The Strange Tales of Langshi

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Volume One of the Strange Tales of History, Chapter　 One: The Night

of Clouds and Rain – Today's Tale of Romantic Affairs , Passed Down Through the Ages.

The poem reads:

"The Purple Spring Palace is locked in mist and haze, Desiring to seize the desolate city as his imperial home; The jade seal did not return to the sun's horn, The brocade sails must have reached the ends of the earth.

Now, rotting grass has no fireflies, Ancient willows are only graced by crows at dusk; If one were to meet the last emperor of Chen in the underworld, Would it be fitting to inquire again about the flowers of the rear courtyard?"

These eight lines are from a poem by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty titled "The Sui Palace." This Emperor Yang of Sui, indulging in licentious desires and

unrestrained ambitions, built the Eastern Palace and the Xianren Palace, transporting rare materials and stones from south of the Yangtze River and north of

the Five Ridges to Luoyang, and also seeking fine trees and exotic herbs from across the land. Rare birds and beasts filled the gardens. From Chang'an to Jiangdu, he established more than forty detached palaces. Fragrant herbs lingered in every place. He also built

the Western Garden, two hundred li in circumference, within which was a sea, more than ten li in circumference, a square zhang (approximately 33 meters). The Penglai and Yingzhou islands, pavilions, palaces, and towers

were scattered across the mountains , and the Dragon Scale Canal flowed around the north of the sea. Sixteen palaces were built along the canal within the palace grounds, each with its gate facing the canal. Each

palace was presided over by a fourth-rank lady.

The buildings were extravagantly luxurious. When the palace trees withered in winter, colorful flowers and leaves were cut and used to adorn the branches. When the colors changed, new ones were replaced.

It was as if in the spring pond, colorful water chestnuts and lotus leaves were also painted. These were displayed permanently throughout the sixteen palaces. They competed to outdo each other in their exquisite

beauty and splendor. The emperor, in his favor, would have thousands of palace women ride through the Western Garden under the moonlight, composing the "Qingye Youqu" (A Night's Excursion) and playing it on

horseback . Such extravagance was unparalleled in later generations. The emperor once looked at his reflection and said, "What a fine head! Who will cut it off?" Later,

he was assassinated by Yuwen Huaji in Jiangdu, and his wealth and power ultimately went to others. Later, Bao Rong wrote a poem lamenting this: "

Willows sway in the mist as the sun sets in the west; the wind blows back from the bamboo grove, and geese fly over the beautiful sand.

Emperor Yang's spring outing still lingers in the ancient city; the old palace is filled with fragrant grasses. "

Liu Cangjing, having passed through Emperor Yang's temporary palace, also composed a poem to lament its passing: "

This place once saw the imperial carriage pass by, what has become of the floating clouds and flowing water? The fragrance of the southern beauties has faded, resentment fills the east wind and fragrant grasses abound.

Green willows hang dew-laden leaves before the palace, the setting sun casts a vast mist on the river; travelers yearn for Guangling, the ancient ferry is bright with moonlight and the sound of songs can be heard."

Now, why do I speak of this today? I have no other reason than that during the Zhizhi era of the Yuan Dynasty,

there was a minor scholar in Qiantang. This minor scholar, let's not even mention him, for he was so remarkable that

the pillar of Buzhou Mountain collapsed, and the Qiantang River flowed backwards. Indeed:

"Look at the Han dynasty's achievements, the Five Mausoleums are barren, autumn winds blow."

What was this scholar's name, and what did he do? Let's find out in the next chapter.

Chapter Two: The Jade Pavilion Visitor Meets Xiao Antong on the Way and Follows Him. (

Collected Tang Dynasty Five-Character Regulated Verse:

Cold Food Festival, Riverside Village Road, Wind-blown Flowers Planted High and Low; River Mist Lightly Rising, Bamboo Sun Shining Brightly).

