Prodigal Son Yan Qing

Chapter One: A Prodigal Son Visits a Brothel on the Lantern Festival

It is said that during the reign of Emperor Xuanhe of the Song Dynasty, the Lantern Festival was at its most grand. Daming Prefecture in Beijing was a major strategic location in Hebei

, bustling with merchants from all directions. It was always decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, resembling something from the capital, Tokyo.

A poem describes the Lantern Festival scene here: "

Though living in the north, we also value the Lantern Festival. No drums or music are heard, only the clamor of the Huqin. Every household is lit up, there are no

golden lotuses on land; everywhere is arranged, where are the jade plums and snow willows? Young foreigners pick garlic from their temples, old women wear raw scallions on their heads. Which Han man carries

a zither, and all the women beat three drums?"

On this day, the Lu family mansion in Daming Prefecture, Beijing, was exceptionally lively, adorned with gold and jade, a truly prosperous scene. Lu

Junyi, the head of the Lu family, had been a merchant for generations. By Lu Junyi's time, the third generation had accumulated wealth over a century, making them the richest man in Hebei.

Master Lu was sitting in the main hall watching his family bustle about. He first drank a cup of Longjing green tea, savoring its fragrance, and said,

"Oh, where is that person of mine?"

Before he finished speaking, a man approached from the steps. "Master, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

This man was over six feet tall, around twenty years old, with delicate features, a slender waist, and broad shoulders. He wore a

papaya-shaped turban, a white robe with a silver-threaded collar, a red spider-spotted belt, and tan

leather boots. A pair of gold bracelets with animal motifs adorned the back of his head, a fragrant silk handkerchief protected his head, a famous fan was tucked at his waist, and

seasonal flowers were always adorned in his hair.

This man was the most dashing figure in Beijing, naturally clever and quick-witted, always knowing what was

going , and his official name was Qing. Everyone in Beijing called him Yan Qing the Prodigal.

A poem titled "Qinyuanchun" once described Yan Qing's beauty: "

His lips were like painted vermilion, his eyes like polished lacquer, and his face like piled jade." He possessed extraordinary bravery, lofty ambition, and innate intelligence. His appearance

was naturally upright and forthright, truly a remarkable talent among the Liangshan heroes. His rendition of the ancient Yizhou tune resonated deeply, proving him to be a master of the arts, the foremost

among . The drums and clappers resounded, the sheng played melodiously, and he freely expressed his deepest feelings. His cudgels and clubs were varied, his fists and feet flying,

astonishing all four hundred prefectures. Everyone admired his heroic leader, the prodigal son Yan Qing.

Upon seeing him, Lu Junyi's face immediately lit up with a smile. He said, "It's lively outside, Yan Qing, why aren't you out

playing today?"

Yan Qing nodded, saying, "I was just about to inform my master that some gentlemen have invited me to see the lanterns."

Lu Junyi said, "That's wonderful, but don't stay out too late, lest something comes up at the manor and I need your help."

Yan Qing quickly replied, "Of course, of course, master, don't worry, I know what I'm doing." He then bowed and

went out.

Upon reaching the door, a group of men were already waiting outside, saying, "Yan Qing, Xiao Yi, have kept me waiting for so long!"

Yan Qing had countless friends, and was also quite the ladies' man, skilled in various arts like playing musical instruments and singing. He was also remarkably easygoing and generous,

attracting many down-on-their-luck hangers-on in Beijing.

The leader, surnamed Wang, nicknamed Xiao Xi, was frivolous and clever, eloquent, and adept at

reading He was a favorite of Yan Qing and often served by his side.

Wang Xiaoxi said excitedly, "Brother Xiaoyi, it's still early to see the lanterns. I've found a good place. A

young lady is looking for someone to "combine" her. I thought such a good thing should be done by our Brother Xiaoyi, so I hurriedly invited you

. Don't be late!"

Yan Qing smiled and said, "Oh, such a good thing? Where is it?"

Wang Xiaoxi smiled and said, "Huiqiao Market, five li from Xinqiao."

Yan Qing tapped his head and said, "Isn't that Gu Chunlou? That place isn't that special." He was

quite unconvinced.

Wang Xiaoxi made a beheading gesture and said, "Two years ago, Gu Chunlou brought a daughter named Qiu Niang.

