oblivious, still gazing intently at the distant crabapple tree. Suddenly, she snapped out of her reverie, finding her view blocked by a familiar figure. A voice, etched with a deep-seated hatred, whispered in her ear, "Why are you all alone here? Where is everyone else? You haven't even touched the food; it's getting cold."

"Mind your own business," Huan'er retorted sharply, her expression a mixture of anger and resentment, yet undeniably beautiful.

“A girl should be gentler, don’t get so angry, it’s bad for your health, it makes you age faster. I’m just concerned about you, don’t get so agitated.” The person spoke slowly, and while she wasn’t paying attention, quietly walked behind Huan’er.

“Hmph! I’m not eating anymore.” Huan’er put down her chopsticks, stood up and walked away, when suddenly a strong arm had already wrapped around her slender waist, and she fell into a familiar embrace.

“Ah! You scoundrel, let me go!” Huan’er was so shocked that she forgot to lower her voice. Fortunately, no one was around, otherwise things would have been serious.

“Be gentle, don’t attract attention, that would be troublesome,” Du Ke whispered gently in the beauty’s ear, “I came here specifically to apologize to you, but you ran away as if you saw an enemy. How are we supposed to get along for the next two months?”

“Hmph! You scoundrel, let me go first. As for whether I will forgive you, it depends on your future behavior.” The beauty was still angry and struggled in Du Ke’s arms.

"Fine, I can let you go, but you have to be gentle with me from now on. Don't start arguing and frowning every time we meet." Despite saying this, Du Ke didn't budge, instead pulling the beauty in his arms even tighter.

"Okay, I promise you, as long as you behave properly when we meet, I'll treat you peacefully. Can I let go now?" Faced with this rogue, the beauty had no choice but to compromise.

"Do you really hate me that much?" Du Ke released the girl, saying with a half-smile.

"Nonsense, seeing you ruins my mood." The girl said decisively.

"Sigh, I thought it would be 'a beautiful lady, a gentleman's desire,' but fate is fickle, things never go as planned." Du Ke shook his head and sighed, a puzzle in his heart. He was a strict and proper gentleman, having practiced Buddhism under a high-ranking monk for nearly ten years, so how did he turn into a glib-tongued and frivolous rogue the moment he saw this girl? Confused, he silently recited the "Ice Heart Mantra" several times, banishing all the impolite and frivolous thoughts from his mind.

Huan'er, unaware of his complex emotional shift, was angered by his flippant tone, glared at him fiercely, and turned to leave. Du Ke watched the departing figure, his eyes filled with complex emotions, his heart brimming with doubt, yet he didn't know where to begin to find solace.

Time flew by, and evening arrived in the blink of an eye. Du Ke had spent the afternoon reading, still unable to find the reason for his strange words and actions that morning. He looked up, his neck aching, and put down his book, preparing to wash up and rest. Suddenly, he heard a knock at the door and got up to open it. Even before he reached the door, a subtle fragrance wafted towards him, stirring up a thousand complex emotions within Du Ke.

With a soft "squeak," the door opened, revealing a familiar, beautiful young woman holding a basin of warm water, presumably to wash Du Ke's face. The two continued their normal master-servant interaction without incident until Du Ke finished washing up and Huan'er turned to leave. Du Ke said calmly, "Huan'er, wait a moment. It's still early. Sit down and chat with me for a while." Before he finished speaking, the young woman politely declined, saying, "It's not comfortable for a lone man and woman to be alone in a room. If you have something important to say, please just tell me." Hearing her aloof tone, Du Ke felt a chill in his heart and leisurely voiced the question that had been bothering him all afternoon.

Huan'er listened quietly, neither interrupting nor turning around, her reaction quite normal. Only after Du Ke finished his rambling did she turn around and slowly say, "I'm sorry, it seems I misunderstood you. Young Master is upright and honest, telling you everything openly; he is a true gentleman. Huan'er is just an ordinary servant, unaware of any profound principles, so I don't know why Young Master acted this way. It's truly difficult for Young Master to restrain his restlessness in the future; I am extremely grateful." Her words were neither humble nor arrogant, but rather generous and appropriate, which further increased Du Ke's admiration. Just

as Huan'er turned to leave the room again, a strong gust of wind blew in, making a mess of the entire room. The two were startled and scrambled to their feet. Because the oil lamp had been extinguished, the room was pitch black, and tonight, being a moonless, overcast night, it was impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face. After finally closing the door, the howling wind outside filled the air. Huan'er, being just an ordinary girl, was terrified, her body trembling. Sensing her fear, Du Ke said gently, "Huan'er, don't be afraid, it's alright. It's just ordinary air convection. It's just that this gust has been building up for who knows how long, and we don't know when it will end." As he spoke, Du Ke stretched out his hands, groping aimlessly in the dark, cramped space. Finally, his efforts paid off, and he soon grasped her cold, slender hand. Feeling the familiar warmth between her fingers, the terrified girl clutched it tightly as if it were a lifeline. The two stood facing each other in the darkness, their hands clasped tightly. The howling wind outside was like a lonely soul, unleashing its pent-up resentment after suffering injustice for centuries.

Like a man and woman lost in the chaos of war, a natural attraction arose between them. Facing the relentless raging wind, Du Ke finally made a crucial decision. With a forceful pull, he drew the girl, desperate for warmth, into his arms. The girl, her heart fluttering, felt as if she were in the sweetest dream of a young girl in love. She was gently embraced by the dashing man in white, surrounded by his captivating masculine scent. Lost in her infatuation, she forgot their previous conflict and instinctively sought the only tangible warmth in this turbulent world, returning the embrace without hesitation. Their embrace was

deep and passionate, but the situation was vastly different. The girl's reaction was unexpectedly strong. In the darkness, amidst the howling wind, the rapid heartbeats and panting of the young man and woman could be faintly heard. Time seemed to stand still, leaving only the withered crabapple tree in the courtyard struggling to survive in the howling wind.

Gradually, the wind subsided, but the young couple intimately entwined inside remained oblivious, like long-lost lovers finally reunited after countless hardships, wanting to release all the endless longing they had endured day and night. Youth, though impetuous, is precious; worldly conventions crumbled at this moment, as thin as damp paper, easily torn.

After a long while, the girl, her eyes tightly closed, let out a soft "ooh," coming back to her senses. Thinking of their passionate embrace, she couldn't help but feel shy, but thankfully, the darkness concealed her flushed and burning face. Noticing the change in the beauty in his arms, Du Ke also came to his senses, slowly releasing the girl's slender waist, exhaling a deep breath, gradually calming his burning emotions.

"The wind has stopped, let me take you back to your room!" Du Ke said tenderly.

"Mm!" The girl unexpectedly didn't object, but also showed no intention of leaving. Du Ke was greatly surprised, suppressing his curiosity, and waited quietly. In a daze, he heard the distinctive "rustling" sound of clothes rubbing against each other as someone gently undressed; in the small, dark, and silent space, it was exceptionally clear. Du Ke trembled, softly reciting the "Ice Heart Mantra" to banish the burning, lustful thoughts in his heart. Suddenly, a faint, greenish light appeared in the inky black night sky.

Chapter 6 Imperial Nobleman

Du Ke looked up in confusion and saw a girl gently holding a glowing, unidentified object in her slender, delicate hands. In a moment, she presented it to him, saying softly, "This can provide light; take it and find an oil lamp!"

Du Ke took it, his hand trembling slightly. It was a crescent-shaped piece of jade, still warm from the girl's body, crystal clear, clearly the finest Lantian jade. With the help of the glowing jade, Du Ke found an oil lamp in a secluded corner of the room. The

previously dark room was suddenly brightly lit, the gentle light now seeming slightly glaring. Du Ke held the jade up to the lamp for a closer look, and was astonished to find that the small jade pendant was covered with naturally formed dragon patterns, lifelike. Du Ke held the pendant up to his eyes, the light shining through, revealing faint streaks of bright red blood within the translucent jade. Seeing this, Du Ke suddenly understood and couldn't help but exclaim, "This is the dragon-patterned blood jade belonging to Princess Xiling, the principal wife of the ancient Yellow Emperor! It's a symbol of her status as empress!" He then turned to the girl before him, looking bewildered, as if he couldn't understand her.

Huan'er had been quietly observing his every move, but she hadn't expected him to recognize this supreme artifact lost for a thousand years. She was also greatly surprised to hear the words "Dragon Pattern Blood Jade" uttered by him. The two faced each other silently, outwardly calm, but inwardly their hearts were churning with turmoil.

After a long while, Du Ke finally spoke, "Your surname is Gongsun, isn't it?" Huan'er nodded subconsciously, then heard him say, "This 'Huan'er' isn't your real name, is it?"

Seeing that she could no longer conceal the truth, the girl's bright eyes inexplicably darkened, and she gracefully bowed, saying, "This humble woman is Gongsun Ruyan. Young Master Du, it's a pleasure to meet you." Unconsciously, her tone had changed, no longer the delicate softness of a frail girl, but carrying an innate air of majesty and nobility.

Du Ke seemed to have already anticipated the answer; his expression remained unchanged. He knelt on one knee, performing a standard courtly salute, and respectfully said, "Du Ke, the current successor of the Jingzhao Du family, greets the young master." After speaking, he respectfully presented the Dragon Pattern Blood Jade.

The young girl took the Dragon Pattern Blood Jade and said softly, "Young Master Du, please excuse the formalities! I didn't expect you already knew my identity, alas!" A soft sigh sent a chill down Du Ke's spine.

Du Ke replied unhurriedly, "Grandpa already knew, didn't he? My sister-in-law knows too, doesn't she? She's the current successor of the Wen family of Taiyuan; there's no reason she wouldn't know."

"Yes, my identity is top secret and must not be revealed. On the surface, I remain your maid." The young girl said solemnly.

"This isn't quite right. How can I face the ancestors of the Du family after my death?" Du Ke frowned, his face filled with helplessness and distress.

"This is an order; do you dare disobey?" the young girl said authoritatively, waving the Dragon Pattern Blood Jade in her hand.

"Yes, Du Ke obeys." Du Ke said helplessly.

"How did you come to know the 'Dragon Pattern Blood Jade'? No more than ten people in the world have seen it." The young girl asked with a puzzled look.

“When I was practicing asceticism with my late master, he mentioned it to me. Although he was born into a Buddhist family, he was actually the uncle of the current head of the Chen family of Yingchuan,” Du Ke said calmly.

“Oh, I see. Well, it’s getting late, I need to rest.” The girl finished speaking, turned around, and left the room.

Du Ke watched the beautiful figure gradually disappear into the distance until it vanished from sight. He shook his head slightly, sighed with a bitter smile, and then turned off the light and went to sleep.

The next day, Du Ke got up early, had breakfast, and sat quietly at his desk, his mind filled with the unbelievable events of the previous day, his thoughts wandering. He never imagined that the girl from before was actually the most noble person in the Nine Provinces of China. The world is unpredictable, and fate always likes to play tricks on people. Such is the helplessness one can feel.

