Danqing Yun

(I) Appreciating Paintings and Discovering Kindness at Youhelou, A Peony Banquet Connects Hearts

April in Chang'an is a time of fluctuating temperatures, but this day the sun shines brightly and the spring breeze is gentle. The

peonies are just beginning to bloom, and the main road leading to the suburbs is bustling with carriages and horses.

Youhelou, usually so lively in the city, is unusually quiet .

Lin Sheng had just entered the restaurant when a waiter approached to greet him. A regular customer, he casually went upstairs , found a seat by the railing

, and ordered a few dishes and drinks. The waiter quickly went to serve him. Looking around, he saw a scholar a few steps ahead, holding a brush, lost in thought. On the pink wall in front of him was a traditional ink painting, with a few lines of

calligraphy written in a flowing, elegant style . 　　Lin Sheng, being a refined person, couldn't help but feel curious and quietly walked over to see what was going on. He saw that the man was dressed like a typical scholar, and quite handsome. The painting depicts rugged mountains shrouded in mist, exuding an air of grandeur at first glance. But that's not all ; what's truly remarkable is the figure in the center, a man with his hands clasped behind his back, dressed in a scholar's robe with a sword at his waist, his back to the viewer. The landscape is painted through the eyes of this man, a far cry from the ordinary view. The inscription, still fresh, contains only three lines: " 　　The Five Sacred Mountains support the heavens, the Eight Rivers encircle Chang'an, a 　　heart brimming with heroic blood." Lin Sheng inwardly praised the painting, but seeing the man hesitate, he suddenly exclaimed, " How about 'A three-foot blade still cold'?" 　　The man was startled, looked up at Lin Sheng, paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Indeed, a fine line . " He quickly finished writing, tossed aside his brush, and without looking again, turned to Lin Sheng, cupped his hands, and said, " I am Tan from Youzhou. May I ask your hometown and esteemed surname, sir?" 　　Lin Sheng returned the greeting, "My surname is Fang, and I am a native of Chang'an." 　　As they spoke, a waiter brought up a plate of food. Seeing the painting was finished, he quickly set out the bowls and chopsticks and hurried downstairs. A moment later , footsteps sounded at the top of the stairs; it was the innkeeper coming to thank them. Tan Sheng exchanged a few perfunctory words, saying little else. 　　Chang'an was a place where talented people from all over the country gathered, filled with many frustrated candidates and scholars who lingered in brothels. Seeing the two men's conversation, Lin Sheng guessed seven or eight parts of the story, so he changed the subject, not asking about their backgrounds, but only discussing poetry and painting. Although he had never pursued officialdom, his family had been wealthy for generations, and he spent his days at home in leisure, enjoying reading and having a broad knowledge of poetry and painting. 　　Tan Sheng was a proud and self-admiring man. He was initially somewhat resentful that Lin Sheng had preemptively spoken to him, but seeing Lin Sheng's gentle and refined manner, he gradually forgot his displeasure. When they reached a point of pride, a thought struck him, and he cupped his hands in greeting, asking, "Brother, your skill in painting is vast and profound. I humbly request your critique of my work." 　　Lin Sheng returned the greeting, repeatedly saying, "How dare I!" Unable to resist Tan Sheng's sincere inquiry, he pondered for a moment and said, " Brother Tan's work is excellent in its brushwork and ink washes, but that's not all. The most remarkable aspect is that it uses the perspective of the person in the painting to depict the grandeur of the landscape. The viewer feels as if they have stepped into the painting. This alone is groundbreaking." 　　Tan Sheng humbly declined . After a few words, seeing that he seemed hesitant to speak, Tan pressed on, "Brother Lin, your insights are profound; please speak frankly." 　　Lin paused, then continued, "However, there is one thing I don't understand. The man in the painting stands with his sword hanging unadorned, hands behind his back . Although his face is not visible, he exudes an air of dominance, as if he were the only one worthy of the world. Yet, the clouds drifting across the mountains before him are rendered with rounded brushstrokes, still following ancient techniques, revealing a sense of otherworldliness. These two seem to contradict each other in terms of engagement with the world and detachment from it." 　　Upon hearing this, Tan was momentarily speechless with regret. Seeing his dejected state, Lin Sheng felt a pang of pity and said with a gentle smile, "I only have a superficial understanding of this art, and I uttered a few words haphazardly. 　　