One of the Ten Forbidden Books of the Ming and Qing Dynasties: Phoenix Pond

Phoenix Pond
Author: Yanxia Sanren Proofreader: Wei Haiying
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Chapter 1 Appreciating Plum Blossoms: Heroic Spirit and Poetic Talent Appear Together, Dancing with a Precious Sword, Ghostly Schemes and Scorpion Plans Arrive Chapter 2 Who Pities the Exiled Guest Who Hangs Incense on the Bed? He Is an Immortal, and Qi Wan Doesn't Hesitate to Change Her Makeup to Seek a Lucky Man Chapter 3 A Strange Woman Encounters a Strange Fate Through a Strange Dream, and a Proud Scholar's Proud Talent Vanishes Chapter 4 Where Did the Drunken Young Master Come From? Amazing Memory Under the Moon: Remembering Many Beauties, Only Because of the Broken Line in the Tower Chapter 5 A Loyal Minister Falls into a Tiger's Pit, Willing to Be a Ghost on the Edge of a Knife, and a Virtuous Lady Throws a Beast into the Tiger's Den, Temporarily Becoming a Guest of the Military Headquarters Chapter 6 A Heartfelt At First Sight Leads to Love, but Seriousness Turns into Pretense, Meeting Face to Face, Having Never Met Before, Because of an Old Friend Meeting a New One Chapter 7 Lying on the East Bed, Opening His Belly, Wishing Heaven to Quickly Change Him into a Man, Talking Heart to Heart in the West Pavilion, Suitable for Sisters to Join Hands Under the Moon Chapter 8 A Pretend Encounters Another Pretend, A Poem Reveals the Mechanism, A Fool Meets Another Fool, Three Cups of Wine Lead to a Treacherous Scheme Chapter 9 Gold and Jade Overturned Good friends meet the holy emperor, the pipa plays a different tune, and a treacherous friend suddenly runs off to a beautiful woman. Chapter 10: A fake guest meets a beautiful woman, impersonating Chun Yuan. The unrighteous husband is cleverly met by a talkative silver deer. Chapter 11: Facing each other but not meeting, they secretly exchange news and chat. They eavesdrop and clearly tell the truth. Chapter 12: A commoner thinks of food in a dog hole. A swan with blue eyes proposes marriage to Danfeng before the dragon throne of Mount Tai. Chapter 13: Carrying water to sell people, the treacherous minister is exposed and disgraced. The emperor, with a set topic and rhyme, acts as matchmaker. Chapter 14: The three armies triumph, and the report shows that a man is a hero. One memorial to the emperor shows that a chivalrous hero is a hero. Chapter 15: Right and wrong, the second young lady has a thousand clever schemes, and the two top scholars are full of suspicion. Chapter 16: Breaking the mystery, old friends and new friends are reunited as a family. The eldest aunt's husband and the youngest aunt's husband are married. Annotation: "Phoenix Pond", sixteen chapters, written by Yanxia Sanren of the Qing Dynasty. Yanxia Sanren, according to modern research, is Liu Zhang during the Kangxi and Yongzheng periods.
Liu Zhang, courtesy name Yutang, sobriquet Jiefu, also known as Yanxia Sanren and Qiaoyun Shanren, was a native of Yangqu (present-day Taiyuan, Shanxi). He passed the imperial examination in 1696 (the 35th year of the Kangxi reign) and became the magistrate of Shenze County, Zhili Province in 1723 (the first year of the Yongzheng reign). Liu Zhang was deeply knowledgeable about the world and the people, and was deeply loved by them. After four years in office, he was dismissed due to the fault of his predecessor. He was still alive in 1745 (the 10th year of the Qianlong reign), but his year of death is unknown.
Liu Zhang wrote many novels throughout his life, including this book, as well as *Zhan Gui Zhuan*, *Fei Hua Yan Xiang*, and *Huan Zhong Zhen*. He was also a skilled painter, and his landscape paintings in blue and green have been passed down to
posterity. This book is based on the Gengshuwu edition, with reference to the edition held by Peking University Library.
Talented men are rarely born, and virtuous women are few and far between.
The events are wondrous and unparalleled, the joys and sorrows of separation and reunion truly astonishing.
His words are fragrant and beautiful, worthy of being written in bold and ingenious schemes.
This work is unlike any other; once read, it is never tiresome to reread.
Gengshuwu Printing House
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Chapter One: Appreciating the Plum Blossoms, Heroic Spirit, Poetic Talent, and the Dance of the Precious Sword; Ghostly Schemes and Scorpion Plans Arrive. The poem reads: "Our hearts are as close as Guan Zhong and Bao Shuya, our friendship is as strong as Guan Zhong and Bao Shuya, our poetry bag, sword case, and wine gourd are overflowing. We do not know the tricks of the mountain demon, who roams openly in broad daylight. All things have a priceless value; we would not take them lightly. The storms of life can startle people in an instant. He once traveled incognito through the Song Dynasty; how much more so a scholar!
" Right tune: "Lang Tao Sha"
It is said that in the previous dynasty, in Luoyang County, Henan Prefecture, there was a talented scholar named Yun Jian, courtesy name E Ying. His father, Du Qing, was an official, holding the position of Left Vice Minister of War, and his mother was from the Shan family. Yun was only five years old when his mother, Shan, suddenly passed away. Because a fellow student presented him with a precious sword on the day of his birth, he was named Yun Jian (Cloud Sword). The Vice Minister was tasked with suppressing a female bandit known as the Emei Queen in Mount Emei, Sichuan, who was causing trouble in the region. The court dispatched a general named Wen Bin to lead troops to quell the rebellion. However, General Wen's army was isolated and out of supplies, suffering a crushing defeat. At this time, the Minister of War, Zhan Youwei, pressured him to accept bribes. General Wen, known for his loyalty and bravery, said, "The defeat due to lack of supplies is not my fault." He firmly refused, preferring to accept punishment. Minister Zhan was furious and submitted a memorial accusing him of causing national disaster and defeat, a death sentence he could not escape. Fortunately, Vice Minister Yun, valuing talent and pitying Wen's innocent accusation, repeatedly submitted memorials to plead his case, thus allowing General Wen to be dismissed and return to his hometown. From then on, Minister Zhan resented Vice Minister Yun and repeatedly sought to frame him. Knowing he could not escape punishment, Vice Minister Yun submitted a memorial requesting retirement, which the Emperor granted, allowing him to return home to focus on teaching his children. Just over a year later, he fell ill and passed away. At this time, Yun Sheng was only twelve years old. His grief and grief were beyond description. Fortunately, an old servant named Chi Xin (Hopeful Heart) diligently supported his young master until he was seventeen. He was blessed with handsome features, like a prince, with a divine appearance; his spirit was like autumn water, his demeanor like a spring breeze; he was exceptionally intelligent, able to memorize anything he read. After his mourning period, he took the imperial examination for children and passed with flying colors. While
Yun Sheng was still alive, many wanted to arrange a marriage between him and his daughter. However, the official was upright and inflexible, and instead of considering the daughter's character, he insisted on choosing a marriage partner, either disliking the man's lowly status or his domineering ways. Thus, the marriages were repeatedly rejected. Yun Sheng, however, paid no attention to these matters, focusing solely on his studies and advancement. Although his official position was ordinary, his expenses were limited. After his father's death, he sent away all the family members and servants, leaving only a young servant named Song Feng, who, along with the old servant Chi Xin, managed to support them without great hardship. Yun Sheng was skilled in calligraphy, though not following the styles of Zhang Zhi or Wang Xizhi, his brushstrokes still possessed a certain elegance; he was also adept at painting, though not on par with masters like Hu Tou or Dao Zi, he still managed to create something new. However, he was by nature upright and averse to associating with vulgar people. Even if you were a son of an official family, if you were illiterate, he would find you repulsive and would avoid you at all costs, thus remaining aloof and unsociable. He once said, "It's better to associate with beautiful birds and flowers than with ordinary mortals." His only close confidant was the son of an elder, surnamed Wan, named Wei, styled Qi Gong. Qi Gong was a man of lofty aspirations, eloquent in speech, and possessed the air of a national hero. He didn't use a writing brush, but preferred long spears and great swords, and admired the nobleman Ding Yuan and the military officer Can Shang. He would shake his head and close his eyes at those who quoted poetry and classical texts, finding only Yun E Ying in a kindred spirit. Why were these two so close? Because Yun Sheng possessed an unyielding spirit, a hero from poetry and literature; and Wan Sheng, with a chivalrous spirit like clouds, a hero among swordsmen, they were kindred spirits, their friendship as inseparable as glue. Indeed, true friendship is not found in words, but in the heart. Like
Sun Tzu, Wu Qi, Confucius, and Mencius, their hearts resonated, allowing others to speak of unbreakable bonds.
Now, let's talk about Luoyang County, the most prosperous place in the land, famous for its flowers, especially the Sheng Sheng outside the East Gate. Several miles from the city, there was a small village called Sujiawu, said to be where Su Qin studied. Later, when Su Qin became prime minister of six states, a grand mansion was built in the city, and this place was transformed into a garden. Every spring and autumn, countless flowers bloomed in competition, a riot of color. For generations, it was said to have been guarded. Later, a high-ranking official from the Su family emerged, and the garden was further embellished. The garden was several miles wide, with a very high white wall, and peach and willow trees planted on all four sides, interspersed among the trees. The garden gate faces south. Entering the first level, one first encounters a hermitage, where a statue of the Flower Goddess is displayed. Above it hangs a plaque inscribed: "Like Brocade Pavilion." Behind the hermitage are two bamboo doors. A few steps inside, one finds a small pavilion called the Gathering Fragrance Pavilion, its four sides enclosed by bamboo screens. On the screens are displayed fragrant roses, rosebuds, and other flowering plants. When they bloom, their red and white blossoms mingle, filling the air with a rich, intoxicating fragrance. Beyond the pavilion lies another world: a spacious area filled entirely with peonies. These peonies display all five colors. In the center stands a large hall, housing a statue of a deity. A separate fragrant pavilion bears six large golden characters: "The Place Where a Hundred Flowers Gather." On either side are two large buildings: the eastern one is called "Drunken Spring," and the western one "Blooming Flowers." These are for those who wish to admire the flowers, drink wine, or compose poetry, all enjoying themselves in these buildings. In the southeast corner of the Drunken Spring Pavilion is another small pavilion called the Flower Temple Hall, the only place filled with peonies. Behind the hall, the area is filled with famous flowers, too numerous to describe. Wandering into the middle, there is a small pond with a small pavilion in the middle. Beside the pavilion is a grove of magnolias, and the pavilion is inscribed with the name "Sixth Brother's Abode." A painted boat floats on the pond, its oars propelling it downstream. Mooring the boat to the magnolias, one feels as if one is nestled beside Sixth Brother. Lotus and hibiscus are planted throughout the pond. After the lotus fades, the hibiscus blooms. The painted boat floats past on the pond, and a small hill is faintly visible. At the foot of the hill is a cave, exquisitely crafted and interconnected, no less beautiful than the Peach Blossom Spring of Wuling. A stele at the cave entrance is inscribed with "Little Yu Ridge." The surrounding plum blossoms are so abundant that some are described in Jian Wen's "Ode to Guangping," and many others are too numerous to list. In spring, tourists and ladies flock here. The twelfth day of the second lunar month is the birthday of the Flower Goddess, and it is especially lively. On this day, called the Hundred Flowers Festival, all people, regardless of status or age, participate in various performances. There's a poem, "Song of Luoyang East," that beautifully captures the scene: East of Luoyang, a temple like brocade, flowers fly north and south of the city; East of Luoyang, a temple like brocade, fragrant breezes blow far and near.
Carriages and horses gather like clouds, fragrant mists swirl.
Green leaves vie for green hair, red blossoms flutter in alluring red skirts.
Green hair and red skirts, so beautiful, laughing as they enter the deepest part of the flowers.
It's as if strolling in the Spring Bright Pool, makeup and flowers intertwined in enchanting beauty.
Whose young master, dressed so elegantly, with a golden bridle and coral whip? A
fifteen-year-old girl's golden hairpin falls, she laughs as she picks it up, admiring the handsome young man.
The young man, drunk amidst the flowers, presses his hand on a blossom, his heart breaking.
The setting sun sinks into the flower-filled hut, he awakens, still embracing a flower branch as he sleeps.
Now, since entering the academy, Yun Sheng had kept a low profile and knew nothing of the outside world. It was early February of this year, and Yun Sheng was reading when Song Feng walked in with a smile, holding a sprig of plum blossom, and handed it to Yun Sheng with both hands. Yun Sheng, who had always loved plum blossoms, took the branch and sniffed it a few times before asking, "Where did this flower come from?" Song Feng replied, "Someone outside just now took it and gave it to him, saying it was from Xiaoyu Ridge." Yun Sheng smiled and said, "I've heard that Dayu Ridge has the most plum blossoms, how come there's another Xiaoyu Ridge? This person is clearly making fun of you." Song Feng said, "So you don't know, sir! There's a Xiaoyu Ridge in the Su Family Garden outside the East Gate, and the plum blossoms there are blooming profusely now!" Yun Sheng, who rarely left his home, had never heard of the scenic beauty of the Su Family Garden, so he asked, "Is it accessible?" Song Feng said, "Of course it's accessible! I'm afraid it'll be too crowded."
Song Feng was praising the scenery of Su Family Village, trying to pique Yun Sheng's interest so that he could go and enjoy it under the guise of official business, when suddenly a loud noise was heard from inside the bedroom. Both master and servant were startled. What was that sound? It was like the roar of a tiger in the South Mountain, or the cry of an old dragon in the North Sea.
It turned out to be the whistling of the sword in its sheath. Yun Sheng and Song Feng went into the bedroom, where all was silent. They could see that the sword sheath beside the bed seemed to be moving. Yun Sheng knew what was going on and quickly asked Song Feng to bring out the sword sheath. They opened the sheath, took out the sword, and saw that it was radiant with light. Yun Sheng was overjoyed. Yun Sheng hurriedly straightened his clothes and bowed four times, then said, "Precious sword, precious sword, perhaps it's because you've followed this poor scholar like me, and haven't had a chance to rise in the world, that's why you're chirping?" Before he finished speaking, Wan Qigong arrived and called out, "Brother E Ying, what are you saying over there?" Yun Sheng said, "Brother Wan, what I'm about to tell you is quite strange!" He then recounted his conversation about viewing the plum blossoms and the reason for the sword's chirping. "Isn't that strange?" Wan Sheng said, "Truly strange! Truly strange!" He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said, "That's it, that's it. I think your true essence comes from the sword. Today the precious sword chirped, and soon your father will also chirp!" Everyone laughed, and Wan Sheng continued, "Brother Yun, what did you just say about viewing the plum blossoms? That's exactly why I came here. I heard that on the 12th, the Suzhou Garden was teeming with tourists. How about we take our walking sticks and go there for some fun?"
Yun Sheng was just being talked about by Song Feng. The plum blossoms in Su Garden were in full bloom, and he longed to see them. This was exactly what he wanted to hear, so he said, "I'm also in the same mood. It would be wonderful if I went with you! We just need to go early so we can enjoy the day to the fullest!"
Wan Sheng said, "Of course. But you're good at poetry, so you'll need to bring paper and pen to compose a plum blossom poem. I have nothing to drink with, and I'm quite lonely. Just now, the sword rang out; perhaps I could perform a plum blossom dance?"
Yun Sheng said, "If you're interested in sword dancing, that would be wonderful. Then we can compose poems and dance with swords, poets and knights alike, the two of us enjoying ourselves!" They laughed and joked for a while, then Wan Sheng said, "I'll take my leave now. I'll invite you to my residence before the appointed time."
Yun Sheng said, "Don't break your promise."
Wan Sheng said, "I'm afraid you'll be tied up by bookworms; how could I break my promise!" The two laughed and parted. Indeed: Today, the dream of Luofu is brought forth; tomorrow, the broth will be prepared.
On that day, Wan Sheng indeed arrived early. Yun Sheng was waiting for him there, and upon seeing him, he greeted him with a smile, saying, "I'm like Wei Sheng under the bridge, aren't you going to be a woman who misses her appointment?"
Wan Sheng also laughed and said, "I was afraid the water under the bridge would rise, so I dared not be late."
Yun Sheng said, "I've already asked Xiao Jia to buy wine and food, you can go there quickly."
Wan Sheng said, "Brother Yun is extremely thoughtful!"
He then ordered Song Feng to carry a carrying pole, putting wine and food on one end and paper, pen, and sword box on the other, and also took a bright red felt sheet, instructing Chi Xin to watch the house. Chi Xin said, "Sir, please come back early." Yun Sheng nodded, and the three of them headed out of the east gate.
Along the way, they saw countless men and women. Chatting and laughing all the way, they had already arrived at Sijin Lane. The three of them squeezed in, briefly admired the pavilions and towers, and then disembarked from the painted boat. Crossing Xiaoyu Ridge, a fragrant breeze was already wafting from afar. Looking out, ten thousand plum blossoms filled the air, a sight to behold. Upon reaching the top of the cliff, Yun Sheng was overjoyed and said to Wan Sheng, "I've been confined to my humble abode, unaware of this magnificent view. Have I failed the plum blossoms, or have the plum blossoms failed me?" Wan Sheng replied, "If I hadn't invited you sooner, I would have failed you, and I would have failed the plum blossoms as well." Yun Sheng laughed loudly, "Today's journey has made us equal!" Chatting and laughing, they reached the ridge, chose the most vibrant plum tree, and asked Song Feng to spread out a felt mat and set out wine and food. The two of them drank together. After a few drinks, Wan Sheng laughed and said, "With your talent, brother, the future favors you'll receive are a given. But sleeping alone in a paper tent, how can you remain unmoved in the future?" Yun Sheng said, "Brother Wan, please don't mention that. For example, I have always loved plum blossoms. Other things, even if they are as beautiful as peach blossoms, as lush as apricot blossoms, or as rich and noble as peonies, have long since lost their appeal. As for marriage, the most important relationship between people, it must be someone of unparalleled beauty, surpassing peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, and peonies, and resembling this plum blossom, before I can even look at them. Otherwise, I would rather sleep alone and would never dare to pursue such a person lightly. As for you, brother, I wonder what you think?" Wan Sheng said, "I dare not predict. I will keep myself here and wait."