A message to the traveler of Peach Blossom Spring: such places are rare, both in the human world and in heaven; I wonder when I will be able to return with you. Now, let

us speak of this young scholar, surnamed Mei, given name Suxian, courtesy name Yanqing. He was only eighteen years old. Because he was fond of

wandering the world of pleasure, everyone called him the Prodigal Son. Today, let us refer to him as the

Prodigal Son. His father had once served as an Imperial Censor. However, he offended the Imperial Censor Tiemu, who reported this to Emperor Yingzong, resulting in his dismissal and retirement to his hometown. Within a few years,

both he and his wife died. This Imperial Censor had adopted a niece as his stepdaughter, now sixteen years old, named

Junqing . She was like a sister to the Prodigal Son, and the two lived alone.

One day, on the Qingming Festival, the weather was fine, neither too cold nor too warm, with orioles and swallows everywhere, and willows and

peaches in full bloom—truly a beautiful scene. The prodigal son said to the young woman, "I'm going out today to have some fun and then I'll be back."

The young woman replied, "Go with me, brother." The prodigal son then straightened his clothes, called Lu Zhu and Jin Fu to follow him, bid farewell to

the young woman, went out the gate, and headed east. How strange! It was truly a case of: "

Those destined to meet will meet even from a thousand miles away; those not destined will never meet even face to face."

A group of people in red and green approached. What kind of people were they? This was the Wang family's tomb-sweeping day,

and many women dressed in fashionable and novel clothes, with heavy and light makeup, had come together at this place. The prodigal

son couldn't avoid them and stood on the side of the steps, stealing glances. Among them was a woman dressed in white, nearly twenty years old, with eyes

like autumn waters and eyebrows like spring mountains. She possessed indescribable charm and a graceful figure, like a fairy from the Jade Terrace, or

Chang'e from the moon. Upon seeing her, the prodigal son was utterly captivated, his soul leaving him speechless for half a day. He thought to himself, "I've never seen a woman like her before.

It's a pity she's not my beloved wife. My life is now in your hands." Jin Fu chuckled to himself and

said, "My lord, you've done well again today." The playboy said, "Lu Zhu, come with me and follow her from

afar . Find out what kind of family they are, ask around carefully, and if we can get them to pay their respects, then I'll be glad even if I die." Who is Lu Zhu?

This Lu Zhu is only sixteen years old, beautiful as a woman, and extremely clever and intelligent. The playboy loves her very much, like

a husband and wife. Lu Zhu immediately replied, "What my lord says, I will go." Before long, she returned.

The prodigal son asked, "Lu Zhu, how did your inquiry go?" Lu Zhu replied, "I'm telling you, sir, this family isn't just anyone; it's the

Wang family of the Imperial Academy student in the West Gate. This young woman in white is the Imperial Academy student's wife.

She was on her way to pay respects at a grave outside the North Gate and passed by here. Her servant boy, who was once my classmate and friend, is telling the truth. I asked him

who this old woman was, and he said she was a female attendant, whom my lady adores and can't bear to be apart from for even a moment. I also asked him

what her name was, and he said it was Zhang, and she lived at the entrance of Nanwanzi. But he didn't tell her anything else. I don't know what you mean, sir."

The prodigal son said, "You're quite accurate." Lu Zhu said, "According to what Lu Zhu said, the key lies

with ."

The prodigal son said, "You're right. I'll go back and decide what to do next." The three of them then returned home.

Indeed :

A few words cleared the path down the mountain, a few words brought up the person from the dream.

What will happen next? Let's find out in the next chapter.

Chapter Three: Consort Li Wenfei's Visit to the Sun Stirs Up Romance, Granny Zhang Picks Up a Letter to Express Her Feelings. (

Two Five-Character Quatrains from the Tang Dynasty):

A beauty rolls up the beaded curtain, sitting deep within, her brows furrowed; only tear stains are seen, but who knows whom she hates in her heart?

Her beauty fades each morning, her thoughts of her beloved are unknown to him; to know the depth of her longing, she will tomorrow inquire of a boatman.

Meanwhile, the prodigal son arrived home, where his sister greeted him, asking for lunch and then tea. The prodigal

son said to his sister, "I haven't combed my hair in a long time; tomorrow I'll summon a court lady. There's a female court lady outside, which would be good." His sister replied

, "Brother, whatever you prefer." The two went to their respective rooms. Nothing happened that day.