Brother Tan, please don't take it to heart." Tan Sheng waved his hand, saying sadly, "Brother, your words hit the nail on the head. I truly see myself as the person in the painting, but the burden in my heart is something I cannot dispel. Hesitating between advancing and retreating, I inevitably fall short." After a moment of silence, he suddenly brightened up , took Lin Sheng's arm, and said, "Brother Lin is truly my kindred spirit. If you do not mind, I would like to be your friend and learn from you to time." 　　Lin Sheng admired his character and was overjoyed. The two exchanged ages; Lin Sheng was four years older, so Tan Sheng addressed him as his elder brother. The two discussed literature and art, and when they got excited, they drank wine from large bowls, having a great time until the lamps were lit. Lin Sheng inquired about his address and made an appointment to travel together another day before bidding farewell and returning home. 　　An old woman greeted him upon entering, and a maidservant informed the mistress. As soon as he stepped into the inner courtyard, Madam Lin came out to meet him , covering her nose from afar and exclaiming, "Such a strong smell of alcohol!" 　　Madam Lin's maiden name was Xiao, her given name was Ming, and she was nineteen years old, beautiful and charming. Although she had been married for three years and had no children, she was greatly favored. Lin Sheng, slightly intoxicated, saw the mistress's beauty under the moonlight, put his arm around her slender waist, teasing her, and leaned in to kiss her. 　　Madam Lin, seeing Yuegui covering her mouth and giggling beside her, blushed and spat, "What's wrong with you!" She quickly helped him into the house, then ordered servants to boil water and helped him wash and go to bed. 　　The next day, Lin Sheng slept until late morning, read some of his own account books, and did some chores, but soon felt tired and listless. Just as he was feeling bored, he suddenly thought of Tan Sheng, thinking that since he had nothing else to do, he might as well go find him for a drink. Remembering the genuine blue-green calligraphy by General Li that she had purchased the other day, she thought it would be perfect to share with him. Excitedly, she called a servant to bring an invitation, but after waiting for half a day , she was told that Tan Sheng had gone out and hadn't returned, leaving her somewhat disappointed. 　　Just then, Madam Lin personally brought in a bowl of brown sugar lotus seed soup. Seeing him dismiss the servant listlessly, she asked , "What's wrong, sir?" 　　Lin Sheng told her everything, showering her with praise for Tan Sheng's character and talent. Madam 　　Lin smiled and said, "It's rare to see you praise someone like that; you must be quite talented. If we can't meet today, I'll leave an invitation and arrange to meet another day." Seeing that no one else was around, she sat coquettishly on Lin Sheng's lap, saying, "Sir, if you have nothing to do, you'd rather find new friends than come to your own household to relieve your boredom." 　　Lin Sheng saw her beautiful eyes sparkling, her coquettish charm even more captivating than when she was newly married. And with a soft, supple body sitting in his lap, her breasts half-hidden beneath the gauze, the intoxicating scent of her perfume filling his nostrils, his desires surged. He pulled her close , kissing and caressing her. 　　Lin Shi, being taken advantage of by her husband in broad daylight in the study, felt uneasy, secretly praying that the maids and servants wouldn't see them. Yet, her body went weak, and she half-heartedly submitted. Her eyes closed, her tongue was being sucked and kissed, when suddenly she felt a large hand on her breast, gently caressing it through her clothes. Her face flushed, and she cried out, "Husband, this isn't appropriate … allow me… to go back to the inner room to serve you…" She tried to push him away, but couldn't overcome her husband's strength. 　　Lin Sheng, who usually kept his intimacy with his wife proper, was experiencing this for the first time in the outer room. Seeing Lin Shi's shame and distress, he found it incredibly intriguing and held her down, refusing to let her have her way. His tongue licked her delicate cheeks and neck, while his other hand loosened her clothes…

He tore open half of her blouse, then pulled out one of the woman's smooth, supple breasts and fondled it wantonly.

Lin, trying to dodge, suddenly felt her nipple being attacked, pinched and twisted lightly, causing her to moan softly .

She collapsed into her husband's arms, a tingling sensation spreading through her lower body, and she felt a gush of fluid, instantly wetting her crotch

.