As the two were chatting and drinking, several more people came to see the plum blossoms from the painted boat. One man, wearing a square scarf and loose clothes, with a face full of the smell of wine and women, went up the hill with two hangers-on and several servants. They also set out under a plum tree and began to eat and drink heartily. Wan Sheng asked Yun Sheng, "Brother, is your poetic inspiration stirring?" Yun Sheng replied, "To not compose a poem about plum blossoms would be a disservice to the Flower Goddess. Your words have greatly inspired me." He then asked Song Feng to bring out a brush and inkstone, ground the ink, and laid out a small sheet of paper. Yun Sheng pondered for a moment, picked up the brush, and wrote in one stroke. He handed it to Wan Sheng with both hands, saying, "Please teach me, please teach me." Wan Sheng took it and immediately recited: "Atop all flowers, it reigns supreme in spring; even immortals doubt its origins from the Jade Island. Its
delicate beauty allows bees and butterflies to accompany it; its lofty heart yearns for snow and frost.
In the cold of winter, who doesn't admire your chivalrous spirit? To refine the cauldron, we still need your talent.
Let us not forget the sentiments of this day, and let us drink a thousand cups of wine in unison."
After reciting the poem, he exclaimed, "What a fine poem! It's a pity I'm just a commoner and cannot join you in composing a matching poem." He then poured a large cup and handed it to Yun Sheng, saying, "Since you haven't failed the plum blossoms, how could the plum blossoms fail you? A thousand cups are not much, one cup is not little; I'll take the place of the plum blossoms as host!" Yun Sheng laughed loudly, "Only you, brother, can be the host of the plum blossoms; only the plum blossoms can make me drink so heartily." He then raised his cup and drank it down in one gulp. Jing then poured a large cup and handed it to Wan Sheng, saying, "Please drink on behalf of the plum blossoms, brother." The two laughed heartily for a while. At this point, Wan Sheng was already tipsy and stood up, saying, "Brother, your poetic inspiration has waned, and I've been itching to perform for a long time." Yun Sheng also stood up, saying, "It's your turn, brother." He then told Song Feng to prepare the wine and food. Wan Sheng took off his outer clothes, gently picked up his sword, and began to wield it with ease. Those who had been watching the plum blossoms, seeing someone wielding a sword, all gathered around to watch. Even the group of people who had been drinking earlier crowded together.
At this moment, Wan Sheng gradually revealed his skills in the dance. A dazzling light flashed, his expression ethereal, the sword amplified his power, and he moved with the sword. Sometimes slow, sometimes fast, like a dragon emerging from the sea; sometimes horizontal, sometimes vertical, like a tiger charging through the forest. The air was filled with the whooshing sound of wind and waves, like a thousand films sweeping across the land. The movements were like pear blossoms dancing wildly, like snowflakes drifting horizontally. He twisted and turned, step by step, each movement precise and powerful, as if wielding a golden snake; opening and closing, going and coming, truly a silver sea of movement. He released his grip, like a waterfall cascading down, a seamless display of skill. He turned sharply, summoning clouds and rain, the purple mist of a thousand forests vanishing without a trace. Truly, the Fengcheng sword soared to the heavens, flying into the depths of the Yan Jin River.
When Wan Sheng finished his dance, he gently placed it back in its box, his expression serene. All who watched cheered. Yun Sheng exclaimed, "What divine skill!" Wan Sheng replied, "I couldn't escape the common folk, so I just did it haphazardly."
Those who had finished watching all left. But the man in the square scarf and wide robes, accompanied by two others, stood there, his eyes fixed on the sword, wanting to see it but hesitant to ask. Wan Sheng, sensing his desire, raised his hand and bowed slightly, saying, "Brother, would you like to see this sword?" The man replied, "I dare not." Wan Sheng said, "Why not?" He took it from its case and handed it to him. The man took it, looked at it a couple of times, and without a word, returned it to Wan Sheng, bowing again, and left. Yun Sheng then said, "This man is clearly a spoiled brat, surely illiterate. Otherwise, how could he be so uncouth?" Wan Sheng said, "Don't pay him any mind. I'm thirsty from dancing; how about another cup with you?" Yun Sheng said, "I'd like to as well." He quickly ordered Song Feng to set out the wine, and they drank until evening before returning home.
Do you think that man in the square scarf and wide robe is that? He's none other than Bai Ben, a notorious rogue from Luoyang County, also known as Wuwen. His father is a current Censor. He's a master of abusing his power, committing adultery and other illegal acts. And thankfully, he's completely illiterate. His two henchmen are Fu Liangxing and You Qixian. They stir up trouble and aid the wicked, colluding with every corrupt official in the yamen. After returning from examining the sword, Young Master Bai said to You Qixian, "Old You, that sword is truly exceptional. Could you inquire for me about its owner? It would be wonderful to acquire it." You Qixian replied, "I've already found out. The poet is the son of the late Vice Minister Yun; the swordsman is the son of Instructor Wan. This sword belongs to that young Yun. It won't be difficult for you to get it, sir. Tomorrow, I'll get a visiting card and pay him a visit. He'll surely return the favor. You can invite him for a meal, sir, and then I'll ask him if he's willing to sell it. With your influence, sir, and the fact that he's the son of a deceased poor village official, he'll naturally flatter you. You might even offer to buy it, or perhaps it will be given to you." The young master said, "That makes sense, that makes sense."
The next day, he had his servant bring the visiting card and asked You Qixian to accompany him. That day, Yun Sheng was polishing his precious sword when Chi Xin came panting in, holding a note, announcing, "A young master named Bai has come to pay his respects, sir." Yun Sheng told Song Feng to put the sword away and took the note to read. It read: "Bai Ben, a member of the Nian family, pays his respects to Yun Sheng." He had no choice but to come out and meet him, recognizing him as the man who had watched the sword dance the other day. After they met and sat down, the man asked his name. Before Yun Sheng could begin speaking, You Qixian bowed and said, "This is the eldest son of the current Censor Bai. He has long admired your talent, sir, and has come to pay his respects today." Yun Sheng replied, "I have not yet met you, so please do not trouble yourself." The young master Bai said, "I am eager to learn from you, please do not stand on ceremony." You Qixian said, "Although our Master Bai is wealthy, he is always humble. I remember the other day when we were watching the plum blossoms, you composed a fine poem, which you still praise to this day." Before he finished speaking, Song Feng brought tea. They chatted about other things, without mentioning the sword. After the tea, they took their leave.
Yun Sheng pondered, "I've never met him before. We didn't even speak when we were looking at the plum blossoms that day. Why has he come to visit me today? He doesn't seem refined at all; he's probably just all talk." Just as he was wondering, Wan Qigong arrived. He had already seen the invitation on the table and asked, "Brother Yun, when did you come to know this esteemed Bai?" Yun Sheng replied, "Who do you think it is? It's the man I saw the other day, the son of Bai Gong, the Censor. I've never met him before and don't know why he's come to see me." Just as he was struggling to explain, Wan Sheng said, "He must have come because he admires your talent, Brother." Yun Sheng said, "I think that man has no refined manners at all. How can I associate with him?" Wan Sheng said, "Gu Yun always responds to polite greetings. Your intention is simply not to get close to his powerful influence. However, since he came first, it would be like giving up your meal because of a choked tongue. How can that be?" Yun Sheng said, "You're right."
So, two days later, he also wrote a New Year's invitation and asked Song Feng to return the visit.
Meanwhile, Young Master Bai, with You Qixian peeking out from outside the door, saw Yun Sheng and hurriedly went to inform him. Before a formal invitation could be sent, they had already dressed and come out to greet him. The greetings and pleasantries were exchanged. At this time, Fu Liangxing, seeing Yun Sheng present, introduced himself and they drank tea. Yun Sheng was about to take his leave when Young Master Bai said, "It's a great honor to have you here, Brother Yun. Please sit down and we still have much to learn from you." You Qixian and Fu Liangxing added, "Master Bai is very hospitable. Those who share his ideals are his sworn brothers. Today, we've come to learn from you, Master Yun, out of admiration for your talent. Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" Yun Sheng had no choice but to sit down again.
A short while later, dishes were brought out from inside. Yun Sheng saw them and insisted on leaving, but the three of them wouldn't let him go. Young Master Bai said, "It's just a meal between friends. Why make such a fuss? Perhaps you think I'm too foolish to talk to." Seeing their insistence, Yun Sheng reluctantly sat down. After exchanging a few polite words, they took their seats. The two men, You and Fu, spoke in archaic and literary phrases, either flattering Young Master Bai or feigning respect for Yun Sheng. After several rounds of drinks, Fu Liangxing asked, "The one who danced with sword under the plum blossom tree at Xiaoyu Ridge that day must be a dear friend!" Yun Sheng replied, "Indeed, a dear friend." Fu Liangxing said, "His swordsmanship was incredibly free and unrestrained; he truly is a swordsman of exceptional talent." Old You chimed in, "Don't even mention the swordsmanship; this sword alone is unparalleled in Luoyang County. Even a family like Master Bai's probably wouldn't possess one. I've heard it belongs to Master Yun, is that true?" Yun Sheng replied, "It's my father's possession, and he cherishes it dearly." Fu Liangxing asked, "How much is such a precious sword worth?" Yun Sheng, seeing that the two men were only concerned with the sword's length, already understood, and said seriously, "Even a single tael of gold is easy for someone willing to sell, but ten thousand taels is hard to come by. How can I set a price?" Having said this, he stood up to take his leave. Seeing that the conversation was not going well, Young Master Bai did not try to keep him any longer, saw him to the door, and bowed before departing.
Turning to the two, he said, "Judging from Xiao Yun's tone, he doesn't seem willing to sell. What should we do?" You and Fu, who had intended to help him buy the sword and curry favor with the young master, were disappointed by Yun Sheng's words. You Qixian said, "I have a plan. If we can get two hundred taels of silver, we can get our hands on it." Young Master Bai hurriedly asked, "What's your plan?" Old You said, "Right now, because of the Emei witch's rebellion in Sichuan, all prefectures and counties are strictly enforcing the baojia system. We just need to take this opportunity to draft an anonymous petition accusing him of harboring the main sword and conspiring with the witch; then you can instruct the county magistrate to use some silver, and taking Xiao Yun's life will be no problem. Then, we can eliminate the root of the problem, and the sword will surely be ours!" Young Master Bai repeatedly exclaimed, "Excellent plan! Excellent plan!" He then drafted a petition, took out two hundred taels of silver, gave it to Old You, and told him to carry it out quickly. It was just as the saying goes: "A sudden gust of wind stirs up a thousand waves, and a dense fog suddenly obscures the sky for ten thousand miles.
" Old You came out and said to Fu Liangxing, "Old Fu, you're familiar with the yamen. Have this petition entrusted to someone, give him one hundred taels of silver, and have this matter settled. I'll split this one hundred taels with you." Fu Liangxing smiled broadly and said, "Excellent! In that case, quickly bring the silver. I have an acquaintance named Li Shitu, a corrupt official in the yamen. Ask him, and it will be perfectly fine." Old You then exchanged the silver, gave him one hundred taels, and then gave him forty taels of the remaining one hundred taels. Old Fu asked, "What about these twenty taels?" You Youxian said, "I understand there might be miscellaneous expenses involved. Are you going to separate them again?" Old Fu said, "That makes sense." "Even after receiving the silver, I went to find Li Shitu and told him about it. The people in the yamen, seeing the snow-white silver, were like flies to blood, readily agreeing, saying that after the matter was done, they would help him in front of the young master. Old Fu said, 'Of course, but it's best to see results first.' They went about their business, and that's another story.
Now, since Yun Sheng came to visit, he had been telling Wan Sheng about this matter, finding it laughable. Wan Sheng said, 'I've inquired about this person, and it turns out he's a mean-spirited fellow. We should be wary of him from now on.' Yun Sheng deeply agreed.
Wan Sheng was a thoughtful man, and he often inquired about things for Yun Sheng. One day, as he was walking past the county seat, someone called out from behind, 'Cousin Wan, why haven't you visited my humble cousin's house lately?'" Wan Sheng turned around and saw that it was none other than Li Shitu. It turned out the two were cousins, but Li Shitu was a dishonest person, so they rarely interacted. This chance encounter allowed them to exchange a few words about their long separation. Li Shitu insisted that Wan Sheng stay at his home, and Wan Sheng, unable to refuse, had to go with him. He quickly ordered a servant to buy wine and food. Soon everything was arranged, and the two drank together. Wan Sheng asked, "Cousin, how has business been lately?" Li Shitu replied, "Thank you for your concern, cousin. I'm fortunate to have such good fortune, and I can make a living, but money comes and goes, and things have always been difficult. But today, something has happened that has given me some satisfaction." "It's just that a good person has been harmed." Wan Sheng then asked what kind of person and what kind of matter it was, but Shi Tu refused to say. Unable to withstand Wan Sheng's questioning, he could only resort to riddles, saying, "The leaders are all sons of local officials. One is the son of a current magistrate, and the other is the son of a former official. I heard he's a poor scholar, and for something insignificant, they've made him take on a huge responsibility. I'm afraid this poor scholar has been having a headache these past few days!" Upon hearing this, Wan Sheng knew that it was Young Master Bai who had framed Yun Sheng, so he said, "My cousin just made an appointment with a friend, and he's waiting there now." He insisted on leaving.
After leaving the house, he hurried to Yun Sheng's house. When Yun Sheng saw Wan Sheng coming, he acted strangely and hurriedly asked, "Brother Wan, why are you in such a hurry today?" Wan Sheng said, "Brother Yun, something bad has happened to you!" Yun Sheng was also startled and said, "I've been guarding the kitchen for a long time, what trouble could I have?" Wan Sheng then recounted what he had said when he bumped into Li Shi Tu. At this moment, Chi Xin and Song Feng both heard it and were utterly astonished. Then Yun Sheng said, "I have nothing to hide in the dark, and my shadow is not to be ashamed of. Even if there are flies, they cannot tarnish my flawless image. It is only because of this that you can frame an ordinary person by fabricating rumors. Will this man not get his just deserts?" Wan Sheng said, "What you say is not wrong. But this man has many henchmen, and with his blatant influence, who wouldn't fawn over him? If he wants to frame you, he will find no excuse. I suggest that you change your name and travel to study elsewhere. Your late father's students and former subordinates will never lack people. If you happen to be blessed by Heaven and escape from this predicament, then your great humiliation will surely turn into a great triumph. If you insist on hesitating, disaster will befall you, and what will you do then? You must think it over carefully."
Yun Sheng was still hesitant, but Chi Xin said with tears in his eyes, "After our late master passed away, only you, sir, remain as our heir. If you are framed, our late master and madam will not be able to rest in peace. What you say, sir, makes perfect sense. We should travel and study elsewhere, and one day return to our hometown to vent our anger. It's not impossible. Please don't be so stubborn." Yun Sheng was also anxious because of their words and said, "It's not that I'm being stubborn, but I can't bear to leave our ancestors' graves." Wan Sheng said, "The matter is urgent, and we must act expediently." Chi Xin said, "I will take care of our late master's graves myself, so you don't need to worry. Let's prepare our luggage quickly today, lest we run out of time."
Wan Sheng hurriedly told Chi Xin to prepare the luggage and took a few taels of silver from his own savings to give to Yun Sheng. Yun Sheng handed the sword case to Wan Sheng, saying, "This sword was originally a hero's weapon; how could it be stained by a villain? I give it to you, brother, to express my feelings at this moment of parting." Having said this, he began to sob. Wan Sheng also wept uncontrollably, saying, "We should not delay; if a villain finds out, something unforeseen may happen." Yun Sheng had no choice but to bid farewell to his father's spirit, and then to Wan Sheng, giving Chi Xin a few words of advice. Chi Xin also urged Yun Sheng to take care of himself on his journey, and expressed his hope for his glorious return home. Song Feng carried the luggage, and the master and servant set off together. This departure would surely bring forth the sun and moon over the mountains, and the wind rising from the tower.
To know what happens next, please read the next chapter.
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Chapter Two: Who Pities the Exiled Guest Who is an Immortal? The poem by Qi Wan, who didn't hesitate to change her appearance to find a worthy man, reads: "A mere fabrication, plucking all his beard, not caring if the rhyme is off. A guest in Luoyang is truly talented; now I believe Wu Yan is ugly." His poetic thoughts flowed freely, his painting skills were unparalleled, and his literary talent was exceptional. Why then did two talented individuals, like silk fans, silently recognize each other as rivals? (
The following is a poem in the style of "The Magpie Bridge Fairy")
It tells of how Li Shitu gave fifty taels of silver to the magistrate of Luoyang, saying that this matter must be investigated and prosecuted. The magistrate, named Zhuang Pei, having received instructions from the young master Bai, signed a warrant and ordered two constables to arrest Yun Sheng.
When they arrived at the gate and broke in, it was already empty. So they went to the neighbors and called for the old servant, Chixin, to ask where his husband had gone. Chixin replied, "My husband doesn't do anything illegal, why ask him?" The constable said, "Still being stubborn! Your husband is currently colluding with the Shu bandits. Someone has reported him, and the county magistrate has ordered us to arrest him." Chixin said, "Heaven has eyes! Who would frame an innocent man? My husband has been traveling and studying for a long time." The constable asked, "Where did he travel and study?" Chixin said, "His feet are on his belly, how would I know he's gone all over the place?"
The constable took Chixin to the county to report. Zhuang Pei interrogated him, but Chixin pretended to be deaf and mute, giving a few incoherent answers. Seeing that he was old, Zhuang Pei didn't want to make things too difficult for him and had to order him imprisoned. He sent a messenger back to Young Master Bai, who was about to vent his anger on Wansheng. However, Wansheng had parted ways with Yunsheng and also gone to another prefecture. Bai Wuwen had wasted a hundred taels of silver, accomplishing nothing. You and Fu dared not help Bai Ben any longer, and even slowly released Chi Xin.
Meanwhile, Yun Sheng and Song Feng left the city, pondering as they walked: "Now that we've left, where should we go?" They considered that the literary scene in the world was best in Zhejiang, and Jiangnan was especially rich in culture; perhaps they could go there first. So they crossed the river and arrived in Jinling. Yun Sheng thought: "I've heard that Suzhou is a densely populated area, and its scenery is no less beautiful than Luoyang. Besides, Mei Fu once sought refuge in Suzhou. Brother Wan once advised me to change my name; since my troubles started with seeing plum blossoms, I'll be called Mei Zaifu. Song Feng will only be called Master Mei from now on." With their plan settled, they took a boat to Suzhou. The boat passed Tiger Hill, and after paying the fare, they went ashore.
