The Lantern and the Moon (Complete Masterpiece)

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This is a classic piece of erotic fiction, and it's difficult to find a complete version online. This piece took considerable effort to create, simply to satisfy the desires of my readers. I originally intended to post it in the long-form section, but unfortunately, I lack the space and permissions (frustrating). If you like it, please be kind enough to click the "Like" button on the right.

Chapter 1: Dragon Lantern Race Meets Beauty in Peach Blossom Spring

Chapter 2: A Passionate Man Invites a Beautiful Maid for Pleasure

Chapter 3: Upside Down, Three People Become Two Couples

Chapter 4: Joy Turns to Sorrow, Two Villains Brew a Night of Calamity Chapter

5: The Fake Princess Makes a Scene on the Lantern Festival

Chapter 6: Pretty Plum Blossoms with Clouds on the Fragrance of the Lantern Chapter 7: Dai Jiaofeng Steals a Lover Under the Moon Chapter 8: The Jade-Faced Fox Loses Her Treasure While

Drunk Chapter 9: A Poem Spreads on the Post Station Wall, a Thousand Pieces of Gold Redeem a Beautiful Woman Chapter 10: A Mirror Matches the Lantern Festival, A Hundred Years of Reunion as a Couple Chapter 11 : Li Shi Searches for Her Husband at the Shop Chapter 12: Yao Sheng Enters a Dream at Bishan Hall Chapter 1: Dragon Lantern Race Meets Beauty in Peach Blossom Spring Poem: Where does the spring breeze carry longing? It always resides on the tender red and green branches; Don't be surprised that the crying ducks peek through the embroidered curtains, Pity the cassia tree entwined with gossamer threads. The radiant jade-like beauty holds the sun's glow, the drops of water fall like Wenji's first marriage; Winning a glance and a smile, even the most accustomed to such sights are captivated. During the Chongzhen era of the Ming Dynasty, in Leshui County, Huangzhou Prefecture, Huguang Province, there lived a scholar named Zhen Jin, whose courtesy name was Shuangnan. His ancestors were from Linqing, Dongchang Prefecture. When he was nearly 30, he had a son named Chuyu, courtesy name Liancheng. He loved reading and could memorize anything he read. By the age of ten, he was proficient in poetry, and by twenty, he had read extensively in the Li Sao and the History of the Southern Tang Dynasty. He was not only skilled in literature but also adept at writing poems and songs. He could compose verses fluently and eloquently, which impressed the villagers. They were all very impressed. Zhen Shuangnan cherished him greatly and often called him a "thousand-mile horse." One day, a fortune teller passed by and saw Zhen Jin. He praised him, saying, "What a handsome young man! It's a pity that your spirit is too clear, your appearance too youthful, and your physique too light. Although you are exceptionally intelligent, you will not achieve great success. But I am glad that your life's opportunities all come on the night of the Lantern Festival." Zhen Shuangnan heard this and immediately sent someone to invite him. In an instant, he arrived at the place where Xiangtu had disappeared. Zhen Sheng once composed a poem, "Butterfly Loves Flowers," to express his aspirations: " Why should I admire the graceful figure of Xiangru, who idly adorned himself with a soaring poem? With jade-like grace and lotus-like steps, I would not easily let elegance go to waste. Now I believe there is a path to Peach Blossom Spring. Though separated by the shade of flowers, it allows a celestial raft to cross. It is neither light smoke nor mist; it departs in the fading light and returns at dusk." Unexpectedly, Zhen Sheng was only fifteen years old when the scholar Zhen Xiucai died of illness. Although his inheritance was meager, fortunately, his mother, Lang, was skilled in managing the household. While in mourning, Zhen Sheng devoted himself to his studies and never left the house unless there was something important to do. Although he was fashionable throughout the town, no one knew him. He was closest to his classmates Ling Yasheng and Cui Zifu. They even composed a slogan: "To see a beauty, you must seek out Zhen Sheng; to catch a ghost, you don't need Zhong Kui; just paint Ling and Cui at the back door." Another slogan was: "Beauties walk with Zhong Kui, and children laugh and clap their hands in surprise." This was because Zhen Sheng had hair as black as lacquer, lips as red as solidified cinnabar, bright eyes, and delicate skin. His fair complexion reflected a rosy glow, resembling a peach blossom. If he were to dress up in a bun and wear a skirt, even Xi Shi and Wang Zhaojun would pale in comparison to him, as did Ling and Cui. Although he was barely twenty, his temples were already gray, and his face was pockmarked. When he walked with other women in the neighborhood, they would all stare at him, but when they saw Ling Cui, they would all cover their mouths and laugh. Cui Zifu once wrote a poem to tease Zhen Sheng: " His face is like jade, his body fragrant, capable of bewitching the hearts of young women; all the romance of the ages belongs to you, Zhen Sheng is only fit to be called a 'true bitch.'" Zhen Sheng, relying on his talent and good looks, wanted to marry a stunningly beautiful woman. Matchmakers came to his door daily, but they were always dissatisfied, finding fault with her appearance. Even after she turned seventeen, the engagement was still not finalized. By then, the year had passed, and it was the Lantern Festival. The county magistrate, Chen Dajue, a handsome young man, issued a proclamation to the people. "Lanterns are released, and celebrations last for five days. Therefore, both inside and outside the city, on every main street