In the past, the Yellow Emperor rose up in rebellion amidst chaos, establishing his imperial dynasty through countless battles. The fierce battles for supremacy have long been lost to the annals of history, yet the authority of the Gongsun family, the lineage of the Yellow Emperor, has remained unchanged for two thousand years. The main lineage of the Xia, Shang, and Zhou dynasties was that of a collateral branch of the Gongsun family. The Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods plunged the land of China into nearly five hundred years of war. King Ying Zheng of Qin, acting in accordance with destiny, unified the six kingdoms, but he was ultimately a tyrannical ruler who burned books, buried scholars alive, and levied exorbitant taxes. The storm was brewing. Finally, in July of 209 BC, on a stormy night in Dazexiang, Qixian County, a poor peasant named Chen Sheng uttered the cry, "Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?" Like a bright shooting star piercing the silent, dark night, the call to overthrow the tyrannical Qin dynasty resounded throughout the Chinese continent. A single spark can start a prairie fire. Seven years later, Liu Bang, also of humble origins, held his coronation ceremony on the south bank of the Si River in Dingtao, Shandong, establishing the Han Dynasty.

Four hundred years later, in 220 AD, Emperor Wen of Wei, Cao Pi, deposed Emperor Xian of Han, the last emperor of the Han Dynasty, in Xuchang. Liu Bang's long-standing empire, built on countless battles, ultimately crumbled. For the next three hundred years, the country was divided among warlords, rife with chaos and frequent dynastic changes, until Emperor Wen of Sui officially issued an edict to attack Chen in 588 AD. In January of the following year, the Sui army crossed the Yangtze River, captured Jiankang (present-day Nanjing), the capital of Chen, and the Chen Dynasty fell, thus unifying the country. The Sui Dynasty was remarkably similar to the Qin Dynasty. Emperor Wen of Sui, Yang Jian, was a diligent and frugal ruler who avoided indulging in wine and women. However, his empire was tragically lost to the wrong person; his successor, Emperor Yang of Sui, Yang Guang, was dissolute, cruel, and tyrannical, even surpassing the tyrants Jie and Zhou in cruelty. How could such an emperor not perish?

The Li clan of Longxi rose up in the chaos of war, and Prince Qin, Li Shimin, conquered them, eventually establishing the Tang Dynasty. After the prosperous Kaiyuan era, the An Lushan Rebellion sixty years prior severely weakened the vast empire, leaving it in decline. The current Emperor Xianzong, diligent in governing and striving to restore central authority, is determined to suppress the regional warlords. Upon ascending the throne, he set the goal of "replicating the policies of the Zhenguan and Kaiyuan eras," determined to pacify the regional warlords and revitalize the nation. Since four years ago, the imperial court had successively pacified the military governors of Xichuan, Xia Sui, and Zhenhai, forcing Tian Hongzheng, the military governor of Weibo, to submit to the court. Wang Chengzong of Chengde Town was also forced to pay tribute and request the court to send officials, showing signs of a potential revival of the Tang Dynasty. Thinking of this, Du Ke suddenly realized that since returning from the Buddhist temple, he hadn't made any plans for his future, leaving him feeling lost.

Just as Du Ke was lost in thought in his room, a rapid knock on the door broke his deep contemplation. Annoyed, Du Ke opened the door and saw Steward Wu standing there, panting. Knowing it must be urgent, his irritation vanished.

"Grandpa Wu, what's the matter that's so urgent?" Du Ke asked.

"Huan'er left two letters and left." Steward Wu tremblingly handed over two letters.

"Oh, I see. I'll tell my sister-in-law when she returns." Du Ke had expected this and calmly accepted the letters. Seeing this, Steward Wu left reassured.

Du Ke casually placed the two letters on her desk, one addressed to Wen Hua and the other to herself. She could guess most of their contents, so she didn't open them to avoid adding to her sadness. Du Ke continued to sit at her desk, lost in thought, as if nothing had happened, until noon when she went to lunch with the others like a zombie.

While some were listless and dazed, others rode their horses wearily along the bluestone road of Chang'an's west gate. The clatter of hooves echoed past, highlighting their agile and heroic figures, exuding the spirit of female warriors.

In a silk shop in the southern part of Luoyang, a beautiful young woman sat casually by the window of the inner room, her chin resting on her hand as she watched the strangers walking by on the street. Her moon-white palace dress accentuated her perfect figure, and a delicately crafted golden sparrow hairpin adorned her high-bun hairstyle. She resembled a fairy from the Jade Pool who had accidentally fallen to earth. Her lightly made-up face was slightly upturned, her thoughtful gaze drifting towards the horizon, making her even more beautiful in the warm winter sunlight.

Suddenly, a bright young girl entered with a soft "whoosh." With bright eyes, white teeth, delicate eyebrows, and a refined nose, she was a charming and beautiful young woman.

"Ah!" The young woman cried out as she felt herself being hugged from behind. Turning around, she saw it was her mischievous younger sister and scolded her playfully, "You little brat, daring to scare your sister!"

The girl giggled, hugging her tighter, but said affectionately, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming, sister?"

"You know now, right? I'm only here for half a month, there's a ton of stuff waiting for me at home." Her eyes dimmed as she finished speaking, as if she'd thought of something unpleasant, but she remained leaning against the window, her gaze lingering on a solitary pine tree in the courtyard not far away. Rays of sunlight filtered through the pine, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

"Sister, I heard that Du family boy is back, right? Ten years have passed, I wonder if he's still handsome? I want to go see him sometime." The young woman nestled close to her sister, speaking languidly.

"How could I have such a lecherous sister? What a misfortune for our family," the woman in palace attire said with a sigh.

The young girl, completely unfazed, curled a wicked smile into her lips. She stretched out, brought her mouth close to her sister's delicate earlobe, blew a breath, and said with a laugh, "Sister, it's been half a year, and your figure has only gotten better with age. If I were a man, I'd be completely captivated by you." As she spoke, she reached out and reached for the young woman's pert breasts, gently stroking one of her full, firm hands.

Caught off guard, the young woman trembled violently, quickly pulling the mischievous hand away from her chest, spitting out, "You little brat, you dare touch your sister's flesh? You're getting bolder and bolder, all because Father spoils you!"

The young girl spun around, falling into her sister's arms, wrapping her arms around her long, beautiful neck, and said nonchalantly, "I'm just utilizing all the resources I can." She then let out a silvery laugh.

Seemingly helpless against her spoiled younger sister, the young woman shook her head resignedly and said, "You unruly girl, I really don't know if you'll change after you get married. Sigh! I heard that young man surnamed Lu comes from a scholarly family and is a well-behaved and respectable gentleman. He'll be bullied to death by you in the future."

Mentioning her fiancé, the young girl blushed slightly, but her lips curled up: "Hmph! I really don't know what's so good about him. How could Father have chosen him? He's a complete blockhead, just looking at him makes me angry."

Chapter 7 The Wen Family's Two Beauties

Hearing her sister's angry tone, the young woman suddenly burst into laughter. Seeing her usually dignified and graceful elder sister laughing so heartily, the young girl was quite puzzled and asked, "Sister, what are you laughing at? Did I say something wrong?"

The young woman's cheeks flushed red, making her even more beautiful. She slowly patted her chest to calm her excitement and said casually, "Actually, our whole family has been deceived by him. In Fanyang, Lu Yun is a dashing and carefree young master, not only exceptionally talented in literature but also witty and charming. He has a handsome face, a tall and slender figure, is well-versed in martial arts and music, truly a refined and elegant gentleman. For some reason, he was silent at Father's birthday banquet that day; something must have touched his heart."

The young girl was shocked and inexplicably delighted. Her face also flushed, but she still refused to admit defeat and said nonchalantly, "Hmph! According to you, sister, he must be a womanizing playboy who frequents brothels. Men are all the same."

"Haha," even the dignified young woman couldn't help but burst into laughter again, saying helplessly, "Sister, you've really wronged him! He's the future head of the Lu family, a family steeped in Confucian scholarship with the strictest family discipline. How could he be a lecher? Sister, you're overthinking it. The night before I came to Luoyang, I attended a banquet at the Wei family's house, and he was there too. He drank, sang, and recited poetry with great enthusiasm, even weeping without restraint—he was clearly a reincarnation of Li Bai. His rendition of 'Chang Xiang Si' was so poignant and captivating that it drew all the attention at the banquet. Sister, if you don't like him, so many noble ladies would be vying for him. I guarantee that every girl present that night was smitten with him."

Knowing that her sister was always proud and rarely praised anyone, the young woman's heart pounded, wishing she could go back to that night to witness his charm firsthand. As if struck by a blow, she suddenly fell silent.

The young woman in palace attire seemed to see through her thoughts, gently patting her back and comforting her, "It's alright, our Xiaoyi is so beautiful, he's the one who's lucky to be with her."

"I know you're comforting me, sister, but I won't give up," the girl said firmly, as if she had made a great decision.

"Yes. People in the Wen family are very strong, we won't give up easily," the young woman replied.

Seeing this, one knew that the young woman in palace attire was Wen Hua, the eldest daughter-in-law of the Du family, who had come to Luoyang to buy goods. The girl was naturally her younger sister, Wen Yi, a beauty no less stunning than her older sister. Due to her age, although she lacked the dignified charm of her sister, she possessed a youthful vigor, making her even more lively, bright, and charming.

The two sisters hadn't seen each other for half a year, and naturally had some intimate things to say. Moreover, Wen Hua's mother had passed away early, and her younger sister Wen Yi relied on her even more, far exceeding the usual sisterly affection. The two talked for a long time, discussing everyday matters and family matters. Suddenly, Wen Yi stood up, stretched her arms and legs, and said to Wen Hua with a grin, "Sister, what do you think of my clothes?"

Wen Hua looked her younger sister up and down, her eyes full of admiration, and smiled, saying, "Yes, our little Yi has really grown up. I'm so happy." Indeed, the young girl, now of marriageable age, exuded youthful energy. Her figure, beginning to take shape, was gradually maturing, and her bright eyes were full of innocence. Wen Hua's heart swelled with joy, and taking advantage of her sister's inattention, she reached out and lightly tapped the girl's plump and firm buttocks.

"Ouch!" True to their sisterly bond, Wen Yi, having been attacked in the same way, reacted exactly as her sister, jumping up instantly. The setting sun shone through the window, making her rosy cheeks appear even more delicate and beautiful, like a red rose in full bloom, nourished by a light morning rain, its bright red petals glistening with dewdrops, sparkling in the morning glow.

The two sisters huddled together, playing carefree as if they were children, as if they had returned to their innocent and pure days, their laughter ringing out like silver bells.

Before long, dusk had fallen. Wen Hua straightened her younger sister's disheveled clothes and said, "Alright, Xiao Yi, stop fooling around. It's getting late, and Father is waiting at home. We should go home."

"Okay, let's go," the girl replied gently and obediently.

In a large mansion east of Luoyang, servants were bustling about when suddenly a melodious female voice, like a nightingale's song, rang out: "Father, Sister's back!" Her voice was filled with boundless joy. Upon hearing this, Wen Guanlin, the Minister of Rites, who had been sitting with his eyes closed in the main hall, opened his eyes and hurried towards the gate. A familiar carriage was already waiting at the gate, and two bright and beautiful women stepped out, walking side by side towards the entrance.