Seeing her aroused, Lin picked her up and placed her across the desk, lifting her crepe skirt to reveal her two white

legs , which he then raised to his shoulders. He rubbed his penis against her tender flesh for a moment, finding it slippery, before thrusting in.

He felt the slickness of her vaginal opening, the soft flesh seeming to clench tightly, still slightly undulating—a pleasure beyond words.

The woman let out a long moan, and just then, noticing the window beside her was still half-open, she hurriedly cried out, "Husband, quickly close the window

! Don't let anyone see!"

Lin Sheng, who was in the throes of passion, found her reaction amusing and continued thrusting, teasingly saying, "

Who would come? Even if they did, let them have their fun. It won't hurt you."

The woman grew even more anxious, but she couldn't break free. Her vagina was overflowing with fluids, and she was completely

overwhelmed . She managed to cover her mouth and moan softly, feeling her body become several times more sensitive than usual. After hundreds of

thrusts, she finally couldn't resist letting out a soft cry, "I'm going to cum..." Her body trembled as she spoke, and she indeed climaxed.

Seeing her wanton state and feeling his penis being squeezed tightly by her sensitive flesh like being sucked, Lin Sheng couldn't help but

roar several times, filling her entire pot.

The two were in ecstasy, embracing each other, panting heavily, and it took them a long time to recover.

Lin, slightly awakened, softly complained, "You wicked man! You've been bothering me all day, making so much noise, and

you haven't even closed the door. If the servants see this, where will I put my face?" She pushed him to his feet and

took a handkerchief from her waist to wipe herself.

Lin just smiled, whispering in her ear, "I don't know why, but just now, thinking about you being seen naked, I

felt both angry and happy, even ten times more beautiful than usual."

The woman blushed, realizing he had hit a nerve, and feigned anger, spitting out, "Go away! Where did you learn these

gossips to belittle me!" She pushed Lin away and went back to her room.

That evening, a servant came to report that a servant from Tan's residence had delivered a reply. Lin took it and read it, seeing an invitation

to drink together at his residence the next day. Overjoyed, he rewarded the messenger with a dozen copper coins, and the servant left happily.

The next day, after lunch, Lin Sheng had someone prepare a table of food and wine, packed in a food box, and headed ahead

to Tan Sheng's residence. He also selected a few paintings and calligraphy, had a servant carry them, and rode off to Tan Sheng's mansion.

As they approached, they saw the boy from the previous day waiting at the gate. Upon seeing the two arrive, the boy rushed in

to announce , and soon the host himself came out to greet them. He was still dressed in a blue robe, his face beaming, and said, "Brother Lin, you've come all this way. Why bother

preparing such a feast? We can't possibly eat that much."

Lin Sheng also smiled and said, "I met you by chance the other day, and we immediately hit it off. Today, in addition to our refined tastes, we also need

wine and meat to sit down and talk intimately until we're thoroughly drunk."

The two chatted and laughed, then sat down hand in hand, with two servants, one carrying a painting and the other a wine pot, attending to them.

Lin Sheng showed the calligraphy and paintings he had brought to Tan Sheng. The two discussed them at length, finding much to appreciate,

and a sense of mutual understanding arose between them.

They sang and drank heartily until the third watch of the night before parting. From then on, they shared tea every three days and meals every five days. In less than a month, the two had become quite familiar

with

each other. Lin Sheng carefully inquired and learned that Tan Sheng was quite talented in Youzhou, but had repeatedly failed the imperial examinations in Chang'an. Being proud, he felt ashamed to return home and thus remained in Chang'an, making a living by selling paintings. Fortunately, he was indeed a skilled painter and had received

appraisals , which was enough to support him.

Seeing her husband playing outside every day and then returning home to endlessly praise his new

acquaintance slightly impatient, yet also curious, and couldn't help but ask about it.

Lin Sheng said, "I've invited him to my home the day after tomorrow. You can see for yourself then."

The woman blushed slightly and retorted, "What stinky man? I won't see him!"

Lin Sheng laughed, "Only you smell good; everyone else is stinky." As he spoke, he pretended to sniff the woman's breasts,

causing her to giggle and dodge away. The two flirted and teased each other, their love blossoming.