and in every small harbor, lanterns are hung, and every household is decorated. From the thirteenth day of the month until the fifteenth night, it is truly a scene of dazzling lights and boisterous music. Men and women alike crowd the streets to see the lanterns, shoulder to shoulder. So crowded, how can one truly appreciate the Lantern Festival? A poem testifies to this: ' The magnificent lanterns, the imperial guards are in full force, the water clock drips slowly, the moon shines on the streets like ants, countless beauties in purple robes and red sleeves, coming and going in pairs, alluring and alluring, like jade, almost falling from the sky, they avoid the silver candles. But looking back, one suddenly exclaims, "The Lantern Festival is a grand spectacle, only tonight is truly special!" Where does the music and laughter begin? Laughter gradually returns to the houses, the stars shift and the dust rises with the horses, drunkenly singing songs of peace and prosperity. Returning home wearily, one finds the fragrance of plum blossoms in the shadows.'" The poem "Zuo Diao Nian Nu Jiao" tells of Zhen Sheng, Ling Ya Sheng, and Cui Zi Fu, who first explored the densely lit areas of Wushan Mountain within the city, then ventured outside. There, they heard deafening gongs and drums, and the fireworks and firecrackers were even more spectacular than inside the city. They wandered about, playing in the lamplight. Suddenly, the sound of gongs rang out, and a group of young men, surrounding a large-headed monk, came dancing and teasing Liu Cui. The bamboo curtains on either side were lifted, revealing slicked-back hair. Their faces were all heavily made up, their bodies half-exposed, craning their necks to look around, but not at Yueming and Liucui. Their captivating eyes were fixed on Zhensheng's face. Laughter and chatter filled the air as people whispered that Zhensheng was beautiful, like a woman, while others pointed at Ling and Cui, giggling and saying they were quite ugly. Zhensheng felt embarrassed, took the hands of the two men, and turned to leave the bridge. Just as they crossed the bridge, a clamor arose in front of them: "Make way! Make way! The dragon lantern is coming!" "Hastily, they stood under the eaves. At first glance, it was a green dragon, about three zhang long. Everyone was dressed in short blue cotton jackets and red brocade belts, all neatly dressed. They held up dragon lanterns, which coiled and danced. After watching for a while, Zhen Sheng, along with Ling Cui and Er Yu, went to another place. It was almost the third watch, and the lanterns were gradually becoming fewer. Suddenly, two people in green robes came out from the side, carrying gauze lanterns. They shone the lanterns on a beautiful woman of sixteen or seventeen years old. She moved gracefully towards them. Zhen Sheng, however, came from the east and met her at the entrance of the alley. The woman was of medium height and had an unparalleled beauty. She looked at Zhen Sheng carefully for a while, then slowly moved a few steps, and then turned around." She turned her head slightly, a faint smile on her face. Zhen Sheng, accustomed to his study, had never witnessed such beauty before. In an instant, his soul was captivated. He then turned east, slowly following behind. The woman pretended to adjust her jade hairpin, glancing back occasionally. After about half a mile, Zhen Sheng looked around and realized Ling Fan and his son were gone. It turned out they had been heading west and had taken the wrong path. Zhen Sheng wished he were alone and followed closely. About half a mile further, the woman emerged from a dark lacquered door. An old man beside the door muttered a few complaints about the woman before locking the double doors. Zhen Sheng stood outside, reluctant to leave, when suddenly he heard a loud gong. It was a wedding procession. From the west, looking closer, another long, thick yellow dragon appeared, its head swaying and tail wagging, surging towards them. There were about thirty people, all dressed in pale yellow short-sleeved robes and blue brocade belts, their attire even more neat. They were circling and dancing. Then, the distant sound of gongs rang out, and the green dragon arrived from the east. In an instant, the two dragons were crammed together, the yellow dragon trying to pass, the green dragon trying to take the lead, creating a chaotic commotion. In their haste, they forced the green dragon to retreat and charged forward, one against the other, punching and shoving. The old man, hearing the commotion outside the door, opened it again to try and mediate. He stood frozen, leaning against the doorframe, unmoving. Suddenly, he heard from inside... A soft cough escaped his lips. Turning around, he saw it was the same woman in green who had been playing around. She stretched out her jade-like wrist, pulled at the back of her robe, and Zhen Sheng slipped inside. Just as he was about to step through the inner door, the old man, unable to dissuade him, slapped his backside and slammed the door shut, leaving Zhen Sheng terrified. He hurriedly squatted down beside the plum blossom stone, paused for a moment, then stood up, intending to go back out. But the door was bolted shut and locked with an iron lock. He pushed the inner bamboo door, but it was also tightly bolted. Above the door was a plaque inscribed with the three characters "Little Peach Blossom Spring." It turned out to be a residence, the villa of the Imperial Academy student Yao Zi'ang. Soon after, the fourth watch of the night had begun. Just as Zhen Sheng was in a panic, he suddenly heard someone call softly from the left side of the door, "Come here."

