Pei Siqian's Lewd Poems

Pei Siqian was the most shameless top scholar in Tang Dynasty history. Born into a prestigious family, his uncle was the prime minister.

Growing up, he frequently witnessed people fawning over him and offering gifts. Influenced by this family environment and the natural tendency for children to imitate, he developed a love for flattery. This subtle cultural influence led him to curry favor with Qiu Shiliang, a powerful eunuch close to the emperor.

To achieve the highest rank, Pei Siqian repeatedly sought Qiu Shiliang's help to influence the examiners. After a series of trials and tribulations, he finally became the top scholar.

On the moment he achieved this honor, he danced with joy. The phrase "Riding a swift horse in the spring breeze, seeing all the flowers of Chang'an in a single day" was something he despised. His true masculine nature was on full display: he wanted women to admire him and praise his prowess.

Admittedly, as a scholar, Pei Siqian knew he was looked down upon by the general populace. So, after achieving the highest rank in the imperial examinations, he was overjoyed and longed to ride to a brothel to confide in Zhang Xinyue.

As he wished, on the day the results were announced, he deliberately went to a brothel. Encouraged by the flattery of the women, and especially by Zhang Xinyue, he wrote a lewd poem in front of them—his only surviving work to this day.

Pei Siqian went to the brothels to find his beloved courtesan, Zhang Xinyue. Zhang Xinyue was a famous courtesan in the capital, the top courtesan, known as the "Queen of Courtesans." Many young men in the capital were her regulars, and even some imperial relatives and ministers had ambiguous relationships with her.

Zhang Xinyue was tired of this hypocritical life of selling her body and decided to buy her freedom. The brothel madam, seeing her as a cash cow, wouldn't let her have her way.

So, one midnight, Zhang Xinyue decided to escape. The result was predictable: the guards saw her and reported her to the madam, resulting in her being arrested and beaten, suffering immense physical pain.

Despite this, the madam still didn't want to give up this cash cow. High-ranking officials and nobles flocked to see Zhang Xinyue's beautiful face.

However, they were told that Zhang Xinyue was ill and unable to meet guests, which only fueled the lustful desires of these men of letters. Seeing this business opportunity, the madam decided to auction Zhang Xinyue off.

The so-called "auction" wasn't a real sale; the madam's business plan was shrewd. The highest bidder would get to see Zhang Xinyue, mainly for a chat, but in reality, the outcome depended on the fairness of the price and the bidder's power.

It was a pitch-black night. When Pei Siqian was sixteen, his friend took him to a brothel. His friend deliberately provoked him, insisting that he must see the top courtesan, Zhang Xinyue, at the brothel, describing her in glowing terms, like a goddess descended from heaven, making Pei Siqian drool.

The rest of the story is rather cliché, so I'll get straight to the point, but I'll briefly mention it using a cinematic montage technique.

She had pale skin, almond-shaped eyes, and thick black hair tied up in a bun, revealing her smooth, white neck. A smooth iron ring adorned her forehead, like a dark crown.

Like all Tang Dynasty women, she loved to draw her eyebrows and style her hair, often painting various designs on her face, much like modern women's makeup, and adding sequins and other decorative items—these were called "flower decorations." Zhang Xinyue had a plum blossom shape on the center of her forehead.

She wore a low-cut dress. (The "Tunning" refers to the low-cut dresses of the Tang Dynasty, those with very low necklines that exposed half of the chest, somewhat similar to today's Western evening gowns, but also low-cut.) Her collarbone was exposed, her chest partially revealed, her skin appearing as white and delicate as snow. A casual glance from her eyes was alluring and captivating, like a sharp knife.

She was Zhang Xinyue, the most famous courtesan in the capital, the top courtesan of the Yihong Courtyard.

Where did Zhang Xinyue's story with Pei Siqian begin, and how did she meet him? I no longer know. And how did the story end? The ending is yet to come.

When the story ends, I probably won't know either. In the long river of history, how many literati and courtesans have been swept away by the tides of time? We have no way of knowing. History is always silent, leaving it for us, the later generations, to excavate, to mourn, and to observe.

I only know the middle part of the story, even if it's just a small part I made up, I hope it's the smallest, most talked-about detail in the whole story.

So my story is about Pei Siqian and Zhang Xinyue's meeting and lovemaking.

Zhang Xinyue leaned against the silver bathtub, and Pei Siqian, suppressing his impatient feelings, hurriedly took off his pants. Her soft, sweet voice always seemed to be sending Pei Siqian an invitation.

The fragrance of orchids or musk in this world can't compare to her natural scent, Pei Siqian thought.

Tonight, Pei Siqian's body will also be imbued with the fragrance of osmanthus from the girl. His eagerness was enough to make his crotch jingle.

Naked Pei Siqian slowly approached Zhang Xinyue with each step. With each stride, he lifted his back leg, and his body swayed, his testicles making a delightful sound. What truly aroused him was Zhang Xinyue's deliberate head-shaking and foot-splashing in the bathtub, water droplets cascading onto her smooth, dazzlingly white back, making Pei Siqian's mouth dry. Especially when she got up to grab a towel, the way she twisted her waist to dry her groin exuded a hot, youthful, healthy, and alluring charm, completely captivating Pei Siqian.

Zhang Xinyue, now dressed, stood before Pei Siqian, completely unaware. Suddenly, a sweet, cloying fragrance wafted into Pei Siqian's nostrils, almost making him forget his own name.