By then, the sun had set and the moon had risen over the eastern ridge. The master and servant wanted to find an inn to rest, but they were unfamiliar with the area. They saw firelight reflected in the windows of houses at the foot of the mountain, and heard what sounded like chanting coming from inside. Yun Sheng said to Song Feng, "We have no choice but to ask this family for lodging and we'll find another place to stay tomorrow." Song Feng did as he was told and knocked on the door. A man opened the door and came out. Yun Sheng looked at the man: he was bald, barefoot, had a full beard, and was wearing a plain blue robe that was neither white nor black. Yun Sheng hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "I shouldn't have disturbed you, sir. I am a guest in your esteemed residence and have nowhere to stay tonight. May I ask for directions? Is there an inn around here?" Seeing Yun Sheng's handsome appearance and refined manners, the man knew he was of a cultured background and quickly replied, "This place is near a mountain village, and there are no inns. However, since you have come from afar and have nowhere to rest, my humble abode, though simple, will suffice. What do you think?" Yun Sheng cupped his hands in thanks and said, "I would be truly grateful for your hospitality, sir."
The man quickly led Yun Sheng inside. After they had exchanged greetings, the man went to the bedroom and called out, "We have a guest here. Gou'er, get up quickly and cook some dinner." A child climbed out of bed, shouting, "I was just about to sleep! Stop barking!" The man gave a few more instructions and got up to cook dinner. Song Feng went to start the fire. Only then did the man come out to sit with Yun Sheng. Seeing a copy of "Annotations on a Thousand Poems" on the man's desk, and a few broken stools around it, Yun Sheng knew he was a tutor and asked, "What is your honorable name?" The man replied, "My name is Qiu Renqu. I used to visit the home of a certain old gentleman, and we became acquainted. However, both of them passed away two years ago, leaving me with nowhere to live. Moreover, my wife has also passed away, and my son is still young. I have no choice but to teach a few children to make a living. As for myself, I can play musical instruments and sing, and I can even manage to compose a four-line regulated poem and an eight-line quatrain. But alas, the times are not right. These villagers do not know how to respect scholars. It's truly like playing the lute to a cow." Yun Sheng, hearing his feigned expertise, knew he was a freeloader and said, "Such talent, it's a pity that such a great talent is being wasted." Qiu Renqu asked, "May I ask your honorable name, sir?" Yun Sheng then told him his changed name.
Before they finished speaking, the rice was already cooked and served on a plate. It was mid-April. A bowl of stir-fried mustard with vinegar and a pot of white wine were served. The servant hurriedly came to keep him company, saying, "Actually, I didn't invite you, sir. It's getting late, and I couldn't buy anything. Luckily, my mischievous servant brought some mustard this morning, which is a small token of my hospitality. Besides, the dish is rich in mustard and ginger, so I'm sure you're not someone who doesn't take from others." Yun Sheng suppressed a laugh and could only thank him a few times. After the meal, he had his son carry two bundles of straw to spread on the ground. Song Feng spread out the bedding and said, "Sir, you must be tired from your journey. Get some sleep and you'll know better!" Yun Sheng thanked him, and he went inside to sleep. They both rested peacefully.
But Yun Sheng had something on his mind and tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He thought to himself, "I am now a wanderer, homeless and adrift. Though I have traveled here, my funds are limited. What will I do if I run out? I must find a way to support myself, one that ensures I have enough to eat and wear, and another that provides a place to study. If I am fortunate enough to achieve fame and success, I can then seek marriage later." The more he thought about it, the less he could sleep. After much deliberation, he suddenly came up with a plan: "My calligraphy and painting, though not extraordinary, are still quite decent. I think Qiu Renqu, though lacking in literary talent, is a refined person. Why not ask him to lend me a place to practice my calligraphy and painting here tomorrow morning, so I can make a living temporarily? Besides, Suzhou has beautiful scenery and many tourists. Perhaps I can use this opportunity to find kindred spirits, reunite with old friends, and emulate the story of Jun Ping selling his fortune. I can study diligently at night and explore the sights in my spare time. What's wrong with that?" Having made his decision, he finally went to sleep.
Before he knew it, it was dawn. When he got up, Qiu Renqu came to greet him. Yun Sheng said, "It's a rare opportunity to meet you, sir. I am deeply grateful for your kindness. How can I possibly repay you?" The man replied, "It was merely a slight, nothing to be ashamed of. Last night I was in such a hurry that I didn't have time to inquire about your esteemed residence, Master Mei. I wonder if you know any of my acquaintances? I would be grateful if you could tell me so that I may come and pay my respects." Yun Sheng said, "I am from Luoyang County, Henan Province. I admire the beautiful people and the secluded scenery of your place, which is why I have traveled here. Although my ancestors held minor official positions, I was orphaned at a young age. Even if I have acquaintances, I have not yet met them. I would like to ask you to find me a quiet place to live so that I may visit you often. Would that be alright?" The man hurriedly replied, "I was just..." "I apologize for my rudeness," said the man. "There are plenty of quiet and secluded places around here, but I wonder what your business is. I would appreciate your clarification so I can search for one." Yun Sheng replied, "I have some knowledge of calligraphy and painting, and I intend to use this to fund my travels and perhaps invite you to visit my acquaintances. If I can fulfill my humble wish, I will repay you in due time." The man exclaimed, "So you have such a skill, sir! You should seek out a good merchant to sell your fine things, not hide them away! I will eat and then go out to search." Yun Sheng asked Song Feng to weigh out some silver and gave it to the man as payment. The man accepted it with a mixture of reluctance and acceptance, ate with Yun Sheng, and then hurriedly left.
Yun Sheng sat alone, bored, and noticed several messy books on the man's desk. He picked one up and began to read. Upon seeing the title "Poems from Pili," Yun Sheng immediately knew it was his work. He couldn't quite grasp the meaning of "Pili," but after careful thought, he understood: Pili had taken the pen name from Chu Jiye's phrase "Pili Chunqiu" (meaning "Spring and Autumn in Pili"), using it to allude to the character "Qiu" (autumn). He couldn't help but laugh. Looking at the poems, the first one was titled "New Willows Before Qingming," and read: "During Qingming, a hundred flowers bloom, willows and poplars are planted along the river.
The soft branches are often broken by the wind, the new leaves are fully enjoyed by crows.
Climbing them, one could whip an ox's back; pulling them away, one could still tie a horse's reins."
With the ancestral worship season approaching, graves are being haphazardly marked with stones.
Yun Sheng thought to himself, "This kind of joke can actually help me wake up from my slumber." Looking behind him, he saw nothing but birds of a feather flocking together; either horses were neighing or donkeys were braying.
Just as he was enjoying the spectacle, the man returned. Yun Sheng quickly brushed it off and asked, "Thank you for your trouble. Have you found it?" The man replied, "Although I've only recently met you, sir, I must see this through to the end. About a mile from here, there's a small, elegant hermitage with bedrooms, a kitchen, and a shop outside. It's perfect for calligraphy and painting, and the rent is very cheap." Yun Sheng said, "Your idea is excellent, sir. But I wonder if any monks stay there?" The man shook his head and said, "No, no. There's a very large temple inside. This hermitage is just for travelers. I told the abbot about your exceptional skills, sir. The abbot had met me before and said, 'What you point out is bound to be good.' So he readily agreed. You may go there now."
Yun Sheng followed the man and soon arrived. Looking up, Yun Sheng saw a plaque above the gate that read: Qiyun Hermitage. Yun Sheng was overjoyed, saying, "What a coincidence! The name of the hermitage is the same as my surname; this must have been preordained." Upon entering, he found it indeed elegant and refined, without any Buddha statues, but all the necessary utensils were provided. The servants offered him words of comfort before departing. Yun Sheng immediately instructed Song Feng to buy some necessities, and soon his calligraphy and painting shop was open. A couplet was pasted on the wall: "Sitting facing the beautiful mountains, the scenery unfolds; at the gate, no vulgar scholars stir my poetic spirit." Yun Sheng was pleased that his calligraphy was vigorous and his paintings even more lifelike, so he quickly became famous far and wide. However, his true intentions were not what they seemed; Yun Sheng viewed it with detachment, completely devoid of the vulgarity of calligraphers and painters seeking fame and fortune. In his spare time, he devoted himself to his studies. Song Feng merely provided for sweeping, burning incense, brewing tea, and washing ink. In his leisure time, he would go fishing, which was quite pleasant. People often visited the hermitage, composing a few mediocre poems for Yun Sheng's critique. Yun Sheng, moved by their earnestness, would revise and improve them, though not completely transforming them, they were certainly different from the original poems. Yun Sheng often visited his residence, lending him his poetry manuscripts as a guide. The two gradually became acquainted, but that
's another story. Now, let's talk about General Wen Bin, courtesy name Wu Jian, a descendant of Wen Xin Gong. In his youth, he aspired to a life of scholarship, but due to setbacks in his official career, he abandoned literature for military service. His strategic acumen and bravery led to his success in every endeavor, thus he was promoted to the rank of General. His wife, Madam Mo, had long since passed away, leaving him without children, except for a daughter named Ruoxia. Since being rescued by the Vice Minister and brought home, the General no longer resided in the city, but moved to his villa in Tiger Hill. He built a clean house with a central building, named the Avoiding the Worthy Pavilion, where he spent his days discussing the past and present with Miss Ruoxia, detached from all worldly affairs. It was delightful that Miss Ruoxia possessed the talent of Dao Yun and the beauty of Mao Qiang, and loved composing poetry and writing poems under the moon and wind. She covered the walls of the Avoiding the Worthy Pavilion with poems and calligraphy, but even printed the General's books and tortoise-shaped seals on them. If we consider her poetic talent and wisdom in legal arguments, she is a talented woman among beauties; moreover, she is naturally virtuous, quiet, and leisurely, and having read the works of scholars and talents throughout history, she admires them all. Therefore, her compassion for talent is deep and profound, making her a gentleman among beauties; furthermore, her gentle heart is tempered with rationality, and her clever calculations, though unexpected, possess unpredictable and even divinely inspired abilities, making her a wise woman among beauties; as for her ability to abandon the orthodox for the expedient, yet not deviating from the orthodox, using the orthodox to achieve the extraordinary, yet not losing the orthodox, she is a hero among beauties. Therefore, although the General-in-Chief lamented for her lack of virtue, he was fortunate to have the support of the General-in-Chief, cherishing her like a precious jewel, and determined to choose a suitable son-in-law from the Xi family. The General-in-Chief was, firstly, a retired official, and secondly, he lived in seclusion at Tiger Hill, thus avoiding the entourage of wealthy young men. The young lady's maidservant was named Hong'e, skilled at training parrots and adept at adorning herself with flowers. There was also a wet nurse, Granny He, serving her. The general was a man of simple tastes, keeping no servants, except for his wet nurse, Old Lady He, who accompanied him day and night. Because he kept a low profile, no one visited him.
Now, Old Lady He had a son, Yilang, a few years old, who was studying at the Qiuren Academy. It was mid-May, and the weather was getting warmer. Yilang saw that the other students all had fans, and when he got home, he cried and begged Old Lady He for one. Old Lady He, helpless, told him to wipe his tears and said, "Come with me inside and ask the young lady for one." At that moment, the young lady was studying in the Bixian Tower. The wet nurse led Yilang straight upstairs, and the young lady asked why Yilang wasn't studying and instead came here. The wet nurse laughed and said, "This short-lived boy saw others had fans and insisted on having mine. Since he didn't have one, he just kept crying. That's why he came to ask the young lady if she had any old fans she could have." The young lady then casually gave him one. Ichiro said, "I don't want this old gold fan, I want a white fan with writing on it." The young lady laughed, "What does this little boy know? He wants a fan with writing on it too." She then picked out a white one from the fan box. Taking advantage of the time to learn to write, she wrote her poem "Listening to the Orioles at Dawn" on it and gave it to Ichiro, saying, "If anyone asks you, don't say I wrote it." Ichiro nodded with a grin and ran to the school.
Yun Sheng was talking with Qiu Renqu in the school. After a while, he went inside. Ichiro reached out and tugged at Yun Sheng's clothes, saying, "Master Mei, do you think the poem on my fan is well-written?" At first, Yun Sheng thought it was written by Qiu Renqu, but upon closer inspection, he was astonished by the elegant and graceful brushstrokes and the well-proportioned characters. When the poem was read aloud, he couldn't help but slap the table and exclaim, "A divine brush! A divine talent! With such talent in the world, I, Mei Zaifu, am completely outmatched!" Qiu Renqu heard this and hurriedly came out to take a look. Although he didn't fully appreciate its beauty, he saw that the characters were written in neat and regular script and offered a few words of praise. He then asked Ichiro who wrote it. Ichiro replied, "I don't know who dropped it by the roadside, but I just came and picked it up." The two believed him and didn't ask any more questions. Yun Sheng said, "I've been here for a long time and haven't met a single talented person. Unexpectedly, I've obtained this divine brush. It's a pity his name wasn't recorded, so I have no way to find him. If I could find his trace, I would travel the world to find him and shake hands with him." You tell me, how wonderful this poem is! Yun Sheng praised it so highly. The poem written on the fan was: "The rooster flies far away, lost in a dream, when suddenly a sweet sound is sent to the west window.
It flies but doesn't peck at the dew on the flowers, instead it cries out sweetly to the sorrowful one.
" Yun Sheng read it again and again. Someone approached and said, "Master Mei, why are you so stubborn? Since you are so fond of him, why not write one too, a Chu-Han rivalry, for example?" Yun Sheng said, "I'm afraid that when I finish, with such a masterpiece before me, I'll feel ashamed of my own inferiority. Well, since Brother Qiu says so, I have no choice but to imitate him." He then picked up the brush and wrote a poem on the fan. The person read it once and couldn't help but praise it several times.
Yun Sheng bid farewell to the person and hurried back to the hermitage, where he saw someone sitting there waiting. Upon seeing Yun Sheng, the man hurriedly asked, "Where have you been lingering, Your Excellency? I've been waiting impatiently. I have a few rough fans and would like to request a fine brush." Yun Sheng then inquired about his origins and name. The man replied, "I am Shui Youyuan, from Jishui County, Jiangxi Province. I came here for a humble occupation and, having heard of Your Excellency's great talent, I request that you compose a few fine poems to be inscribed on the fans. I have a nephew named Yiren, who is not yet of age but possesses astonishing talent and is quite famous in Jiangxi Province. He is also very proud of his talent and is somewhat arrogant. He often says that not only is there no talent in Jiangxi, but there is probably no one in the world who can rival him. If there were someone who could rival him in the Central Plains, he would gladly admit defeat. Therefore, I am called..." The young man has been searching for famous poems and paintings of the time. The other day I bought some for him at a high price, but he didn't even like them, complaining that I wasted money on window coverings and jar covers. Now I see that you, sir, are a young man of many skills, renowned far and wide, and surely you can rival me. I hope you will write a few excellent poems for me to take back, to quell my nephew's arrogance and make me happy.” Yun Sheng thought to himself, “Since this man speaks so boldly, he must have ambitions. I'll try my best to write a few poems; what's wrong with that?” He readily agreed and set a date to come. Meanwhile, the young man took the fan and went straight to the young lady. The young lady asked, "Ichiro, did anyone see the fan today?" Ichiro replied, "A gentleman named Mei saw the fan and kept banging on the table, exclaiming, 'Good!' He also wrote some words on the back. Miss, would you like to take a look?" The young lady took it and saw that the calligraphy was bold and elegant, with flowing lines and elegant strokes. It read: "Lying in green and red, as if drunk, her sweet voice turns east and flows west.
Know that her brocade robes reflect her heart, and her embroidered mouth makes you weep today."
After reading the poem, the young lady was secretly astonished and exclaimed, "What kind of scholar is this, with such refined taste? His poem clearly expresses admiration, yet also humbly expresses self-deprecation. I wonder what kind of person he is, and where he is from?" She hurriedly asked, "What kind of person is he? Is he acquainted with your husband?" Ichiro replied, "He's from afar. I don't know why, but he moved to Qiyun Temple and opened a calligraphy and painting shop!" The young lady then asked, "Did you see him as a young man or an old man?" Ichiro said, "He's a young gentleman, just as handsome as you are, Miss!" Having said this, he came to ask for a fan. The young lady said, "His writing isn't very good; I'll give you another one!" Ichiro happily accepted it. The young lady carefully examined the poem, thinking, "This poem has a refined and elegant style, a lively and unrestrained attitude. He's certainly not a commoner. Why has he fallen into the mundane world? Perhaps he's someone who has hidden himself in obscurity." She pondered the poem, and a feeling of pity for his talent arose within her. She then devised a plan to meet him.
Before they knew it, it was the Qixi Festival, and General Wen was invited by the monks of Tiger Hill Temple. The young lady then called in Granny He, saying, "I'm going to visit a friend today, and I need you to pretend to be a family member to accompany me. Please don't refuse." The wet nurse laughed, "Miss, you're being silly. You're in your secluded chambers, not a man, what friend could you possibly have!" Even Hong'e covered her mouth and laughed. The young lady then told her about the poem on the fan, saying, "Ever since I read the poem, I've felt a surge of admiration for his talent. I've heard this person is a young scholar, and I've always wanted to meet him. Fortunately, Master isn't here today. I'll dress up and disguise myself as a scholar; you can wear Granny He's clothes and hat, pretending to be an old servant, and come with me to visit him. If he's just an ordinary person, we'll bow and part; if he's a true talent, I'll become sworn brothers with him, so I'll have someone to rely on in the future. You should also quickly dress up; I guarantee you won't give yourself away." Old Woman He laughed and laughed, saying, "If Miss really wants to go, I can't stop her. There's nothing I can do but dress this old servant properly." Miss, already dressed neatly, asked Hong'e, "Do you think we look alike?" Hong'e replied, "The wet nurse isn't bad among the stewards, but Miss, among these eccentric scholars, is truly one in a thousand." The three chatted and laughed, and Miss said to the wet nurse, "Just call me Master Shi!" They wrote their name cards, and the two quietly slipped out through the back door, heading together.
