The morning rain in Weicheng moistens the light dust; the inn is green, the willows fresh. Remember, when you return, fulfill your ambitions. Don't grieve over this parting; a boundless future awaits you, like a roc soaring to the skies. Your rank and fame will rise among the highest ministers, your talent spreading like an eagle's wings. I urge you to drink one more cup of wine: west of Yangguan, you'll have no old friends.
Sumeng River
Author: Daojia
Chapter 1
On a cool autumn night, under a crimson moon, in the Wangqing Pavilion between the cold waves, a few lamps were gently swaying. He was leaning on the couch, with the skirt of his dark gold gauze clothes slightly open. On his delicate white wrist resting on his knees, there were several petals of red lotus painted with rouge. His gently raised orchid fingers held the bamboo cigarette stick, and he took a puff between his red lips, lingering with fragrant silk.
Along the water bank, where the slanting shadows of the rocks are thickly ink, the wind sometimes brings a few fallen leaves that seem to have been cut into pieces. In the leisurely time, a wisp of piano music floats, and a song begins:
The morning rain and dust in Weicheng are light, and the guest house is green and willow is new. It is necessary to remember the importance and return it to the goal. Don't let this farewell upset you. You will have a bright future ahead. There are three carved ospreys for famous positions. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends.
The Wei River in Weicheng is murmuring. For a while, the ancestors came to visit Qi. They held hands and laughed and talked about the old days. They turned around to see the clouds and mountains. They tied up the Yaoqin with their clothes. They folded the willows and left the jade liquid. They were separated in the long pavilion. Outside the curved railing was the Yangguan...
The singing voice is plaintive and cool, light and relaxed, as if crying and complaining. At the end of the song, there seemed to be lingering sounds lingering in the gaps between the trees and the water for a while before they stopped.
A female figure emerged from behind the rocks, wearing moon-white silk satin clothes in the moonlight, and she bowed slightly toward Wangqingting.
"Luhan, Luhan, your song is intoxicating before you arrive. Come..." He stretched out a hand towards her.
The woman came to the pavilion and corridor along the lake, but she was greeted with another greeting: "Luhan is late, please forgive me, Mr. Kunshan."
The woman's voice was as clear and pleasant as a bell, but she was modest and cautious.
"Lu Han, Lu Han, you are always so alienated from me." Kunshan Jun's bright red lips raised a faint smile. He retracted his outstretched hand and gently smoothed the long hair hanging down from his temples.
"Lu Han has prepared several side dishes and tea. I hope Lord Kunshan will not dislike it." As the woman spoke, several maids followed her and brought food boxes, bowls and chopsticks, and carefully laid them out.
"Tonight there is such a bright autumn moon, Lu Han, you should have a few drinks with me. A few days ago I went to the owner of the Chrysanthemum Manor and brought him a jar of good chrysanthemum wine. Do you want to try it too?"
The woman smiled: "Being respectful is worse than obeying orders."
The chrysanthemum wine that had been warmed in the white porcelain wine cup exuded a refreshing fragrance, and when you put it in your mouth, there was a hint of sweetness from the rock sugar. Watching the woman finish the wine in the cup, a thin blush gradually appeared on her face. Kunshan Jun's slender and soft eyes turned to the lake: "Were all the remaining lotuses plucked out so quickly?"
"Yes, my mother asked the gardeners to clean it up a few days after the beginning of autumn."
"It's such a pity. In fact, I always feel that the most beautiful scene in autumn is the one with the lingering lotus on the water."
"Isn't it too bleak..." A faint smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth and she replied in a low voice.
Seeing Mr. Kunshan finish the wine in his glass, and the little girl holding the pot next to him quickly poured wine for him, Mr. Kunshan raised his eyes and asked: "Is she the new girl?"
The little girl still held the pot and said, "Yes, little jade bamboo."
"Lu Han, why does this girl look a bit like you at first glance?" Kunshan Jun said with a smile.
The woman picked up the silver chopsticks, picked up a piece of crystal goose breast for him and put it into the bowl: "She was the one I bought when I went to the Bian'an Temple in Huaweidu to offer incense a few days ago. I thought she looked familiar."
"That's good. You also gave her a new name? What was your original name?"
The little girl listened to the question and answered without any hesitation: "My original name is Si'er."
"The current name is better." Mr. Kunshan drank the wine in his glass while laughing. Every time he comes to Baihezhou, the women treat him like this, respectful and restrained. The so-called refusal to welcome someone has never happened before.
At this time, another girl served sweet-scented osmanthus and yam porridge, and he ate some at will. While he was talking to the woman, several women walked out from among the rocks on the water bank. They were walking in a hurry. When he looked carefully, it was Mama Bai leading her girl. Although She is said to be in her mid-old age, but due to proper maintenance, except for the thicker powder on her cheeks than when she was younger, her figure has not become fatter. Her slender waist is wrapped in a delicate apricot silk shirt and skirt, and she is equally swaying when she walks quickly.
Seeing her coming from the end of the pavilion and corridor, Kunshan Jun's face showed a hint of displeasure.