"Father," Wen Hua's heartfelt cry of affection brought Wen Guanlin back to his daughter ten years ago, newly married. Back then, she had become a widow shortly after her marriage, her life suddenly bleak, and she was filled with despair. Looking at the bright-eyed woman now, Wen Guanlin felt a surge of pride. This strong daughter was his greatest pride. Her beautiful face, so similar to his deceased wife's, made him yearn for her, and tears welled up in his eyes. He wiped away his tears, murmuring, "It's good you're back, it's good you're back. Come in, dinner's almost ready." In a daze, he saw his deceased wife sitting at her dressing table, turning back to look at him with a smile. In truth, love hadn't ended because of death. He deeply felt the familiar and warm presence of his deceased wife in his two beautiful daughters, and he was overwhelmed with emotion.

The dinner was very pleasant, the father and his two daughters chatting casually, a touching scene filled with the joy of family life. "With daughters like these, what more could a husband ask for?" Wen Guanlin thought to himself. He remembered when his wife had just passed away, he wished he could join her, never wanting to be alone in this empty world, consumed by endless, heart-wrenching longing every night. "Having seen the vast ocean, other waters are nothing; having beheld the clouds of Wushan, other clouds are nothing," he had read in his youth, thinking it somewhat sentimental. Only after losing his wife in his prime did he understand the heart-wrenching pain and unfathomable helplessness in the poem. Once, seeing the innocent eyes of his daughters, his burning desire to die for her vanished instantly. Instead, every night he would gaze at his deceased wife's portrait, murmuring incessantly, recounting in detail the lives of his two daughters.

Now, looking at his two smiling, adorable children, Wen Guanlin understood how right his decision had been. They were the continuation of his deceased wife's life, the most precious treasure she left him. Whenever he quietly looked at them, he felt that his deceased wife had never gone far away, but was still close at hand.

As if understanding her loving father's thoughts, Wen Hua got up and personally brewed a cup of tea and served it to him, saying softly, "Father, it turns out that Lu Yun's visit to our house that time was just an act..." Wen Hua rambled on and told her father what she had said to her sister that afternoon, but found that her father only smiled slightly and was not surprised at all. Wen Yi, unable to contain herself any longer, pouted and whined at her father, "So Father already knew! You even kept it from your daughter!"

Wen Guanlin sipped his tea and murmured, "Once, under the guise of official business, Father stayed at the Lu family's residence in Fanyang for three days and carefully observed my nephew Lu. I know his character all too well. Otherwise, how could I have so easily entrusted Yi'er's life to you?"

"Father, you're so mean, teasing me again!" Wen Yi said coquettishly, shaking her father's hand.

"Haha, everyone says that Miss Wen is quick-tempered and hot-tempered, but now she can even be so charming. She's grown up so much!" Wen Hua was in a good mood and let loose, indulging in playful teasing.

"Hmph! Father, Sister is teasing me again, aren't you going to do anything about it? I won't stand for it!" Wen Yi's words seemed to carry a hint of resentment, but her tone was soft and languid, her demeanor and actions extremely alluring.

Seeing the two sisters so close, seemingly inseparable, Wen Guanlin felt comforted and said gently, "Alright! Yi'er, don't be so petty. Your sister only came home once in a while, why are you being so fussy?"

Seeing her father defending her sister, Wen Yi started to act coquettishly again. Wen Hua looked at her younger sister's charming demeanor and was delighted. She said happily, "Father, look how beautiful our Yi'er is! If that brat Lu Yun had seen her just now, he probably would have lost his soul."

Hearing this, Wen Yi blushed and ran over to touch Wen Hua's sensitive armpit, making Wen Hua giggle and beg for mercy. Watching the two sisters playfully wrestling and frolicking, Wen Guanlin seemed to see them as children again, silently thinking, "Qin'er, do you see? Our daughters have grown up. I finally have the face to see you after eighteen years; it's truly a long time." The two girls, laughing and joking, didn't notice their father's complex gaze, chasing and playing as if nothing was wrong, making a mess in the room, but the air was filled with the pleasant fragrance of the two sisters.

Before he knew it, the moon was high in the sky. Wen Guanlin yawned, his eyelids drooping. Looking at his still enthusiastic daughters, he realized he had truly aged, and said helplessly, "Hua'er, Yi'er, go back to your rooms and rest. Father should rest too; I have to go to court tomorrow. Envoys from Tibet and Nanzhao are coming soon, and Father is in charge of all the reception work. Official duties are very busy!"

Hearing their father's words, the two sisters, still sweating, said in unison, "Okay, goodnight, Father." After saying that, they each went back to their rooms. Watching his daughter's figure gradually disappear into the distance, Wen Guanlin's expression was complicated. He murmured to himself, "Qin'er, once Hua'er and Yi'er have found good partners, I will come to accompany you. These past eighteen years have been so tiring!"

Chapter

8: A Distinguished Guest Arrives

A week passed in a flash. Since Gongsun Ruyan left her letter, Du Ke had been doing nothing every day, living in a daze. Although it was winter, it was a sunny and beautiful day. Lying on his bed in the sunlight, enjoying the warm winter sun, Du Ke felt even more lazy and comfortable. He was too lazy to even move and was contentedly closing his eyes to rest.

Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice say, "Brother Du, your refined taste and tranquility are truly enviable. It's just that without fine wine, it lacks a bit of atmosphere!"

Du Ke lazily rose and looked up to see two familiar-looking young men approaching. They quickly reached him, and Du Ke bowed, saying, "Brother Lu, Brother Zheng, it's been several days! How have you been?" The other two returned the bow. The young man on the left, wearing a moon-white robe, said, "My name is Lu Yun, from Fanyang. I just turned twenty this year. I met Brother Du at the banquet that night and we hit it off immediately, but I got completely drunk and didn't have a chance to introduce myself. My apologies." Before he finished speaking, the young man on the right, wearing a lake-blue robe, said, "My name is Zheng Huang, from Xingyang. I'm the same age as Brother Lu, only a few months younger." His tone was somewhat aggrieved, while Lu Yun looked smug. Seeing

their earnest self-introductions, indicating they wanted to befriend him, Du Ke politely said, "My name is Du Ke, from Jingzhao." "It's quite a coincidence, we're the same age as you two." Hearing this, the two men were overjoyed. Zheng Huang eagerly asked, "Brother Du, when were you born?"

"The third day of the fifth month," Du Ke replied. Zheng Huang's joy vanished instantly, replaced by a somber expression. Lu Yun, however, laughed directly, "Haha, it seems I'm the oldest. I was born on the fourteenth day of the first month, and he's the youngest, on the ninth day of the eleventh month." After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Du Ke said, "Confucius said, 'Is it not delightful to have friends coming from afar?' Today, with two distinguished guests at our door, I, Du, must certainly treat them well to fulfill my duty as a host."

Lu Yun said with a beaming smile, "Wine is fine; I, Lu, cannot be happy without wine."

"Indeed, we are kindred spirits; I, Du, also understand this well," Du Ke said cheerfully.

"Meeting with kindred spirits, we drink together, our horses tethered by the willows of the high tower. Haha, drinking heartily with a few close friends is truly one of life's greatest pleasures!" Zheng Huang was also deeply infected by the joyous atmosphere.

So Du Ke called the servants and set out some simple dishes in the courtyard. He also specially brought out several jars of fine wine bestowed by the late emperor from the wine cellar. The three of them sang and drank, eating and feasting.

"Far from home, there were two daughters of Huang Ying in ancient times, south of Dongting Lake, on the banks of the Xiang River." With the effects of the wine, Lu Yun began to recite poetry. At this moment, he was reciting Li Bai's "Far From Home," the melody low and mournful, like weeping and lamenting.

"Why are you reciting this at such a fine time? It's really a downer. Listen to me," Zheng Huang seemed to dislike this style and interrupted the song "Far From Home" inappropriately, singing his own: "I am a madman of Chu, singing like a phoenix and laughing at Confucius." "Holding a green jade staff, bidding farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower..." Du Ke vaguely heard it; it was Li Bai's "Lushan Ballad." Thinking about it carefully, this scene was indeed more fitting than the previous poem.

The three drinkers had been drinking for nearly two hours. From a distance, they looked nothing like the refined young masters of a scholarly family, but rather three ill-mannered country bumpkins and peddlers. If others saw them, they would surely be astonished.

When they were about eight-tenths full, at the height of their intoxication, the three of them stopped as if by unspoken agreement, lying on the grass in the courtyard, exhaling mouthfuls of wine, gradually clearing their minds.

After a long while, the effects of the alcohol wore off, and Lu Yun said, "Is your sister-in-law not home?"

"Yes, she went to Luoyang to buy goods and stopped by for a few days." Du Ke wondered why he would mention his sister-in-law, but his tone was very natural.

"Brother Du, you may not know this, but his fiancée is your sister-in-law's younger sister. The second young lady of the Wen family in Taiyuan." "Zheng Huang said casually, but his tone revealed a hint of schadenfreude.

"Oh? Then we'll be relatives from now on, we should visit each other more often," Du Ke said with delight.

"Hmph! Zheng, stop gloating here. You're barely managing to save yourself. Looks like you're definitely going to marry my cousin. Your patriarch's been pressuring you again, hasn't he? Heh heh, sooner or later you'll have to respectfully call me brother-in-law." Lu Yun said bluntly, his tone indifferent, as if it were a habit.

"Looks like you two are getting married soon. Remember to invite me on your big day, we'll drink until we drop." Du Ke was very excited, as if he were the one getting married soon.

"Sigh!" The other two sighed in unison.

"Miss Wen is a renowned beauty, said to be proficient in all the arts; the second Miss Wen is also said to be no less beautiful. You two gentlemen, with such beautiful wives, what more could you ask for?" Du Ke had some doubts.

"It's a long story! I don't know where to begin." Lu Yun's tone was full of desolation.

“She’s beautiful, but she has a shrewish wife at home, definitely not a good match for me! Just thinking about having to live with that fierce woman every day makes me very distressed! Sigh!” Zheng Huang’s tone also revealed a hint of helplessness.

Du Ke recalled his own recent heartbreak, and his heart skipped a beat. He fell silent, his mind filled with the image of the girl who went by the alias Huan’er, leaving no room for anything else.

The three of them lay on the ground, each lost in their own thoughts, none of them intending to get up. Du Ke seemed to have made a big decision. He took a deep breath and slowly said, “Brothers, have you ever heard of Dragon Pattern Blood Jade?” Du Ke’s voice was not loud, but Lu Yun and Zheng Huang were struck dumb. Their bodies trembled violently, and they turned around to look at Du Ke, speechless for a moment.

“To be honest, my grandfather passed on the Du family's heirloom to me. He gave it to me when I went to Shaolin Temple for spiritual cultivation that year, but I was too young then and didn't understand this story or its mysteries.” Du Ke finished speaking calmly, taking out a simple brown ring from his pocket. It was engraved with two ancient seal characters, the ancient words 'Fire Dragon,' but the material it was made of was unknown. It was harder than brick or stone, yet very light, and felt faintly cold to the touch.

Lu and Zheng remained silent, each taking out an identical brown ring from their pockets. Upon closer inspection, they discovered different characters engraved on them: one side had the ancient characters 'Flame Serpent,' and the other 'Azure Eagle.'

“Just as I expected, you have also accepted the inheritance.” Du Ke's tone remained calm, without a trace of surprise.

"Our ancestors instructed that whoever is fortunate enough to receive this heirloom will become the next head of the family, and at the same time, must find the owner of the Dragon-Patterned Blood Jade to assist him in fulfilling his duty of protecting the Nine Provinces of China," Lu Yun said solemnly.