They arrived at Qiyun Nunnery early. Old Woman He handed in the name cards, and Songfeng took them and showed them to Yunsheng. It read: "Your younger brother, Shi Xiawen, respectfully greets Yunsheng." Yunsheng quickly straightened his clothes and led her inside. Upon seeing her, Yunsheng looked at Ruoxia, who was like a lotus emerging from the water, graceful and independent. Ruoxia looked at Yunsheng, who was like a jade tree in the wind, outstanding and exceptional. In a glance, they knew he must be very talented. First, Ruoxia asked, "I have long admired Brother Mei's name, but have never had the chance to meet you. Today, seeing your magnificent residence has greatly satisfied my thirst for knowledge. May I ask your name?" Yunsheng replied, "I am but a humble man, and I am honored by your presence. May I ask your name, Brother Shi?" Ruoxia said, "My humble name is Jiawen." After she finished speaking, Songfeng served tea. After the tea, Ruoxia said, "I have come today to pay my respects, and also because my friend Jiawenruo has two ancestral fans that I would like to trouble you with your calligraphy. Furthermore, today is the Qixi Festival, and I have heard that Brother Mei's poetry is both excellent. I dare to ask for your guidance." Yunsheng said, "My humble words are unworthy, and I fear they may be a laughingstock to you. Alas, alas." He then ordered Songfeng to grind the ink, while Granny He had already placed the fans on the table. Without hesitation, Yun Sheng wrote it down in one stroke, handed it over with both hands, and said, "A hasty attempt to fulfill my duty, I hope Ying Zheng will take care of it soon." Ruoxia was amazed by his quickness; upon closer inspection, it was indeed two poems in the tune of "The Magpie Bridge Fairy," which read: "A single leaf falls from the paulownia tree, a cool breeze stirs, seeking news of the Magpie Bridge.
Only once a year can we meet, but alas, the crickets chirp. Though separated by the river, we are worlds apart, a day feels like three autumns, tomorrow we will still be separated, fearing to add to the autumn's sorrow. The first poem reads: 'Separated for a year, only to meet again in one night, who says it's like clouds or rain? A cool breeze and a pale moon coincide with autumn, why stir up feelings of melancholy? Good fortune is not on our side, our time together is often separated, why be like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl? The beautiful woman and the talented man are separated by the ends of the earth, I imagine countless sorrows await them tonight.'" Secondly, after reading it, Ruoxia clicked her tongue in admiration, saying, "I am fond of poetry and prose, but I merely scribble casually. How can I compare to Brother Mei's thoughts soaring to the clouds and his brushstrokes flowing like the wind? I will admire your work day and night and take it as my model!" Yun Sheng was overjoyed and said, "Since Brother Shi is skilled in poetry, I must also seek your guidance. My humble work will serve as a humble attempt to draw upon the gems of Jing Mountain." Ruoxia said, "A novice meeting a great master is like a small fry meeting a great master; my spirit has long been exhausted. How dare I set out to beat the thunder gate and invite the scoundrels to the hall?" Yun Sheng kept urging her on, and Ruoxia said, "My father is waiting on the boat. Since you still want me to make a fool of myself, I have no choice but to submit an old work." Yun Sheng only cared about the style of her brushstrokes, not whether it was new or old, and said, "Excellent." Ruoxia then gently unfurled her silkworm cocoon and slowly spread out her rabbit hair brush, writing out the quatrain "Listening to the Orioles at Dawn" and handing it to Yun Sheng. Yun Sheng was greatly surprised and said, "I have seen your work before, and it turns out it is indeed your excellent piece, Brother Tai. I have offended you greatly." He then quickly bowed again and said, "Such a brilliant talent, and I, a mere imposter, have been deceived. I am deeply ashamed. Today's encounter is truly no accident. I will study diligently day and night to learn from you. Would you allow me to?" Ruoxia said, "Brother Mei, you have chosen the dung beetle over the storax, which makes me feel utterly ashamed! Since you have shown me such kindness, how about we become sworn brothers?" Yun Sheng was overjoyed. He said, "Brother, I am truly fortunate to have you deign to look down upon my humble talent." The two then swore brotherhood. Ruoxia then prepared to depart, but Yunsheng said, "Now that we are sworn brothers, how about you stay for a stroll in the plains?" Ruoxia replied, "I fear my father is waiting on the boat, so I must take my leave now." Yunsheng asked, "Where is your boat? I would like to visit you tomorrow." Ruoxia said, "Don't worry about it. Tomorrow I will accompany my father to his lodgings for a joyful time." Yunsheng believed her and did not insist, so they reluctantly parted. Indeed: Talented people are rarely known, and whose tender feelings are like those of a beautiful woman? From now on
, separated by clouds and trees, the moon shines brightly on both sides, carrying only empty longing.
The next day, Yunsheng waited for a long time, but she did not appear. He hurriedly asked Songfeng to search everywhere, but there was no trace of her. He also could not find out her origin, and he was deeply disappointed. This meeting was destined to be: before even sitting on the eastern bed, he ascended the eastern pavilion; having just met Xi Shi, he only sailed on West Lake.
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Chapter 3 A Strange Woman's Strange Dream Leads to a Strange Encounter; A Proud Scholar's Arrogance Vanishes. A poem says: "It is said that beautiful women can ruin the world, a smile can topple a city; such a calamity is truly hard to control. Moreover, with the wings of a tiger aiding her power, what can she accomplish in moving mountains and shaking peaks? Only a talented man can humble himself, bowing at the gate, regretting the lack of wings to fly with. Gazing at the surrendered city, from now on, I dare not call myself a talented man."
(Right tune: "Butterfly Loves Flowers")
It is said that a sorceress from Mount Emei in Sichuan, who usurped the title of "King of Emei," was originally surnamed Lei. At twenty years old, she possessed the strength of ten thousand men, wielding a solid iron demon-subduing pestle. She had dozens of valiant generals under her command, and tens of thousands of followers. The imperial court launched years of campaigns, suffering repeated losses, yet her power grew increasingly rampant. People of wisdom, courage, and desperation from all directions flocked to her. Finding Mount Emei too small to house her troops, she gradually marched across Chengdu Prefecture and Guanxian County. In Guanxian County, there is a mountain called Qingcheng Mountain, its peaks stretching for thousands of miles, hence the name "Fifth Grotto-Heaven." It has seventy-two smaller grottoes, corresponding to the seventy-two pentads; and eight larger grottoes, according to the eight solar terms. He occupied this mountain, establishing a firm foothold. He appointed seventy-two capable individuals as grotto masters for the seventy-two smaller grottoes, and eight valiant generals guarded the eight larger grottoes. His orders were strict, his discipline rigorous, and the government troops cowered at his mere sight; who dared to provoke him? Thus, he gradually encroached upon other counties, frequently causing disturbances. Needless to say,
the King of Emei, now of marriageable age, was considering a wife. Seeing that none of the generals outside his tent were a match for him, he disdained to submit. One night, while sleeping in his tent, he dreamt of a tiger-faced general fighting him. Seeing that he was no match for him, the eight generals came to his aid, and they finally captured the tiger-faced general. The eight generals reported, "Kill him!" Just as they were about to kill him, a dark cloud swept across the mountains and plains, and below the cloud, a raging torrent of water surged and engulfed them. The tiger-faced general waved his sword, and the cloud and water receded. In the midst of the panic, they suddenly heard the sound of drums outside. When they awoke, they realized it was all a dream, and they had no idea whether the dream was auspicious or ominous. As
dawn broke, he hurriedly ordered three thousand men to be mustered, as he would personally go down the mountain to patrol that day. Immediately, the generals were assembled, and all eight generals were to follow him; the rest were not allowed to leave the mountain pass without permission. You might ask how he was dressed? On his head, he wore an exquisite crown inlaid with pearls and purple gold, with two half-red, half-green pheasant feathers inserted on the sides; on his body, he wore a bright and beautiful protective sable fur coat with clam-shell weave, over which was a layer of armor that looked like silver and iron fish scales; on his feet, he wore a pair of small deerskin boots. He rode a magnificent dragon steed, with a sturdy, jeweled bow on his left and several daggers with sharp, wolf-toothed flints on his right; in his hand he wielded a solid iron vajra, and behind him led three thousand fierce warriors. In a moment of rage, everyone feared the sight of this female demon; in an instant, her anger subsided, and everyone rejoiced at the sight of this living bodhisattva. Truly: Even with a merciless sword, one dares not wander in her bewitching array.
He led his troops down the mountain to patrol, but that's another story. Since setting out, Wan Qigong had only carried the sword given to him by Yun Sheng, traveling with an air of arrogance. Hearing of the unparalleled heroism of the King of Emei, he thought, "What kind of demon roams so freely? I should go there and observe its movements. If I can seize the opportunity to make a name for myself, it would be a chance to rise in the ranks." Having made his plan, he hurriedly passed through Fujian, reached Guangdong, and soon arrived in Sichuan. He asked everyone he met about Emei, and everyone boasted of its power and influence, knowing that it had moved to Qingcheng Mountain, so they all came to inquire.
Upon reaching the foot of Mount Qingcheng, they unexpectedly encountered him on patrol that very day. Caught off guard, the eight generals rushed forward and seized him, presenting him to the King of Emei. The King of Emei, seeing Wan Sheng's handsome appearance and lofty spirit, had already taken notice. His attendants shouted, "Kneel!" Wan Sheng cursed, "How could I, a dignified man, kneel! You wicked woman, I was caught off guard and fell into your trap. If I were to fight you, I fear you and your gang of rats would be nothing more than a meal for my sword!" The eight generals were about to rush forward to kill Wan Sheng when Lady Lei stopped them, saying, "You madman, what skill do you possess to dare boast like this? I will release you now and let you fight me. You will likely die by my hand, but do you think you can fly to the heavens? This is called dying without resentment!" The eight generals all said, "Your Majesty's judgment is correct." They immediately released him, returned his sword, and sent one of their generals to fight him. Before three rounds were over, the general was defeated and fled. Then another soldier came, and the same thing happened. Eight soldiers were brought in, and none could withstand him. The King of Emei was furious, saying, "I've been fighting for years without a worthy opponent, but today you've dampened my spirits! Do you dare fight me, the King of Emei, for three rounds?" Wan Sheng replied, "You are nothing but a rabble, your ambition fueled by lazy soldiers. With my Grandpa Wan's methods, your half-life of empty fame will be swept away in a single day!" The two then began a fierce battle at the foot of the mountain. They fought for over fifty rounds, neither gaining the upper hand. The eight generals were about to come to their aid when Lei Shi, seeing their formidable skills, suddenly recalled her dream from the previous night. She said, "Wait! You know my abilities, and I know yours as well. I have something to say to you: You are alone and helpless, while my forces are numerous and naturally no match for you. It would be a pity to lose your life so easily. Why not come to my camp and share some joy? I am but a woman, with no great ambitions, and my soldiers are of limited ability. I am willing to give you this seat. What do you say?" Wan Sheng replied, "A true man should die if he must, how can he be bound by injustice!" Lei Shi said, "Everyone dies, as long as he dies with honor. If you die here today, who will honor your name?" Loyal? And who respects your righteousness? Or a gift from the imperial court? Or is it the future of masterpieces? It is better to live a whole life than to die in vain, so you need to think twice. Wan Sheng thought to himself: "Although he is a woman, he is both wise and courageous. It makes sense. If he dies anonymously today, who knows in the future?" Given his attentiveness, it would be better to live in a temporary shelter than to live in a state of poverty. "It's not difficult for me to join the gang," he said. It's just that the powerful and traitors are the way to go, so that's why. If God's grace comes to me in the future, I will surrender to you and I will do as you say. "Lei said: "This is Yide. "Everyone put away their weapons, and the generals led horses, and Wan Sheng rode up the mountain together.
Although the eight generals were dissatisfied, they saw that the leader was determined and Wan Sheng was capable, so they had no choice but to go to the seventy-two cave heads to see them all. Lei then explained what happened in the dream and called Wan Sheng the tiger-faced king. The eight generals became matchmakers with Lei to recruit Wan Sheng. Wan Sheng, already in Yi Zhong's camp, had no choice but to reluctantly obey. He reorganized the training of the troops at the 369 Martial Arts Hall, transforming Qingcheng Mountain into a place like Liangshan, where it flourished even more. Wan Sheng ordered that no peasants be plundered, and that corrupt officials be killed. As a result, the people felt more at peace than before. Peace only returned after Yun and Shui Sheng were granted amnesty, but that's another story. Indeed: Even heroes from humble backgrounds have discerning eyes, and they can see the true character of women.
Now, in Jishui County, Ji'an Prefecture, Jiangxi Province, there lived a descendant of a wealthy family, named Shui Mei, courtesy name Yiren. He was eighteen years old when his parents died. The Shui family had been officials for generations, possessing immense wealth. Yiren began his studies at the age of twelve, passing two examinations, but because of his exceptional talent and unconventional writing, he consistently failed. He didn't care about the poet himself, but lamented that there was no other talented man in the world, only his beloved. He would often burst into tears, startling his family and servants who would come to comfort him. Why did he cry? He would say, "The world is vast, the land is wide, why can't another talented person be born to rival me, so I can weep for him?" Therefore, he spent money like water, loved making friends, and would invite anyone with talent or skill to stay and entertain him. He said, "A thousand sheepskins can make a fur coat, but it's not as good as a single armpit. I only regret that I have no armpit to wear, so I've gathered sheepskins to console my loneliness." Hearing of a poet somewhere, he would drive his carriage if nearby, and row his boat if far away, eager to meet him. Upon meeting him, he would laugh heartily and return home. Everyone called him arrogant and haughty, but she clapped her hands and said, "It's not that I'm arrogant, but that people force me to be; it's not that I'm haughty, but that people force me to be haughty. If I'm not arrogant, who else would dare to be? If I'm not haughty, who else would dare to be? There's a lack of talent in the world, so when people see someone with talent, they think they're arrogant; those with only a little talent, when they see someone with great talent, are said to be haughty. If talent meets talent, I won't be arrogant or haughty! But haughtiness is the true nature of a talented person, and arrogance is the refined taste of a talented person. Everyone says I'm arrogant and haughty, but I'm just lamenting that no one in the world dares to be arrogant or haughty!" From then on, she no longer cared about fame or fortune, spending her days drinking and composing poetry to relieve her depression, grievances, and indignation. Although she was only twenty, she hadn't yet tied the knot with a man. If she were as handsome as Pan An, as talented as Cao Zhi, and as wealthy as Shi Chong, wouldn't people come to propose marriage? It's just that she insisted on a beautiful woman who was talented, beautiful, and affectionate before she would accept him, so these suitors dared not easily come to her door. Someone inquired about a young lady from the Zhang and Li families who claimed to be a true beauty, a woman who was said to be a real fairy. The woman laughed loudly and said, "What do you mean by 'beautiful woman'? A beautiful woman must be paired with a talented man. Since talented men are hard to find, how easy is it to find a beautiful woman? A talented man cannot lack the beauty of a beautiful woman, and a beautiful woman cannot lack the talent of a talented man. Having both the talent and beauty of a talented man and a beautiful woman is not enough; they must also have the affection between them. Only when they are combined can they be called a true talented man and a true beautiful woman. For example, a sage must live on a mortal mountain, a Buddha must be Tathagata, and an ancestor must..." Bodhidharma, having reached the pinnacle of achievement, is worthy of a lifetime of good fortune and a timeless tale of virtue; this is the auspicious energy of heaven and earth, the essence of exceptional talent. Throughout history, how many have achieved this? You say it's easy to find, but not so easy to encounter. The most detestable are those who, having written a few mediocre lines, composed a few doggerel verses, and recited a few worthless tales, become arrogant and unrestrained, considering themselves geniuses. Those blind and mediocre people, their minds empty and devoid of substance, fill their bellies with nothing but filth. Everyone's hailed as a talented man, not only tarnishing the reputation of the true talent but also obscuring the true face of a genius from view, like a vast, swirling river. This is why I, the Water Lord, often weep. If those women in their chambers, adorned with rouge and powder, dressed in green and red, striking alluring poses, displaying their graceful movements, and adopting countless seductive manners, could read and write, they would naturally be far more adept at these things than those village girls and women with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and rough hands and feet. But these frivolous men... "Brother, you foolish, ignorant fools, with their hungry eyes, see a piece of Yan Shi as a priceless treasure, and frivolous men mistake it for a beautiful woman. Not only do they tarnish the woman's reputation, but they also make it impossible to find her true face, like searching for a needle in a haystack. That's why I, Master Shui, do not choose a spouse lightly and am willing to remain unmarried for life! How could I so easily discard the words 'beautiful woman,' thus betraying the true beauty and making the real scholars of the world laugh at me! Why do you presume to speak of beauty and charm to deceive me, Master Shui?" These words left the man speechless and he withdrew. From then on, no one mentioned marriage.
He had an uncle named Shui Youyuan, who often traveled for business. Whenever he went out, he would always instruct his uncle to keep a close eye out for the poems and essays of contemporary talented people, collect them, and bring them home at a high price. Shui Youyuan's business was quite profitable, so wherever he went, he would inquire about famous poets and writers, buy them, and bring them back to his beloved. He never found anything he liked; one thing was always asking him to paste paper windows, the other to cover a wine jar. He then laughed, "It's not that my eyesight is poor or my mind is dull; it's just that there are no talented people in the world!" After several rounds of complaints, Shui Youyuan felt quite disheartened. That woman, however, was unpredictable. If he didn't get what he wanted, she would return home and plead earnestly, offering gifts and apologies. Youyuan felt guilty and could only endure her continued complaints. At this time, while shopping in Suzhou, he heard of a man named Mei at Tiger Hill who wrote excellent poetry. He bought a fan and asked Yun Sheng to write about it, first depicting the woman's image before Yun Sheng, then demanding that Yun Sheng compose outstanding poetry to overwhelm her. Upon receiving this, Yun Sheng poured out his heart and soul into his poems, producing exquisite verses with resounding cadences, as if he were raising a banner to challenge a great general. His poems also carried a hint of resentment, disdain for the world, and a desire to claim sole fame.
Two days later, Youyuan came to ask for the fan. Yunsheng said, "Old man, go back and tell your nephew that he has always been arrogant and dismissive of others, but now he can finally bow down at the gate and surrender!" Youyuan said, "If that's the case, I can finally vent my pent-up resentment." Yunsheng said, "I'm afraid your nephew has the reputation of talent but not the substance! If he were truly talented, he would surely make you a hero this time. But there's one thing: although my poems are passable, what if your nephew surpasses mine? That's something to worry about." Old Shui asked, "What do you mean by that?" Yunsheng said, "I have a brilliant plan. When you go back, tell him..." "Don't say the poem is mine. Just say there's a talented scholar in Suzhou, many seek his advice, but I'm afraid it's just empty fame, and I'd be reprimanded by you, so I won't ask him. Your nephew will surely be very envious when he hears you say this, and will definitely want you to come again. Then you can say that you got a few poems from that scholar at the calligraphy and painting shop on Tiger Hill, and I'll send them to you. He'll say he's from a calligraphy and painting shop and won't think much of them. If he's immediately impressed after reading them, that's fine; if he thinks they're mediocre and doesn't praise them, then next time you come, I'll write a few more for him, until he's truly convinced." After saying this, Youyuan was overjoyed and immediately reached for some silver at his waist to thank Yunsheng. Yunsheng laughed loudly, "My poems were originally written for your nephew, and they're different from ordinary poems. If you treat them with common sentiments, you'll be looking down on me, and I'll also look down on your nephew. If your nephew can appreciate them, it's better than receiving a hundred friends." Hearing this, Youyuan had no choice but to take back his poems and happily bid farewell to Yunsheng.