Mother Bai didn't have time to take a breath, so she confessed to the Lord of Kunshan first, saying that there was something that Young Master Zheng, the Jiedushi Envoy of the Beijing Camp, had brought with him. The Second Prince, General Wei Lie, and other distinguished guests had arrived. He also brought two baskets of crabs and wanted to invite Miss Luhan to taste them. Taste, she has been waiting for an hour, but she did not dare to tell which guest Luhan was accompanying without Kunshan Jun's permission. Mr. Wang had a violent temper and even dropped the tea cup, so she had no choice but to come over and ask Kunshan Jun to show him.
"The eldest son of the Second Grade General Wei Lie... He is a well-known reckless overlord in the capital." Kunshan Jun smiled, and his eyes returned to the wine glass in his hand, which Yu Xiao'er had just filled for him: "Lu Han, Lu Han, if you are willing to stay with me, then let them tell them that I am here. If you don't want to accompany me, then I will leave."
"This... It's up to you, daughter, so I can send them away." Mother Bai had a troubled look on her face and could only urge Lu Han.
"I'd better go see them and save you from unnecessary trouble." The woman did not hesitate.
"In that case, that's fine." Mr. Kunshan just smiled.
"Mom, please go ahead and tell everyone that I will be sorting things out and will be here in a moment."
"Okay." Mother Bai glanced at Kunshan Jun with some fear, then quickly turned around and left.
"I'm really sorry this time. I'll give you a welcome visit another day." The woman lowered her body and bowed slightly as usual.
"Luhan, Luhan, you are always so alienated from me." Kunshan Jun still had a faint smile. He brought the wine glass to his lips and took a sip. He then turned the rim of the glass slightly. Under the shadow of the lamp, the rouge from his mouth was left on the white porcelain, like two blood-colored flower marks.
Lu Han took the wine glass from him and drank the rest of the wine according to his lip marks. She wiped the corners of her mouth with her white silk handkerchief and said, "Please forgive me, Mr. Kunshan. Lu Han has to take leave."
Kunshan Jun nodded: "It's late at night, so wear more clothes."
"Yu Jiao'er, tell Baicheng and the others to prepare a boat and send Lord Kunshan back to Honglian Continent."
"Yes." Yu Jiao'er agreed and put down the wine bottle early to make arrangements.
As the woman left along the pavilion corridor, the clear radiance of the moonlight fell on her moon-white satin back, gradually getting further away.
Two red lanterns depicting big red lotuses were hung on the bow of the ship moored under the arch bridge in the distance, and they headed towards Wangqing Pavilion. The moon shadow in the sky was now facing the water, and the ripples were long and leisurely.
Could it be that Han Yu is a man?
Calm wisdom in the calmness of the clouds and the gentle breeze.
As the red light came closer, the white moonlight slowly bent and broke apart. ----Good writing!
Sumeng River Author: Daojia Chapter 1 On a cool autumn night, under a crimson moon, in the Wangqing Pavilion between the cold waves, a few lamps were gently swaying. He was leaning on the couch, with the skirt of his dark gold gauze clothes slightly open. On his delicate white wrist resting on his knees, there were several petals of red lotus painted with rouge. His gently raised orchid fingers held the bamboo cigarette stick, and he took a puff between his red lips, lingering with fragrant silk. Along the water bank, where the slanting shadows of the rocks are thickly ink, the wind sometimes brings a few fallen leaves that seem to have been cut into pieces. In the leisurely time, a wisp of piano music floats, and a song begins: The morning rain and dust in Weicheng are light, and the guest house is green and willow is new. It is necessary to remember the importance and return it to the goal. Don't let this farewell upset you. You will have a bright future ahead. There are three carved ospreys for famous positions. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends. The Wei River in Weicheng is murmuring. For a while, the ancestors came to visit Qi. They held hands and laughed and talked about the old days. They turned around to see the clouds and mountains. They tied up the Yaoqin with their clothes. They folded the willows and left the jade liquid. They were separated in the long pavilion. Outside the curved railing was the Yangguan... The singing voice is plaintive and cool, light and relaxed, as if crying and complaining. At the end of the song, there seemed to be lingering sounds lingering in the gaps between the trees and the water for a while before they stopped. A female figure emerged from behind the rocks, wearing moon-white silk satin clothes in the moonlight, and she bowed slightly toward Wangqingting. "Luhan, Luhan, your song is intoxicating before you arrive. Come..." He stretched out a hand towards her. The woman came to the pavilion and corridor along the lake, but she was greeted with another greeting: "Luhan is late, please forgive me, Mr. Kunshan." The woman's voice was as clear and pleasant as a bell, but she was modest and cautious. "Lu Han, Lu Han, you are always so alienated from me." Kunshan Jun's bright red lips raised a faint smile. He retracted his outstretched hand and gently smoothed the long hair hanging down from his temples. "Lu Han has prepared several side dishes and tea. I hope Lord Kunshan will not dislike it." As the woman spoke, several maids followed her and brought food boxes, bowls and chopsticks, and carefully laid them out. "Tonight there is such a bright autumn moon, Lu Han, you should have a few drinks with