She was incredibly beautiful and just turned sixteen this year. Her father was once a defense commissioner of our dynasty, but he was killed when the Jin army invaded the south

, leaving her all alone. She went to Beijing to seek refuge with relatives, but they sold her out. If I lied to you, I'd be a

coward ."

Yan Qing said, "Oh," and "So pitiful. How can I take advantage of someone in distress? That's not what a real man does. I won't go,

I won't go." He shook his head repeatedly. He was a true man, and although he enjoyed women, he upheld

his manly principles .

Wang Xiaoxi said anxiously, "Brother Xiaoyi, you don't know, although this girl is pitiful, she has already fallen into prostitution. Now the madam

is waiting for and has already offered five hundred taels of silver. I'm afraid..."

Yan Qing asked, "Afraid of what?"

Wang Xiaoxi said, "I'm afraid that the highest bidder will turn out to be a decrepit old man. Wouldn't that

be a waste of this beautiful young woman?"

Yan Qing thought carefully and said, "Let's be patient and go see for ourselves."

So, Wang Xiaoxi led the way, and the group marched forward in a grand procession.

The weather was clear that day, and the group walked around the river. After walking for about two miles, they arrived at the famous brothel

, Osmanthus . They saw that the ten scenic spots along the long pond were filled with peach blossoms and willows, and the Gu Chun Tower was already bustling with customers.

It turned out that the capital was full of wealthy merchants and noblemen, who often indulged in lavish revelry and nightly parties. Hearing that

a beautiful woman had appeared at Gu Chun Lou, with a face like a lotus blossom, almond eyes and peach-blossom cheeks, truly captivating and

alluring, they flocked there, eager to be the first to arrive and boast about it back home.

Standing before Gu Chun Lou was a robust man, wearing a black gauze hat with an ancient jade pendant,

a black silk robe with a cloud-patterned design, a light red floral crepe, and red shoes with white silk stockings—

the attire of a wealthy man.

Yan Qing frowned at the large crowd, considering retreating, when he heard a commotion ahead. A

young man in brocade robes rode a horse, followed by a dozen or so men in blue uniforms, all dressed as military officers, wearing large hats and armor. Some carried pipa

and erhu , while others carried slingshots and air balls. Pedestrians on the road quickly moved aside as the young man in brocade robes brandished his whip and raised his head high,

exuding an intimidating aura.

The burly man, upon seeing the young man approach, immediately rushed forward to bow and say, "Young Master Liang, I've

been waiting here for quite some time."

Yan Qing watched as the young man dismounted with surprising agility; he had long eyebrows, a hooked nose, and darting, piercing eyes,

but a wicked air about him, and his sallow complexion suggested excessive indulgence in wine and women.

As soon as the young man, Young Master Liang, landed, he headed straight for Gu Chun Lou, saying, "

Hey Zhou Jin, is everything arranged? Is it really as good as the rumors say?"

Zhou Jin replied, "Everything is ready, just waiting for you, Young Master."

The crowd outside, initially blocked at the door, surged forward to follow the young master inside.

Yan Qing shook his head and said, "Judging from this situation, that person is determined to have her. I think we should all leave

here go somewhere else to have fun."

He had a lover at the Lichun Courtyard and thought it would be good to go and have a reunion after not seeing her for so long.

Wang Xiaoxi and the others advised, "Brother Xiao Yi, don't be discouraged. Since you're here, make the best of it. Even if you don't manage to win

her over, you should at least see what kind of beauty she is."

Yan Qing thought for a moment and said, "Alright, just don't cause me any trouble, lest my master blames me when I get home." These down

-on-their-luck fellows immediately agreed.

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The poem reads:

What day is it today? Where am I? Thinking about it breaks my heart. What others say doesn't matter, what matters is that I

can only shed tears. I cry out to Heaven, everyone protects me, why do you alone abandon me? I beg Heaven to show no mercy

, I'll go to the underworld to avoid you. To

be honest

, Gu Chunlou wasn't the biggest establishment in Guihua Lane. Although it had a deep red gate and a high threshold,

it lacked official backing and thus couldn't expand much, its business never matching that of Lichun Courtyard at the head of the lane.

The courtyard consisted of two carved buildings connected by an open corridor. Suite rooms were built inside, with

the girls the second floor having separate living rooms and inner rooms. Qiu Niang was

currently staying there. The madam had specially prepared an exquisite suite for her, with fragrant incense and warm bedding, and had carefully dressed her up.