The next morning, after breakfast, the prodigal son asked Lu Zhu to summon Granny Zhang. She arrived early, and after they met, Granny Zhang

went to the room to comb the prodigal son's hair, and the two chatted amongst themselves. In the middle of their conversation, the prodigal son asked, "

Do you know the family of Wang Jiansheng of Ximen ?" The old woman replied, "Master Wang's wife is named Li Wenfei, and she can't do without me for a moment. Yesterday, she invited me

to go to sweep her grave, but I don't recognize her. Why do you ask her, sir?" The prodigal son said, "There's a reason for asking her." The old woman...

After hurriedly combing her hair, she asked, "What did you ask him, sir?" The prodigal son then took out five taels of silver and a fine silk ingot, placed them

on the table, and said, "Give this to Mother." The old woman said, "Sir, this is a great gift. I dare not accept so much."

The prodigal son said, "Take it for now. I need your help. If you succeed, I will reward you handsomely." The old woman immediately put it away

, saying, "Whatever you need, sir, I will do my best." The prodigal son said, "Yesterday I saw that wicked Li Wenfei,

and my soul "

Upon hearing this, the old woman frowned, an idea came to her mind, and she said with a grin, "Sir, do you really want her?" The prodigal son said, "Yes, I do."

The old woman whispered in her ear, "Just do it this way and you'll get it done." The prodigal son nodded and said repeatedly, "

After it's done, I will reward you handsomely, Mother." The old woman then took her leave. At that time, the prodigal son wore a headscarf and brightly colored clothes. Wearing

crimson shoes and carrying a Xiangfei fan with a fragrant ball hanging from it, she called for Lu Zhu and gracefully

passed by the Wang family's gate.

Now, Li Wenfei, though young and clever, was fond of playing tricks. It was around the time of the Qingming Festival, and

the streets were bustling with men and women. Wenfei had re-hung the beaded curtain in the side room by the gate and invited Granny Zhang and several maids

to watch the travelers coming and going. Just then, a young man passed by, strikingly handsome and elegantly dressed. She felt a certain

fondness for him and said to Granny Zhang, "This young man, I suppose he's the son of some noble family?" Granny Zhang seized the opportunity and said, "

This scholar is the son of Minister Mei, eighteen years old, and very talented. My wife frequents his house and knows he

's fond of romance; once he sees a woman, he's inseparable from her." Wenfei said, "That's typical of young people."

Granny Zhang said, "Exactly." After hearing this, Wenfei remained silent for a long time, lost in thought. She asked herself, and her heart

asked herself, thinking, "With such a lovely young official, so sweet and affectionate in bed, I could cuddle, hug, and

play with him for a while and I'd be completely smitten. What would I, as his husband, need?" The old woman said, "He said he recognized you." Wenfei

laughed , "If a scholar like you is lying, how could he possibly recognize me?" The old woman said, "He saw me the other day when we were sweeping the graves." Wenfei

asked, "What did he say?"

The old woman said, "He said you're beautiful, a rare beauty in the world, and it's a pity I'm unlucky enough to have married into the Wang family."

Wenfei laughed, "It's not that he's unlucky." The old woman said, "If it's not that he's unlucky, then who is?" Wenfei

smiled but remained silent. A moment later, Consort Wen asked again, "Did he ask me anything?" The old woman replied, "He asked about your character and

age . I said I was a woman of marriageable age and it wasn't appropriate to tell him." Consort Wen said, "It wouldn't hurt to tell him." The old woman laughed

, "To be honest, I told him everything. I said you're clever and only nineteen years old. He said you're adorable."

Consort Wen said, "Men are so unreasonable. I don't know what he's thinking." That night, she went inside

and couldn't sleep all night. She thought, "How could I bear to hear his words? It's better to let them out in this room."

The next morning, after breakfast, the old woman arrived. She hung up the beaded curtain again, and the two sat down. She saw the playboy walk by again,

looking completely different from yesterday. He had changed into a new set of clothes, and a strange fragrance wafted through the air. The woman became even more aroused

, thinking to herself, "I love him, but does he know that I don't?" Because of this playboy, the woman never again

lowered the curtain, and she saw him for five days in a row.