In the blink of an eye, two days passed. On this day, Tan Sheng brought a new painting and a jar of Cui Tao wine to Lin Sheng's door.

Lin Sheng had already ordered his men to set up a table, chairs, wine, and dishes in the back garden. Hearing the servant announce his arrival, he hurried out to greet him.

Tan Sheng greeted him and handed over a scroll, smiling, "I'm so grateful for your hospitality these past few days, brother. I have nothing to repay you with.

This newly painted peony may not be to the liking of experts, but it adds a touch of opulence."

Lin Sheng was delighted, unfolded it, and praised it endlessly. He instructed the old woman, "Please invite Madam out for a chat."

Knowing she was to receive a guest today, Madam Lin had already drawn her eyebrows into distant mountains, applied rouge, adorned herself with a gold hairpin, and donned

a pomegranate-red skirt . She even had several other outfits with her, comparing them before her. Hearing that she was invited, she quickly put down her things and admired herself in

the bronze mirror for a long time before gracefully stepping out. From afar, she heard a familiar male voice and thought, "This is

it." Turning past a rockery, she looked up and met the man's gaze. Her heart skipped a beat, her face flushed slightly,

and she turned away, bowing her head as she walked to Lin Sheng. When

Tan Sheng saw Madam Lin, he was taken aback. "Sister-in-law, you are so beautiful!"

How beautiful? He saw:

arched eyebrows, a hint of sorrow even before she frowned; almond eyes, brimming with tears, shy without speaking;

a delicate nose, and most exquisitely, cherry lips; a willow-like waist, and graceful steps, enough to make one succumb to lovesickness.

Tan Sheng, lost in thought for a moment, forced himself to regain his composure. Just then, Lin Sheng smiled and said, "Madam, this is

the talented scholar I've often told you about, whom I recently met." Turning to Tan Sheng, she said, "Brother, this is my wife."

Tan Sheng quickly stepped forward to greet her, but the woman kept her head down and responded softly.

Lin Sheng sat down with the two of them, took out a scroll, and said, "Madam, please look. This is a

painting ; it's truly a masterpiece." He then unfolded it for Lin Sheng to see.

Although Lin Sheng knew little about this art, she was captivated by the beauty of the painting and couldn't help but praise it a few times.

Tan Sheng, who usually received many compliments, was somewhat uneasy about them, but now, receiving praise from a beautiful woman, he became a little flustered and stammered

a few words of modesty. After

they finished looking at the painting, Lin Sheng and Tan Sheng drank wine together, with Lin Sheng also serving them drinks. She hadn't had a good look before, but now she stole

a glance at Tan Sheng and thought to herself, "This gentleman is quite handsome." Suddenly, she saw Tan Sheng looking at her, and the two

exchanged a look before immediately turning their heads away. Lin was deeply ashamed and couldn't lift her head for a long time.

Tan Sheng's heart pounded wildly. He thought to himself, "Ziwei, Ziwei, you've studied the classics so thoroughly, how could you harbor such filthy thoughts about

Brother Lin 's wife? How has Brother Lin treated you? Your behavior is so improper, how are you any different from a beast?" Thinking of

this shameful thought, he immediately averted his gaze, refusing to look at Lin again.

Although Tan Sheng was in his prime, he was very proud and rarely

frequented . But today, for some reason, upon seeing Lin, he fell in love at first sight and couldn't control himself. Even while

chatting and laughing with Lin, his eyes were constantly drawn to her graceful figure, and he almost couldn't resist looking at her.

Women, generally speaking, are most perceptive when it comes to matters of the heart. Although Lin kept her head slightly lowered, she still noticed most of Tan Sheng's

every move . Sensing something was amiss, she wondered, "Could he be interested in me?"

Since marrying Tan Sheng at sixteen, Lin had lived a secluded life for the past three years, rarely seeing outsiders, much less young and handsome

men. Today, seeing Tan Sheng's dashing appearance, she was captivated, feeling a sweet warmth amidst her shyness.

Meanwhile, the host and guest had already drunk about half a jar of fine wine. Tan Sheng, feeling the effects of the wine,

thought , "Enough! Just one glance, no more." Pretending to drink, he covered his face with his sleeve, stealing glances at the woman. Even though it

was only a fleeting glimpse, he found her skin as white as snow and her features as exquisite as a painting, instantly captivating him.