Zhang Xinyue chuckled, "Young Master Pei, have you seen enough? Please come this way with me, let me help you bathe and change." She believed her charm was enough to make every man's blood boil and his heart stop.

Pei Siqian, as if possessed, followed Zhang Xinyue in a daze, letting her do as she pleased. From stepping into the bathtub to being wiped, from his back to standing up and Zhang Xinyue stroking his testicles, Pei Siqian finally came to his senses and couldn't help but gasp.

Pei Siqian discovered that his penis was swollen and erect, pointing straight at Zhang Xinyue, making her blush. The blush quickly spread across her entire face.

She wasn't unfamiliar with men's large penises—big, small, long, thick, purplish-black, pink—she was used to them. But Pei Siqian's penis was not only long but also somewhat curved, tilted about thirty degrees to the right from Zhang Xinyue's perspective.

Zhang Xinyue lightly touched Pei Siqian's penis and found it trembling slightly, as if roaring, venting its anger at its current power. That thing was no longer under the control of human reason.

Seeing this, Pei Siqian's heart fluttered, and his audacity suddenly grew. He pulled her close, laughing, "You just made my little brother angry. Now I need you to apologize to him, otherwise he'll be disobedient and make me feel terrible."

Zhang Xinyue remained silent. Pei Siqian took her silence as agreement, pressing her head down so that her luscious red lips made intimate contact with his fiery red penis.

After a long while, Pei Siqian let out a satisfied sigh. Then he began to grope her body. Zhang Xinyue wasn't wearing many clothes to begin with, and having just bathed, her undergarments were thin, vaguely revealing the outline of her breasts.

Within Pei Siqian's reach were smooth, soft areas, especially Zhang Xinyue's belly, which was soft and supple, like floating on a lake, as weak as hitting cotton. He had been with many women, but none of his wives and concubines were like this; no wonder she had caused such a sensation in the capital—she truly possessed a unique charm.

In his excitement, Pei Siqian would naturally reach for Zhang Xinyue's lower body. Zhang Xinyue, who was enjoying the sensation of being touched, let out a soft moan, which abruptly stopped.

Pei Siqian, beaming with excitement, suddenly pressed Zhang Xinyue down, intending to untie her skirt to get a better look. Zhang Xinyue gripped her waist tightly, her breath still ragged, "Young Master Pei, you're too hasty." She pressed her hand against Pei Siqian's forehead as she spoke.

At that moment, Pei Siqian felt as if he'd been frozen in place; his restless, impatient heart began to pound, and his erection throbbed with frustration at not being able to penetrate.

Pei Siqian thought, "We've come this far, why bother with the romance? Besides, my foreplay has already taken over an hour; the actual act is always just a few seconds."

He didn't care about that anymore. He grabbed Zhang Xinyue's hand that was pressing against her waist, reached down and touched her genitals, laughing, "You're all wet, and you're still telling me you're in a hurry. Look who's in a hurry now." He raised his wet, muddy right hand.

Zhang Xinyue, seeing Pei Siqian's four fingers, blushed and felt hot with embarrassment. She slapped Pei Siqian's shoulder with her small fists, saying repeatedly, "You're so annoying! I'm ignoring you!"

Pei Siqian was overjoyed and quickly pulled down her skirt, revealing her plump, round bottom. He couldn't help but lean in and smell it; it smelled wonderfully fragrant, prompting him to kiss it and lick it with his tongue.

Zhang Xinyue listened to the smacking sounds coming from Pei Siqian's mouth and felt her body involuntarily writhing. Even her bottom involuntarily let out a fart as she panted.

At that moment, Pei Siqian, who was focused on enjoying the soft bread, suddenly smelled a strange odor. He didn't suspect anything and instead leaned even closer to smell it, feeling an indescribable joy. It was a rare scent from a woman, a fragrance that surpassed even the most exquisite orchids and musk.

Seeing his actions, Zhang Xinyue went from being embarrassed to actively offering her bottom to Pei Siqian's face.

After a while, Pei Siqian turned her around, spread her legs, and his blood surged, almost causing his nose to bleed. It turned out that her mons pubis was completely hairless, a rare sight indeed. He moved closer, intending to caress this work of art with his hands. As he repeatedly teased Zhang Xinyue's labia, he probed and dug, his middle finger sliding in and out of her vagina, eliciting soft moans from Zhang Xinyue.

Just as Pei Siqian was about to lick and taste it, Zhang Xinyue's abdomen began to spasm in waves. Gleaming a silvery glow in the dim light, it looked utterly lewd, and in an instant, she gushed forth, drenching Pei Siqian's face.

He licked around his mouth with his tongue and smiled at Zhang Xinyue, saying, "The most delicious thing in the world, a rare treat in life, now comes the White Tiger's brew."

Zhang Xinyue blushed and said, "Shameless!"

Stimulated by Zhang Xinyue's soft, Wu-dialect words, Pei Siqian's penis instantly swelled to its limit.

The feigned indifference and coyness were complete; the two began a passionate lovemaking session, drenched in sweat. After inhaling her fragrance, which surpassed even orchids and musk, and then consuming her, Pei Siqian felt himself becoming infatuated with the scent of osmanthus. Thus, in front of everyone, he wrote this erotic poem as a record of their lovemaking. This incident was considered a beautiful story at the time and has been passed down to this day. It's not an exaggeration to say that scholars and writers throughout history have been enamored with eroticism.

No wonder some say: Humanity began with eroticism!

(The End)

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