Opposite the curtain was a public latrine. One day, a prodigal son relieved himself there, leaning to one side, using his fingertips to hold the whisk

handle. The clever woman noticed the whisk handle; it was red and white, hairless, long and large. Unconsciously, her vulva swelled,

and her juices flowed freely, soaking her trousers as if they were waterlogged. Her eyes were blurred, her cheeks flushed, and she could not

restrain herself. The prodigal son finished, and as he left, he unknowingly dropped something into his sleeve, and walked away. The old woman lifted

the curtain and picked up the object, saying, "What kind of letter is this? It's been left here." She looked at it carefully, but there was no cover.

She handed it to Consort Wen, saying, "Your Majesty, please take a look. If it's not a proper letter, I won't have to

return it to him." Consort Wen took it and opened it. It wasn't a letter at all, but a private letter, which was then given to her.

It was truly :

"The hand that crushes the king and destroys the flower, now it withers the first plum blossom on the river."

There was a song titled "Joy Before the Palace" to prove it: "

Just outside the door, I've already seen five hundred years; the karmic debt of longing, if not for loosening my belt, revealing my flirtatious nature. How could this

nemesis fill my heart, and even more so for scattering that sincere letter into the dust. The matchmaker who picked up the letter, clearly playing with needle and thread. I only see that he

was naturally clever, but at that time his heart was filled with sorrow and change.

What was the outcome afterward? Let's hear the next chapter."

Chapter Four: Chun Jiao devises a plan; the old woman in the mulberry grove sends a letter to summon Yu Lang.

A Tang Dynasty seven-character quatrain: "

People strive to see the scenery of the four seasons, gazing at the moon's continuous beauty, yet lamenting its imperfections; in the world, flowers are planted in the fields, red apricots lean against the clouds by the sun.

It's not that I love flowers to the point of death, but I fear that the flowers will wither and old age will hasten; tonight, the bright moon shines in my study, the tender buds discuss opening slowly."

It is said that Consort Wen received the letter and read it. The letter on the road read:

"I, Su Xian,

bow twice, and respectfully present this to Consort Wen: On my way to my esteemed residence, I encountered your radiant face from afar. I felt as if I were a fairy, an untamable being. Though we have never

been together , I dream of you every night, and our spirits have long been intertwined. I am fortunate that you do not reject me, and dare to send this letter to convey my feelings.

" Consort Wen, after reading it, thought to herself, "She also has my heart; my feelings have not been in vain."

She then hid the letter in her sleeve and said to the old woman, "You're being frivolous." The old woman laughed, "You're just trying to fool me.

Let me show it to someone else." She then reached into her sleeve to retrieve the letter. Consort Wen snatched it, refusing to let go, saying, "

Old woman , this is not the place to talk. I'll take you to the room, and I'll return it to you then." The two dragged each other into the room

.

Consort Wen then dismissed all the servants, leaving only her trusted maid, Chun Jiao, and the old woman standing there. Consort Wen

said, "I have something to tell you two. If you succeed, you will be richly rewarded." The two replied, "

We are delighted to hear it." Consort Wen said, "I have taken a liking to this Master Mei, and he has taken a liking to me. This letter

is a private letter." The old woman said to Chun Jiao, "What's so difficult about this? Just reward us handsomely, and we'll guarantee your

success." Consort Wen said, "Mother, I'll do as you say." The old woman said, "Since he has this letter, you can

write a reply and arrange a date. But there's one problem: we don't have a way to get him." Chun Jiao said,

"No problem. Aunt Zhao at the back gate only has my daughter and me. Even if we hide her away, it would be good if she stayed in the room with Your Highness tonight

. Besides, Aunt Zhao is usually looked after by Your Highness. Tell her about this affair, and give

her four or five taels of silver, and she'll have no excuse." The old woman said, "That's good." Consort Wen said, "In that case,

you should tell him."

Upon arriving at Aunt Zhao's house, Chun Jiao saw Aunt Zhao sitting there deep in thought, holding a silver hairpin. Chun Jiao

called , "Auntie! What do you need that hairpin for?" Aunt Zhao replied, "My daughter and I can't

make a living doing needlework. We thank Your Excellency for your constant help, but we feel ashamed that we haven't repaid you properly and don't want to bother you again. Today we're short of fish and vegetables,

so we need to pawn this hairpin, which is why we're hesitating." Chun Jiao smiled and said, "What a coincidence! What a coincidence! I have some silver; how about lending it to you?"