After some time, they arrived home. Shui Yiren immediately inquired about the news, and Youyuan recounted to her everything Yunsheng had taught her. Yiren stamped her foot and exclaimed, "Uncle, you're so upside down! The other day, you carelessly took back the talentless one, which offended my eyes; now that you've encountered a true talent, you should naturally ask him for some poems to satisfy my yearning heart. Instead, you say you're afraid I'll complain, how ridiculous! My nephew is facing such hardship these days, unable to even catch a glimpse of a talented person!" With that, she burst into tears. Youyuan said, "Wait a minute, I passed by Tiger Hill and saw a man who runs a calligraphy and painting shop there. He's quite famous for his poetry, so I obtained a few new poems to give to my nephew." He then took them out of the box and handed them to Shuisheng. Shuisheng didn't even bother to accept the poem, his tears turning to laughter. He said, "It's clear Uncle Yifa is a dullard! Those calligraphy and painting shops are nothing but vulgar people chasing fame and fortune, copying a few lines of old poems, writing a few paintings that are neither mountains nor water, earning a few strings of cash from those illiterate blind men. How can they be so famous? It's truly like talking to a fool!" Youyuan said, "Nephew, don't underestimate him. When that man finished writing the poem, he said to me: 'Don't look down on my poem. Even if you are a famous and arrogant scholar, once you see my poem, you'll...'" "I bowed at the gate and presented the surrender document, but alas, there are no talented men in the world to judge its worth. Is he just boasting to others?" After saying this, he handed over the fan, saying, "Take a look, perhaps it will unexpectedly turn out well." Shui Sheng could not refuse him, so he took it and said, "It's alright if I look at it, it will only make me laugh!" He unfolded it and saw: "Dragon and phoenix dance, Zhong Yao and Wang Xizhi's calligraphy; jade-like and pearl-like, Li Bai and Du Fu's poems; I thought that such talent was nowhere to be found, but today it has comforted my longing."
Shui Sheng, who hadn't looked, was greatly astonished upon seeing it, and exclaimed wildly, "I never imagined there was such a talented person in the world! How could I, Shui Mei, be so magnanimous! Uncle, please come up and accept my deepest bows." You Yuan laughed until his eyes were almost closed, saying, "Why are you so arrogant before and so respectful now, my dear nephew?" The woman replied, "Uncle, you have brought back such a treasure for me; it is truly a lifesaver! I am willing to kneel down at your gate and offer my surrender. From now on, I will never dare to be arrogant again! I beg your forgiveness for my earlier rudeness to you, Uncle, and for my disrespectful poem." After saying this, He bowed deeply, startling Youyuan, who hurriedly helped him up, thinking, "How wonderful Mei Zaifu's poetry is! My nephew is so humble and submissive." He added, "If you saw his character, you wouldn't know how you would agree with him!" The woman said, "Reading his poems is like seeing the man himself. I see his gentle and peaceful nature, his true character fully revealed. Seeing his elegant and unrestrained style, I know he must be a handsome young man; seeing his extraordinary and unconventional spirit, I know he must be ambitious and lofty; seeing his passionate and unrestrained emotions, I know he must be spirited and energetic; seeing his meticulous and orderly style, I know he must be deeply affectionate and righteous. From now on, I will never again look down on scholars of the world." "With such talent, yet still living in this mundane world, this must be due to frustration at the times, certainly not the act of seeking fame and fortune. Uncle, do you think I'm right?" Youyuan laughed loudly, "I've never met him, yet we seem to be close friends. It's truly a case of recognizing talent only through talent, and cherishing talent only through talent!" The woman said, "The talent in the world has reached its peak! It's exhausted! Nothing can surpass it! Uncle also mentioned another talented scholar, with people from all directions constantly seeking his guidance. I dare not believe it too much, for I doubt Uncle would dare to speak so arrogantly. After all, that talented scholar might not be able to suppress his talent for the time being." "I'm saying this to leave room for maneuver, so that we can meet again someday?" Youyuan, seeing that he had guessed correctly, shook his head and stuck out his tongue, saying, "Nephew, how could you be so insightful! Only Mei Sheng could win my heart, and only I could understand Mei Sheng's innermost thoughts. Ultimately, talented people share the same opinion." The woman said, "Brother Mei, you've put in so much effort; how can I, Shui Mei, possibly deserve such respect? Uncle, please finish your official business quickly and take me with you to seek your guidance in detail, to fulfill my lifelong wish." Sure enough, Youyuan delayed for less than a month before going to Suzhou with the woman to visit Yun Sheng. This trip led to: a spiritual connection across a thousand miles, a handshake in conversation, and a sudden bond of friendship, riding side by side.
To know what happens next, please read the next chapter.
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Chapter Four: The Drunken Young Master's Amazing Encounter Under the Moon Remembering the Beauty Only because of the broken lines of poetry in the tower: "The bright moon over the mountain scatters autumn light, whose family doesn't have a poetic voice, troubling the heart. The prince loves guests, floating on the rosy wine cup. Unexpectedly, old stories are revealed." Fine lines require careful consideration. Suddenly, news arrives of a distinguished guest, prompting hurried steps. Words flow like pearls in perfect harmony, their fragrance lingering; what harm is there in exchanging verses?
The right-hand tune "Little Chongshan"
recounts how Yun Eying, after meeting the fake Shisheng, hoped for his return the very next day. However, several days passed without any sign of him, and he began to regret it, saying, "A miss by a hair's breadth leads to a miss by a thousand miles. I should have firmly insisted on keeping him, to sit knee-to-knee and talk, reflecting on the past and present. Why did I lose my mind and let him go? Now I only have the longing for reeds and
white dew; I wonder if there will ever be a day for us to meet again?" He often regrets this before the autumn man. Looking at the middle of the eighth month, the people of Suzhou, every year for the Mid-Autumn Festival, go to Tiger Hill to watch the moon. The wealthy prepare fine food and wine, taking courtesans on excursions, playing music and revelry until the moon sets in the west, only then do they disperse. Even the poor have a pot and a flask, playing dice games, cheering and drinking merrily—this is their custom. Qiu Renqu hurriedly told Yun Sheng about this, and Yun Sheng immediately asked Song Feng to buy wine and food. Before the appointed time, he invited Renqu to climb the mountain and enjoy the moon.
Fortunately, that night there were no wispy clouds, the bright moon was like snow, and the sight of tourists was accompanied by the clamor of music and singing. Renqu and Yun Sheng arrived at the Thousand-Man Stone, where they laid out wine and food and chatted merrily. Suddenly, a drunkard wearing a soft-winged Tang-style headscarf and an embroidered Taoist robe, supported by two servants, staggered to the Thousand-Man Stone, mumbling, "Why don't these dogs stand up when I, Master Yan, have arrived? Damn it! Damn it! Take him away and lock him in the stable!" The moon-viewers gradually moved elsewhere. Yun Sheng didn't bother him, continuing to drink and laugh. The man, feeling unsteady, tried to ask Songfeng to move him aside, but Yunsheng said, "The Mid-Autumn moon is for everyone to enjoy, and the Thousand-Man Stone is for everyone to sit on; the drunk are drunk, and the sober are sober, let's not bother with them." The drunkard, upon hearing this, cursed, "Insolence! Insolence! Where did this beast come from, daring to offend my Master Yan?" He stepped forward, raised his fist, and aimed a blow at Yunsheng's face. Yunsheng also cursed, "Nonsense! I, Master Mei, am drinking here, what business is it of yours?" He quickly tried to deflect the blow, and the drunkard lost his footing and fell backward. Seeing their master fall, the servants all wanted to attack Yunsheng, but fortunately, Yunsheng eloquently countered, shouting, "You lackeys, who dares to lay a hand on me? I'll kill you all!" Seeing Yunsheng's defiant words, the servants hesitated to advance. Many people were watching from all around when an old man parted the crowd and entered with a haughty air. He advised, "Tonight is a fine night, a time for all, refined and common, to enjoy together. Such noise is a disservice to the bright moon! Gentlemen, please don't make a fuss." As he spoke, he dragged Yun Sheng away. Qiu Renqu, seeing the situation was turning sour, had already fled in a flash.
It turned out that the drunkard was none other than Yan Zhikui, the most powerful young master in Suzhou, whose father held the position of Grand Chancellor and was known for his abuse of power. That day, he was so drunk that he was unconscious, and his family members, seeing Yun Sheng's boastful words, dared not act against him. The old man was none other than General Wen, who had also been enjoying the moon alone on the hilltop. Hearing the commotion, he came to see what was happening and suddenly noticed that Yun Sheng was handsome and spoke with an extraordinary air, clearly not an ordinary person. Moreover, since he showed no fear of those wolf-like servants, fearing that he might suffer later, he dragged Yun Sheng out, took his hand, and said as they walked, "I feel quite lonely drinking alone, so I dare to invite you to join me for a chat, brother. Is that alright?" Yun Sheng replied, "I was careless for a moment and inadvertently provoked the madman's wrath, almost suffering a fatal blow. Fortunately, you rescued me, sir, and I was spared humiliation. I am also deeply grateful for your hospitality!" After saying this, he arrived at the old man's seat, bowed in thanks, and took his seat.
Yun Sheng said, "May I ask your esteemed name and address, sir, so that I may pay my respects tomorrow?" The general replied, "I am skilled in both literature and martial arts, and my humble abode is located at the foot of the mountain. Judging from your voice, you are not from Jiangnan. At such a young age, you should be diligently studying by lamplight, why have you indulged in drinking in the mountains, thus suffering the humiliation of petty people? Please do not conceal your true intentions, please tell me the details." Yun Sheng said, "My name is Mei Zaifu, from Luoyang. My ancestor once held the position of Left Sima, but due to disagreements with the authorities, he requested to retire and returned home, unfortunately passing away soon after. I was also framed by treacherous villains, so I traveled to your esteemed place to avoid undeserved disaster. Because I am penniless, I temporarily sell paintings at Qiyun Hermitage at the foot of the mountain. By day, I borrow a small brush to make a living, and by night, I burn the midnight oil to encourage myself. Tonight..." Because of the hospitality of several friends, I brought wine and food to enjoy myself. I was fortunate to meet the old gentleman, who spoke frankly and offered admonitions. I dare to recount my past, hoping for future guidance.” The general thought to himself, “During my time in office, there was never a Minister of War with the surname Mei. This is suspicious.” He hurriedly asked, “Whom did your late father clash with in power? And how many years has he been dead? Please tell me in detail.” Yun Sheng said, “It’s a long story. My late father, due to the rebellion of the Shu bandits, had a general with the same surname as you, sir. His campaign against them was unsuccessful. Minister of War Zhan Youwei, harboring resentment, opposed him, and my father nearly met with misfortune. My father knew his defeat was not his fault and pleaded for his life repeatedly, finally being allowed to be dismissed and return home. Minister Zhan Youwei hated my father, so he seized the opportunity to retire. He has been dead for five years now. I am honored by your inquiry, sir, and dare to tell you the truth.” General Wen Startled, he exclaimed, "So, you are not surnamed Mei, but perhaps the son of the venerable Yun Duqing?" Yun Sheng was also greatly surprised and stood up, saying, "I am indeed Yun Jian. How did you know, sir?" General Wen also stood up and said, "I am Wen Bin. Your late father was my great benefactor. I have not yet been able to repay his kindness, and it has been on my mind all night. I did not expect that your late father had already passed away. How sad! How sad! Now, young master, you have wandered here and lost your home, in such a sorry state. I was unable to save you, and my sins are truly as heavy as a mountain. Today, we meet again by chance, which is truly the will of Heaven. I am overjoyed." Yun Sheng also felt somewhat proud and replied, "My father was just and upright, and had no personal feelings for you, sir." "Why bother, sir, with such trouble, expecting a reward today?" the general said. "If it weren't for your late father's intervention, I would be dead, and I wouldn't be here today, enjoying this moonlit reunion with you, young master. Although I never had the chance to be close to your father, seeing you today is like seeing him!" Having said this, he instructed Old Man He and Songfeng to pack up the dishes and goblets, and they went down the mountain together. He then said to Yun Sheng, "That drunkard of earlier, whose father holds the seal of office, is a complete scoundrel. If these unruly servants see him tomorrow, it will surely cause trouble. It would be much more convenient to move our belongings to your humble abode under this moonlight." Yun Sheng initially refused, but General Wen persuaded him earnestly, and he had no choice but to comply. The monks didn't even inform him, and he simply moved his belongings to General Wen's house. It was truly a scene of: "Wandering with books and sword in a foreign land, I unexpectedly met my beloved.
Though I am a lone bird, I will find refuge on a branch."
That night, the moon shone brightly in the sky, all was silent, dew flew across the plains, and the sunlight cast a chill. It was almost the second watch of the night, and Miss Ruoxia was still admiring the moon on the Bixian Tower, instructing Hong'e to arrange the jade scroll, compose Mid-Autumn Festival verses, and prepare incense smoke from the Boshan incense burner and a glowing bamboo censer, awaiting the return of the General. She also instructed Granny He to keep an eye out from outside. Just as she finished composing a couplet, Granny He rushed in to report: "Master has returned with a scholar, and they've already entered. Miss, please go in quickly." Hearing this, Miss Ruoxia went downstairs, and hearing the approaching voices, she didn't even have time to tidy up the poems on the table. The General and Yunsheng went upstairs and bowed. After Yunsheng thanked them, he saw the fragrant incense and hot tea, a sense of tranquility rising within him. The scenery upstairs was quite different, with books filling the desk and the fragrance of ink emanating from it. Several sprigs of osmanthus were placed in a vase, and countless pieces of paper were pasted on the walls. Yun Sheng initially thought the family was composed of military officers, with only bows, arrows, axes, and halberds displayed before him. He was surprised to find the general impeccably clean and devoid of any vulgarity. The Bixian Tower, where the general resided and the young lady composed poetry, was a secluded and charming place, rarely visited by others. Although the general was skilled in both literature and martial arts, poetry and calligraphy were not his forte; the poems pasted on the walls were all written by the young lady. Upon Yun Sheng's arrival, he had no time to appreciate the details, but he was struck by the general's breezy demeanor and cheerful spirit. The general then offered him more wine, but Yun Sheng declined, saying he couldn't hold his liquor. The general quickly instructed Old Master He to roll up his bedding, and he and Master Mei folded the blankets and made the bed before descending the stairs.
At this moment, the wet nurse, having secretly observed him, recognized him as Yun Sheng and immediately informed the young lady. The young lady was secretly delighted, but wondered how he had come to be there. The general recounted to the young lady the great kindness he had received from her father and the reason for their meeting that evening. The young lady marveled at the miracle, and her two red silk-streaked feet were already tied to this day.
Yun Sheng told Song Feng to go to sleep, and then, carrying a lamp, carefully examined the poems on the four walls. He exclaimed in surprise, "I never expected this old man to have such great talent! How fortunate I am, Yun Jian, to be here. In the future, I can always seek his guidance and have someone to compose poems with!" He then took the lamp to the table and suddenly noticed some writing paper on the ground. He quickly picked it up and saw two lines of poetry on it:
"If tonight there is much to enjoy, who is singing to the moon with sorrow?" Yun Sheng slapped the table repeatedly and said, "What a brilliant line! It is clearly about tonight's events. Why is it not finished? What a pity! I must finish it!" He then picked up his brush and wrote: "What brings sorrow? I want to ask Chang'e when I am drunk."
After writing it, he thought to himself, "This old man is enjoying the moon in the mountains tonight. Who else at home could have written such a wonderful poem? After all, it's his son. He probably left because it's late and inconvenient to meet him, leaving it here. I must ask him for advice tomorrow."
The next day at dawn, General Wen went upstairs to greet him first. Yun Sheng said, "Last night, I carefully read your excellent poem under the lamp. It was truly moving, enough to move even ghosts and gods to tears, enough to inspire awe in a junior scholar. I would be honored if you would offer me your guidance in the future, and I humbly request that you, sir, have a meeting with me." The General stroked his beard and laughed loudly, "What's so special about this poem? How dare you praise it so highly?" Yun Sheng said, "This poet possesses a sword of wisdom in his heart and pearls of intelligence in his pen. He is pure and untainted, without a trace of arrogance or haughtiness. He has a unique charm and elegance that is truly admirable. How could a junior like me not bow down in admiration! Why be so modest, sir? I have already glimpsed the talent and wit of your son. I humbly request a meeting with him to satisfy my humble desires." The General said, "I have never had a son, and I have never seen your son before. This is quite strange." Yun Sheng then handed over the poem he had composed, saying, "Sir, there's no need to hide it from me. Your son has composed a new couplet about the moon, and I, despite my humble abilities, have already added a dog's tail to it!" Upon closer inspection, the soldier recognized Ruoxia's brush and laughed loudly, "To be honest, I am nearly sixty years old and have never had any children. I have only one daughter, who is now of marriageable age. She is fond of calligraphy and painting. Although she is not as talented as Daoyun, she is no less talented than Zhonglang's daughter. This couplet about the moon was written by my daughter. Although I tried to compose and analyze in my youth, I have never mastered it. These works on the wall were all done by my daughter. She is just a beginner and has no merit. Why do you praise her so highly, young master? It is only for the sake of knowledge that I speak frankly." Yun Sheng was greatly surprised and said, "Your daughter is so talented, she is ten times more capable than a son! Her beautiful eyebrows and bright writing have surpassed ours. This is truly an unprecedented event!"
