Listening to the spring rain all night in the small building

A small building hears the spring rain all night, a deep alley sells apricot blossoms tomorrow morning.
Last night, a heavy snow fell in Chang'an. Before dawn, the entire city was shrouded in white snow, shimmering with silver light.
So many farmers rushed into the city to sell vegetables before daybreak. The wind was biting cold. I took a flask of wine from the carriage and drank a few mouthfuls. The pungent taste warmed my body instantly. "
Make way, you in front!" A sudden shout came from behind the carriage, like a thunderclap. I immediately heard my retainer Yan Qing's voice reply loudly, "I am a retainer under the command of the military governor of Youzhou. Who dares to be so insolent here?" "Don't be rude!" Another voice rang out from behind, the arrogant voice falling silent. I lifted the curtain and jumped out of the carriage. A cold wind blew, and Chang'an was a vast expanse of white snow, its silvery light shining brightly in the night.
Yan Qing stood beside me, sword in hand, and said without hesitation, "Young Master, it was this group of people who were rude just now!" I followed his gaze and saw a troop of cavalry in black iron armor amidst the swirling snowflakes. The leader, with a full beard and piercing eyes, resembled a crouching tiger in the darkness. He clasped his hands in greeting:
"My name is Geshu Han. Please forgive my intrusion, sir, for your youth. What official position do you hold in the court?" I brushed the snowflakes from my shoulder, clasped my hands in greeting, and replied, "Fan Ning, son of the military governor of Youzhou." Geshu Han leaped off his horse, his armor gleaming. He placed his hand on his longsword and laughed heartily, "I've long heard of Young Master Fan's illustrious name. I've read your ten strategies for defeating the enemy. Though you are a scholar, you possess the bearing of a great general." I stepped forward to greet him, smiling, "General, your fame resounds far and wide. The Tibetans flee at the mere mention of your name. You are a rare talent, the most courageous and resourceful general in the Tang Dynasty. Meeting you tonight is truly an honor." Geshu Han took a flask of wine from his waist, uncorked it, and took a large gulp, saying, "Not at all, not at all. Soldiers guard the frontier..." "Fighting for the country is our duty, nothing to boast about. This is top-quality liquor; one sip and you won't feel cold, even lying in an ice cellar, let alone in a heavy snowfall." He tossed it to me cleanly. I caught it, smelled the flask, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Truly fine liquor! A light sip and my throat feels hot, my face even turns a little red." Geshuhan laughed heartily, "Brother, you can't handle this kind of strong liquor? Look, it's freezing cold, why not light a fire to warm ourselves? It's a pity there's no woman playing the pipa to entertain us, it's truly disheartening!" We sat cross-legged by the roadside, called for firewood, and started a fire. Once the fire was lit, we called for others to come and warm ourselves, creating a lively atmosphere. Geshuhan, chugging the liquor, his face radiating a hearty and generous spirit, said:
"I've been fighting on the frontier for years. My two greatest loves in life are: first, a true man should wield a three-foot sword, fight for his country on the battlefield, and die wrapped in a horse's hide—that would be the greatest honor; second, to drink the world's strongest liquor and ride the finest horse. What are your hobbies, brother?" I looked at his face, such a vibrant face, thought for a moment, and chuckled, "I don't have many ambitions. My only love in life is the most beautiful woman." Geshu Han laughed heartily, "That's straightforward! Next time, I'll get you a Tibetan beauty to play with, ha, that's exotic charm, ha!" I opened my robe to face the blazing fire and fine wine. "Then I shall accept your offer." A dozen or so people gathered around the blazing fire, laughing and chatting heartily in the snow and night. When Geshu Han was in high spirits, he couldn't help but exclaim, "It's a pity there's no beauty to play the pipa; otherwise, this scene would be enough to make one's life complete." I couldn't help but sigh as well, "Brother is right. If a beauty were to play a pipa, I would be truly delighted." Just as I finished speaking, a refreshing fragrance of a woman wafted in the cold wind. I was all too familiar with this scent. I turned around and saw a woman holding a pipa, dressed in a light green dress, slowly walking towards us through the vast expanse of snow.
Before she even approached, everyone felt a fragrant breeze waft past them. Many turned to look as a beautiful woman in a long dress gracefully approached. Her light green dress flowed, her black hair was smooth and shiny, her face was delicate and pretty, and her eyes held a gentle charm. She was radiant and possessed a delicate, fragile beauty that evoked a sense of vulnerability in a young girl. Her skin was as white as snow. She moved lightly to my side, gracefully gathered her sleeves, and sat down. She gently raised her face to look at the fire. The firelight made her eyes appear watery, and her skin as beautiful as snow. She parted her red lips and softly said:
"My daughter, Zhu Die, would like to play a tune."