"My grandmother told me the same thing," Zheng Huang nodded in agreement.

"Although my grandfather is still alive, he is too old and unable to continue, so he passed the heirloom to me, asking me to take on the responsibility of protecting the millions of compatriots in the Nine Provinces of China," Du Ke also said solemnly, then added, "Come, let's go to my study to discuss this in detail." After saying that, the three of them quickly got up and walked towards Du Ke's study.

Soon, the three of them arrived at the study. Du Ke carefully closed the window and said, "My two gentlemen, come and see this." He then took out a yellowed ancient book. Lu Yun and Zheng Huang leaned closer and saw a pattern drawn on it: a crescent-shaped jade artifact covered with dragon patterns.

"Dragon-Patterned Blood Jade," the two of them exclaimed in unison.

"Yes, this was passed down by my late master. He was the uncle of the current head of the Chen family in Yingchuan, and he was fortunate enough to witness this object firsthand. At that time, the owner of the Dragon Pattern Blood Jade was a woman renowned throughout the land, named Gongsun Da Niang." Du Ke calmly recounted the story.

Hearing this, Lu Yun couldn't help but say, "No wonder her swordsmanship was divine; it turns out she was personally taught by the Yellow Emperor. I wonder where the current head of the Gongsun family is? In this vast land of Kyushu, amidst the sea of people, alas!" The speaker meant no harm, but the listener was deeply moved. Du Ke felt a pang of sorrow and silently said, "Ru Yan, you must take good care of yourself!"

Zheng Huang stared blankly at the pattern, seemingly lost in thought. After a long while, he suddenly said, "To be honest, I have seen the Dragon Pattern Blood Jade, but that was fifteen years ago, and I don't know where it is now." His words were startling, and both Du and Lu were taken aback. Zheng Huang continued, "When..." When my father was still alive, I was only five years old. One evening, a strange soldier came and said something strange. My father rushed out in a panic. When he returned, there were two of them, supporting a general covered in blood. My father warned the whole family not to tell anyone about this and took the dying general to a secret room. Then, he ordered a servant to ride quickly to Hedong and summon Pei Ming, the head of the Pei family and a renowned physician. Pei Ming stayed in the secret room for a full day and night and finally saved the general. The general recuperated at our house for three months, but finally, on a dark and windy night, despite my father's kind pleas to stay, he left our house alone. I remember that when he left, he took out this dragon-patterned blood jade. My father looked at him with an unprecedented look of reverence.” Zheng Huang rambled on for a long time before finally finishing the whole story.

The three remained silent for a while, then Lu Yun said firmly, "Now that Uncle Zheng and Doctor Pei have both passed away, and whether that general is still alive is unknown. Having shouldered the burden of our ancestors, we cannot wait for the Gongsun family to come to us; we should take the initiative to seek them out." Zheng Huang listened politely and nodded repeatedly, while Du Ke felt as if a bottle of mixed emotions had been spilled, a mix of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty feelings welling up inside him. Faced with the concerned gazes of his two loyal brothers, Du Ke was speechless, unsure of what to do.

Chapter 9 The Ten Families of the Nine Provinces

The three talked for a while longer in the study before returning home, agreeing to meet again the next day in a VIP room at the Lou Wai Lou Restaurant in Qinghefang, the most prosperous area of Chang'an. Lu Yun had also contacted other relevant people to join them.

It was another moonless night. Du Ke sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought. That night, the beautiful woman still lingered, her fragrance lingering, but now, "the lonely lamp flickered, and my thoughts were filled with despair." Du Ke was deeply grateful for the raging wind that night; it had broken down the defenses of the young man and woman, allowing them to embrace passionately. The more he thought about it, the more painful it became. Du Ke shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the romantic images, and went to sleep.

The next day, he had just gotten up and washed when a servant summoned him to a banquet at Lou Wai Lou. Sitting in the carriage, Du Ke was lost in thought again, wondering who he would encounter that day. He casually looked out the window, and suddenly, his eyes caught sight of a familiar figure. "Ru Yan!" Du Ke almost cried out, but the two passed each other, growing further and further apart. Du Ke sighed helplessly, hoping that fate would allow them to meet again someday.

Soon, Du Ke's joyful excitement had subsided when the carriage arrived at the entrance of Lou Wai Lou. Du Ke alighted from the carriage and looked up at the largest restaurant in all of Chang'an. It far surpassed his own family's mansion, its opulent grandeur rivaling even the Wei family's residence. "Phoenix pavilions and dragon towers reach the heavens, jade trees and coral branches form a misty canopy"—such a place of extravagant spending must have earned countless taels of silver daily. He'd heard the entire Qinghefang district belonged to the Cui family of Qinghe; their wealth and power were truly astounding. Even Du Ke, a young marquis born into wealth, was stunned, let alone ordinary people.

"Come, Brother Du, over here," Lu Yun called out from a distance before Du Ke even entered. Looking up, he saw everyone had arrived, waiting only for him. Du Ke quickly went to greet them and followed Lu Yun and his group upstairs. Indeed, it was a restaurant beyond restaurants; the upper floor was a completely different world. Downstairs, the lights were bright, and drunken men reeked of alcohol were everywhere. Upstairs, however, groups of two or three sat in neatly arranged booths, separated by thick nanmu wood partitions. Only tea, meant for relaxation and tranquility, was served here; there was no wine, which disappointed Du Ke.

The group sat down in an empty room. Du Ke looked up and saw, besides Lu and Zheng, a young man of similar age and a burly man over thirty. Lu Yun introduced, "This is the young master of the Marquis's mansion, Du Ke of Jingzhao," then pointed to the unfamiliar young man, "Cui Mingxuan, the young master of the Cui family of Qinghe. This is his ancestral property, so all expenses are covered. Brother Du, please enjoy yourself." He finished with a knowing smile.

"Greetings, Brother Du. I am Chen Shiying of the Chen family of Yingchuan," the seven-foot-tall man said loudly.

“Brother Chen, hello. I often heard my late brother mention you when I was young, and I admired you greatly. Meeting you today is truly a great comfort,” Du Ke said sincerely.

The burly man trembled upon hearing this, grasped Du Ke's hands tightly, and said with a slight tremor, “I had completely forgotten that you were Du Rong’s younger brother. Although Du Rong has been gone for nearly ten years, his voice and smile are still vivid in my mind! Today, we must get to know each other better and drink until we’re drunk.”

Hearing the sincere affection in the burly man's words, Du Ke was deeply moved. Ten years after his elder brother’s death, someone still remembered him; this Brother Chen was truly a brother who shared his heart and soul. “Alright, let’s drink until we’re drunk,” Du Ke said heartily.

Upon hearing this, everyone burst into laughter. Cui Mingxuan said helplessly, "Alcohol is prohibited upstairs. This is a rule of Lou Wai Lou, and even more so, an ancestral instruction. I'm truly sorry to both of you brothers." "

Ugh! What a spoilsport. Don't ask me to do anything like reciting poetry or appreciating tea next time. I'm completely clueless, like casting pearls before swine," Chen Shiying complained. "

The Cui family of Qinghe has been renowned for its tea ceremony for a thousand years. Lu Yu, the Tea Sage of the Kaiyuan era, was once the manager of the Cui family's tea shop. Why don't you all try today's unique Wuyi Mountain 'Da Hong Pao'? You'll definitely have a completely new understanding of tea drinking," Zheng Huang said, looking with reverence at the exquisite tea set being gently brewed on the table.

Hearing the proud and arrogant Zheng Huang's lavish praise, Du Ke and Chen Shiying were also intrigued by the antique and unique tea set on the table. Chen Shiying said loudly, "Since Brother Zheng says so, I'd like to see what's so special about this tea."

In a moment, the aroma of tea filled the entire small house. Lu Yun recited gently, "Blowing flowers and chewing stamens, spitting out icy strings, gambling on books and enjoying the fragrance of spilled tea." Before he could finish, Cui Mingxuan chimed in, "It's just that Brother Lu's confidante, with whom he gambles on books and spills tea, isn't here right now. Otherwise, it would truly be a great pleasure in life. The second young lady of the Wen family is beautiful and her fame is widespread. Brother Lu, having such a beautiful companion is enough to comfort you."

"Oh! Brother Cui is teasing me again." Hearing his friend's teasing, Lu Yun could only shake his head helplessly.

"Alright, let's get down to business! I brought the ring." Chen Shiying said, and then a simple brown ring appeared in his hand. Everyone took out their rings and placed them together. Unexpectedly, the five rings automatically gathered together, attracting each other tightly.

"Just as I expected, the material used to make these rings is the ancient aquatic treasure, the Falling Rainbow Mystic Ice Iron, said to have been formed from the remains of an ancient sea dragon. When the Yellow Emperor unified the Nine Provinces, he obtained a huge piece of dark blue-green iron stone, known as the Falling Rainbow Mystic Ice Iron. It shimmered with iridescent light, exuded a chilling aura, and possessed unparalleled strength and toughness, making it an excellent material for forging divine weapons. The Yellow Emperor used it to forge the Nine Cauldrons and refine the Big Dipper Divine Weapon, after which its whereabouts became unknown. It turns out that the remaining Falling Rainbow Mystic Ice Iron was..." "This ring was made, and as a token of inheritance, these rings have been passed down through generations. It's remarkable that the Falling Rainbow Mystic Ice Iron, seemingly indestructible, has withstood the relentless erosion of time to reach this day; over three thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye." Lu Yun recounted many things in one breath, and everyone listened with fervor, recalling how the Yellow Emperor, with ease, unified the nine provinces, displaying his heroic spirit and commanding respect from all corners of the land. All nations were in harmony, and the world was at peace—an unprecedented golden age in ancient times. He traveled to Mount Tai to perform the Fengshan ceremony, and the nine bronze tripods were said to have subdued the ferocious beasts of the four directions. The Big Dipper Divine Weapon was forged as a symbol of the Son of Heaven, truly making him the progenitor of Chinese civilization.

Having learned the origin of this ring, Du Ke's heart was filled with turbulent emotions, and he asked hesitantly, "Does anyone know who the first owner of this ring was?"

“Yesterday I spent most of the night researching in my family’s Tianyi Library, and I learned a bit about the history of this ring. Over three thousand years of history, it still stirs my emotions,” said Lu Yun. Everyone looked at him expectantly. He continued slowly, “In the third month of the sixth year of the Xuanyuan era, the Yellow Emperor ascended the Xuanyuan Terrace to perform the Fengshan ceremony, granting a general amnesty. In the fourth month of the same year, the Yellow Emperor left a letter for Leimu and traveled the world, disappearing without a trace. Leimu was the Yellow Emperor’s principal wife, a princess of the ancient Xiling Kingdom, and the first owner of the Dragon-Patterned Blood Jade. When the Yellow Emperor traveled the world, he left twelve people to assist Leimu in governing the world, who were then appointed as rulers of twelve vassal states. These were the first owners of this ring, some of whom were also ancestors of our ten great families.” Lu Yun’s tone was filled with unprecedented reverence, and everyone listened with excitement.

"I've checked my family's genealogy. My Cui family's ancestor was named Shao Hao, the ruler of the White Elephant Kingdom under the Yellow Emperor," Cui Mingxuan said calmly, his excitement subsiding.

