Hepu Pearl

The Pearl of Hepu (Complete) Author: Yanshui Sanren
Table of Contents
Chapter 1: Wine Money Given to a Knight at Plum Blossom Pavilion
Chapter 2: Qiuyan Maid Gets Drunk Twice
in the Spring Breeze Chapter 3
: Visiting a Brothel and Vowing to Become Lovers Chapter 4: Trapped in a Net, Classmates
in Dire Need of Help
Chapter 5: A Foolish Head Seeks Romance Chapter 6: A Clever Man Steals a Flower Branch Chapter
7: A Letter of Love for a Talented Man
Chapter 8: Angry a Powerful Official and Losing a Son-in-Law
Chapter 9: A Knight-Errant Eliminates Evil at Lanruo Temple Chapter 10:
A Smile While Writing a Poem on Snow
Chapter 11: Kidnapping a Young Lady
Due to a Divine Scheme Chapter 12: For Deep Affection, a Golden Phoenix Hairpin
is Left Chapter 13: A Wronged Ghost
Appears at Jinshan Temple Chapter 14: The Pearl of Bright Moon is Chosen for the Son-in-Law
Chapter 15: The Old Agreement at Xiaoluofu is Reunited
Chapter 16: Retiring from Office at Chunming Gate
and Retiring from Notes The full title of this book is *Newly Engraved, Criticized, and Illustrated Biography of the Pearl of Hepu*, without a signed author, but titled "Compiled by Yanshui Sanren of Zuili". It begins with a preface. The book is divided into four volumes, totaling sixteen chapters.
According to research, the original author was Yuan Yuling, whose work is now lost. This book is an adaptation by Yanshui Sanren of Yuan's "Hepu Pearl." It was published in the early Qing Dynasty.
This book is based on the early Qing Dynasty edition.
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Preface
I say that all men and women in the world who are in love must be like the beautiful zither playing the zither and the oriole peeping at the temple, sending beautiful verses on colored paper, winning the heart of the gentleman; sending palanquins in writing, repenting in waves. Only then can the poems of Shuyuan and the wine of Qujiang be considered romantic and elegant, leaving a lasting impression. However, the weeping of Cangwu leaves stains on the bamboo; the longing in waking and sleeping is expressed in poems on the riverbank. It must be that their love is so deep that they are spiritually united even when separated by a thousand miles; a hundred hardships cannot thwart their longing despite being separated by foreign lands. By the Peony Pavilion, there is a soul that rises again; before the Jade Mirror Terrace, there is no change of heart. Only after this can it be said that they are truly in love. As for the quiet maiden, she hesitates after receiving a red writing brush; she picks orchids in the Wei River and hesitates after receiving peonies. And if they were to linger on the banks of the reeds, indulging in pleasure on a stormy morning, their behavior would be nothing but the licentiousness of Zheng and Wei, a display of debauchery. Where then would they find the so-called refined scholars of the Golden Gate and the graceful ladies
of the Orchid Chamber? Since my youth, I have been fond of reading about love stories. Every time I sat by the green window, I would wield my brush with elegant prose, using coral as my pillow in my silken bedchamber. I would imagine a lord marrying a beautiful woman in the mulberry fields, or a jade maiden marrying a prince in Runan. I would always find such beauty and charm to replace the beauty of a maiden. Thus, I would burn oil at midnight to select and proofread the poems in my boudoir; and at dawn, I would wield my brush to copy the texts of my embroidered chamber. But now, for several years, I have drifted aimlessly, my fur coat worn out, my tongue still lingering; my dreams of brocade and phoenixes fading, my life reduced to the simple pleasures of Taiyi. And all the romantic and unrestrained thoughts of my youth have vanished!
Suddenly this midsummer, a friend asked me to write a biography of "The Pearl of Hepu." I declined, saying, "The talented scholar and the beautiful woman are both born of the beauty of mountains and rivers, hence their nature is like orchids and their talents are like jade. Their mutual admiration is so intense that their hearts are as inseparable as glue. If I were to use a rambling and withered pen to depict their gentle and quiet affection, it would be like blindly judging beauty and ugliness, and would surely disappoint those who understand." But my friend persisted, so I hastily began writing this work.
The world does not lack beauties who could topple cities and kingdoms, but rather those with both talent and passion. Only those with deep feelings can encounter extraordinary people. To say that there are no extraordinary people or chivalrous figures in this world, like the ancient official with the bushy beard, is a narrow-minded view. Therefore, even among the most beautiful women, there are those with the grace of ice and snow; even in the most exquisite gardens, there are those with the qualities of dragons and phoenixes. A smile at the counter may lead to a lifelong vow, and though separated by vast distances, their souls will meet again. Only then can it be called the ultimate expression of love. Gentlemen of the world should believe that the seeds of romance will never be extinguished, and that tales of elegance will be passed down. Why then examine their differences and delve into their origins?
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One: A Poem Presented to a Knight-Errant at the Plum Blossom Pavilion : Time flies, fame and fortune are of concern. Busy with worldly affairs, orioles sing outside the door, just as spring's river turns green, a free spirit must be free from vulgarity. Forging a bond of friendship, fragrant as orchids and magnolias, in the quiet of the thatched cottage, playing the zither and discussing the past, reciting poems about plum blossoms and bamboo. Amidst the ever-changing world, only a man of noble character can see things differently. Do not laugh at my poverty, for I possess a wealth of literary talent. I imagine her like jade from behind the green curtains, waiting to cherish her in the years to come. In the golden house, poems are painted, and under the window, the river flows beneath the flowers. The poem "Sparse Curtain and Pale Moon" in the right-hand style reads: "A talented scholar should naturally seek a beautiful woman; there's no need to search for sesame seeds in a fairy cave. Please look at the report from Mingzhu; don't say that there are no ancient officials like the one of today. " It is said that a person's life is seven feet long, and although one shouldn't be overly attached to romantic love or lack heroic ambition, as the Jin dynasty saying goes, "Where love resides is precisely in our generation." Therefore, a talented scholar must have a beautiful woman as a partner. Even if one possesses the talent to carve dragons and embroider tigers, but lacks harmony in marriage and cannot find a woman as beautiful as a flower and jade, a kindred spirit to compose poems, then the scholar's affections are unfulfilled, and his reputation as a talented scholar is meaningless. Thus, Sima Xiangru's "Three Variations on Seeking the Phoenix" and Yuan Zhen's "Waiting for the Moon Under the West Chamber" have been celebrated throughout the ages for their refined elegance and charm, never neglecting to discuss their deep romantic feelings. I am unable to gather far-reaching tales, so I have compiled what I have seen and heard, hoping to provide some material for conversation in the world of romance. This beautiful story takes place during the Tianqi era of the Ming Dynasty. There was a man named Qian, whose given name was Lan, courtesy name Jiuwan, the eleventh in his family, originally from Nanjing. His father, a high-ranking official, served in western Zhejiang. Impressed by the beautiful scenery and landscapes of Suzhou, he bought a house on Xumen Inner Street. Lan was five years old when his father passed away. His mother, Lady Wei, was skilled in managing the household and strict in disciplining her children. Lan was naturally intelligent; by the age of ten, he could compose prose, was familiar with the *Li Sao*, and was well-versed in the histories of the Qin and Han dynasties. At seventeen, he achieved the highest rank in the imperial examinations, and even prominent figures praised his poetry and prose, unanimously admiring him. Lan was also confident, believing that achieving the highest rank was easy. His ancestral home in Nanjing belonged to a man named Yihe, Lan's direct cousin, who, through imperial favor, was currently serving as the prefect of Shandong.

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