[The Lin Family's Outcast] Chapter Fourteen: First Encounter with the Name Nie

Since the character "Nie" had become legendary, Nie Jing's final calligraphy was
an even more priceless treasure. The rituals of bathing, offering incense, and kowtowing to request the calligraphy were all essential.
After enjoying three courses of tea, Lin Yu and Yao Min were led by maids in green dresses and emerald skirts to a bathhouse behind the bamboo building
. The bathhouse was semi-enclosed, without a roof, only three bamboo walls, while the other side featured rugged rocks.
Amidst blue flowers and green grass, a spring trickled down, meandering through the rocks into the bath, bubbling and
gurgling from the bottom, rising in billowing white steam.
"Clean clothes and utensils are laid out; please help yourselves," the maid said before gracefully departing.
Only Lin Yu and Yao Min remained in the steamy bathhouse. Yao Min usually bathed in the secluded
courtyard of the mansion, attended by a dozen or so maids. At this moment, before her bath, a man stood beside her—
something she had never encountered or even imagined since learning she was a woman. The originally fragrant and tranquil air
instantly became ambiguous and awkward after the maid left.
Lin Yu, however, wasn't nervous at all; in fact, he quite enjoyed the First Madam's embarrassment. Yao Min's nobility and arrogance had
never intimidated him. In his eyes, even the most haughty woman was still just a woman. Strip away her brocade
robes and skirts, and what would remain of the First Madam would be nothing more than a voluptuous, mature, naked body. Although Lin Yu had never seen that body,
from Yao Min's every posture and every step, he had already meticulously sketched a picture in his mind; he only
needed to see it with his own eyes.
In front of outsiders, Lin Yu showed Yao Min the respect due to a son serving his mother, that was to cultivate a good relationship with this First Madam.
Here and now, only the mother and son were present. He no longer needed to feign sonhood;
he could naturally reveal that his relationship with Yao Min was simply that of a man and a woman living in the same family. This,
too, was to cultivate a good relationship with the First Madam. Lin Yu 　　had clearly distinguished between
being a son and a man when he had the Fifth Madam, Zhang Jiao'er, beneath him . 　　 A bathroom, a bathtub. Lin Yu remained silent and composed, standing neither too close nor too far from the First Madam. 　　A man's height and strength far surpass a woman's, and Yao Min's attire today was simple and elegant, lacking 　　her usual elaborate hairstyle and numerous luxurious accessories, making her appear even more petite. 　　 Yao Min finally glanced at Lin Yu, her eyes no longer displaying the disdain of a superior, but rather a 　　gentle, equal expression. 　　 Having achieved his goal, Lin Yu cupped his hands and said, "It's a pity that Madam is suffering in such a simple place. I 　　'll wait outside." 　　 "Okay," Yao Min nodded with relief. 　　 Lin Yu stepped out and stood on the veranda outside the bathroom, leaning on the railing and gazing at the several elegant houses outside the bamboo building. They were all a uniform dark green, 　　adorned with various decorations, making them colorful and not monotonous, while also highlighting the dark green that the owner liked. 　　 From Lin Hong's request for help to Lin Yu knocking on the door, entering the house, and then enjoying tea, Lin Yu became increasingly curious about the mysterious Nie 　　Qingyuan behind the scenes. He went through every detail before, but couldn't find any clues. But one 　　thing Lin Yu was certain of: at least for now, Nie Qingyuan didn't seem like an enemy. The master's treatment of him might be because he 　　needed something from him, or perhaps he hoped to use him. But he had no power or influence, and someone as famous as Nie Qingyuan, 　　what would he need to go to such lengths to curry favor with? 　　 The sound of splashing water came from inside the bathroom, and only then did Yao Min undress and enter the bath. 　　 "Hehe, I didn't expect this first wife to be so reserved." Lin Yu chuckled. Hearing the sound of water, Lin 　　Yu could imagine the first wife naked, her skin fair, her legs long and shapely, her buttocks round like steamed buns. Perhaps her high, 　　firm breasts had sagged slightly after removing her bodice, and her belly, bearing two sons, would have some wrinkles. 　　