"Like you, Brother Cui, I've checked too. My Du family's ancestor was named Ao Yueyun, the King of Zhenhai under the Yellow Emperor, also known as the Fire Dragon Kingdom's ruler," Du Ke added.

"It seems everyone has checked their genealogies. My Lu family's ancestor was Yinglong, the Yellow Dragon True God of the ancient Earth Clan, and the Yellow Emperor's mentor. He was enfeoffed as the ruler of the Azure Eagle Kingdom," Lu Yun said enthusiastically.

"Yes, my Zheng family's ancestor was the Crimson Emperor Lieyan of the ancient Fire Clan, the Yellow Emperor's sworn brother, and was enfeoffed as the ruler of the Flame Serpent Kingdom," Zheng Huang spoke eloquently, his excitement palpable.

"Alas! Some parts of my family genealogy have been lost, and the ancient part is incomplete. It's truly disappointing. It seems that in a sense, we are all descendants of nobles, with distinguished ancestors and illustrious lineages, possessing too much glory to recall and cherish," Chen Shiying said with a touch of disappointment yet also a sense of pride.

"Actually, it wasn't the Yellow Emperor and Leimu who truly established the ten families' status as regents, but rather Emperor Shun of the Youyu clan, a sage emperor five hundred years later. After receiving the abdication from Emperor Yao, he heavily relied on ten virtuous ministers under Emperor Yao: Yu, Gaotao, Qi, Houji, Boyi, Kui, Long, Chui, Yi, and Pengzu. They are the ancestors of our ten families, and this ring was passed down to them. Emperor Shun assigned them specific positions, reviewed their performance every three years, and decided on promotions and demotions after three reviews. This is the true origin of our ten families. The previous twelve vassal states, over five hundred years of ruthless years, were gradually annexed and assimilated by the central government due to the mediocrity of their descendants. By the time of Emperor Yao, none of them remained. Even their surnames changed when they received the fiefdoms from the emperor, so the surnames of our ancestors are different from ours now." As expected of the young master of the Lu family of Fanyang, whose family had been Confucian scholars for generations, Lu Yun's extensive knowledge was unmatched.

Upon hearing this, Cui Mingxuan couldn't help but say, "When I was a child, I read the Records of the Grand Historian and learned about this story from the time of Emperor Shun. It turns out it's related to me! It's unbelievable, like a grand dream. In fact, such a glorious past is also an invisible burden, weighing us down and making it hard for us descendants to breathe."

For a moment, everyone fell silent. Recalling the supreme glory of their ancestors, their hearts were filled with mixed emotions, a mix of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty feelings, and they remained speechless for a long time. 04-26
Chapter 10 A Tragic Song of a Prosperous Age

"Alright, everyone, don't think too much about it. Let's leave this heavy topic here for today. I'm going downstairs with Brother Du to have a good drink. You're welcome to come anytime. Brother Du, let's go." Chen Shiying broke the long silence, then pulled Du Ke up and left.

Everyone had come to their senses and watched Du Ke and Chen Shiying walk downstairs. Lu Yun and Zheng Huang followed suit, not to be outdone. Only Cui Mingxuan silently watched his friend's departing figure, shook his head helplessly, and closed his eyes to rest contentedly.

"What? Brother Cui isn't coming?" Du Ke asked, noticing that one person was missing.

"Him? He's a hypocrite, doesn't drink a drop." Lu Yun said with disdain.

"What a pity, what a pity. Cao Mengde said it well, 'What can dispel sorrow? Only Du Kang (wine)'. This wine is the most precious thing in the world." Du Ke sighed.

"Come on, don't mention that spoilsport. 'Let's drink, don't stop the cup,' let's drink this first." Chen Shiying, his drinking spirit rising, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing his impatience, the three could only shake their heads helplessly. Then Lu Yun said, "If there's no toasting song, the fun is almost over. Gentlemen, who will sing first?"

“I’m not interested in other poems, but I do know this toasting song,” Chen Shiying said, and began to sing loudly: “In my old age, I only indulge in wine, and in spring I never go home. Last year I came to school late and did not see the flowers of Luoyang.” It was Bai Juyi’s “Regret for Last Year.” His tone was melodious and full of twists and turns, expressing the melancholy in the poem perfectly. Du Ke and the other two listened intently and applauded.

Zheng Huang downed a cup of clear wine and, not to be outdone, said: “The golden duck incense burns out in the brocade curtains, and amidst the music and singing, I drunkenly return home. A youthful romance, known only to the beauty.” This spoke of the deep affection between young men and women in their boudoirs. Du Ke, hearing this, thought of his old friend and was momentarily captivated.

“I think Li Bai’s poem is the best for this toasting song,” Lu Yun suddenly raised his voice and began: “Do you not see the Yellow River’s waters come from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return? Do you not see the bright mirror in the high hall reflecting white hair, like black silk in the morning turning to snow by evening? When life is good, enjoy it to the fullest, don’t let the golden goblet face the moon empty. Heaven has endowed me with talent, which will surely be put to use, even if a thousand pieces of gold are spent, they will return again…” Lu Yun sang with deep emotion, strong rhythm, and powerful passion. The people around him listened with great enthusiasm and couldn’t help but cheer in unison, and the whole restaurant suddenly became lively.

“A dappled horse, a thousand pieces of gold for a fur coat, call the boy to exchange them for fine wine, to dispel with you the sorrows of ages past.” Lu Yun finished singing with great passion, and as if he was still not satisfied, he tilted his head back and drank a cup.

Seeing that he was the only one left not to sing, Du Ke enthusiastically began: "The Han general, receiving imperial favor, defeated the Rong in the west; the victory report was first presented at Weiyang Palace. The emperor prepared to open the Ling Pavilion to await him; who now can count the merits of the Second Master?" It was a famous frontier poem by Cen Shen, which greatly pleased General Chen Shiying, who listened with repeated praises and was already quite drunk.

The four men, in their drunken revelry, had long since lost all decorum, and the clinking of cups left a mess. After calming down, Lu Yun slowly said, "Everyone says how wonderful the Zhenguan era was, but I prefer the Kaiyuan era. Although Emperor Xuanzong's achievements were not as great as Emperor Taizong's, and he didn't have a good end, the thirty-year Kaiyuan golden age is an era we all yearn for. Poetry had Li Bai, calligraphy had Zhang Xu, literature had Yang Yanwu and Pei Min; talents emerged in every field, truly worthy of admiration by later generations, even surpassing the Zhenguan era. My greatest admiration goes to the 'Eight Immortals of the Wine Cup': Li Bai, He Zhizhang, Li Shizhi, Li Jin, Cui Zongzhi, Su Jin, Jiao Sui, and Zhang Xu. They are truly our predecessors, worthy of our learning, hahaha." Speaking of the Eight Immortals of the Wine Cup, Lu Yun's mood naturally brightened.

"We only have four people now; we need to find four more to complete the Eight Immortals," Zheng Huang joked.

"Alas! In fact, we can understand the full spectrum of life's experiences through Emperor Xuanzong. In his youth, although he was of imperial lineage, the Li family lived in constant fear of disaster due to Empress Wu's regency, making his childhood unhappy and oppressive. It wasn't until his grandmother's death that he began to distinguish himself, enjoying a smooth and successful career. He also had the assistance of renowned ministers like Yao Chong, Song Jing, Zhang Shuo, and Zhang Jiuling, ushering in the prosperous Kaiyuan era, a time of great talent and intellectual flourishing. Until 'the Yang family's daughter has come of age,' came the lines: 'Her cloud-like hair adorned with flowers and golden hairpins, she spent the spring night in the warm hibiscus-scented tent. The spring night was short, and the sun rose high; from then on, the emperor no longer held morning court.'" If it weren't for the ambitious An Lushan, everything would have been wonderful. Alas, "The drums of war from Yuyang shook the earth, shattering the 'Rainbow Feather Robe' dance. Smoke and dust rose from the nine-layered palace, thousands of chariots and horses headed southwest," until "Flower hairpins lay scattered on the ground, no one to collect them; jade hairpins and golden ornaments lay scattered. The emperor covered his face, unable to save them, turning back to see tears of blood flowing together," and finally, "Heaven and earth may end, but this sorrow will last forever." Now, thinking back, I am moved by this poignant and tragic song of a prosperous era, for Emperor Xuanzong, for Consort Yang, and even more so for the countless displaced people." Lu Yun spoke with great enthusiasm and unrestrained eloquence about the affairs of the Li Tang dynasty, without the slightest taboo.

"When I was in the army, I often heard people mention Gongsun Da Niang's sword dance. Du Fu described her as 'swift as Yi shooting down nine suns, graceful as emperors riding dragons. Her arrival was like thunderbolts gathering their fury, her departure like the clear light of the sea settling.' I think this is the true meaning of a peerless swordsman's dance. Her performance of 'General Pei's Full House of Power' was a masterpiece of nature, exquisitely beautiful. It's just a pity that I was born at the wrong time and never had the chance to witness her unparalleled beauty in person. It is truly a regret of my life." The rough and bold Chen Shiying spoke with an unexpected sadness, his eyes filled with longing and regret.

"Indeed! It is said that Lady Gongsun wore military attire when she performed her sword dance. The fierce sword dance, the magnificent Tang Dynasty style, was brought to life by a beautiful woman. How could such a scene not evoke sighs of admiration? Such a woman of extraordinary talent and beauty would truly put all the men of the world to shame." Du Ke seemed to have thought of something as well, and added with emotion. Lu and Zheng nodded repeatedly, their faces filled with the same longing.

"Speaking of Emperor Xuanzong, I am reminded of a poem called 'Po Zhen Zi,' let me sing it for you," Zheng Huang said, tugging at his clothes and singing with great enthusiasm: "For forty years, my home and country, three thousand miles of mountains and rivers. Phoenix pavilions and dragon towers reach the heavens, jade trees and coral branches form a misty canopy. How often have I known war?" The crowd praised him repeatedly. As soon as the first stanza was finished, Du Ke heard a familiar voice sing in response to Zheng Huang's words: "Once a captive, Shen's waist and Pan's temples wither away. Most poignant was the day of hasty departure from the ancestral temple, when the music hall still played farewell songs. Tears streamed down my face as I faced the palace maids." It turned out that Cui Mingxuan had come downstairs and, upon hearing his friend recite poetry, couldn't help but join in with a verse. The tones were completely different. Zheng Huang sang in a deep, magnetic baritone voice, soft and gentle, while Cui Mingxuan sang with a heroic and tragic tone, both possessing distinct flavors, truly wonderful.

"What a line, 'Most poignant was the day of hasty departure from the ancestral temple, when the music hall still played farewell songs,' let's drink a big cup!" Lu Yun said cheerfully, raising his cup and downing it in one gulp, making Cui Mingxuan shake his head repeatedly.

"What were you two talking about just now? You seemed quite excited," Cui Mingxuan said, sitting down next to Lu Yun.

"Ha! Just the affairs of the Li Tang dynasty, the prosperous Kaiyuan era, the tragic Tianbao era," Lu Yun replied casually.

Hearing this, Cui Mingxuan couldn't help but frown slightly and sigh, "Words can

be dangerous. You're spouting nonsense here, openly discussing royal affairs. Aren't you afraid of being overheard by those gossip-mongering Shence Camp?" "Hmph! Those servants of the Li Tang dynasty are always the most infuriating. Let's not talk about that. Come, let's drink." Chen Shiying seemed very angry with the Shence Camp, speaking resentfully. Lu Yun, however, said nonchalantly, "People discuss matters of the world. Can the Li family silence all the gossip?"