Just as they were talking, Old Man He came in panting and reported, "The newly appointed Inspector has come from afar, saying that he is an acquaintance of the lord and has come to pay his respects." The general hurriedly went to greet him. The imperial inspector had already arrived at the door. You might wonder why an imperial censor would visit a lowly military officer and local gentry. Well, this inspector's surname was Zhang, given name Zhu, style name Zhenglun, and he had initially served as the magistrate of Xin'an County in Guangdong. That year, the Guang barbarians rebelled and attacked Xin'an. The city was undefended and on the verge of collapse. Fortunately, General Wen, leading troops on a campaign against Sichuan, passed through the area and defeated the Dong barbarians, saving Magistrate Zhang. Later, upon hearing that the General had been dismissed, Magistrate Zhang was indignant, but his low rank prevented him from intervening, a fact he deeply regretted. Magistrate Zhang was known for his integrity and achievements, and was soon promoted to Imperial Inspector of Jiangnan. He first visited Suzhou and, hearing that the General had taken refuge at Tiger Hill, remembered the past and came to pay his respects.
The General welcomed him in. After meeting, they recounted the events of that year. Zhang Gongdao said, "The old commander-in-chief was loyal and virtuous, with unparalleled achievements, yet he was nearly framed by wolves in power. Now, I fear that with such a pillar of the nation facing many difficulties, he will soon be retiring to a secluded life!" General Wen said, "In my prime, I vowed to die on the battlefield to serve the court. Unexpectedly, I fell from grace and nearly lost my life. Thanks to the late Mr. Yun, who defied the crowd to help me, I was fortunate to receive the Emperor's favor and be able to return to my ancestral home. Now, knowing I am old and frail, I no longer have the ambition to die for the court!" The Imperial Inspector said, "I also heard of the old commander-in-chief's resignation, thanks to Mr. Yun's efforts. Later, I heard that Mr. Yun's memorial on behalf of the old commander-in-chief offended those in power, and he requested to retire to his hometown. I believe he will soon be promoted." General Wen said, "Mr. Yun's decision to retire was due to my own hardships, but it also showed his quick thinking and noble character. It's a pity he is now gone." The Imperial Inspector Startled, he exclaimed, "So he has passed away! What has become of his descendants?" The general replied, "There is a young man named Jian, of exceptional talent and remarkable ambition. Because of his father's passing, he was framed and is now a traveler in this land. I recently met him by chance and have taken him in. I have instructed him to study diligently day and night to continue the family business, so that I may fulfill my personal desires. However, I am old and frail. If something were to happen to me, I would like to seek refuge with you, Your Excellency, and beg for your kindness. This would not only bring me endless gratitude, but I would also die with honor! I wonder if Your Excellency would be willing to make such a promise?" The inspector said, "Since Your Excellency is so devoted to benevolence and righteousness, how could I not feel ashamed to be a gentleman? If such a man were to become a humble servant, I would certainly welcome him with open arms." After saying this, the general wanted to invite him to stay for a meal, but Zhang Gong declined due to official business.
While the two were discussing Minister Yun, Young Master Yun had overheard them from behind the screen and was deeply grateful for the General's thoughtfulness. When the General returned after seeing his guest off, Young Master Yun thanked him profusely. Old Man Wen went inside and told the young lady about it. The young lady said, "Since that's the case, why not invite this young man out to meet him?" The General replied, "Because we've never met, and given the high rank of the Inspector General, I'm afraid this young man might not be willing to meet him, so I haven't mentioned it." He then recounted Young Master Yun's praise of his poetic talent and his suspicions about the young master, and handed the poem about the moon to the young lady, saying, "This is your work; he has already completed a sequel. What do you think?" The young lady read it and praised it highly. Seeing the two men praising each other, General Wen concluded they must be of similar talent and said, "My daughter, you are my only son, and I have always sought a good husband for you, but such a suitable match is hard to find. I observe that this young man possesses extraordinary character and is destined for great success. I intend to take him as my son-in-law, but since he has just arrived and we do not know each other well, it is inconvenient to speak of it now. Let him stay a few more days, and then we can discuss it in person. I believe he will naturally agree. What do you think, my daughter?" The young lady did not know how to answer and simply lowered her head. The general had already conveyed his meaning and then went outside. The young lady was secretly pleased, and having met Yun Sheng, she was naturally delighted.
Only Yun Sheng was unaware that the young lady was Shi Xiawen. Day and night, he would recite poems and yearn for her, often sighing, "I thought only Yun Eying existed in this world, but who knew there was another Brother Shi. That's fine, I thought we were people of our generation, naturally inclined to poetry and literature. But who knew there was another Miss Wen in the inner chambers, truly more and more extraordinary, surpassing even the most outstanding. It's just that Brother Shi, after only one glimpse, vanished like a wild goose in the dark, leaving the hunter with nothing to yearn for. And Miss Wen lives deep in her boudoir, so close yet so far, her room so near, yet she herself so distant. How fortunate I, Yun Jian, am to have met such a talented man, and also such a beautiful woman! And how unfortunate that the talented man's thoughts are in vain, and the beautiful woman's longing is in vain!" Thinking this, he couldn't help but feel sorrow. From then on, he was consumed by longing and listlessness, his condition fading into a state of deep melancholy. General Wen initially thought it was just a cold and instructed Songfeng to take good care of him. However, seeing his condition worsen day by day, he became anxious and hurriedly consulted a doctor. The doctor diagnosed it as an illness caused by excessive worry, with excessive heat in the triple burner, a deep-seated melancholy that was difficult to dispel. Although he took several doses of medicine, it was completely ineffective. General Wen still attributed it to excessive studying, an overemphasis on fame and fortune, or longing for his hometown, and tried to comfort him. Little did he know that Yun Sheng's thoughts were not far away but near, not there but here. Such words were like throwing water against a stone; how could they possibly comfort him?
The young lady was also anxious, thinking, "If he were truly homesick, he wouldn't have fallen ill only today after being here for so long. As for the matter of fame and fortune, that's utterly absurd. Why not strive for advancement instead of indulging in useless worries? These two matters must not be what he's thinking about, or perhaps there's another reason he's keeping quiet." She secretly told her wet nurse, Granny He, and asked Old Master He to inquire about the cause of Songfeng's illness. Songfeng then recounted how he recited poems to the four walls day and night, constantly thinking of Master Shi. Old Master He told Granny He, who then informed the young lady, who knew the illness was caused by longing for someone. She immediately wrote a letter and gave it to Granny He, instructing Old Master He to take it and explain the details precisely. Granny He followed her instructions and told Old Master He.
Old Master He indeed took the letter and went straight upstairs, where he had Songfeng lead him to his bedside. Seeing that Yun Sheng was as thin as a thread, his body bony and frail, a pitiful sight, Song Feng called out softly, "Master Mei, it's me, Old Man He, here." Yun Sheng turned his head, opened his eyes, and then closed them again. He had to call out again, "Master Mei, this morning I met an old man on the road who asked me about a Master Mei who had stayed at Qiyun Nunnery the other day, but whose whereabouts I didn't know. I asked him what he wanted to say to you, and the old man said that Master Shi, the head of the family, had sent a letter to Master Mei. I wanted to bring him to see you, but he said that since he was at your house, I would trouble you to deliver it to him. I don't have time to see you now; I'll catch a boat and hurry home." After saying this, he handed me the letter, saying, "Master Shi sends his regards to Master Mei and will be coming to meet you soon. That old man is in a hurry to leave. That's why I'm giving you this letter to read." When Yun Sheng heard that Master Shi had a letter, his longing subsided, and he felt a little more energetic. Song Feng opened the letter and helped Yun Sheng up to read it. The book reads: Since our first meeting on the Magpie Bridge, when I glimpsed your beautiful face, and then read your exquisite writings, my heart was intoxicated. Though Zheng Sheng's jade pendant was only just unveiled by the riverbank, and Bo Ya's zither could only evoke thoughts of mountains and rivers, I had longed to hold your hand in the future. But alas, our vow has been broken today. My father has decreed that we should part ways, thus depriving me of the joy of seeing you again. My heart is heavy with sorrow, how can I bear this? From now on, the autumn waters and reeds will only intensify my longing for you; the evening clouds and red trees will only deepen my yearning for wine. My longing for you is as deep as yours, and I believe it is no different. Though we are separated by the stars of Orion and Scorpio, and the Cowherd and Weaver Girl will never meet again, one day we will shake hands and talk, and believe that our hearts are truly connected; we will share our thoughts, and thankfully, we will not abandon the old for the new. My heart is filled with longing, and I send this letter with deep emotion. Take care and eat well. As I write this, my heart is heavy with anticipation. After reading the letter aloud to his brother, Shi Xiawen, a man of great literary and historical talent, Bai Yunsheng felt much better. He thought, "Brother Shi's affection is so tender and lingering. Before, I could feel resentment, but now I can feel joy. It's a pity that the letter has already been sent, and I don't know how he's been doing lately. I imagine he must have been full of energy when he wrote this letter, unlike me, who is so listless. Even so, the longing for seeing him has been relieved; but I wonder when the longing for not seeing him here will end." After thinking this, he went back to sleep. Although he felt slightly better than before, the medicine for the young lady hadn't arrived yet, and his chronic illness was still difficult to cure.
Old Lady He had already informed the young lady about sending the book. The young lady still asked her to inquire about the illness's progress. Old Lady He replied, "Two days after reading the book, there was little sign of improvement, but it's been the same for the past two days. What should I do?" The young lady said, "I have no choice but to send this last savior. If I sit idly by and do nothing, even that letter from the other day will have been a waste of effort." She quickly wrote a poem in the style of the Mid-Autumn Festival poem, changed her handwriting, and read it aloud: "The clouds and rosy hues reflect each other, so full of affection, especially since the black horse has not yet sung.
Please go to the Moon Palace to pluck the laurel first, then you will be able to see Chang'e.
" The first line of the poem subtly connects the two words "clouds and rosy hues," and the last two lines mean that he should strive for fame and success before he can be bound by the red thread of fate. The young lady sealed the poem and told Old Lady He to take the red calyx and ride the pine breeze to fetch the doctor. The general went to consult a fortune teller, secretly took the poem, and went upstairs with her. Old Lady He hurriedly lifted the curtain and called out twice, "Master Mei, Miss sent Sister Hong'e to inquire after you." Yun Sheng, having heard the word "Miss" in his dream, felt as if a magic pill had entered his dantian. He sat up abruptly and said, "Thank you, Miss. What advice do you have for my serious illness?" Hong'e stepped forward and replied, "My young lady is very worried because Master Mei's illness is not yet fully cured. Due to the constraints of etiquette, it is difficult to send her regards. Now, seeing Master Mei's condition, she has no choice but to send this humble servant to inquire after you and convey her message, begging you to cherish yourself and not to take your own life, lest you cause me great worry." Having said this, she handed Yun Sheng a poem from her sleeve, saying, "It contains a wonderful prescription. Please take it carefully and do not disappoint my young lady's good intentions. This humble servant will take her leave now, lest Master Mei return." Before parting, she repeatedly urged him to take care of himself.
After Hong'e left, Yun Sheng opened the poem and understood its meaning: it wished him success in his career and a life of unrequited love. Overjoyed, he forgot all his past lovesickness and felt increasingly better each day. Within a few days, his illness vanished. He then composed a poem and asked Granny He to convey his gratitude to the young lady. When the young lady opened it, she saw the poem: "Why have I suddenly felt so many emotions? From now on, I dare not utter a sorrowful song.
The colorful clouds can make the clouds glow; one day, I will thank the moon goddess in the heavens."
From then on, the young lady no longer inquired about him. Yun Sheng also devoted himself to his studies, secretly reflecting on his own thoughts. But good things often come with difficulties, and adversity often arises. As fate would have it: the white-haired general disappeared into the green forest; the beautiful and wise man hid behind a lotus curtain.
To know what happens next, please read the next chapter.
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Chapter 5 A Loyal Minister Falls into a Tiger's Pit, Willing to Be a Deadly Ghost; A Virtuous Lady Joins the Army as a Guest of the Imperial Household. The poem reads: "The treacherous are truly wolves and tigers; urgent dispatches fly like stars. Life and death have long been regarded as mere feathers. I, I, I, would rather be ashamed of Suiyang, the shame of Duan Hu, or the humiliation of Su Wu. A clever plan to leave her homeland, suddenly joining the ranks of men; how wondrous is the six-times-exiled woman Chen Ping! Hiding, hiding, hiding, imitating the scholar; submitting her credentials at the Wutai Palace, a guest of honor entering the imperial household." The poem continues: "After Miss Wen gave me her poem, Yun Sheng diligently studied, writing with great care. Old Master Wen, seeing his diligence, was very pleased and began to think of him. She intended to recruit him to the Southern Examination Hall, hoping for a success in the autumn examinations, and then use this opportunity to arrange a marriage." Just as preparations were being made, an official report arrived, informing him of his reinstatement as a general. Old Wen was greatly alarmed, thinking, "It's that treacherous official's scheme again." He quickly read the report: "Ministry of War: Due to a vacancy, former Commander-in-Chief Wen Bin, who failed in his campaign against Shu and was dismissed from his post, is hereby reinstated and ordered to depart immediately to suppress the Shu bandits, despite his punishment. Upon successful completion of the campaign, he will be promoted accordingly. This is the imperial decree."
General Wen had no choice but to prepare for his departure. The young lady, upon hearing this, was heartbroken. The general said to her, "The powerful and treacherous officials are determined to kill me. I am prepared to sacrifice myself for my country, and I have already disregarded life and death. However, my only concern is that you have not yet found your place. I intended to marry you to Young Master Yun, so we could be together, but the king's orders are urgent, and it is too late. Moreover, this journey is fraught with danger; if something unexpected happens, it may implicate him. Therefore, I am hesitant. Although you are a woman, you are fortunate to have courage and wisdom. You do not need detailed instructions. I will now instruct Old Master He to be careful at home. If there is any emergency, we must discuss it accordingly. If we are fortunate enough to be victorious and return alive,..." "At that time, cooperating with you and Yun Sheng was a great joy. Now that things have come to this, you need not be sad." The young lady, comforted by her father and pleased with the auspicious occasion, did not want to show any sadness at parting, so she replied, "Father, you are blessed with good fortune, and the defeat of the enemy is imminent. Although I am young, I am quite capable of managing household affairs, so please do not let me disturb your peace of mind. Besides, Master He is more than capable and can be entrusted with external matters. I only wish that you will succeed on this auspicious day, and I eagerly await the good news to fulfill my wish." Having said this, Master He just entered, and the general gave a few instructions before going out to see Yun Sheng.
Yun Sheng had already instructed Song Feng to pack his belongings. Upon seeing the General, Yun Sheng offered his congratulations and said, "I am deeply grateful for your esteemed favor, sir, and had intended to spend my days in conversation. However, upon hearing of your imminent departure, I must take my leave. I hope that in the future, when you have achieved your goal, I will visit you to offer my congratulations." The General replied, "I foresaw your exceptional talent, sir, and that you would surely achieve great things. Therefore, I dared to deign to keep you at my residence. Unexpectedly, the court has ordered the campaign against Shu, preventing me from fully realizing my ambitions, which I deeply regret. Now that you are packing your bags and determined to leave, I dare not insist further. However, I have one thing to entrust to you, and I hope you will take heed." He then carefully explained the betrothal arrangements and repeatedly emphasized the possibility of unforeseen circumstances, urging Yun Sheng to honor his promise. Yun Sheng was deeply moved and resolutely accepted the order. The General gave him some travel expenses and departed with tears in his eyes. Before leaving, he entrusted Granny He to convey his regards to the young lady, who in turn entrusted Granny He to give farewell instructions to Yunsheng and a gift. Yunsheng left sadly, for there was a reason for his coming and a reason for his departure.
After parting, they would both yearn for each other, their longing boundless.
After Yunsheng left, the general immediately packed his bags and set off, the father and son's affection for each other deeply evident.
Meanwhile, since Wansheng joined Qingcheng Mountain, the army had grown even larger, attacking prefectures and plundering counties. Countless corrupt officials had been killed, and urgent dispatches were sent. Minister Zhan, still harboring old grudges, recommended the general and had 5,000 exhausted troops prepared on the way. When the general arrived, he obtained an imperial edict urging him to advance and forbidding him from entering the capital. The general had no choice but to head towards Sichuan.
The Tiger-Faced King, already aware of the imperial army's deployment, sent spies along the way to gather intelligence. Knowing it was General Wen, the Emei King said, "This old man was utterly defeated by me last time, and now he's come to die again." The Tiger-Faced King said, "This old man is both wise and brave; he's certainly not the same as before. With treacherous ministers in the country, how can a great general achieve merit abroad? We must be vigilant and prepared, and not be complacent about yesterday's victory." Just then, a scout arrived on horseback, reporting, "The General's troops have reached Guanxian and set up camp twenty li from the mountain." The Tiger-Faced King mobilized his troops and charged down the mountain. The two armies faced each other. Wan Sheng led the charge, while the General personally supervised the battle. After half a day of fighting, neither side gained the upper hand, and both sounded the retreat. The general gathered his officers to discuss the matter, saying, "I see that these bandits are extremely strong and brave, and cannot be defeated by force. We should capture them by strategy. I've heard that this mountain only has one road; it would be better to station troops here and cut off their supply lines. Then, without supplies, they will be in a panic, and we can capture them in one fell swoop. What do you all think?" The officers all replied, "General, your opinion is correct." Then, a military advisor, who was Minister Zhan's nephew, stepped forward and said, "No! The court has raised soldiers for a thousand days, only to use them for one day. Why are you so cowardly, General? Those bandits are nothing but a rabble. If you are so afraid of them, you are clearly playing with them. If you do not wish to fight, General, I will set up another camp tomorrow and confront the bandits separately." General Wen knew that he was Minister Zhan's confidant and had been sent by him to obstruct the military strategy, so he said, "On the day I set out to lead the army, I was willing to risk my life to repay the country's kindness. Since the military advisor wants to fight, I will not obstruct the military strategy." After saying this, they all fell silent, indignant.