What would her plump vulva smell like beneath her thick pubic hair? Perhaps a little fishy. 　　 Thinking of a noble woman's body bearing the marks of time gave Lin Yu a strange sense of pleasure. 　　 Just opposite the bamboo fence where Lin Yu stood, in an exquisite dwelling a dozen or so feet away, three 　　women, all dressed in long, flowing gauze dresses, were standing side-by-side, looking in Lin Yu's direction. Judging from their appearance, the three were about the same age, seemingly all in their early twenties. 　　All three women wore their hair in a reverse bun, their black hair gathered at their necks, with the buns forming a circle on each side, like birds spreading their wings 　　, elegant yet graceful. The pearl flowers adorning their black buns were all the same style, only differing in color. 　　 The three women, with their beautiful eyebrows and eyes, stared at Lin Yu for a long time. The woman wearing a purple pearl flower seemed to be talking to herself, " 　　This guest of yours, sir, is young and handsome, with a full waist and abdomen. He should be a master of pleasure, but 　　his complexion is so bad. In my opinion, he must have encountered a beauty who drains one's yang essence." 　　 "Senior Sister Xianyuan, are you perhaps lusting after him and want to save him?" the woman wearing an orange pearl flower 　　asked with a smile. 　　 Xianyuan did not answer, still quietly gazing at Lin Yu in the distance. 　　 "Yayuan, Senior Sister Xianyuan is not lusting after a man, but lusting after an object. Didn't you see what's under his belly?" 　　another woman wearing a gold pearl flower laughed. 　　 After speaking, the three women simultaneously turned their gazes to one spot, paused for a moment, and then burst into laughter. 　　 "What joke is so funny? Tell me so I can have a laugh too!" A voice came from behind, gentle yet 　　firm, resounding. 　　 "Senior Sister." The three women turned around and saw it was Shuyuan, bowing in greeting. 　　 "Senior Sister, Senior Sister Xianyuan just said that the guest across the way has encountered a rival in the pleasure quarters and wants to help him!" 　　Yayuan said with a smile. 　　 Xianyuan smiled sweetly and said, "The master treats this guest exceptionally well. If we're talking about helping him, of course, it would be 　　Senior Sister who personally visits him at night and imparts her secret techniques." 　　 Dressed as a young master, Shuyuan, who had previously appeared as a four-part gentleman and six-part lady while serving tea to guests in the bamboo pavilion, 　　now stood among the three beautiful women, appearing as a six-part gentleman and four-part lady, exuding 　　a dashing and elegant air. Seeing that Xianyuan had pulled her into this, Yayuan, with her hands behind her back, looked at Lin Yu opposite her and laughed, "My 　　little understanding is hardly worthy of your attention, sir. If you truly wish to save him, I'm afraid you would have to personally teach him." 　　 "Ah?!" All three were surprised. Yayuan asked, "Who is this guest, a renowned scholar? You 　　've already treated him beyond the proper etiquette; why would you personally teach him secret techniques?"

"I don't know either, perhaps they are descendants of our late master," Shuyuan sighed.
"Descendants of our late master?! That's wonderful!" Yayuan exclaimed happily.
"Junior sister, don't be so eager before we've even met. If they really are descendants of our late master, and the master agrees,
I should go first, then it's your turn," the woman with the golden beaded flower laughed.
Yayuan snorted, and the other three laughed.
"Where is the master?" Shuyuan asked.
"He went to the secret chamber of Laisheng Pavilion to retrieve the calligraphy. The master instructed that the calligraphy would be placed in the Shangfang Hall, and that senior sister should lead the guests there
," Xianyuan replied.
Shuyuan nodded, gazing at Lin Yu in the distance, and said nothing more.
Lin Yu had admired the exquisite pavilions, distant mountains, and flowing water, while the sound of water from the bathroom continued intermittently. Although
he knew Yao Min was only taking so long to bathe out of respect for Nie Jing, his legs were sore and numb, and he couldn't help but curse inwardly, "You shameless hussy,
pretending to be elegant! No matter how long you bathe, you'll never be even a fraction as beautiful as Shen Niang!"
Just as Lin Yu was cursing under his breath, he heard a gasp of "Ah!" from the bathroom, followed by a splash
.