She held a pipa, half of her pretty face hidden by it. Ge Shuhan laughed, "What a beautiful pipa player! Please play a tune for us to add to the merriment." Zhu Die nodded and replied, "Yes."
Her slender fingers lightly touched the strings and began to play the pipa. The wind and snow were raging, and the weather was freezing. The sound of the pipa was sometimes as gentle as a spring, sometimes like lovers whispering their secrets, sometimes tender and affectionate, sometimes like the clash of swords and the battle of a battlefield. The wind blew, and her strands of hair brushed against my face, bringing warmth and fragrance. I looked closely at her face and watched her playing the music earnestly. Her bright eyes were like gentle spring water.
After the piece ended, the crowd seemed still lost in its beauty, completely captivated. I clapped and shouted,
"Bravo!"
They snapped out of their reverie and cheered. Geshu Han put down his wine jug and asked with a smile, "May I ask where you come from, Miss?" Zhu Die looked somewhat dazed, her red lips parting slightly as she replied, "When An Lushan rebelled, my family and I fled here. Sadly, I'm all alone now." I couldn't guess how many times she had cried, for as she spoke of this, her eyes welled with tears, swirling but unable to fall—this was truly a case of the body being dead to the soul.
Upon hearing the name An Lushan, Ge Shuhan couldn't help but erupt in anger, saying, "That traitor An Lushan, despite receiving the Emperor's favor, shows no gratitude and instead raises an army in rebellion. He is truly despicable! I was summoned by the court to lead troops against the rebels." I couldn't help but say, "The rebels are advancing like a whirlwind; I hope you will not be careless, brother." Ge Shuhan laughed heartily, "To have a true friend in life is a joy beyond measure! It is enough to comfort one's entire life. A true man's life and death on the battlefield are predestined, wealth and honor are determined by fate; just do your best!" As Ge Shuhan spoke, his gaze fell on Zhu Die's pretty face, saying, "Brother Fan, aren't you a self-proclaimed romantic and talented man? Now that you have such a beauty as Miss Zhu, why don't you take her?" Upon hearing this, Zhu Die's pretty face immediately turned red, and she frowned, saying, "This humble woman is of lowly status and dares not... even dream of such a thing..." Ge Shuhan picked up his wine cup... "Nonsense! What do you mean by lowly status? From now on, you are my brother Shu Han's sister! Haha, I am also a general of the imperial court. Who dares to say a bad word about you? They'll have to ask me if I agree first!" Zhu Die hesitated, looking timid and indecisive. She was truly pitiful to behold. I couldn't help but grab her delicate hand and pull her into my arms, laughing, "Brother, how could I refuse such a kind invitation?" When I first held Zhu Die in my arms, she trembled like a frightened little bird. I held her tightly, warming her with my own body heat and shielding her from the wind and snow. Gradually, she stopped being afraid and stopped trembling. Her delicate hands groped for my waist, and she buried her pretty face in my chest. My cheek was pressed against her black hair, and I was intoxicated by the fragrance of her hair.
Geshu Han, in high spirits, laughed, "Haha, this night is truly wonderful! I say, men shouldn't be so coy. On such a fine night, I, your brother, will arrange for my sister to marry you. We'll have our wedding ceremony here. You wouldn't look down on the sister of a great general like me, would you?" I hugged Zhu Die tightly, looked up, and laughed, "How could I dare? I swear right here and now that I will never betray Zhu Die in this life. If I break this oath, may I, Fan Ning, be struck down by heaven and earth and die a horrible death!" Geshu Han slapped his thigh and laughed heartily, "Then what are you waiting for? Kneel down and get married! Let heaven and earth bear witness that my sister Zhu Die will marry Fan Ning!" I gently released Zhu Yao's delicate body, took her hand, and knelt down with her, facing Geshu Han, saying, "Heaven and earth bear witness that I, Fan Ning of Youzhou, will marry Miss Zhu Die. We are a loving couple, and I will never betray Zhu Die." "The wind and snow whipped Zhu Die's beautiful hair into a frenzy, the night sky and the blazing fire blending seamlessly. The beautiful woman knelt before me, her delicate figure no longer weak, but strong in the face of fate. Her voice trembled as she said, "Tonight, I, Zhu Die, wish to marry Fan Ning and spend my life with him, never to leave him." Ge Shuhan laughed heartily, "Good, good, good! I never imagined that I, Ge Shuhan, who has spent half my life fighting on the battlefield, would not only gain a good brother but also a good sister tonight. I say, we've already paid our respects to our brotherhood, why don't we hurry to the bridal chamber? If we don't go, don't blame your brother for getting angry!" I took her hand and we rose together, laughing, "Then I'll take my leave." With that, I scooped up Zhu Die's delicate body. Zhu Die let out a soft moan, too shy to speak, her slender body trembling gently in my arms. Her dress bloomed like a flower, revealing a pair of beautiful feet.