The next day, they went to battle again. The King of Emei led his troops into battle, but was defeated by General Wen and suffered some losses. The Tiger-Faced King gathered his generals and discussed the matter, saying, "I see that although this man is old, his skills are formidable. If he sets up camp here and cuts off our supply lines, we will be defeated without a fight. Tomorrow we must devise a plan to achieve victory, capture this old man, and the rest will be spared." The generals bowed and said, "Your Majesty's plan is brilliant; we await your command." The Tiger-Faced King immediately made his arrangements: First, General Mo Ke of Yingfeng Cave would lead 500 troops to ambush on the side of Baligang, and once the general entered the ridge, they would immediately seize the entrance; the second group would be General He Qi of Feihu Cave... Yong led 500 soldiers to ambush at the entrance of Qingliu Valley, ready to seize the entrance once the general entered. The third rank, led by General Yue Wusai of the Mountain Cave, and the fourth rank, led by General Shanyu Yisi of the Ghostly Cave, each with 500 men, ambushed at Luanshi Slope, ready to attack from both sides when the general retreated. The fifth rank, led by General Wenren Burang of the Tiger Roar Cave, and the sixth rank, led by General Bao Bisheng of the Leopard Tooth Cave, each with 500 grappling hook users, ambushed in Yaer Forest, ready to capture the general upon his entry. Only the seventh rank, led by General Liu Zhi of the Maibao Cave, and the eighth rank, led by General Ru Changxian of the Daohai Cave, served as the left and right wings. The deployment was finalized: the first rank was led by the Emei King,
and the second rank was to be in the center, with the order being to lose, not win, to lure him in. The next day, the battle commenced. General Wen was unwilling to fight, but when Military Advisor Zhan insisted on engaging, he didn't even consult him, leading 1,000 soldiers to confront the Emei King. In less than three exchanges, the Emei King feigned an opening and, with a single, swift stroke, cleaved him in two. A scout immediately informed the general, who was greatly alarmed and hastily donned his armor, mounted his horse, and charged into battle. He roared, "You vile witch! You killed my military advisor; today I will make you pay with your life!" The Emei King retorted, "Old general, you are of advanced age; why not cherish yourself and offer your life as well?" The general, without another word, charged straight at Emei. After a few more exchanges, Emei feigned defeat, dragging her spear as she fled. The Tiger-Faced King immediately engaged her, but after a few more exchanges, he too turned and fled, only to be met by two generals from his left and right. The general showed no fear, fighting and retreating alongside the four, taking turns engaging General Wen, while his troops surged forward. They reached Baligang, only half of their five thousand men advancing, when a gong sounded, and a troop of men emerged from behind the ridge, seizing the pass. The general pressed on, unwilling to give up. They entered Qingliu Valley again, and only four or five hundred of their two thousand men had advanced when a cannon fired, and a troop of soldiers charged out of the valley, blocking their path. They were driven into a rocky slope, and looking ahead, they realized they were not far from Qingcheng Mountain, and were greatly alarmed. As they retreated, one troop attacked from the left, another from the right, and four generals pursued from behind. They then saw a path to the side, spurred their horses in, and found themselves surrounded by trees on both sides, with at least twenty or thirty riders beside them. Just as they were about to find their way out of the forest, two men with grappling hooks tripped them up, bound them, and brought them up the mountain to face the Tiger-Faced King. The general, his eyes blazing with fury, roared, "You bunch of rats, temporarily trapped in this pot, unaware of the greater good! I, a man of both civil and military rank, have been wrongly imprisoned by you today, and I am willing to sacrifice myself to repay the nation's kindness!" Having said this, he attempted to throw himself down the steps. Panicked, Wan Sheng hurriedly went down the steps to help him up, personally untied his bonds, pulled him into the hall, pressed him into a chair, and bowed deeply, weeping, saying, "We truly know that the old general has always been loyal and righteous, but has inadvertently offended the emperor's power. Today, we occupy this mountain, not because we are unaware of being fish in a pot, temporarily seeking survival, but because powerful and treacherous officials are in power, they do not seek to appease but only to exterminate. How could we willingly submit to slaughter? Therefore, we have no choice but to resist the enemy. Moreover, we heard that the old general was previously framed by Zhan Youwei, but fortunately, Yun Nianbo intervened and saved him. Today, we intend to send him back, but I fear that without Yun Nianbo, the old general will surely fall victim to his cruelty. Perhaps it would be better to stay in this deserted stronghold and wait for the imperial court to show any intention of granting amnesty, then surrender and see the light of day again. What does the old general think?" Upon hearing the name Yun Nianbo, the general knew that he was from an official family, so he said, "I will listen to your opinion." "You are a descendant of scholars and poets, so why have you committed such an unjust act, bringing shame upon your grandfather? Why not submit to punishment today instead of waiting for future favors?" Wan Sheng then recounted his acquaintance with Yun Sheng and the plot of Bai Gongzi, saying, "Submitting to punishment today is not impossible, but circumstances prevent it. With powerful and treacherous officials in the court, figures like Bai Zuodu, Yan Libu, and Zhan Bingbu will surely extort bribes. If we offend them even slightly, our lives will be in danger. Seeking life by sending ourselves to death is utterly unreasonable. If my brother Yun were in power and knew I was here, he would surely have other ideas. Then it wouldn't be too late to surrender." Upon hearing Yun Sheng's story, the general was moved by his love for his daughter and had no choice but to agree to his words. He temporarily stayed on the mountain, but encouraged his followers with loyalty and righteousness, to be dealt with later.
Meanwhile, these defeated soldiers fled back and reported to Minister Zhan that the military advisor had died in battle and the general had surrendered to the rebels. Minister Zhan was greatly shocked and immediately submitted a memorial. The Emperor was furious and sent imperial guards to arrest General Wen's family. Truly: Where can a thousand lines of blood and tears be shed? Who can reach the Emperor's gates, thousands of miles away?
Since the general's departure, Miss Wen had been deeply troubled. Firstly, she worried about her father's advanced age and declining strength; secondly, she heard of the burgeoning banditry and constantly sent Old Man He to inquire about the situation. One day, while in the city, she heard that an imperial edict had arrived. She rushed to inquire and learned it was from the imperial guards. Asking a servant from the mansion, she learned that the general had been captured and was coming to arrest her family. Terrified, she ran home to tell her mistress. Upon hearing this, Miss Wen was heartbroken. Because of the suddenness of the situation, she hurriedly asked Old Man He, "Is this true?" The old man replied, "I saw it with my own eyes, how could it not be true?" Hong'e and the wet nurse wept bitterly. Miss Wen said, "With me here, it's alright, but the imperial guards will surely arrive tonight." She devised a clever plan. She hurriedly told Old Man He to fetch a small boat, while Hong'e packed some valuables and silver. She herself put on the general's clothes and gave two more garments to Hong'e, and the wet nurse wore Old Man He's old clothes. After Old Man He found a boat and closed the front door, the four quietly took their luggage and went out through the back door. They disembarked in a secluded spot and told the boatman to inquire along the way about the location of the Imperial Inspector, no matter how far or near, as they wanted to meet him. The
boatman indeed inquired along the way and learned that the Imperial Inspector was in Changzhou. In no time, they arrived at Changzhou Prefecture. Old Man He was told to go ashore and find the location of the Censorate. The boat was moved to a nearby spot, and some silver was given to the wet nurse. She said to her, “You and your husband have served me for half your lives. I originally intended to retire in your old age, but with this great event, we have to flee for our lives. The other day, my husband entrusted Young Master Yun to the Imperial Inspector. Now I will impersonate Young Master Yun to seek refuge with the Imperial Inspector, and he will surely detain me. You and your husband should take this silver and do some small business to make a living. Besides, Yilang is dead, so you have no ties. Please stay far away and never go out nearby, lest you be recognized and suffer great harm.” Having said this, tears streamed down her face. The wet nurse, tears streaming down her face, said, "We two old folks didn't care about Yilang after his death. We thought that with Miss here, we could rely on you for the rest of our lives. Who would have thought we'd be separated today? But things have come to this, and there's nothing we can do. Now, thanks to Miss's instructions, we will naturally live far away. But when Master returns home someday, we two will have to rely on Miss." Miss said, "I hope so. There's one more important thing to say: if you two happen to run into Master Yun from the other day, don't tell him where I am today. Just say that Master Shi saw you and that you've already married him, so he won't worry about me." After giving her these instructions, she wrote a letter for her. Hong'e also changed her name to Songfeng. She took the letter and had Old Man He lead her to the front of the Inspectorate. She told the gatekeeper, "A young master, Minister Yun, wants to see you." The gatekeeper presented the letter, and the Inspector immediately sent someone to greet him. When the fake Yun Sheng entered, he hurriedly said, "Your Excellency, I have offended you with my humble and ignorant presence. I have paid my respects first and then apologize." The Inspector said, "I have long admired the late General Wen's esteemed virtue and talent. I am deeply honored to have the privilege of seeing your esteemed presence. What offense could I possibly have committed?" He helped him up and treated him with the utmost courtesy.
After they were seated, the fake Yun Sheng said, "I was just going through a difficult time when I met the General. His kindness and generosity were like that of a family member. I have been trying my best to repay your kindness, and at that time, I was deeply moved by your arrival. I had to take my leave today. The General mentioned your righteous and chivalrous spirit, which is rare indeed. He said that if I were ever in trouble, I could come to your aid. However, I have not yet paid my respects. How could I dare to be disrespectful?" I recently heard that the General has been implicated again, and that the imperial guards have arrived in Suzhou, where his wife and children have been arrested. I fear the repercussions may affect me, and therefore I am ashamed to humbly request your assistance. I hope Your Excellency will have mercy on me and allow me to be released.” The Inspector said, “The General has always been loyal and righteous, but has always been disliked by those in power. In the past, it was thanks to your late father, Your Excellency, who defended him righteously, that he was spared execution. Now that the wise man has passed away, the world is shrouded in darkness, and evil spirits are in power, acting with impunity, even using fabricated charges to oppress and plunder.” "General, your loyalty and integrity are evident to all, but alas, when public criticism reaches its peak, it will be difficult to obtain the Emperor's sword. Even if your son were to surrender, I would not hesitate to ruin my family to accommodate him, let alone my worthy friend. We are separated by an insurmountable distance, how could I be allowed to drag you down? Now that you have not disregarded my journey from afar, allowing me to witness your virtuous example day and night, I am truly delighted! I only ask that you not be punished for the hasty actions of the office and the disrespect shown to a worthy man, then I would be most grateful!" Jia Yunsheng bowed again and said, "The world is treacherous, and people's hearts are like caves. There are countless acquaintances who are like swords drawn, facing each other across the Nine Peaks, yet you, sir, have not changed your principles with the rise and fall of fortunes, nor have you changed your heart with the preservation of benevolence. Among the ancients, I fear there are no peers. Not only am I deeply grateful for your kindness today, but even my late father in the netherworld would surely admire your righteousness endlessly!" The Inspector saw that Jia Yunsheng was handsome and refined, and his words were clear and eloquent, knowing that he was not a common man, and naturally looked at him with new respect, and asked for his name. Caught off guard, the fake Yunsheng could only offer a temporary response, hastily replying, "My humble name is Xiangfu." He noticed a Xiang fan in the inspector's hand, which stirred his emotions. Unexpectedly, the inspector had a daughter named Xianglan. The inspector then took notice of the fake Yunsheng, leading to a later, rather bizarre, story—but that's another matter. That
night, a lavish banquet was held in his honor, with exceptionally generous hospitality. During the drinking, the inspector wanted to test the fake Yunsheng's talent, asking, "I've long heard of your skill in deliberation; may I ask you a few words?" The fake Yunsheng readily agreed, fearing the inspector wouldn't believe him if he recited an old poem. Instead, he immediately recited a quatrain from the inspector's Xiang fan: "Gazing afar at Cangwu, tears fall like rain, staining the jade pendant with resentment for not being met.
Today, I am fortunate that you have brushed it clean, instantly bringing a touch of benevolence to my withered bones."
Upon hearing the poem's meaning, the imperial inspector understood that Jia Yunsheng hoped for his protection and was overjoyed. He exclaimed, "How can you be so talented and quick-witted? You are destined for greatness; I eagerly await your arrival!" Jia Yunsheng replied, "I am but a humble and incompetent man, barely able to fulfill this request. I hope you will extend your kindness and guidance in the future, but such excessive praise is undeserved." The inspector laughed, "It is not that I am praising you too much, but that you are being too modest! I have a question for you, but I wonder if you would agree?" Jia Yunsheng said, "Even a leaden knife has its use. If you do not see that I am unworthy and have no reason to refuse, I will obey your command." The inspector said, "I am over fifty, my hair has turned white and my teeth are loose. My thoughts are often difficult to grasp. Because of my inadequate official salary and poverty, I have long been burdened by this." "My staff is short-handed, and I have been making all the decisions myself, which has led to a great deal of trouble and left me with no time to make judgments. Now, I am fortunate that you, sir, have taken pity on me and are willing to serve as my guest in the staff. I would be eternally grateful!" Jia Yunsheng said, "Floating on green waters and leaning against lotus blossoms, how could I not admire the beauty of such a slender figure? But I fear that my talents are not up to par, and I am not worthy to be a guest in the staff! Please do not treat pearls and jade lightly like pebbles." The inspector said, "In the past, Huang Chonggu, a woman, served as a staff member for Lord Zhou. Now, you, sir, are more talented than Ban Gu and Sima Qian, yet you are not as good as Chonggu. Why do you refuse like this?" Seeing that the inspector was displeased, Jia Yunsheng quickly said, "I dare not refuse, but I fear that my talents are insufficient and I am burdened with a heavy responsibility! Now that you have not abandoned me but taken me into your care, how could I not lend a helping hand in return?" The inspector was overjoyed to see that Jia Yunsheng had agreed. Indeed: Mulan joining the army is a truly remarkable story, and Chonggu serving as a guest is also an extraordinary tale.
Shame on the useless man, yet he squandered his talent on the beautiful woman.
From then on, Miss Wen became a secretary, and he was fortunate enough to have a pen as sharp as a knife, a tongue as eloquent as a ring, and courage as fierce as a battle, without revealing the slightest flaw. Only the fake Songfeng was not his forte, but Miss Wen taught him from time to time, and later he became accustomed to it and mastered it on his own.
That Lord Zhang was originally from Shuntian Prefecture. After completing his term, he returned to the capital and took the fake Yunsheng back with him. It is said that: a pair of beauties, temporarily husband and wife; under the half-curtain of the bright moon, they talked about their marriage.
To know the truth, please read the next chapter.
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Chapter Six: A Heartfelt At First Sight Leads to a Deceptive Pretense, A Meeting Never Before Known, an Old Friend Meets a New One. A poem says: People have no worries, only their faces are the oldest. Let them laugh and scold, good officials are themselves, there are many like this. Upside down, fake and real, clear at first sight. Mistaking before, meeting you today, the scheme is ingenious.
The poem, in the tune of "Willow Shoots Green,"
describes how a person, on the Mid-Autumn Festival night, seeing that Young Master Yan was in a bad situation, took advantage of a moment of free time to go home and sleep. The next morning, he arrived at Yun Sheng's residence very early, only to find the door open and the person gone, with nothing left. He was very suspicious and wondered, "Where did the master and servant go in the dead of night?" When he went to ask the monks at the temple, they all said they knew nothing. Renqu, recounting the events of the previous night, said, "That Xiaomei is truly a naive youth, naive and ignorant of the ways of the world. As the saying goes, even a fierce dragon cannot defeat a local snake. As a lone guest, he naturally had to yield a bit. A poor, bookish fellow with no connections dared to challenge such a powerful and wealthy young master. It was clear he was about to be crushed. Last night, that young master Yan must have carried him back. I wonder what will become of him!" The monks asked, "If that's the case, why hasn't Songfeng the servant returned? Did he take everything?" Renqu replied, "Masters, you are all so ignorant. If the servant had seen the master take it, there would have been no way to save him. Besides, people are so cunning these days. He took the opportunity to pack up the master's belongings and ran away! I, Old Qiu, am sure to be right." The monks, finding his words reasonable, all believed him.
After bidding farewell to the monks, the man returned home, thinking, "I'll just shut myself in and ignore the moonlight outside my window." Some time passed, but there was still no news. Little did anyone know that Yun Sheng had simply sat at the Wen family's house, never leaving, and no one knew what was happening. The man, having passed the New Year without finding a place to study, hatched a plan. He said, "I see that Xiao Mei's calligraphy and painting business could be quite profitable, but it's a pity he's so dull and doesn't know how to make money. His poems are with me anyway, and I've become quite familiar with them. I remember when I was a bamboo craftsman working for a local official, I learned to paint a few orchids, and landscapes are easy for me too. Why not use Xiao Mei's name, move elsewhere, and open a shop like his? It would be a brilliant plan! Better than opening that 'Confucius's Sayings' shop." Having made up his mind, he took his son and left, heading straight for Hangzhou. He said, "West Lake is the most crowded place; let's go there and have some fun!"
Sure enough, they soon arrived at West Lake, rented a nice house, and, with his son as Songfeng, hung up a calligraphy and painting sign. Those who had visited Tiger Hill and had heard of Mei Zaifu's name came daily, drawn by his reputation, after seeing his shop opened at West Lake. Moreover, Yun Sheng's business wasn't focused on this, so he was somewhat arrogant. Those people fawned over him, their obsequious manner so practiced that they found him charming and even gave him generous gifts. He swayed and swaggered when he came out, and returned carefree and relaxed, thoroughly enjoying himself. It was truly a picture of shameless mischief, a peach or plum substitute for a horse or an ox.
I advise you not to laugh at the autumn man's fawning, for calligraphers, painters, and family members are all prone to following trends.
Leaving aside the matter of the man's fawning, let's talk about Shui Yiren and Shui Youyuan, who, admiring Yun Sheng's talent, were eager to visit Tiger Hill. They had no intention of stopping along the way, ignoring even the famous mountains and scenic spots. Upon seeing Tiger Hill, they hurried ashore, but by the time they reached the temple, Yun Sheng was no longer there. Only after asking the monks did they learn that it was because of Young Master Yan. Stumbling and filled with remorse, she exclaimed, "How unfortunate I am! I've traveled a thousand miles to find a kindred spirit, only to arrive in springtime. Brother Mei, with his unparalleled talent, is tormented by fish and shrimp in shallow waters! What a pity! What a pity!" She hastily disembarked and went to the Yan family's residence to inquire about their whereabouts. If they had fallen victim to that scoundrel's cruelty, she would surely lend a hand.
However, upon visiting them, everyone said there was no such thing. Desperate, she said to Youyuan, "My nephew came all this way to see Brother Mei, but he hasn't even met him! I no longer care about my family; I will travel the world to find Brother Mei before I give up. If I don't find him, I swear I won't return home!" Youyuan comforted her. She then hired another small boat and went to Tiger Hill to inquire about his residence and background. Knowing he was from Luoyang, Shui Sheng thought, "Perhaps he traveled here to study, but found no talent to be found, and returned home. I should go to Henan to inquire; if we happen to meet, wouldn't that be wonderful!" Having made up his mind, he took a servant named Qingfeng with him, and the two hurried to Luoyang County in Henan. They asked everyone they met about a talented scholar named Mei. After searching for several days, they found neither a talented scholar nor anyone with the surname Mei. Those with the surname Mei were either villagers or commoners, so Shui Sheng paid them no attention.