Qiu Niang's original surname was Bao. Her father, Bao Zan, was originally the defense commissioner of Jingkou, but in the first year of Chongning, the Jin invaded the south, her father

died in battle , and her mother committed suicide, leaving her destitute and alone. She wandered to Beijing, eventually falling into prostitution. Whenever she thought of this,

her eyes would fill with tears as she looked towards the heavens.

She lamented her ill fate and misfortune, despite being proficient in literature, history, music, and painting, and excelling in writing. She had even mastered needlework, embroidering phoenixes and

dragons, all a result of her passionate lovemaking.

For two years, she had been trained to play the ruan and zither, singing and dancing, becoming as beautiful as a flower, as fragrant as jade. As she grew older,

she blossomed into an exceptionally beautiful woman, much to the delight of her madam.

A poem, "West River Moon," testifies to this: "

Her face is like a peach blossom glistening with dew, her body like a ball of white snow. Her eyes are like autumn waters, her eyebrows clear and bright, her ten fingers like slender spring bamboo shoots.

Her graceful figure surpasses even Xi Shi, her charm rivals Cui Yingying. Her lotus-like feet are delicate and light, her every movement exuding grace."

Seeing her daughter's delicate and beautiful appearance, the madam thought she would fetch a good price. She had already spread the word that

Qiu Niang only sold her art, not her body, attracting a steady stream of dissolute men from the capital, all wanting to pluck her heart so they could

boast about it back home.

Although it was the Lantern Festival, Qiu Niang was listless and melancholy, too listless to face her dressing table. Her maid, Chunzi, beside her ordered

a ruan (a type of lute) to be brought over, and she began to play it, thinking of her own fate, singing a newly learned Wu opera.

"Northern Parasitic Grass":

Silent flowers wither, willows tremble with fear. Water jug bursts, rose petals glisten, pear blossoms drip from the balustrade, and

mist wets the red silk plate. Afraid that the evening rain of King Xiang will soon fade into nothingness, for whom will spring depart?

Chunzi brought tea and comforted her, "Sister Qiu Niang, don't be sad. Perhaps a handsome young man in this turbulent world will come your way;

wouldn't that be your good fortune?"

She thought Qiu Niang was troubled by her dressing, but she didn't know it was Qiu Niang's sorrow for her own drifting life. Unconsciously, two more lines

of tears .

Leaving aside Qiu Niang's sorrowful fate, let's turn to the commotion in the front hall of Gu Chun Lou, where two groups were already hurling insults at

each other .

Yan Qing was initially impatient with this petty squabble, but Wang Xiaoxi and the others kept holding him back, so he reluctantly sat down at a low lacquered table in

the corner of . On the table were a bottle of Jinhua wine, a plate of roast duck, a plate of chicken, a bowl of

fresh fish soup, some pine flower pastries, and seasonal side dishes.

Seeing that Wang Xiaoxi and the others were enjoying the commotion, he said, "I'll sit here for a while; you can go and see what's going on."

The others were eager to hear this and all rushed off to watch the spectacle.

Yan Qing watched as the two groups were evenly matched, their insults utterly devoid of decorum, and he felt a deep disgust. He stood up

and headed straight for the back courtyard.

Entering through several layers of doors, winding corridors lined with pine and bamboo, and blooming winter plum blossoms beside Taihu stones, Yan Qing, with his sharp ears,

caught a faint melody of a zither, intermittent and melodious, plaintive and captivating. He was surprised, pressed down two sprigs of red plum blossoms,

and gazed intently. The second-floor red window was slightly ajar, the curtains loosely rolled up, revealing the silhouette of a graceful young woman.

The lyrics were exquisite, the voice clear and melodious, like dust settling on the carved beams; the words were precise and the tone genuine,

like a gentle breeze stirring the brocade mat. It was like the warbling of a nightingale in a royal garden, or the harmonious singing of a phoenix on a red mountain. The lyrics were elegant and refined, the melody clear and bright.

As the song neared its end, Yan Qing exclaimed, "How wondrous! How wondrous! Such talent exists in this place of brothels and pleasure quarters! Like

the lament of Han E, the lyrics of Qin Qing, though they may not stop the clouds from soaring, they can still dispel the dust of time."