I carried my newlywed wife, Zhu Die, to my carriage. Outside, the wind and snow raged, but inside the carriage was warm.
In the darkness, I groped to undo her embroidered dress. Zhu Die moaned softly, her jade hands gently pushing me away. I lowered my head and kissed her neck and face passionately, her alluring fragrance filling the air. Zhu Die struggled, rubbing against my body. I opened my mouth and sucked on her snow-white neck skin, its smoothness like solidified cream. Zhu Die let out a soft cry, her small mouth uttering a plaintive sob, "No..." I smiled gently, "My wife, we are husband and wife now."
Zhu Die clutched her breasts, preventing me from touching them lightly, her delicate body trembling as she said, "I... I'm not a virgin, will you despise me, my lord?" In these chaotic times, she was a weak woman with no one to rely on. How could I demand that she be a virgin? I gently kissed her cheek and told her all my thoughts.
Zhu Die also told me about her past. She was originally a young lady from a prestigious family, but due to the chaos of the world, she was forced to flee and encountered bandits. Her entire family was killed, and she was the only one who survived because of her beauty. When she got to this point, she could no longer control herself, and tears streamed down her face, making her pretty face wet with tears: "A year ago, those beasts said I was young and beautiful, so they spared my life. A dozen or so wild beasts took turns ravaging me. I didn't know if I was alive or dead; I just kept crying. Later, when it got dark, a peasant woman saved me. She kept saying how terrible it was, cursing the bandits and beasts. When I touched my legs, they were covered in blood. I thought of myself..." "My chastity, preserved for so many years, has been violated by a bunch of beasts. How can a woman bear such humiliation? I thought of death on the spot, but she desperately saved me. My love, if you despise me, I... this is my fate..." As she spoke, her clothes were soaked with tears. I was heartbroken by her plight and hated those beasts who violated Zhu Die even more, so I felt even more pity for her. I wiped away her tears and said, "Heaven has bestowed you upon me as my wife, which is the greatest blessing for me, Fan Ning. My wife, we will definitely get through this. Do you believe in your husband?" Zhu Die's jade hands, which were tightly wrapped around her chest, finally trembled and loosened. She touched my cheek and said in a trembling voice:
"Fan Lang, take me, Zhu Die is your woman..."
Without further hesitation, I tore at her dress with both hands, opened my mouth and kissed her alluring red lips, kissing and sucking them deeply. Zhu Die's small mouth exhaled like orchids, and she moaned softly. I took the opportunity to stick my tongue into her small mouth. Zhu Die was stunned and at a loss, not knowing what to do when my tongue invaded her mouth.
I passionately instructed her, my tongue chasing and teasing her alluring tongue within her small mouth. Gradually, her tongue finally intertwined with mine, becoming inseparable. I held her soft red lips in my mouth, feeling the fragrance of orchids fill my mouth. My tongue entwined with hers, licking and lingering. Just then, I removed her dress, revealing two full mounds covered by a purple bra. A warm, milky scent wafted towards me. I trembled, almost shaking as I pulled open her bra. Her two snow-white, full breasts were instantly exposed. My mouth was dry, and I couldn't wait to bury my face in her breasts, licking and kissing them greedily. Her skin, her mouth greedily sucking on a delicate nipple, was ecstatic... Zhu Die's beautiful legs trembled, tightly wrapped around my waist. Helplessly, she stroked my black hair and gently called me, "Husband...husband." My penis was already thirsty and restless, exploring the wetness of her beautiful legs and jade cave between her thighs, slowly inserting itself. Her tender cave was incredibly tight, like a fairy's path, tightly enveloping my thick penis. On this snowy night, her most private tender cave devoured my penis, the scalding temperature making me feel ecstatic. The fiery temperature spread from the point of our bodies' union throughout my entire body, warming me.
Zhu Die sobbed softly. She was, after all, a woman of chastity, and this was only the second time in her life she had been intimate with a man. I arched my back slightly, feeling incredibly comfortable despite the difficulty of penetration. I couldn't help but grit my teeth and thrust repeatedly into her. As time passed, her vagina became incredibly wet. I stopped being gentle and began to forcefully thrust my penis into her. Zhu Die's breasts swayed wildly with my frenzied thrusting.
