From the Book of the Later Han: Biography of Liang Hong: "He worked grinding grain for others. Whenever he returned home, his wife prepared food for him. She never raised her eyes in front of Hong, and held the tray level with her brows."
The Meng family had a daughter, sixteen years old, strong as an ox and with no suitors. One day she married the scholar Liang, and their story of the tray held level with the brows became a celebrated tale.
One was a wealthy woman past the usual marrying age, the other a poor but eligible bachelor.
One was strong and robust as an ox, the other a refined scholar, slender as bamboo.
One kept her brilliance hidden while letting her schemes show, the other was handsome and harbored secret designs.
One pressed forward with a steady stream of plans, while the other went along with them, secretly delighted.
Who knew that Miss Meng, nearing thirty, had no suitors? Who knew that Liang Hong, a man of great talent, was in his prime? Yet no one expected these two to wed and become the subject of a celebrated tale.
Really, this is just a love story between a woman past the usual marrying age and an eligible bachelor. It's a miracle that one household could have two scheming black-hearted people.
Meng Lian's troubles:
Her romantic prospects had withered for twenty-eight years. Just when she gave up hoping that love would ever come her way, they quietly blossomed in her twenty-eighth year.
First there was Wang Chu, a refined scholar, but the timing was never right when they met.
Then there was the noble and bewitching young marquis, but he was a priceless treasure, and she couldn't afford to keep him.
Finally, there was the renowned scholar Liang Hong. Well... he's a complicated man. A complicated man.
As for that heavenly beauty, Ma Yuan, things barely got started before she fell from the branch and rotted in the mud. Best not to mention her.
All right, living in seclusion in the mountains with Mr. Liang would be nice, but other people won't leave them alone. First Zhu Zhen came, then a princess, and there's even a middle-aged beauty. She really can't take it anymore.
This story was inspired by the tale of the tray held level with the brows, but much of it is made up, so I hope the sticklers for historical accuracy will go easy on me. The poems in the story are all taken from works such as the Book of Odes.
A cute little picture made by the lovely girl Xiaoke'ai.
The first book in the Wushuang series, Wushuang, is complete. Feel free to check it out if you're interested.
The second book in the Wushuang series, Prosperous Wushuang, has started. Feel free to check it out if you like.
Notice: I've been informed by my editor that this story will soon be available as a paid serial. Sorry for any inconvenience, and thank you to everyone who has supported me and continues to do so.
P.S. I'm away from home. I'll resume updates in a few days when I get back.
Such a good article has stopped updating. Did the author give birth to a child? Even if you give birth to a child, it should be over. .
The pit is deep
Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. .
So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky. .
Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze. .
So they said legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends are floating in every corner. .
"Are you new here?" Someone asked me. .
"Yes!".
"You looked good climbing down.
I think she is praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled.
"Climb out together and take a breath? ". She invited me like this
"No, thank you! "I'm tired from climbing and want to rest at the bottom of this pit.
There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again. .
"Hello! ".
"Hello! ".
"Is it comfortable to squat? ".
"My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later! ".
"Lie down! ".
"Are you going out too? ".
"Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit
You see, people can never give up hope. .
So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole. .
Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes are infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word. .
I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with my head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminating against them that you can hardly imagine how much fun they have in living.
Maybe one day you will meet me squatting at the bottom of a pit. I look up to the sky and cry in the wind.
Maybe one day you will meet me crawling around, with long hair and fallen nails. Climbing towards you step by step, passing my hand through your black hair, passing through your network cable and my resentment, do you know who I am?
Please reprint [Well, this is transferred from the hands of a certain rape flower TX, please feel free to reprint it, and it is dedicated to every author who opens a hole but does not fill it]
Why was my Ah Lian abandoned by her mother? Yaoda, the crack in the wall is calling you to return.
Ah Jiu. . . . . .
It's been a while since I stopped reading. When will it be updated? It's rare to find a good article.
This Lady Zhuo is quite insidious. Wasn't she just practicing the plot in the script she gave to Ma Jiao, thus framing Xiao Lian? She wished that Xiao Lian would fall for it soon. The author won't let her conspiracy succeed, right?
No, Xiao Meng is too deceptive. Don't let it lead to any misunderstanding. Oh dear, don't be too cruel~~
Haha, it's a very interesting story, please keep writing it~
That Mrs. Zhuo is really scheming, but how can the two ladies of the Meng family be fuel-efficient lamps? But just a few women playing scheming would not be lively enough, and it would be unjustifiable if the male protagonists and supporting actors didn't show up. If only one person is maintaining marriage and love, I think it is a dangerous thing, right? Is it worth fighting for the side that doesn't talk or do anything?
Am I the sofa again? That damn widow is really annoying. Maybe her husband was so angry with her that he was so hateful that he abused her! ~
Such a good article has stopped updating. Did the author give birth to a child? Even if you give birth to a child, it should be over. .
The pit is deep Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. . So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky. . Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze. . So they said legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends are floating in every corner. . "Are you new here?" Someone asked me. . "Yes!". "You looked good climbing down. I think she is praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled. "Climb out together and take a breath? ". She invited me like this "No, thank you! "I'm tired from climbing and want to rest at the bottom of this pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again. . "Hello! ". "Hello! ". "Is it comfortable to squat? ". "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later! ". "Lie down! ". "Are you going out too? ". "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit You see, people can never give up hope. . So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole. . Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes are infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word. . I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with my head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminating against them that you can hardly imagine how much fun they have in living. Maybe one day you will meet me squatting at the bottom of a pit. I look up to the sky and cry in the wind. Maybe one day you will meet me crawling around, with long hair and fallen nails. Climbing towards you step by step, passing my hand through your black hair, passing through your network cable and my resentment, do you know who I am? Please reprint [Well, this is transferred from the hands of a certain rape flower TX, please feel free to reprint it, and it is dedicated to every author who opens a hole but does not fill it]
Why was my Ah Lian abandoned by her mother? Yaoda, the crack in the wall is calling you to return.
Ah Jiu. . . . . .
It's been a while since I stopped reading. When will it be updated? It's rare to find a good article.
This Lady Zhuo is quite insidious. Wasn't she just practicing the plot in the script she gave to Ma Jiao, thus framing Xiao Lian? She wished that Xiao Lian would fall for it soon. The author won't let her conspiracy succeed, right?
No, Xiao Meng is too deceptive. Don't let it lead to any misunderstanding. Oh dear, don't be too cruel~~
Haha, it's a very interesting story, please keep writing it~
That Mrs. Zhuo is really scheming, but how can the two ladies of the Meng family be fuel-efficient lamps? But just a few women playing scheming would not be lively enough, and it would be unjustifiable if the male protagonists and supporting actors didn't show up. If only one person is maintaining marriage and love, I think it is a dangerous thing, right? Is it worth fighting for the side that doesn't talk or do anything?
Am I the sofa again? That damn widow is really annoying. Maybe her husband was so angry with her that he was so hateful that he abused her! ~