He drew a gold-threaded dragon flute from behind him, playing the notes of the Gong and Shang schools. The clear, bright sound, the beautiful melody,

intertwined with the zither music, was truly: " It pierces through clouds

and splits rocks without a trace, startling the first blossoms of plum blossoms, its jade-like beauty exquisite."

The zither music paused slightly, then suddenly rose in pitch, and the woman sang: "Jade threads hang from the azure sky, the five

notes of the pentatonic scale drift east and west. The melody seems faintly pleasing, but the wind carries it away to another tune."

Gradually, the zither music softened, its deep emotion resonating, truly a case of "gold is easy to find, but a true friend is hard to come by." Yan Qing, with her palace-like steps,

arrived at the tower. The steps were paved with white and blue jade, and the potted plants were fragrant, creating a uniquely alluring scene.

Then, the door creaked open, and a young maid in green emerged. Though young, her beauty was striking, a

natural-born beauty.

The maid in green said, "Was it you, young master, who was playing the flute just now? Its clear and melodious sound was

beautiful. May I ask your name?" Yan Qing bowed and said, "I am Yan Qing. I was so captivated by the lovely music that I couldn't

resist

apologize for my abruptness." The maid in green smiled and said, "Young master Yan, please don't be so modest. My sister Qiu Niang is very impressed."

Indeed: The flute music stirred a romantic atmosphere, startling a beautiful woman.

Yan Qing said, "It would be my great honor to be introduced to you, sister. I will never

forget your kindness." He thought to himself, "If the maid is so charming, how much more so must my mistress be, so alluring and beautiful?

" The maid in green frowned slightly and smiled, "I have done nothing to repay you. How will you thank me, young master Yan Qing?"

This maid had long been a brothel patron, accustomed to the ways of the world, and had seen much of the affairs of men and women. Yan Qing was handsome and charming, clearly a passionate

man, and she was indeed attracted to him.

Yan Qing, naturally bold in his pursuit of women, was overjoyed to see an opportunity. He had already seized the young maid, feeling her delicate...

Her small hands, smooth and supple, stirred a restless desire within her. She said 　　, "How could I, a mere youth, forget such kindness? I will certainly not forget your generosity, sister.

May I ask your name, sister?" The maid in green smiled, "My name is Chunzi, but I fear you will forget me soon." Her eyes darted about, her gaze alluring and seductive. 　　Yan Qing remained silent, pressing her soft, fragrant body against the red-lacquered pillar. His long tongue plunged in, sucking and licking incessantly, making soft, squelching sounds. Chunzi's small mouth opened slightly, her lips parted, releasing a sweet, fragrant saliva that was intoxicating. 　　Yan Qing held her waist with one hand and caressed her breasts with the other, feeling their softness and the softness of her breasts, like ripe peaches. 　　Chunzi, touched and caressed by him, felt a surge of heat and unparalleled comfort throughout her body. Thinking that Qiu Niang was waiting upstairs, she quickly declined , saying, "Young master, please don't do anything rash. I'm afraid Sister Qiu Niang will be angry. It's not too late to come back in a few days." Although she said this, she was still moaning softly, but Yan Qing had already slipped his hand inside her undergarments and rubbed her for a while, making her feel hot . 　　Yan Qing put his hand inside Chunzi's pants and felt a plump, smooth, and alluring mound . He gently rubbed her vulva, his desire burning fiercely, and his jade stem was already as hard as an iron rod. 　　At this moment, Chunzi's desire was aroused. When her small hand touched his jade stem, she couldn't help but feel scared. She thought, "This thing is so big, I'm afraid it will kill me..." 　　She called out, "Sister Qiu Niang, why are you here?" When Yan Qing heard this, he quickly let go and turned around. There was no one around. He only saw Chunzi hurriedly tidying her clothes. She had obviously been tricked by this little woman. 　　He took out a mutton-fat jade phoenix hairpin from his pocket and handed it to Chunzi, saying, "This is for you; I'll definitely not let you off the hook another day." His tone was feigned anger but actually delighted. 　　Chunzi smiled and said, "Young master, you go up yourself; this servant will go outside and take a look." 　　Yan Qing was overjoyed, and stepped into the inner room, quickly climbing the stairs. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(To be continued)

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