"Hmm? That hussy fell into the water?" Lin Yu wondered, wanting to go and see, but then thought it inappropriate. The First Madam
wasn't Zhang Jiao'er; if he rashly barged in and saw her naked body, she would likely despise and scorn him even more,
holding a grudge. Then he would never have another chance to deal with this noble hussy.
"Is anyone outside?" Yao Min's trembling voice came from the bathroom.
"What are your orders, Madam?" Lin Yu asked from the corridor towards the bathroom.
"I...I twisted my ankle..."
Lin Yu heard Yao Min's timid voice, and a surge of pleasure rose in his chest. He felt refreshed and clear-headed, and after a while,
he replied, "Madam, wait a moment, I'll go call someone."
After saying that, Lin Yu walked back the way he came, but stopped a short distance away.
"How could I be so stupid? If I don't look now, when will I?!" Thinking of this, Lin Yu stopped in the corridor,
estimated that the time was about right, and strode heavily to the bathroom door, saying, "Madam, there are no maids nearby.
Please bear with me a little longer, I'll go to the bamboo house in front and call Tingxue over."
"You...you come in." The First Madam finally couldn't wait any longer.
Lin Yu no longer hesitated. He wasn't going to pass up such a feast for the eyes. He shook his long robe and slowly walked in.
A charming mature woman was soaking in the hot spring, her dark hair wet and clinging to her snow-white skin, surrounded by mist
. Water droplets dripped from her hair, dangling from her soft earlobes, onto her delicate shoulders, and sliding down her back
into the bathtub. The First Madam lay prone on the edge of the tub, her breasts pressed tightly against the wall, her full breasts
flattened, half exposed, half submerged. Gentle waves rippled around her breasts, lapping them softly,
like a lotus floating on the water.
"Put my clothes on, pull me up, and...go call for help," Yao Min's voice sounded strained. Her
fingers gripped the cracks in the tub's edge, blue veins showing on her fair arms, and drops of what appeared to be sweat or water rolled down her slightly flushed cheeks
. It seemed this noble First Madam could no longer hold on and had
no choice but to call Lin Yu in.
Perhaps due to the unusual circumstances, Lin Yu hadn't expected the forty-year-old Yao Min to possess such alluring beauty.
Unlike the seductive charm of Fifth Madam Zhang Jiao'er, or the dignified, fair-skinned Shen Niang, Yao Min's voluptuous figure exuded an
unapproachable aura, like ice jade, its surface flushed with a rosy hue from being bathed in warmth—a flower in a mirror, beautiful to behold but unattainable.
Lin Yu composed himself; this wasn't the time to indulge in the pleasures of a mature woman. Now that he was inside, he needed to
be more attentive to the First Madam. He quickly grabbed some clothes and respectfully draped them over Yao Min. To make it
easier for her to rise gracefully and comfortably, Lin Yu jumped into the water, submerging the clothes that were floating on the surface. Through the clothes, he embraced
Yao Min's soft, slender waist, his arms reaching around her front. Yao Min shifted her body slightly from the pool wall,
allowing Lin Yu's arms to pass through. Although he tried his best to avoid direct skin-to-skin contact, his hands still rested outside the clothes,
on Yao Min's stomach.
Lin Yu was wrong again. Yao Min's belly wasn't wrinkle-free at all; it was softer than water and
smoother than ice. Whether from the contact with the man's strong body or from exhaustion, Yao Min, with her back to Lin Yu,
lay on the edge of the pool, panting softly, her breasts trembling and her back undulating. The warmth of the first wife's body warmed Lin Yu's penis,
which slowly hardened. He longed to reach down, part the mature woman's vulva, and thrust his penis inside!
Resisting the urge, Lin Yu used his strength to lift Yao Min up and carry her to the edge of the pool. As soon as Yao Min was on the shore, she curled up
, pulling her soaked clothes to cover herself as much as possible. Her intention was to avoid exposing any part of her beauty for violation, but
the more she tried to cover herself, the more desperate she became. She covered her chest, but couldn't cover her feet; she covered her small feet, but couldn't completely conceal her full buttocks. Even in that brief pause
, Lin Yu had already seen enough of Yao Min's exposed beauty as he climbed out of the bath.