We embraced tightly, my engorged penis pumping wildly in and out of her. Zhu Die bit her red lips, trying to suppress her moans.
As the passion grew, lewd words escaped her lips, and the girl succumbed, moaning incessantly as I invaded her body.
We consummated our marriage in the snow, surrounded by the cold wind.
As dawn broke and the city gates swung open, people braved the heavy snow to rush into the city. An Lushan and Shi Siming's collusion in rebellion shocked the Tang Dynasty. The emperor urgently ordered all armies to fight, and Geshu Han was also summoned to Chang'an to receive his appointment.
Meanwhile, inside the carriage, Zhu Die, unable to resist my persistent advances, was kneeling between my legs, her alluring red lips taking my engorged member into her mouth. At first, she was clumsy and resistant, but after a while, she seemed to have mastered it, her small mouth tightly enveloping my member, sucking and licking. I felt incredibly comfortable, stroking her beautiful hair and gently calling her name.
Zhu Die's beautiful eyes were shy. Her delicate hands grasped my penis, and her small mouth sucked on the head of the shaft. After enduring for a long time, I couldn't hold back any longer and hurriedly hugged her hair, blurting out, "Wife, wife, I'm coming." My penis swelled up in her small mouth, and I shot out a large amount of hot, thick semen haphazardly. Zhu Die shook her head and whimpered. After I finished ejaculating, I gently and considerately pulled her into my arms. Zhu Die wanted to spit it out, but she didn't. She swallowed it shyly with her beautiful eyes.
The newlyweds embraced tenderly, their love overflowing. Chang'an, a city steeped in history and the capital, was magnificent and prosperous. Zhu Die nestled in my arms, softly whispering, "Fan Lang, I'm so tired..." I was in high spirits, stroking her hair, and said, "Sleep in your husband's arms." She nestled against me and fell into a deep sleep. The Tang Dynasty was far from what it once was. Treacherous officials held power, regional military governors wielded their armies, and An Lushan and Shi Siming had launched rebellions. My father was too old to travel to the capital to meet the emperor, so I had to go instead.
The distant wars had not yet affected the prosperity before us; the city was a scene of bustling activity, filled with song and dance.
The Yang family held immense power in the court, and An Lushan used the pretext of attacking the Yang family to launch his rebellion. The first person I wanted to see upon arriving in the capital was not the Emperor, but someone from the Yang family!
The carriage traveled along the main road in the city and finally stopped in front of the Yang residence. Yang Guozhong held immense power in the court because of his relationship with Yang Guifei, and many officials vied to submit to him. Even Youzhou belonged to Yang Guozhong's faction. As soon as I arrived at the gate and announced my name, a servant led me into the residence.
Upon entering Yang Guozhong's residence, one is immediately struck by its opulent decorations, countless pavilions and towers, and the presence of numerous beautiful women walking in processions. The heavily guarded compound rivals that of an imperial palace, a testament to the immense power and influence of the Yang family!
Yang Guozhong himself is a robust and imposing figure, with a dignified appearance and a shrewd and calculating nature. During our pleasant conversation, the inevitable exchange of gifts and treasures ensue. I took out a gold box I carried with me, opened it before Yang Guozhong, and said with a smile, "My father, deeply grateful for your esteemed favor and protection, respectfully presents a luminous pearl from the East Sea." Yang Guozhong was overjoyed upon seeing the treasure and replied with a smile, "Nephew, you are too kind." "Your father and I served in the same court, so it is only natural for us to help each other. If you don't mind the vulgarity of Chang'an, my dear nephew, you are welcome to travel around and enjoy yourself. Fine wine and beautiful women are a given. Please stay here tonight." I thanked him repeatedly before leaving the room. The servants arranged for me to stay in a particularly beautiful place. I also brought Zhu Die with me. Zhu Die was very beautiful and stayed by my side. We were newlyweds and inseparable. Today, I heard that Geshu Han had been ordered to lead an army of 200,000 to Tongguan.
When he set off for his campaign, I didn't see him off. As night fell, I was admiring the snowflakes fluttering outside the window. The room was warm and cozy. Zhu Die was a little tired, so she went to sleep first. My mind was filled with thoughts. I thought about when Geshu Han set off for his campaign, what kind of scene it must have been when the Tang Emperor personally saw him off, with the army marching all the way from Chang'an?
The snow was falling heavily outside the window. Unable to sleep, I went out of the room and wandered around. I walked across small bridges and streams, through the heavy snow. My clothes were covered with snowflakes. I stopped in front of a small building. This small building was extremely secluded and quiet all around. I stood downstairs and heard the sound of a woman playing the zither upstairs. I listened quietly to the piece and then went upstairs.