One day, passing by Yun Sheng's house, he saw an old man picking lice in the sun. Shui Sheng approached and asked, "Old man, is there a Master Mei here?" The old man, Chi Xin, was deaf and misheard, replying, "My master was framed and has been gone for over a year." He then burst into tears. Shui Sheng stopped and asked him what had happened. The old man hurriedly led him inside. Shui Sheng looked around and saw only overgrown moss and weeds, bare trees, dusty ancient inkstones, and dilapidated windows—a scene of utter desolation beyond description. The old man then told him about the plot by Young Master Bai, and Shui Sheng finally realized that the young master's surname was Yun, and his enthusiasm waned. The old man continued, "Judging from your voice, you are not from around here. If you happen to meet my husband, please tell him that I, your old servant, sincerely urge you to achieve success in the imperial examinations and return home to bring honor to your family." Shui Sheng replied, "I was just asking about Master Mei; how could I possibly know your husband? How could I possibly know him?" The old man realized he had misheard and quickly said, "I am an old man with deaf ears; I have misunderstood you. I am sorry to have troubled you." He added, "If my husband were at home, even though we don't know each other today, upon seeing such a handsome and refined man as you, he would surely want to keep you here and even compose poems!" Shui Sheng hurriedly asked, "Can your husband also compose poetry?" The old man replied, "Composing poetry is his talent; everyone here praises him." "What a talented man!" he said, pointing to the wall. "Look at these tattered, worm-eaten pieces of brocade paper; they're all in his handwriting." Shui Sheng went closer and exclaimed, "How can this man's talent and handwriting be so identical to Brother Mei's? Could it be that Brother Mei is someone he changed his name to avoid trouble? Otherwise, how many talented people are there in the world, yet there's never been a single one, and now there are two? It's highly suspicious." He then asked the old man, "When your husband left, did he change his name?" The old man replied, "Yes, I heard Master Wan tell him to change his name, but I don't know what surname he changed it to. If that's the case, then your husband really can't understand him." After saying this, Shui Sheng left. As he traveled, he thought, "Most people with the surname Mei are likely also surnamed Yun. And Brother Mei's pen name is Zaifu, clearly emulating the story of Mei Fu hiding in Suzhou. Moreover, their poetic talent is identical, their writing style is indistinguishable, and there's no other talented person with the surname Mei in Luoyang—truly strange!"
From then on, whenever he met someone, he would ask if they were surnamed Mei or Yun. He turned back to Suzhou via the old route to search again, but to no avail. He then thought, "Hangzhou has always been a prosperous place, attracting many poets and travelers who admire the history of West Lake. Perhaps I should visit there; maybe we'll meet." Indeed: It's not that a good man willingly undertakes such a journey, but rather that he is driven by a heart full of admiration for talent.
Upon arriving at West Lake, he asked everyone he met, and some said he owned a calligraphy and painting shop there. Shui Sheng was overjoyed, exclaiming, "If only I had known! The food would be ready long ago!" He quickly wrote a letter and had Qingfeng take it. Following directions, he finally saw a sign in the distance that read: "Luoyang Mei Zaifu Calligraphy and Painting Shop." Shui Sheng felt as if he were Tang Sanzang on his journey to the West, meeting the Buddha, and was overjoyed, eager to step inside. Qingfeng delivered the letter, and the fake Mei Sheng, thinking he was there to request calligraphy and painting, rushed to greet him. Shui Sheng entered and saw a man with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a thick, bushy mouth. He thought to himself, "How unattractive he is! I thought this young man from Sanhe must have the talent of Zhang Xu, but his appearance doesn't match his talent. Judging by appearances is like losing Ziyu; I shouldn't have such opinions."
After their meeting, Shui Sheng said, "Brother, I, your brother, possess unparalleled talent and have searched high and low for you, but to no avail. Unexpectedly, I have finally met you today. The other day, my uncle showed me a fan with pearls and jade on it, and I have long admired you greatly. I have rushed to Tiger Hill to meet you. I also heard that you, brother, suffered the humiliation of being treated like a spoiled brat. I immediately offered to act as your hawk and falcon, and only then did I learn of the truth. Later, I learned that you are from Luoyang, and I traveled there to search for you, but to no avail. Could it be that you, brother, are hiding your identity and seeking refuge, rather than letting your beautiful words be tainted by the world's filth? I beg you to enlighten me." Shui Sheng's words clearly intended for him to reveal his whereabouts. Upon hearing this, the fake Mei Sheng realized that he had come to see Yun Sheng. He only knew Mei Zaifu, and had no idea of Yun Sheng's background, so he gave a vague reply without clarifying the matter. Shui Sheng was greatly suspicious, thinking, "According to him, the surnames Yun and Mei are actually two different people." The fake Mei Sheng's heart pounded with unease, fearing his true identity would be revealed. He hesitated to speak, not daring to utter a word. Shui Sheng then asked, "Although we haven't composed poems together under the moon or held hands in the wind, we have long been spiritual acquaintances and our hearts have been in harmony for a long time. Now, I have gone to great lengths to be here in person, yet you haven't offered a single word of guidance. Have you failed to appreciate my sincere admiration?" The fake Mei Sheng saw that the name on the invitation was Shui Mei, but he didn't know any pseudonym or background. He was like a gazelle butting against a fence, unable to advance or retreat. Seeing Shui Sheng's anxiety, Mei could only force a smile and say, "I am foolish and have never met you, Master Shui. Yet you have been so earnest. I do not know your honorable title or address. May I instruct you?" Shui Sheng then laughed and said, "So Brother Mei has forgotten what happened before." He then proceeded to tell the whole story of how Shui Youyuan had tricked him and how he himself had envied him. Only then did the fake Mei realize the reason, and he boldly and arrogantly said, "Back when I was at Tiger Hill, a man surnamed Shui did indeed come to ask for calligraphy and painting. He said he had a nephew who was extremely talented and wanted me to write a wonderful poem for a contest. I didn't put in much effort and just wrote a couple of poems. Later, my humble skills became quite famous, and I received thousands of requests every day. I had no time to remember so many names, so I forgot about this matter. It turns out it was you, Brother Mei! How delightful! You've come here, perhaps to ask me for more calligraphy and painting?" "Brother, compose a few poems? I'll gladly oblige." Shui Sheng noticed the vulgarity in his words and the arrogance evident in his smile, but since he insisted on writing poems, he readily agreed. He then thought, "Arrogance is something only talented people can possess. Besides, I haven't offered him any poems for advice, so he naturally doesn't understand the meaning of mutual respect. I'll compose a new poem tomorrow and ask for his guidance, and request a matching poem. Then we'll naturally be on the same wavelength." Having thought this through, he took his leave. People are always afraid of revealing their true colors when they are in a hurry. Now that he was saying goodbye, he thought to himself, "He came because of my reputation, but I doubt he has any talent." He immediately adopted the tone of a famous person and said, "I should have kept you here, but my humble abode receives so many visitors that I am overwhelmed and quite annoyed. Moreover, most of the visitors are people who are out of touch with the ways of the world, which makes my humble reputation seem even more important, and I have to ask for your advice more and deal with you more and more. It is really a burden for me. A little bit of money is nothing to me, but you are so firm in your refusal and so persistent in your offerings that I have no choice but to accept it. My brother is a handsome young man, and he seems quite remarkable. If you can write poetry, could you write a few poems for me to read and to dispel my loneliness? I wonder if you can write them?" Shui Sheng smiled and said, "I know a little about poetry. Please allow me to ask you for advice with some poems tomorrow." After saying this, he bowed and took his leave. Renqu muttered to himself, "What a hot-tempered fellow! I scared him away. A talentless brat, coming to seek guidance from Master Mei. Luckily, though I lack literary talent, I have eloquence; I can fool these illiterate people." He then smugly finished speaking.
Meanwhile, Yun Sheng, after parting with General Wen, went straight to find Renqu, only to find Renqu gone. He thought, "I've been hiding for over a year now; things at home have naturally cooled down, but I haven't accomplished anything. Going back feels pointless. I might as well travel elsewhere some more. If I'm lucky enough to meet someone like General Wen, I can stay there in the future. Otherwise, I have no connections; how can I make a name for myself in a foreign land and return home in glory?" He then remembered the incident last year when Shui Youyuan asked for a poem. He said he was from Jishui County, and he remembered his nephew, nicknamed "Yi Ren," was exceptionally talented. He wondered what had become of him, and whether he had visited. Since he was currently traveling aimlessly, why not go to Jiangxi to visit him? If he were talented, he would have another Shi Xiawen in the future! Wouldn't that be wonderful! He hurriedly asked Songfeng to hire a boat and set off for Hangzhou, having no heart to linger on the scenery along the way. After passing Hangzhou, he rushed to Jiangxi.
When he arrived at Jishui County, he came to visit his beloved. Just as he entered the town, he bumped into Shui Youyuan. Youyuan was greatly surprised and said, "This is Master Mei! What brings you here? You've caused my nephew so much trouble." Yun Sheng was also surprised and asked, "What has caused your nephew so much trouble?" Youyuan said, "Please come to my cottage and I will tell you." He hurriedly led him home and told him everything, including why he hadn't returned yet. Yun Sheng was very uneasy. Hearing him say that he would not return home until he found her, he was filled with admiration and sighed repeatedly. He said, "I have not yet seen her talent, but I have already seen her affection. Having seen her affection, I can fully see her talent! Her talent is born from her affection, and her affection is born from her talent. With such affection, yet I was unaware of it, I have failed her affection, and thus failed her talent. I have offended her greatly!" After saying this, he immediately got up. Youyuan said, "It is getting late, where is Master Mei going?" Yunsheng said, "To find her." Youyuan said, "Master Mei must be out of his mind. I don't know which way is east, west, south, or north. Which direction should Master Mei start looking? We must wait until tomorrow." Yunsheng said, "Every moment I delay, I will be guilty. Your nephew is in the east, west, south, or north, so I will also search in the east, west, south, north, and north." Youyuan insisted on keeping him, but Yunsheng insisted on going. Helpless, unable to keep him, I had no choice but to let him go. That very night, I disembarked by boat, thinking, "He will surely be searching for me in the southeast, and I will search for him in the southeast as well."
Upon arriving in Hangzhou, I said to Songfeng, "I've heard that Tianzhu and West Lake are the most popular tourist destinations; I'll go and explore first." So I went to Tianzhu, then to Linpo, to visit Xiaoqing's tomb, and inscribed a poem to mourn him, which I wrote in the nearby Lin Gong Ancestral Hall. It was a poem in response to Xiaoqing's "Tianxianzi": "Green grass covers the tomb of the Xiongnu chieftain; Unable to meet in this life, a debt from a past life. Xiaoqing's infatuation is not the only one; Birds fly swiftly, eagles seize quickly. How many heroes have floated in this world for years? The sentiments of a thousand years are not of one kind; The willows of Zhangtai are hard to describe. Though I pity the shadow, whom do I pity? His name remains, his soul remains; Gushan is not merely a place to bury his skirt."
Mei Xianyun
finished inscribing the poem and searched everywhere, but could not find him immediately, so I will not say more.
Shuisheng, having parted from his companions, also went to Gushan that day. The air was filled with the fragrance of plum blossoms on the hillside, and I was inspired to compose a poem about them. Entering the Lin Gong Ancestral Hall, I read the poems inscribed by previous visitors, some good, some incomprehensible. Near the end, I suddenly came across "Xiao Qing Ci" (a poem by Mei Zaifu), and was filled with admiration. Seeing that it was inscribed by Mei Zaifu, my admiration grew even stronger. I thought, "Such skillful writing, truly divine. Don't blame him for being pretentious. But if he doesn't even look at me, how can I become his sworn brother? Now I can finally be content."
The next day, Shui Sheng indeed brought his plum blossom poem and visited the fake Mei Sheng again. The fake Mei Sheng, upon seeing him, merely offered a perfunctory bow, a far cry from the politeness he displayed upon their first meeting the day before. Shui Sheng became even more attentive, saying, "I just read your poem 'Xiao Qing', and it truly is a masterpiece! I am utterly helpless to compose a single word." Jia Mei Sheng hurriedly thought, "What 'Xiao Qing' poem did Xiao Mei write the other day?" He didn't even know the origin of "Xiao Qing," and hastily replied, "Just a casual piece, no need for such praise." Shui Sheng said, "No need to be so modest. I composed a poem about plum blossoms yesterday, hoping you, Ying Zheng, would compose a matching poem." Jia Mei Sheng took it and looked at it. Seeing the flowing, graceful strokes, his heart skipped a beat. He carefully read the poem, which read: "The plum blossoms, like slanting water, exude a subtle fragrance, already trying on their beautiful makeup in the spring breeze.
Their pride surpasses vulgar glamour, their understated beauty doesn't seek literary embellishment.
Only the moon on the southern branch understands them, confidently defying the midnight frost.
Don't say there's no Lin the Hermit now, for thinking of you makes my heart ache." After reading the poem,
the imposter, Shui Sheng
, realized that while he might not fully understand it, his recitation was fluent and indistinguishable from Yun Sheng's, unlike his own awkward and difficult pronunciation. Shui Sheng then realized that Yun Sheng was also someone of importance, and his initial arrogance vanished, replaced by fawning flattery. He exclaimed, "I never expected you, sir, to possess such great talent! I apologize for my earlier rudeness!" Shui Sheng continued, "I'm just offering this as a starting point; I hope you can offer a matching poem and guidance." The imposter, in a hurry, secretly pondered the poems he had read and was delighted to find a poem about plum blossoms from Xiaoyu Ridge, which also had a matching line. Overjoyed, he replied, "I dislike matching rhymes most of all. A brilliant idea is often hampered by the rhyme scheme. Now, I've matched your poem in terms of meaning but not in terms of rhyme; please forgive me." Shui Sheng said, "I will listen to your advice, brother."
The fake Mei Sheng, feigning smugness, quickly wrote it down, nodded and recited it aloud, then handed it to Shui Sheng. Shui Sheng, after reading the second couplet, exclaimed, "A self-proclaimed hero, his brushstrokes reveal his true colors!" The fake Mei Sheng was quite pleased with himself, but unexpectedly, Yun Sheng, on his way to visit his beloved, suddenly saw the signboard and was surprised, already recognizing Qiu Renqu. When he asked for a matching poem, Yun Sheng was already standing at the door, secretly amused by Renqu's nonsensical ramblings. Because the two were engrossed in their conversation, they didn't see Yun Sheng, nor did Yun Sheng immediately go in to see his matching poem. Only when Shui Sheng began reciting did he realize it was his own work, and he loudly entered, saying, "Mr. Mei, what a fine poem!" Renqu looked up and saw Yun Sheng; in an instant, he felt as if he were drenched in cold sweat, as if struck by lightning, with nowhere to hide. Helpless, he could only bow respectfully and say softly, "It's been a long time since we last met, sir. I've been thinking of you constantly. Please forgive this embarrassing incident." Yun Sheng had met Shui Sheng before. Shui Sheng, seeing Yun Sheng's elegant demeanor and refined appearance, had already formed a clear picture in his mind. He asked, "So you and Brother Mei are acquainted. May I ask your honorable name?" Qiu Renqu, seeing Shui Sheng ask his name, was sweating profusely, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles. His face turned red and then white, then red again. He wished Yun Sheng would suddenly become mute, but he had no way to cover his mouth. Yun Sheng didn't want to embarrass him on the spot, so he thought, "Perhaps I should tell him my name to save face for him." So he said, "My name is Yun Jian, my humble name is E Ying. I've known Brother Mei for a long time." Only then did Qiu Renqu, who was full of ulterior motives, finally relax. Shui Sheng exclaimed in surprise, "Judging from your voice, you must be from Zhongzhou. Could you be the former master of the old servant Chi Xin?" Yun Sheng was also greatly surprised, "Chi Xin is indeed the old servant! May I ask how you knew this, brother? Please tell me, so I can comfort you." Shui Sheng clapped his hands and laughed loudly, "Truly a wonderful thing! I have long admired Brother Mei's great talent. It is already a great fortune that we met after traveling so far. But Brother Yun, you met me by chance today! How wonderful!" He then recounted how he had searched for Mei Sheng all the way to Luoyang, met Chi Xin, and heard what Chi Xin had asked him to say. Yun Sheng carefully examined Shui Sheng and said... "Brother, could you perhaps be Shui Youyuan's nephew, whose stage name is Yiren?" Shui Sheng hurriedly nodded and said, "Indeed, indeed. How did you know of me, Brother Yun? It's truly astonishing." Yun Sheng was overjoyed and said, "Brother Shui's search for Brother Mei was so difficult; my meeting with Brother Shui was so easy, all thanks to Brother Mei's introduction. However, Brother Shui traveled a thousand miles to find Brother Mei, coming directly to my humble county; while my search for Brother Shui, though not requiring much travel, has allowed me to glimpse the mountains, rivers, and people of your county, which is enough to inform you of your campaign in Luoyang." Shui Sheng continued, " My journey to Luoyang was for Mei, not for Yun, but through Mei I met Yun, a truly serendipitous encounter. As for you, brother, who came to my humble county because you admired someone you didn't know, you must be quite puzzled.” Yun Sheng said, “My journey to your county was not because of your admiration for Yun, but precisely because of your admiration for Mei. I met you because of Mei, and through you, I can now meet you! The other day, you only knew of Mei, not me. Who would have thought that you would be here today, and I am here too?” Shui Sheng continued, “I received your excellent poem on the wall at your residence, which I greatly doubted…” "Your handwriting and talent are no different from Brother Mei's. Later, I heard that you changed your surname to avoid disaster, meaning that Brother Mei was Brother Yun. I never expected that Brother Mei would have another Brother Mei, and Brother Yun would have another Brother Yun. The handwriting is no different from Brother Mei's, and the talent is the same. Now I believe that Brother Mei is truly Brother Yun's confidant, and Brother Yun is truly Brother Mei's confidant." Yun Sheng laughed loudly and said, "Generally speaking, as long as I am your younger brother, I am Brother Mei, and as long as I am Brother Mei, I am your younger brother. If it weren't for Brother Mei, I wouldn't know where I am. Even if Brother Shui met Brother Mei, would he really have met Brother Mei? Meeting me today is truly meeting Brother Mei." After saying this, he laughed continuously.

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