me. A few days ago I went to the owner of the Chrysanthemum Manor and brought him a jar of good chrysanthemum wine. Do you want to try it too?" The woman smiled: "Being respectful is worse than obeying orders." The chrysanthemum wine that had been warmed in the white porcelain wine cup exuded a refreshing fragrance, and when you put it in your mouth, there was a hint of sweetness from the rock sugar. Watching the woman finish the wine in the cup, a thin blush gradually appeared on her face. Kunshan Jun's slender and soft eyes turned to the lake: "Were all the remaining lotuses plucked out so quickly?" "Yes, my mother asked the gardeners to clean it up a few days after the beginning of autumn." "It's such a pity. In fact, I always feel that the most beautiful scene in autumn is the one with the lingering lotus on the water." "Isn't it too bleak..." A faint smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth and she replied in a low voice. Seeing Mr. Kunshan finish the wine in his glass, and the little girl holding the pot next to him quickly poured wine for him, Mr. Kunshan raised his eyes and asked: "Is she the new girl?" The little girl still held the pot and said, "Yes, little jade bamboo." "Lu Han, why does this girl look a bit like you at first glance?" Kunshan Jun said with a smile. The woman picked up the silver chopsticks, picked up a piece of crystal goose breast for him and put it into the bowl: "She was the one I bought when I went to the Bian'an Temple in Huaweidu to offer incense a few days ago. I thought she looked familiar." "That's good. You also gave her a new name? What was your original name?" The little girl listened to the question and answered without any hesitation: "My original name is Si'er." "The current name is better." Mr. Kunshan drank the wine in his glass while laughing. Every time he comes to Baihezhou, the women treat him like this, respectful and restrained. The so-called refusal to welcome someone has never happened before. At this time, another girl served sweet-scented osmanthus and yam porridge, and he ate some at will. While he was talking to the woman, several women walked out from among the rocks on the water bank. They were walking in a hurry. When he looked carefully, it was Mama Bai leading her girl. Although She is said to be in her mid-old age, but due to proper maintenance, except for the thicker powder on her cheeks than when she was younger, her figure has not become fatter. Her slender waist is wrapped in a delicate apricot silk shirt and skirt, and she is equally swaying when she walks quickly. Seeing her coming from the end of the pavilion and corridor, Kunshan Jun's face showed a hint of displeasure. Mother Bai didn't have time to take a breath, so she confessed to the Lord of Kunshan first, saying that there was something that Young Master Zheng, the Jiedushi Envoy of the Beijing Camp, had brought with him. The Second Prince, General Wei Lie, and other distinguished guests had arrived. He also brought two baskets of crabs and wanted to invite Miss Luhan to taste them. Taste, she has been waiting for an hour, but she did not dare to tell which guest Luhan was accompanying without Kunshan Jun's permission. Mr. Wang had a violent temper and even dropped the tea cup, so she had no choice but to come over and ask Kunshan Jun to show him. "The eldest son of the Second Grade General Wei Lie... He is a well-known reckless overlord in the capital." Kunshan Jun smiled, and his eyes returned to the wine glass in his hand, which Yu Xiao'er had just filled for him: "Lu Han, Lu Han, if you are willing to stay with me, then let them tell them that I am here. If you don't want to accompany me, then I will leave." "This... It's up to you, daughter, so I can send them away." Mother Bai had a troubled look on her face and could only urge Lu Han. "I'd better go see them and save you from unnecessary trouble." The woman did not hesitate. "In that case, that's fine." Mr. Kunshan just smiled. "Mom, please go ahead and tell everyone that I will be sorting things out and will be here in a moment." "Okay." Mother Bai glanced at Kunshan Jun with some fear, then quickly turned around and left. "I'm really sorry this time. I'll give you a welcome visit another day." The woman lowered her body and bowed slightly as usual. "Luhan, Luhan, you are always so alienated from me." Kunshan Jun still had a faint smile. He brought the wine glass to his lips and took a sip. He then turned the rim of the glass slightly. Under the shadow of the lamp, the rouge from his mouth was left on the white porcelain, like two blood-colored flower marks. Lu Han took the wine glass from him and drank the rest of the wine according to his lip marks. She wiped the corners of her mouth with her white silk handkerchief and said, "Please forgive me, Mr. Kunshan. Lu Han has to take leave." Kunshan Jun nodded: "It's late at night, so wear more clothes." "Yu Jiao'er, tell Baicheng and the others to prepare a boat and send Lord Kunshan back to Honglian Continent." "Yes." Yu Jiao'er agreed and put down the wine bottle early to make arrangements. As the woman left along the pavilion corridor, the clear radiance of the moonlight fell on her moon-white satin back, gradually getting further away. Two red lanterns depicting big red lotuses were hung on the bow of the ship moored under the arch bridge in the distance, and they headed towards Wangqing Pavilion. The moon shadow in the sky was now facing the water, and the ripples were long and leisurely.
Could it be that Han Yu is a man?
Calm wisdom in the calmness of the clouds and the gentle breeze.
As the red light came closer, the white moonlight slowly bent and broke apart. ----Good writing!