"That's true, but it's always good to be cautious." Cui Mingxuan's tone still carried a hint of worry.

"Sigh! I know, you're so nagging." Lu Yun's words were impatient, but his tone was calm.

"If you really want to understand this catastrophe of the end times, you should read Du Fu's 'Three Officials' and 'Three Separations,' those are the pinnacle of poetry. Brother Du, isn't Du Fu a distant relative of yours?" Cui Mingxuan asked, seemingly with some insight.

"Yes! He and I are both descendants of Du Yu, a famous general of the Wei and Jin dynasties. It's just a pity that I wasn't born when he passed away, so I never had the chance to meet the elders of our clan. When my grandfather was young, he was encouraged by him to resolutely abandon his studies and join the army. He was the person who influenced my grandfather the most in his life, and he was also the former owner of this ring. Before his death, he specially passed the ring on to my grandfather." Du Ke said, wiping the ring in his hand with deep emotion.

"Du Gongbu and Li Taibai had a very deep friendship. Their poetic styles were one somber and forceful, the other fresh and elegant, yet they appreciated each other and considered each other confidants. They were truly the two most outstanding and evergreen pines among the many poets of the Tang Dynasty. The current literary leader, the Grand Master of the Imperial Academy, Han Yu, highly praised them both, affirming the eternal and transcendent status of Li Bai and Du Fu in the world of poetry." Cui Mingxuan reminisced about the sages, his tone full of respect.

"Han Yu is always right. I've always looked down on frail scholars, but I have the utmost respect for Du Fu. He possessed the Confucian ideal of 'making the ruler like Yao and Shun, and restoring the purity of customs,' and though living in a chaotic world, he didn't remain aloof. He used his pen to depict the suffering of the common people; he cried out, 'How I wish for thousands of mansions to shelter all the poor scholars of the world and make them rejoice!' He erected a righteous and immortal monument for all scholars, truly a model for us all." Zheng Huang said solemnly, his eyes full of admiration. Seeing everyone's high regard for their family's ancestor, Du Ke felt greatly comforted and felt even more respect for the "Poet Saint" he had never met.

"Have you not seen the head of Qinghai Lake, where ancient bones lie uncollected? New ghosts wail in anguish, old ghosts cry, their voices echoing in the damp, overcast sky," Lu Yun recited, tapping his chopsticks to the beat.

Before they knew it, the sun was setting. Everyone waved goodbye and went home, promising to meet again with the two of them. After returning home, Du Ke, reflecting on what he had seen and heard that day, fell asleep from exhaustion.

Volume Two,

Chapter 1: Enchanting Springtime Romance

Since returning from Lou Wai Lou that day, Du Ke had been staring blankly at the antique brown ring every day, examining it closely countless times, yet still completely baffled by its mysteries. These past few days, none of his drinking buddies had come to ask for drinks, and he was happy to enjoy his leisure.

Soon, another week passed, and today was Wen Hua's return day. Du Ke got up early, carefully washed and groomed himself, shaved his unkempt beard, and looked dashing.

At noon, a green-painted carriage traveled along the ancient road outside Chang'an. A beautiful woman leaned against the carriage wall, lifting the thick curtain to reveal a face as serene as a water lily. Her long, snow-white neck, like a proud swan, boldly proclaimed its beauty. A pool of autumn water gazed thoughtfully at the distant city of Chang'an. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, interrupting Wen Hua's reverie. She turned around and saw a young man in a light blue outfit riding a white horse brush past her, now getting farther and farther away, his figure gradually blurring. Gazing at that familiar figure, Wen Hua frowned slightly, pursed her lips, shook her head, and sat back in the carriage.

A moment later, the carriage arrived at the gate of the Du residence. Du Ke was already waiting there, holding two letters, looking somewhat uneasy. Soon, the carriage stopped, and a beautiful woman in a pale yellow lady's dress slowly stepped out. The tight-fitting dress accentuated her already beautiful figure, making her curves even more alluring—truly a beautiful young woman, both outwardly charming and inwardly alluring.

"Brother Ke, is everything alright at home today?" Wen Hua asked with a beaming smile as she followed Du Ke into the courtyard, playfully raising her eyebrows. Du Ke unexpectedly remained silent, slowly extending his hand, trembling as he took the two letters on yellow paper. The beautiful woman's expression changed drastically; she quickly took them, tore off the cover, and began to read. Her pretty face shifted between light and shadow, her expression constantly changing. Du Ke's heart sank further as he read, but then he heard Wen Hua say calmly, "Ru Yan is fine. She went out on errands and will be back soon. It seems something happened between you two, otherwise she wouldn't have told you her identity." She then turned to look at Du Ke, her face full of doubt, her beautiful eyes unblinking, as if urging him to quickly reveal the truth. Du Ke finished his rambling explanation, let out a long sigh, and his expression relaxed considerably. Instead of scolding him as expected, the beautiful woman giggled, bending over with laughter. Her alluring charm intensified, her ample breasts bouncing as if about to burst from her tight-fitting dress. Du Ke's blood boiled, and countless restless impulses seemed to surge through his veins.

"You seem so honest and unassuming, but deep down you're quite the romantic!" Wen Hua said softly.

Du Ke's handsome face flushed red, and he hurriedly turned away, weakly saying, "Sister-in-law, please don't scold me. Just tell me how to find her. I, Du Ke, will be eternally grateful and sing your praises."

Seeing her close brother-in-law's shy, first-love expression, Wen Hua felt a sudden pang of sadness. She said sullenly, "I don't know. You figure it out yourself!" Then she turned and walked away. Watching his sister-in-law walk away, Du Ke was bewildered by her sudden agitation, a stark contrast to her usual dignified and gentle demeanor. He thought to himself, "Women are such a hassle. Confucius was right; women and petty men are the most difficult to deal with."

Another day passed peacefully, the family remaining undisturbed. The next day, Du Ke awoke from a blissful dream, his face flushed with embarrassment. A certain part of his body burned with an unsettling heat, leaving him restless and unable to calm himself. In the beautiful, dreamlike scene, his beautiful sister-in-law, her robes half-undone, languidly reclined on a soft, embroidered couch. Her half-open, half-closed, alluring eyes stared unabashedly at him, their gaze slid up and down until finally settling between his raised legs, her allure almost dripping with desire. Her hair was disheveled and spread on the bright red mandarin duck pillow. Her half-reclined body made her already voluptuous figure appear even more prominent. Her slender waist was half-covered by a gossamer-thin white gauze robe, clearly revealing a jade-green bodice and moon-white underpants clinging tightly to her exquisitely shaped, snow-white breasts. A bright red peony was embroidered on the bodice, shyly concealing her private parts, making her appear even more alluring and seductive. This breathtakingly erotic scene repeatedly flashed before Du Ke's eyes, and no amount of reciting the *Bing Xin Jue* could dispel it. Du Ke, ignorant of matters of love, could not bear such undisguised passion. He turned and buried his head deeply in the pillow, his lower body pressing against the soft bed, instinctively thrusting up and down, the speed increasing. Finally, his entire body trembled violently, and he collapsed weakly onto the bed.

After a long while, a shameful, damp, and sticky sensation came from between his legs. Du Ke took a deep breath, reached down to probe, and found his fingers covered in a thick, milky-white liquid with a faint, fishy smell. Having read some books about it since childhood, Du Ke naturally knew what it was. He hurriedly got up, changed into a new pair of underwear, and sat on the edge of the bed, filled with regret as he recalled his earlier actions. He couldn't get over defiling his sister-in-law, who was like a goddess to him. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind. He realized this was just an indirect manifestation of the attraction between men and women to beauty, and he could comfortably blame his sister-in-law for being too beautiful. He was just an inexperienced novice; how could he possibly resist such a captivating and fatal temptation? With his mind at peace, Du Ke felt no more guilt and left the room with a relaxed expression.

In the Du family's spacious reception room, a beautiful young woman sat languidly. This was Wen Hua, the woman Du Ke had been unable to resist defiling that morning. She had changed from her pale yellow lady's dress into a pink, form-fitting robe, a snow-white mink shawl draped over her smooth shoulders, and wore a cotton floral skirt. Her small, delicate feet were accentuated by a pair of moon-white satin embroidered shoes with gold trim. Truly, her natural beauty was undeniable; no matter how she dressed, she radiated elegance from head to toe. Standing at the doorway, Du Ke was stunned again, thinking to himself, "This sister-in-law is truly mesmerizing." Unconsciously, the place where he had just vented his desire that morning became hot again. Fearing he might actually be unable to resist embracing the beauty before him, Du Ke gratefully turned and left the reception room, ending yet another act of defilement towards his beautiful sister-in-law.

While Du Ke was irresistibly aroused by a naturally beautiful woman, Lu Yun was experiencing a completely different scene. In the simple, antique room, wisps of white smoke rose from a gilded bronze incense burner shaped like an animal head, accompanied by the soft hissing sound of burning incense. A handsome young man in white robes sat upright at a heavy mahogany desk, engrossed in a yellowed book, seemingly oblivious to the arrival of a pretty young woman dressed as a maid.

"Young master," the young woman said, her voice clear and melodious, "Su Xue has refilled your tea. Drink some while it's hot to warm yourself; it's getting chilly. You've been reading for two hours; go for a walk and rest."

Startled from his reverie, Lu Yun saw a familiar, beautiful figure before him. Instinctively, he reached out and embraced her, her soft, fragrant body filling his arms. Her slender waist was too delicate to grasp, and the familiar, pleasant fragrance sent a shiver down his spine. The girl's shy, alluring demeanor was innate, and she shifted restlessly in her youthful body, making Lu Yun feel as if he were on fire, wanting to devour the beauty in his arms. He opened his mouth and gently sucked on her delicate earlobe, noticing the girl's body tremble slightly. Lu Yun pressed his lips against her flawless cheek and chuckled mischievously, "How could I be cold holding Xue'er, this warm and fragrant furnace? The sweet nectar from Xue'er's cherry lips is the best thirst quencher; even the finest tea can't compare." He then closed his eyes, deeply inhaling the all-too-familiar fragrance, while holding her even tighter, as if trying to meld her into his body.

Su Xue stopped struggling and nestled obediently in Lu Yun's gentle embrace. She turned and hugged the man she had longed for, closing her eyes to savor the unique warmth between them.

After a long while, Lu Yun opened his eyes and breathed hot air into Su Xue's slightly reddened ear, eliciting a series of silvery giggles from the girl in his arms. She pleaded, "It tickles! Young Master, please stop! Xue'er is so ticklish!" Hearing her plea, Lu Yun stopped and gently whispered in her already burning ear, "Xue'er, I missed you so much. When did you get back?" The girl, hearing the deep affection in his voice, felt her heart flutter and slowly replied, "I arrived last night, but it was too late, and Young Master had gone to sleep."

"I told you not to call me Young Master. There's no one else here. I'll punish you." Lu Yun's words carried a hint of reproach, but his tone remained as gentle as water. He then lightly patted the girl's firm, upturned bottom.

The girl, startled by the sudden attack, trembled slightly and whispered, "Lu Lang, Xue'er knows she was wrong.