Zhen Sheng went to look and saw that the woman in green was standing under the flowers, waving her hands haphazardly. However, because the bamboo screen was damaged, she could squeeze in sideways. Following the woman in green, she went through the winding path and entered the third door, which led to the bedroom. The woman, her makeup half-removed, stood under the lamp. Upon seeing Zhen Sheng, she hesitated, wanting to step forward but then retreating. Zhen Sheng, his face flushed, hurriedly stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "It's an unexpected encounter, and I'm honored by your presence, beautiful lady. May I ask your name and family? Are you perhaps the celestial being descended from heaven?" The woman smiled sweetly and replied, "My name is Cui Hui Niang. My husband is Yao Zi'ang, a student at the Imperial Academy. Because his first wife is jealous and domineering, he sent me to live here. May I ask your esteemed name, where you live, and whether you are married?" The man replied, "My name is Zhen Chuyu, also known as Liancheng. My home is located at the west end of the county seat in the city. I am seventeen years old and unmarried." Hui Niang said, "So you are Zhen Lang. I saw Cui Xiucai's poetry manuscript the other day. There was a poem in it, which was a playful impromptu poem given to Zhen Liancheng of Tongjiang. I remember the ending..." "The phrase 'True Man,' which should only be called 'True Mother,' has made me yearn for you constantly. Who would have thought we'd meet tonight? I believe your poem is true. In my opinion, even the elm and

willow trees seem too beautiful for the daytime." Zhen Sheng said, "I remember last spring, when I was strolling in the countryside, I met a beautiful woman dressed in white. She was incredibly charming, her beauty comparable to yours. I asked her name, and she was called Cui Di Lan Niang, the same as yours. Is she the one you're looking for?" Hui Niang said, "Lan Niang is two years older than me, my elder sister. As for her looks, she is truly a beauty that could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky, a beauty that could shame the moon and flowers. How could I possibly compare?" Zhen Sheng smiled slightly, his erection already hardened. He had no time for further conversation and simply embraced Hui Niang. She felt the fragrance of orchids and musk permeating her body. Hui Niang extended her tongue and placed it in Zhen Sheng's mouth, sucking on it for a while. Then she whispered in his ear, "My husband is far away and hasn't returned yet. You can rest peacefully with me."

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