I am the daughter of a guilty minister. I entered Yunshao Pavilion at the age of sixteen.
Everyone in the world knows that brothel girls serve people with sex, but I became famous in the capital with my song "Ode to the Solitary Wild Goose". They called me "Lady Yan" and asked me for a poem with a large sum of money, just to gain a reputation as an elegant person at the banquet. I circle among the powerful and welcome guests from all directions with a smile, but I always remember in my heart - I am Shen Huaijin's daughter. My bones are hard and so are the words in my pen.
Until the man in a half-worn green shirt appeared.
He never came for the arty. He would sit in the corner and listen to me play the piano. After listening, he would leave and never stay overnight. He said: "I have read your father's collected works."
These five words made me wait for him for three years.
He was demoted to Jiangzhou, and I waited for a letter every month. He was transferred to Lingnan, and I am waiting for a further letter. Zhao Yiqing forced me to bow my head, Yunshao Pavilion was sealed, and his letters were taken away as evidence - but he galloped three thousand miles from Lingnan, stood in front of me, and said, "I'm here to pick you up."
He said he wanted to reverse my father's case, gain a firm foothold in the Hanlin Academy, and marry me through three matchmakers and six betrothals. Everyone said he was crazy - a brothel girl, the daughter of a guilty minister, was she worthy of being the wife of a Hanlin editor?
But he said: "The rules are set by people, and the world is what people say. I don't believe it, and I will never be able to cross this threshold in this life."
From the lonely shadow on the cold pond in the seventh year of Qing'an, to the plum blossoms in the courtyard in the eleventh year of Qing'an. He spent a thousand days and nights to turn "I have seen" into "my wife".
——It's not that you are in love with the world, it seems that you were misled by your destiny.
Concept: The dust can trap her body, but not her poems. She lived another life on paper.