Xue'er will never dare to do it again." "Pure beauty shines like snow in the cold, her fragrance wafts in the morning breeze. My Xue'er is growing more and more beautiful," Lu Yun murmured, his words full of affection.

"You're just using sweet words to deceive people, humph! Go marry your second young lady of the Wen family, and stop bothering me." Su Xue's voice suddenly changed, and she said sullenly, then began to struggle, as if trying to escape her lover's embrace.

"Don't move, or you'll anger me and I'll punish you on the spot," Lu Yun's voice became hoarse, and his eyes became slightly cloudy.

Clearly sensing a familiar heat emanating from her lower abdomen, feeling her lover's intense physical changes, the girl's beautiful face flushed crimson, as if about to bleed. She quietly leaned against the familiar embrace, daring not to make the slightest movement.

Gradually calming the flames in his heart, Lu Yun let out a long breath and whispered in the girl's ear, "Silly Xue'er, we've known each other for almost eighteen years, and I've only met her once, without even exchanging a single word. What are you so jealous about?"

Chapter 2: Trivial Matters of the Lu Family

. Hearing Lu Yun's words, Su Xue's resentment had subsided, but she still retorted, "Hmph! You big philanderer, you can't wait to have two women on each side. I'm just a lowly maidservant. It's not a big deal for me to share a husband with someone else, but she's the young lady of the Wen family in Taiyuan. How could she tolerate me?" By the end, her tone was filled with deep resentment and desolation, making her appear pitifully charming.

Lu Yun frowned, knowing this was indeed a very difficult problem, and felt greatly troubled. He gently whispered in Su Xue's ear, "I'm thirsty, my dear Xue'er, give me a kiss." His tone was full of affection as he placed his hands on her slender, shapely shoulders, as if to gently create some space between them.

"No, it's daytime! Absolutely not, it would be terrible if someone saw us. Wait until tonight, Xue'er will definitely let Lu Lang kiss me to his heart's content." Su Xue hugged Lu Yun tightly.

"Okay, but Xue'er can't go back on her word then." Lu Yun's face revealed a mischievous smile, as if he had succeeded in his scheme, and he said slyly, releasing the shy girl from his arms.

Su Xue was terrified of his burning gaze, and lowered her head deeply, not daring to look at him again. Looking at the shy and alluring girlish demeanor of his beloved, Lu Yun's love for her intensified, but it had all vanished, replaced by admiration in his eyes.

In truth, the girl named Su Xue was no ordinary maid in the Lu household. Although she always dressed as a maid at home, when accompanying Lu Yun's mother out, she was a quintessential socialite. Her identity was complex; she was Lu Yun's sworn sister. Though not surnamed Lu, her status in the Lu family was comparable to that of the eldest daughter. She spent her days by the old lady's side, at most doing light tasks like brewing tea. From a young age, she had attended the Lu family's private school with Lu Yun. Growing up in the Lu family, a family steeped in generations of scholars and officials, she had been immersed in the traditions and teachings, resulting in exceptional learning and a foundation no less than that of noble ladies like Wen Hua and Wei Xin. She was the beautiful companion who kept Lu Yun company as he studied by lamplight.

The moon was high in the sky, and the night was still young. Lu Yun was getting tired of reading when a familiar figure suddenly flashed through his mind. He naturally recalled a playful remark he had made that morning, and a charming smile unconsciously curved his lips. A slight pause was followed by the soft sound of a door opening. Lu Yun turned to look and saw that the door was open, and a slender, beautiful woman walked towards him with unhurried steps. She wore a deep purple palace dress, the magnificent gold trim on the lapel making the already opulent dress even more regal. On her feet were a pair of delicate, light blue satin embroidered shoes, the surface of which was faintly embroidered with budding lotus flowers, exuding an elegant charm completely different from her magnificent dress. Her eyebrows were lightly powdered, and a refreshing fragrance wafted out, like a secluded orchid in a valley, so alluring that it made one forget the mundane world.

Seeing the beautiful woman approaching gracefully, Lu Yun couldn't help but say, "The moon moves, the flower shadows sway, is it a beautiful woman coming?" Su Xue frowned slightly upon hearing this and scolded, "Who cares to come see you? Madam was afraid you'd get carried away with your reading, and it's getting chilly late, so she specially asked me to bring you a small hand warmer." She then slightly raised her hand and shook the object in her hand. Lu Yun looked closer and saw it was an exquisite agate hand warmer, emitting a faint crackling sound of burning charcoal. Lu Yun took the hand warmer but casually placed it aside, reaching out to embrace the slender waist again. The girl nimbly dodged, her movements delicate and nimble, giggling, "Do you think I'd be as clumsy as I was this morning?" Her smile was radiant, like a gentle breeze. Lu Yun reluctantly withdrew his hand, but his face still wore his signature mischievous grin, making Su Xue's heart flutter with unease once more.

“Xue’er is concerned about your health, husband. As the saying goes, ‘It’s hardest to bear the kindness of a beautiful woman,’ so I must express my gratitude. Xue’er, don’t you agree?” Lu Yun’s words carried a hint of gratitude, but his tone was quite flirtatious. He even deliberately raised his thick eyebrows after speaking.

“Xue’er is leaving now. Remember to rest early, young master.” Su Xue seemed to ignore his words, leaving behind a nonchalant remark before turning to leave.

How could Lu Yun let this charming young beauty go so easily? He took a leap and was within arm’s reach in ten steps. He leaned forward and swept her into his arms, his warm, soft body pressed against the girl’s curvaceous back. His hand gently caressed her soft, warm belly through the smooth silk, and he chuckled mischievously, “Where do you think you’re going?”

Su Xue trembled slightly, but quickly regained her composure, quietly leaning against the familiar embrace, as if she had long been accustomed to such intimate gestures between them. But then she said calmly, "If Master Huiqing knew you used 'Crossing the River on a Reed' like that, he'd give you a good slap."

"No, Zen Buddhism values the instantaneous enlightenment, and Master is always open-minded. How could he blame me? Besides, I'm just applying what I've learned, which aligns with Master's teachings," Lu Yun said affectionately, then kissed her snow-white earlobe, gently sucking on it.

Su Xue seemed particularly sensitive to that spot; feeling the warmth and moisture from the boy's mouth, her body trembled again, and goosebumps rose on her skin.

"Xue'er, shouldn't you keep the promise you made this morning?" Lu Yun, still wanting more, released her now red and burning earlobe and continued in a soft voice.

"Keep it? Forget about it! This morning you used every means to coerce me; I only did it as a temporary measure. How can that count?" Su Xue said firmly.

Lu Yun knew her principles well, so he loved and respected her even more. He slowly said, "These are all debts you owe me. I'll collect them all on our wedding night."

Hearing him mention marriage, Su Xue understood his sincerity and was deeply moved. Thinking of the passionate lovemaking that night, her pretty face flushed red, and she whispered softly, "If that time comes, Xue'er will repay you for everything." She then lowered her head deeply.

Feeling the boundless tenderness in her words, Lu Yun was also captivated. He thought how beautiful mutual love was, and how fortunate he was to have her favor.

The two embraced tightly, feeling the flowing warmth, wishing it could last forever. After a long while, Su Xue said softly, "Alright, have you hugged enough? Let go. I really have to go. Madam hasn't gone to sleep yet." Though she said this, her tone carried a hint of longing.

Thinking of her mother still waiting, Lu Yun nodded silently, reluctantly letting go of her hand. He then whispered something in her ear, like a needle dropping to the ground, causing the girl to blush again and quickly run out of the room. Watching her receding figure, he smiled sincerely.

In the deep, ancient Lu Clan Ancestral Hall, a noblewoman dressed in simple clothes sat quietly before a jade statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva, softly chanting scriptures. Her eyes were gently closed, one hand lightly tapping the red wooden fish in front of her in rhythm with the chanting, the other tapping the Bodhi beads in her hand. Her face was kind and gentle. Suddenly, a soft opening of the door was heard. The noblewoman opened her eyes, put down what she was holding, turned around, and said gently, "Xue'er, you're back? Why were you gone for so long? Did that brat bully you again? I'll teach him a lesson tomorrow."

Hearing the lady's words, Su Xue recalled his parting words, and the blush that had just faded returned to her cheeks. She shook her head repeatedly, saying, "No, no, the young master treats me very well."

The noblewoman gave her a meaningful look and said calmly, "He does treat you very well, better than anyone else, including me, his old mother."

Su Xue trembled, so ashamed she wanted to disappear into the ground. She said softly, "Madam, I'm just a maid; I dare not have any unrealistic hopes."

The noblewoman simply looked at her quietly for a long time, then stepped forward and tightly grasped her cold, delicate hands, saying in a kind tone, "Silly child, dry hands..." "Mother doesn't blame you. It's only natural and ethical. Besides, your feelings were genuine and within the bounds of propriety; you didn't do anything outrageous or immoral. It's just that I've wronged you, making you share a husband with another woman. I'm truly sorry. The marriage between the Lu and Wen families was arranged when my late father was alive. How can the Lu family of Fanyang break their promise? Don't worry, that girl from the Wen family is easygoing and doesn't have any ulterior motives. She won't bully you. You must get along well with her and be understanding of her spoiled, pampered nature." Su Xue could no longer contain her emotions and buried herself deeply in the noblewoman's warm embrace, nodding vigorously, her tears soaking the noblewoman's plain white dress.

"Silly child, alright, stop crying. Your godmother has watched you grow up since you were little, how could I not know what you're thinking? Don't worry, that brat may be glib and frivolous at times, but he would never betray you. You've been together day and night for eighteen years, how can outsiders compare to such a bond? Besides, you won't just be a concubine. Our Lu family can follow the ancient tradition of the legendary goddess Ehuang and Nüying, and won't wrong you. If you really become a concubine, how can I face your parents in the afterlife?" The noblewoman patted the girl's trembling shoulders gently.

The crying gradually subsided, and Su Xue raised her tear-streaked face, looking gratefully at the woman before her who treated her like a mother, and called out with deep affection, "Mom, thank you for your kindness."

"Silly child, we're all family, why say such things?" the noblewoman said with a smile. Only now did she realize that the noblewoman was Wang Shi, the mistress of the Fanyang Lu family, and Lu Yun's biological mother. Su Xue's parents died early. Her mother had been Wang Shi Yun Ying's personal maid when she was still unmarried, and the two were like sisters. Su Xue's mother accompanied Wang Shi to the Lu family as part of her dowry. She developed feelings for one of Lu Yun's father's personal servants, and Wang Shi arranged their wedding. Unfortunately, fate intervened. Just as their happy day was approaching, Su Xue's mother died in childbirth, and Su Xue's father, heartbroken, fell ill and died, leaving behind a lonely little girl. Wang Shi adopted her as her goddaughter and raised her in the Lu family. Because Su Xue's deceased mother loved plum blossoms, Wang Shi, with her family's scholarly tradition, named her Su Xue after the famous line about plum blossoms: "Pure beauty shines in the cold snow, its fragrance wafts in the morning breeze," to comfort the departed. Thus began Lu Yun and Su Xue's eighteen years of close companionship and growing affection. Coupled with their good looks, they were truly a match made in heaven. Of course, the story of Lu Yun and Wen Yi is a later tale, with its own twists and turns.