"Please wait a moment, Madam, I'll go and fetch someone right away," Lin Yu said without looking at her, then walked out, still soaking wet
.
Yao Min had slipped and twisted her ankle while getting out of the bath. A maid rushed over
, dried the guest, draped a robe over him, and helped him out. Lin Yu stood on the veranda, still wet, his attitude extremely respectful.
As Yao Min left, she only glanced at him and said nothing.
Lin Yu took off his clothes and soaked in the hot spring that Yao Min had just bathed in, feeling somewhat intoxicated. He
fantasized about Yao Min in his mind, then got up to change. The clean clothes provided by the master were a set of white long gowns, light and smooth, made of the
finest silk.
After dressing, he went out and walked along the veranda to the inner hall of the bamboo building, where Shuyuan and Yao Min were already waiting. Yao Min wore a thin gauze dress, a
pure emerald green, without a single blemish, like a newly sprouted willow branch.
Shuyuan sized up Lin Yu, then looked at Yao Min, and exclaimed as if she couldn't help but admire, "What a beautiful mother and son,
so enviable!"
Yao Min didn't show the displeasure she had shown the first time she heard it; her expression was calm. Since Lin Yu had already explained once,
she didn't argue further.
"Please follow me, both of you," Shuyuan said, rising to lead the way. Yao Min, supported by two maids, walked with considerable
difficulty. Lin Yu followed behind, winding along the long corridor for a while, sometimes left, sometimes right, sometimes up, sometimes down, until they arrived at a pavilion.
Before the building, a plaque bore the three large characters "Lai Sheng Ge" (Pavilion of Rebirth), powerful and vigorous, weighty yet elegant and unrestrained.
If not Nie Jing's own handwriting, it must be Nie Qingyuan's. Climbing the stairs to the rooftop, the entire residence came into view
. Lin Yu was quite puzzled by the owner's arrangement of the building; such a striking pavilion
hadn't been seen when he looked out from the bathroom earlier.
Inside the Shangfang Hall, a scroll lay on the main table, presumably Nie Jing's legendary last words.
After burning incense and paying respects at Nie Jing's tomb, Shuyuan knelt before the table, took out the long scroll from the sandalwood tube, and smiled,
"This is also the first time I've seen this last message. Let's appreciate it together today, thanks to the good fortune of you two."
Yao Min and Lin Yu knelt on either side, Shuyuan holding the scroll in one hand and slowly unrolling it with the other. Lin Yu had little interest in calligraphy and painting
, but when he saw the first line of characters, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his heart danced with the ink, entering
the fragrant scroll. The scroll read:
"
Reflecting on my life, a life of wandering and romance. Yesterday seems like yesterday, yet I'm already old.
In my childhood, I rode an ox on the Western Hills. I drew on the ground with broken branches, bold and unrestrained.
Arrogant and unruly, I sold my calligraphy in brothels. Gentlemen scorned me, my clan was shamed.
The world was clean, only I was drunk. A humble and
lowly person, yet I rose to prominence.
A lofty and powerful ambition, I roamed freely with my brush.
Beautiful women like Yingying and Li Ji. Childhood sweethearts
, where are they now? Leaning on red and green, what is there to worry about?
In my old age, I met a kindred spirit. Youth has passed, yet regret remains.
Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Form is not form, emptiness is not emptiness."
"Color, color, emptiness; emptiness, color. Neither color nor emptiness; neither emptiness nor color.
Color, color, color; emptiness, emptiness, emptiness. Color, color, color; emptiness, emptiness, emptiness
..."
The first half, 38 sentences and 156 characters, is a self-narration of Nie Jing's life. The second half, towards the end, is entirely
a repetition of "color, color, color; emptiness, emptiness, emptiness." Each character for "color" has a different brushstroke, yet they form a unified whole;
each character for "emptiness" is written with almost identical ink strokes, yet each is uniquely varied.
Lin Yu was stunned, Yao Min was completely absorbed, but Shu Yuan seemed to have been stimulated, a
blush spreading across her face, eventually extending to her jade-like neck and disappearing into her clothes.