The person playing the zither was a beautiful woman, in the prime of her youth, very young and beautiful, with a slender and graceful figure, full breasts, and her hair piled high like clouds. Her pretty face did not reveal her age, but she seemed very young. Her delicate body was dressed in a pale yellow dress, hidden behind a gauze curtain. She only glanced at me briefly before turning her back to me.
She stood by the window, watching the swirling snowflakes outside. The atmosphere was silent and strange, and I couldn't say anything either, until she turned her delicate body and said softly, "Why don't you leave?" I walked towards her, a warm smile on my face: "There's music, a beautiful woman, heavy snow, and you. Why should I leave?" She couldn't help but scold me, "What a sharp-tongued, frivolous young man! Do you know who I am?" I lifted the gauze curtain, approached her step by step, and with a domineering force, embraced her delicate body, my hands gripping her waist tightly. My eyes were fixed on her pretty face as I said, "You don't need to know. My lady and I only need to remember tonight." She Without struggling or yielding, her beautiful eyes held a complex expression as she said, "I am Pei Rou, Yang Guozhong's first wife. Do you still dare to want me?" Everyone knew that Yang Guozhong was having an affair with Lady Hu and neglecting his own wife, and I understood that perfectly well. I said, word by word, "I want you!" Her coldness melted instantly like ice and snow, and her delicate body writhed and struggled in my arms like fire. She kissed my face and neck like a hungry wolf, and our clothes fell to the ground one by one. Finally, we were entangled on the bed. After the passion subsided, Pei Rou put on her clothes and cried incessantly, urging me to leave. I left and never returned.
Zhu Die and I were on our way back to Youzhou when we heard about Geshu Han's steadfast defense of Tongguan. The situation was excellent, and good news kept pouring in from all over the country. Like the warming weather, everything was getting better. During our time in Youzhou, Zhu Die and I were inseparable, deeply in love. However, only half a year after our trip to Chang'an, Yang Guozhong offered slanderous advice, and Emperor Li Longji of Tang, blinded by greed, sternly ordered Geshu Han to leave the pass.
Knowing full well that he could not leave the pass, Geshu Han was forced to do so. His 200,000-strong army was ambushed by rebel forces who unleashed a barrage of rolling stones and thunderous fires, setting the city ablaze. Unaware of their own strength, the 200,000 Tang soldiers fired arrows indiscriminately for a day before realizing they hadn't hit a single enemy. The rebels attacked from both sides, and the Tang army collapsed like a house of cards. Their cries of despair were deafening. Tens of thousands of Tang soldiers drowned in the Yellow River, and hundreds of grain ships were crushed and sunk by the fleeing
troops. Of the 200,000 Tang soldiers, only a few thousand escaped back to Tongguan. Geshu Han himself was bound to a horse by surrendered Tang generals and surrendered to An Lushan.
With Tongguan lost, Chang'an was left defenseless. Emperor Li Longji fled in panic. Upon reaching Mawei Slope, the exhausted and weary soldiers refused to advance, instead killing Yang Guozhong and forcing Yang Guifei to commit suicide.
Later I learned that Pei Rou had someone stab her to death in the bamboo forest, committing suicide. Remembering the sound of the zither beneath the small building that night, the heavy snow falling, snowflakes covering my clothes, I dreamt of Pei Rou countless times. She smiled at me, still vaguely the same as that night. Now, the bamboo forest where she died is overgrown with weeds. Her beautiful soul is gone, and only those still alive haunt my dreams.
A year later, Zhu Die gave birth to a son. We were overjoyed for a long time. An Lushan was killed, and Geshu Han was also killed. The Tang Dynasty was still the same Tang Dynasty, but it was no longer prosperous. All its splendor had faded. Chang'an was still Chang'an, but the old friends were gone, and the colors had changed.
Zhu Die is now playing with her son in her arms. The son crawls around on the ground. Watching this scene, I wrote a poem.
First, the pavilion warms the jade flute; second, the greenhouse is filled with a beautiful face.
I lightly paint the woman at the dressing table, her beauty unparalleled.
Her eyes are full of affection, her smile like a flower; her skin is delicate and fair.
Her fair arms, soft and alluring, reflected the beauty of spring; at her knees, a small incense burner adorned with carved carp.
Suddenly, a sigh escapes her lips, lamenting the fleeting nature of human relationships, for after the splendor comes only the twilight of life.
[The End]

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/191122.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=191122&aspx=1

Previous Page : Transmigration of the Heavenly Demon Harp

Next Page : Anecdotes about the History of Morality

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Listening to the spring rain all night in the small building

comment Open a new window to view comments