Chapter 3 Adding Fragrance to

Lu Yun's Sleeves Lu Yun slept soundly all night. When he opened his eyes, it was already bright daylight. Thinking of the tender and romantic moments of the previous day, his heart was filled with joy, and the corners of his mouth naturally turned up. However, the thought of his pre-arranged marriage—his late father had specially arranged for him to marry the youngest daughter of his old friend Wen Gong Guanlin before his death—made him furrow his brow. His daughter's age, family background, appearance, knowledge, and refinement were all impeccable. But to marry someone he had only met once, especially after he already had a childhood sweetheart, Lu Yun couldn't help but frown. He only wanted to get drunk with Du Ke and Zheng Huang, so he could forget everything else.

After a hasty wash, Lu Yun went out of his room to have breakfast and then went to greet his mother. Walking on the bluestone path in the courtyard, Lu Yun was still considering whether to tell his mother everything about his relationship with Su Xue. He idly kicked at the pebbles at his feet, and before he knew it, he had arrived at the entrance of the ancestral hall. Lu Yun pushed open the door as usual, looked at his mother's familiar back, and said softly, "Mother, good morning, your son has come to pay his respects." His tone was very calm.

"Hmm, I know. Go to your study and study hard. Your three-year mourning period is over, and you will be taking the imperial examination next spring. Take advantage of this winter to review the Four Books and Five Classics that you have neglected for so long. Our Lu family has been a family of officials and scholars for generations. Your grandfather and father were both qualified to take the imperial examination. Your father's only wish before his death was to see you pass the examination, achieve something great, bring glory to the family, and then marry and have children to continue the Lu family's nearly thousand-year lineage." Wang Shi said with the same emotionless tone.

"I know, I will go to study now and will certainly not fail the expectations of our ancestors." As he said this, a layer of gloom appeared in Lu Yun's originally bright eyes, and his tone was filled with a deep sense of desolation and loneliness. Perhaps, the too glorious family history was the heavy pressure for Lu Yun, making it difficult for him to move forward and making it hard for him to breathe.

"To make the ruler like Yao and Shun, and to restore the purity of customs," Wang said with a hint of emotion, then continued, "This is the dream of all scholars in the world. Yun'er, do you know who said it?"

"I know, it was Du Fu's lifelong wish. It's just a pity that the country was broken and there was chaos every year, causing him to die alone on a boat with regret. Every time I think of it, I can't help but sigh," Lu Yun said sadly.

"It's good that you know. A man should be like Du Zimei, aspiring to 'cultivate himself, regulate his family, govern the state, and bring peace to the world,' and not be blindly indulging in romantic love while abandoning his country and the world," Wang said solemnly, turning around to look at her son with a deep frown.

"I will follow Mother's instructions. I will go back to my studies now and take my leave," Lu Yun said helplessly, wanting only to turn around and quickly escape. He left in a hurry without waiting for a reply. Wang watched his receding figure, sighed softly, and turned back to the dim light of the lamp.

Running out of the ancestral hall, Lu Yun secretly rejoiced. Thankfully, he hadn't revealed his affair with Su Xue; otherwise, he didn't know what terrible things his stubborn mother might do. Thinking of this, Lu Yun remembered his mother's earlier words, warning him not to get caught up in romantic relationships—a subtle hint. Perhaps his mother had noticed something? Sigh, things were a mess. Lu Yun was overwhelmed, feeling like the road ahead was fraught with uncertainty and directionlessness. "I'll just go back to reading," Lu Yun consoled himself.

Deep in thought, Lu Yun returned to his study, picked up a book from the shelf at random, and began reading—a copy of the *Classic of Poetry*, which suited his taste perfectly. He casually turned a page to a poem, "The Drumming" from the Book of Songs, Beifeng. The lines, "In life and death, in separation and reunion, we made a vow. Holding your hand, we will grow old together," are timeless verses that speak of countless partings and reunions throughout history. Lu Yun was deeply moved. He rose and stood by the window, gazing into the distance. Within his sight were the tombs of the eleven emperors of the Western Han Dynasty, scattered across the Five Mausoleums Plain, their fates inextricably intertwined, a thousand years having passed in the blink of an eye, only to be recounted again from the beginning. It was the winter solstice, and Chang'an City was still bustling with activity, but it had no connection whatsoever to the Han imperial tombs on the Five Mausoleums Plain. Everything seemed like a distant memory, appearing strange and surreal in the continuous winter rain, yet tinged with an inexplicable desolation. The Han Dynasty had been gone for over six hundred years. Who would remember that this place was once the magnificent Weiyang Palace? Who would recall the sorrowful image of the "painted fan in the west wind" in the Jiaofang Palace? Did Wang Zhaojun, who "went to the northern deserts once more, leaving only her green tomb facing the twilight," ever regret her self-recommendation to go to the frontier? After Zhaojun's departure, Emperor Yuan of Han lamented every night, filled with regret, wondering why he couldn't have ascended the throne and severed all ties. Lu Yun's gaze grew increasingly vacant, as if he could see through a thousand years of history, where he saw the desolate and lifeless Weiyang Palace in the misty waters of the Western Han Dynasty. The melancholic Emperor Yuan sat alone at his desk, his brows furrowed, playing his jade flute, faintly reciting "Autumn Moon over the Han Palace," a lament, a yearning, a sorrow that broke the heart, making one want to sing a long, mournful song.

Lu Yun wasn't usually so prone to melancholy; was it the drizzling rain that stirred his melancholy? Or was it the urgent sound of the pipa from the nearby music hall that had sowed his soul? It had all caused the dashing young Lu Yun to be so sorrowful.

After a long while, Lu Yun snapped out of his reverie and picked up a copy of "The Doctrine of the Mean" to study it carefully, losing track of time. In the blink of an eye, the morning had passed. A clear female voice broke the silence, and Su Xue gracefully entered carrying a bamboo basket. Perhaps she had gained her future mother-in-law's approval the night before, as she seemed to be in a good mood and was completely unaffected by the gloomy weather.

“Wait a minute, let’s eat first. Look at you, always drinking and having fun, but once you start reading, you forget everything else.” Su Xue said with a smile, her eyes filled with undisguised, deep love for Lu Yun.

“How could I forget everything? I was just thinking about you. As they say, ‘a day apart feels like three autumns,’ I’ve missed you terribly.” Lu Yun put down his book, picked up the bamboo basket, and said flippantly.

“Alright, hurry up and eat, it’ll get cold soon.” Su Xue was already used to his manner and said helplessly.

Soon, the meal was finished. Su Xue cleared away the dishes and left gracefully, while Lu Yun concentrated on his studies again. Everything was so harmonious and beautiful. In this way, quite some time passed. Lu Yun was “oblivious to everything else, focusing solely on his studies,” while Su Xue took meticulous care of his daily needs. At night, she would add fragrance to his ink, keeping him company as he studied, which was quite pleasant.

Time flies like water, and more than four months have passed in the blink of an eye. Today is the fourteenth day of the third month of the fifth year of Yuanhe, clearly early spring, and the time for the imperial examination is drawing ever closer. With his beloved by his side day and night, enjoying the company of her, Lu Yun's slightly anxious heart has become much calmer. Upon waking up this morning, Lu Yun suddenly realized that he hadn't left home for some time, and tomorrow was the night of the full moon. So he summoned his servant boy and invited Du Ke, Zheng Huang, and others to meet him the next day for a drink. Stepping out of his room, he found the temperature unusually cold, no less so than the coldest days of winter, with a biting wind howling from north to south, hinting at a chilly spring. The overcast sky completely dampened Lu Yun's enthusiasm for riding out for some fresh air, and he could only continue studying alone in his study.

Lu Yun had been reading all day without seeing Su Xue's beautiful figure, and a sense of unease settled in his heart. He truly felt the pangs of longing, as if "a day apart feels like three autumns." Remembering his mother's admonition against indulging in romantic feelings, a chill ran through him. He shook his head, dismissing the thought, and continued his studies under the lamp. Suddenly, he heard a sound outside the window. Opening it, he saw that it was snowing lightly on this early spring night. Lu Yun was astonished. Thinking of their reunion tomorrow, he realized that if the snow and flowers were in full bloom, it would be a wonderful thing. Relieved, he decided to go out and check the snowfall. Lu Yun acted on his thought, getting up and knocking on the door. Just as he was about to head towards the outer courtyard, he heard a soft scolding: "It's snowing so heavily outside, are you going off to run around again?" It was Su Xue, whom he hadn't seen all day. She had just returned from fulfilling a vow at the White Horse Temple in Luoyang with Wang Shi and had rushed over to see him.

Lu Yun smiled slightly and said, "It's so late, I didn't think of anywhere to go. I came out to see how heavy the snow was. We've arranged to go to Lou Wai Lou for drinks tomorrow. If the wind and rain are too strong, we'll have to reschedule." He then stepped forward to embrace his beloved, but she dodged him. Su Xue said resentfully, "I've only been away from home for a day, and you've already made plans to drink with someone. Who knows if you're going to Qinghefang to see your old flame and ease your longing? You're full of lies."

Sensing his beloved's unwarranted jealousy, Lu Yun smiled bitterly and said helplessly, "My old flame is right here. Why would I go all the way to Qinghefang? It's cold outside, let's go inside." He then pulled Su Xue's cold, delicate hand into the room.

As soon as they entered the room, Su Xue said sullenly, "Stop trying to fool me. Tell me honestly, which vixen are you going to see tomorrow?"

Lu Yun frowned deeply, all the joy of their hasty meeting vanishing. He said in a hoarse voice, "If that's how you see it, there's nothing I can do." He then turned and sat down at the table, continuing to read.

Su Xue, however, wasn't angry at all. She leaned forward and hugged

him from behind, saying gently, "Are you really angry? I was just teasing you. Have you missed me all day?" Lu Yun didn't say anything, but suddenly turned around and hugged the girl. Su Xue leaned to one side and naturally sat on his lap. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with a deep longing, a moment where "silence speaks louder than words." Outside, snow was falling heavily, and the night was cool as water, but inside the room, it was burning hot, as if trying to incinerate the two of them. Gradually, their lips were about to touch. Suddenly, as if by telepathy, both of them regained their clarity and turned their heads away, their faces flushed. After a long while, Su Xue struggled to get up from Lu Yun's arms, softly saying, "Let me go back. It's too late, the dew is heavy, aren't you afraid I'll get cold?" Lu Yun, however, showed no intention of letting go, instead holding the beauty in his arms even tighter, murmuring, "Will this make me warmer?" Su Xue knew his intentions, and although she was reluctant to leave, she absolutely could not stay overnight. She struggled even more, saying, "Alright! There's plenty of time. Let me go tonight."

"Xue'er, stay with me tonight?" Lu Yun's voice was slightly hoarse, as if he was trying his best to restrain something. Su Xue trembled violently upon hearing this, and hurriedly said, "No, absolutely not," breaking free from his embrace as she spoke.

Lu Yun felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, and he immediately deflated

. Seeing that she was determined to leave, he didn't try to stop her, only saying, "Be careful, the road is slippery." The two were silent for a moment, exchanging a few quick glances before Su Xue turned and left. Lu Yun, whose desire had just been stirred, was abruptly pushed back down. Frustrated, he quickly turned off the light and went to sleep.

Outside, the snow fell heavily, seemingly mocking the couple who were desperately trying to restrain themselves, yet also praising them for maintaining their final boundary on such a night. The north wind blew all night long.

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