Seeing that the two were quietly appreciating the calligraphy, Shu Yuan gently rose, taking small steps, completely abandoning her previous carefree and elegant demeanor
, and quickly walked out.
Lin Yu noticed Shu Yuan's strange behavior and got up to follow her out. Although dressed as a young master, Shuyuan displayed the demeanor of a young woman
, standing in the wind as if she were about to float away. Seeing Lin Yu approach, she bowed slightly, smiling but remaining silent, seemingly shy.
"Sir, have you suddenly seen your master's final work, and are you saddened by the thought of our teacher-student relationship?" Lin Yu asked.
Shuyuan smiled but did not answer, instead asking, "Do you know how many 'lust' characters were in the scroll?"
Lin Yu thought for a moment and replied, "'Form is emptiness, emptiness is form,' the first eight lines have eleven, the next
forty-four lines, 'Lust, lust, lust, lust, emptiness, emptiness, emptiness, emptiness, emptiness,' have 176, and the last line only has the two characters 'Lust, emptiness, emptiness, emptiness,'
making a total of 188 'lust' characters in the scroll."
"Sir, you have a good eye, but unfortunately you missed one 'lust' character in the previous section, 'Seeking Me with Lust,' so there are 189 in the whole scroll
," Shuyuan laughed.
Lin Yu only noticed the word "color" in the latter half, failing to realize that there was another hidden one in the first half. He smiled and said,
"Yes, that's right. I'm sorry to have made you laugh, sir. I've long admired your esteemed master's original work, and seeing it today is truly breathtaking. However
, I am rather dull and don't understand why you wrote 188 'color' characters in the scroll, and repeatedly inked over the character 'empty'?"
"Though you may not understand, you can still ponder it. Why do you think your master did this?" Shuyuan asked.
Lin Yu paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Mr. Nie Jing, born into a poor family, yet disdained the powerful and wealthy, achieving fame throughout the world, and indifferent to
empty renown. He was unconventional, laughing at the world's troubles, a true man of character. I dare to speculate that this final scroll was also
written casually by him on his deathbed, a work of color and emptiness, emptiness and color, flowing freely and unrestrained, thus leaving behind this
masterpiece."
Shuyuan smiled gently. The blush on her jade-like face, after being blown by the wind for a while, had gradually faded, leaving
only a few faint traces, making her appear even more charming. Her body, hidden beneath men's clothing, exuded a woman's fragrance, possessing an inexplicable
allure. Lin Yu's heart stirred at the sight. The two were only a few steps apart, and a desire to embrace her
arose spontaneously.
"Young master is also a man of character. If my late master were alive, we would surely have become close friends despite our age difference," Shuyuan said with a smile.
"Sir, you flatter me. I have no experience in calligraphy, and I am even more unfamiliar with the style of Nie. I am just a young man who is ignorant of
the depth of knowledge, and I am merely making some conjectures. I would appreciate your guidance."
"The difference between deep and shallow is the key; without knowing the depth, one has already entered a wondrous realm." After saying this, Shuyuan seemed to realize she had
spoken out of turn, a blush rising to her cheeks. She quickly turned her face to look at the distant Dai Mountain and said, "This is also the first time I
've seen my late master's last work. The words 'form and emptiness' are repeated. As his disciple, I dare not presume to guess his intentions. However
… my late master mentioned the names of 189 beautiful women during his lifetime."
Having said this, Shuyuan didn't turn back and walked downstairs. After descending a few steps, she suddenly stopped, turning her back to Lin Yu and
saying, "There are maids waiting for you downstairs. My late master's last work is a supreme treasure; you two can only examine it in the Lai Sheng Pavilion
. Please forgive any rudeness."
This meant that until the First Madam finished copying the calligraphy, Lin Yu and Yao Min could only move within this pavilion
. Lin Yu hurriedly asked, "I have never met Mr. Nie before, and I am deeply grateful for such hospitality.
Would I have the honor of meeting Mr. Nie in person to express my gratitude?"
"Since you requested his calligraphy, I have already seen it; there is no need to meet him in person. If fate allows, you will surely meet my master." 　　 With
that, Shuyuan had already disappeared into the corridor, out of sight.

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