Lin, with her keen intuition, feigned indifference, but inwardly she understood perfectly. She secretly scolded him for his frivolity, yet

somehow couldn't bring herself to be angry.

As luck would have it, Tan Sheng, thinking he hadn't been caught, had his glance caught by Lin Sheng. Lin Sheng's heart stirred.

While chatting and laughing, he glanced at the lady, finding her exceptionally radiant and graceful today, even more

charming than usual. He always doted on this lady, thinking to himself, "Ming'er's beauty is no wonder, my dear brother." He

and Tan Sheng were kindred spirits, considering each other close friends, so he wasn't annoyed, but rather more cautious, keeping a watchful eye on him.

Tan Sheng, once caught in the glance, became even more distracted. Retaining some semblance of sanity, fearing he

would lose his composure in front of his master, and after a few more drinks, he rose to take his leave. Lin Sheng tried to persuade him to stay several times, but seeing him

off he ordered a servant to fetch a Duan inkstone and several She ink sticks as a return gift.

The servants cleaned up the mess, but that's another story. Let's focus on Lin Sheng and his wife returning to their inner room to wash and rest. Under the lamplight, seeing Lin's

slender, willow-like figure and her beauty that could shame the moon and flowers, he was instantly aroused. He quickly tore off her clothes and pressed

her down in front of the dressing table, beginning his lovemaking.

Before Lin could even be touched, her husband forced his thing inside her. Feeling that it was still quite difficult,

she cry out, "Husband, be gentle..."

Lin usually doted on his wife, and now seeing her pinned down and unable to move, her hair disheveled, and her

soft moans, he was deeply moved. Her clothes were disheveled, revealing a patch of her right shoulder, and her two jade-like buttocks were smooth as cream, with

a section of her dark penis occasionally peeking out from between them. The scene was extremely lewd, and a lustful fire surged up in his belly

. He relentlessly thrust in and out, deliberately saying in a vulgar tone, "Little slut, a little thrusting will make it more enjoyable."

Hearing his lewd words, Lin struggled and resisted, but she couldn't resist her husband's penis pounding wildly inside her vagina.

Her hands and feet went weak, and gradually some fluid began to flow.

Lin Sheng, feeling quite pleased with himself, suddenly had a thought and asked in a low voice, "What do you think of my virtuous brother today?"

The woman, who had just experienced some pleasure, was startled by his question and complained, "

Why are you talking about others at a time like this?"

Lin Sheng chuckled, his movements still undisturbed, "He seemed a little distracted when he saw you today."

Lin Shi, caught off guard by his words, blushed instantly and said forcefully, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Seeing her shyness, Lin Sheng embellished the story by describing how Tan Sheng had been stealing glances at her, making Lin Shi's heart

race with embarrassment. She gasped, "How outrageous... What a frivolous boy... Next time... don't invite him to our house again!"

Lin Sheng noticed that although she was cursing, she didn't seem truly angry. A thought struck him, and he thought

to himself, "If my virtuous brother saw Ming'er like this, I wonder how infatuated he would be." The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, but he dared not tell his wife

.

Seeing her husband fall silent, Lin felt a strange unease but dared not ask, and reluctantly endured his

ministrations.

Lin thought to himself that his wife, naked, had been seen by Tan Sheng, her fair body exposed, and that their naked embrace,

their illicit affair, felt a hundred times more pleasurable than usual. He then mustered

his strength, thrusting wildly, and soon lost control, letting out several loud roars as he poured his entire load into his wife's vagina.

The woman's lower body was still unbearably itchy, while Lin Sheng lay panting behind her, unable to breathe

.

A touch of melancholy crept in, and he asked, "Why so fast today?" Lin blushed, stammering a few words. Lin regretted her words and didn't press further.

While the two were experiencing their own anxieties, how could Tan Sheng remain calm? He tossed and turned all night,

unable to shake off Lin's image even slightly. He tossed and turned until dawn was approaching, then sighed, "That's enough!" He

got up, lit a lamp, ground ink, and drew a portrait of Lin, the woman he remembered. He stared at it for a long time, but fearing that the boy

might see it and gossip, he waited for the ink to dry completely before hiding it away.

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