She then tossed five taels of silver onto the table. Aunt Zhao quickly asked, "Where did you get this?" Chun Jiao hugged Aunt Zhao's ear

and whispered, "It's like this..." Aunt Zhao thought for a while and said, "It's alright, but I can't accept silver."

Chun Jiao pushed the silver into Aunt Zhao's sleeve and hurried back. She smiled slightly and said, "Your Majesty has already agreed.

He said he's received so much favor in the past, how could he accept this money today? I had to refuse him several times before he finally accepted

it."

Consort Wen said, "What a capable girl! Find a good husband for you the day after tomorrow." Chun Jiao smiled and said, "I've seen

my husband a few times, and I like him a bit too. If there's anything in the future, Your Majesty, don't be jealous, consider it a reward

."

Consort Wen said, "Little girl, stop gossiping." Then she took a piece of gold phoenix paper and wrote: "

Your concubine, Li, bows a hundred times and respectfully replies to my esteemed husband, Yanqing:

Life is for joy, what need is there for wealth and honor? My fate is unkind, Heaven has not favored me, and has not made me a suitable wife for you.

How sad it is to be judged by such vulgar people! Upon seeing your beautiful face, I could not commit to you. I just read your fine letter, and I am overjoyed

. We agree to meet on the thirteenth night of the day after tomorrow, to hold hands and talk heart to heart, so as not to waste this beautiful moment. I respectfully present this sachet as a token of my affection."

After finishing writing, she used her delicate hands to take the sachet of incense from the flirtatious courtesan and made a pair.

She then took out four silver ingots and gave them to the old woman, saying, "Use these to buy tea. Go tell Master Mei, 'You are

thoughtful, and so am I. My husband is going to a friend's house to celebrate a birthday the day after tomorrow; he can come over for a visit.'" The old woman said, "Thank you for

the generous silver. I will go and give it to him myself." After saying this, she left. Consort Wen then bought Chun Jiao. She went to sleep and closed her eyes.

She thought, "That rascal, I must have him put that good egg inside me and not let him stop. I'll just kill him

."

After thinking for a while, she hugged a pillow and kissed it for a while. Her vulva was itchy and unbearable, but she forced herself to stay still.

That day, Wang Jiansheng was not at home; he was drinking at a friend's house. He did not return until the second watch of the night. The woman had waited half the day, hoping

her husband would return and spoil the mood. Unexpectedly, her husband was drunk and could not perform sexual intercourse. The woman held the handle in her mouth for a while, bit it,

and went to bed in the inner chamber. Just as she closed her eyes, she saw the rogue enter with a grin. The woman said, "My darling, you've come

?" The rogue answered, took off his clothes, went to the bed, and was about to make love. The woman half-heartedly resisted, pointing to

her husband, saying, "He's here, it's not safe. Let's go to the east bed and play." The rogue angrily turned and walked away.

The woman panicked and quickly embraced him. When she opened her eyes, she realized it was all a dream. She was

embracing her husband, who was still unconscious from his drunken stupor. Wenfei shook her husband twice, but he didn't wake up. Wenfei sighed, and

spent the night in a daze, half-asleep.

The next day, the student prepared gifts, gave instructions to his family, and then went to the capital. Now, let's turn to another story. The old woman, carrying

the sachet and invitation, went straight to the prodigal son's house. He led her to his room and asked, "How did things go?" The old woman replied

, "Just take the thank-you money and buy some wedding wine." The prodigal son said, "A promise is a promise. I

will not go back on my word." The old woman then explained the whole story in detail. She said, "Go wait at Aunt Zhao's house at the back gate."

She then handed the sachet and invitation to the prodigal son, saying, "This is not easy to obtain." The prodigal son took it, as if it were

a precious jewel

Smiling, he opened it and read it. He loved the sachet dearly. After reading the letter, he said, "Thank you,

Mother Thank heaven and earth! Today I'm dressed up and going to be a groom!" The two parted ways, and before they knew it, a day had passed,

then another day, and now it was the thirteenth day. It was truly a day of fleeting moments:

The sunlight outside the window flashed by, the flower shadows at the banquet shifted with time.

The appointed day had arrived; would he go or not? Let's find out in the next chapter.

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