sbdcsierra Chapter 249: Infatuated Love Always Meets Unfaithful People
Chapter 249: Infatuated Love Always Meets Unfaithful People
I will love you forever, until you don't need me anymore...
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The prosperous scenery of Yangzhou is long-lasting, and the ten miles of brilliant splendor are embroidered with brocade.
The flowers in the waterside pavilions and singing towers reflect the moon, and the lights in the long streets sway across the river.
When love is strong, one always hopes to be together, but when fate is shallow, one happens to meet an unfaithful man.
There are many stories in the dreamland, but infatuation always leads to indifference.
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As night falls, the lights in Yangzhou city come on. The ten-mile red building is brightly lit, shining brightly, just like stars falling from the earth, shining brightly.
In the red-light district, pearl curtains sway gracefully, embroidered draperies ripple with emotion, and jade-like buildings shine with golden and green colors.
On both sides of the street, there are crowds of merchants, pedestrians, and restaurants and teahouses.
The sound of stringed instruments and orchestras came from the pavilions, melodious and graceful, as if it could touch the softest strings in the depths of people's hearts, accompanied by bursts of laughter, interweaving into a prosperous nocturne.
On the long riverbank, willow catkins fluttered like snow, and the sparkling water reflected the colorful and bizarre lights, making everything seem like a dream.
Suddenly, fireworks burst into the sky in the distance, piercing the night sky with their brilliant beauty, tearing the sky apart, emitting endless brilliance, and then the fireworks fell, just like star rain falling on the earth.
Surrounded by this prosperous scene, two figures stood quietly under a peach tree on the river bank.
The first one is a down-and-out scholar with a thin figure. Although his blue shirt is a bit ragged, it cannot hide his elegant temperament.
At this moment, his eyes were as bright as stars, and he was gazing tenderly at the woman beside him. His eyes were overflowing with love, as if he could blend everything into them.
The woman being gazed at lovingly by the man was a prostitute. She had a petite figure and her light pink skirt danced in the wind like flowers trembling in spring.
Her head was slightly lowered, her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes moved, revealing her shyness, just like a water lily bud about to bloom, emitting charming charm in the darkness.
Seeing this, the scholar slowly reached out his hand, took the woman's hand, intertwined their fingers, and held them tightly.
The two then looked at each other, smiled knowingly, and then relied on each other tacitly. The woman leaned her head lightly on the scholar's shoulder, and after feeling the warmth coming through her clothes, her heart trembled with shame.
At this moment, the world of the two only has each other, nothing else.
A gentle breeze blew, carrying with it the rich fragrance of peach blossoms. The scholar lowered his head slightly and sniffed the intoxicating scent of the woman's hair with the help of the breeze. Suddenly, a sweet feeling welled up in his heart like a spring.
The woman closed her eyes slightly, listening to the scholar's heartbeat that was getting closer and closer to her, and a sense of peace arose spontaneously.
The two of them snuggled up to each other and quietly admired the dreamy scene before them.
Fireworks are blooming in the night sky, and their brilliant light reflects their smiles filled with happiness, leaving an eternal mark in the starry sky.
After leaning against each other for a long time, the scholar whispered in a voice as soft as a quiet spring: "Ju'er, I wish to be with you, year after year, and never separate."
When the woman heard this, her starry eyes suddenly opened, showing a strong joy, but a hint of sadness flashed in the dark.
"My lord, you should know that I am a lowly prostitute in a brothel. I have been through a lot and have no freedom. I am afraid that I will fail you."
The scholar heard this and held the woman's hand tightly with both hands, and her strength seemed to convey endless firm belief:
"Don't worry, I will work hard to pass the imperial examination and redeem you. When I succeed, I will marry you in a sedan chair with eight bearers, and I will favor you for the rest of your life."
The woman was so moved that she burst into tears when she heard this:
"My love for you is as deep as the sea, and your loyalty is as heavy as a mountain. I am willing to devote my whole life to you and follow you forever."
The man heard this and held up the girl's pretty face with both hands, his eyes deep and fiery: "Ju'er, I swear to the sky under this bright and clear world and under this peach tree.
In this life, I will not marry anyone other than you. If you break this oath, you will be struck by lightning, and be flayed and torn by evil spirits. You will die a miserable death!"
The woman nodded with tears in her eyes, and quickly covered the man's nonsense with her hands. Then, in a voice as soft as a mosquito, she said, "Sir, Ju'er also swears here that in this life, I will never marry you, and I will follow you through life and death, and never leave you."
The two smiled at each other, and slowly embraced each other under the moonlight.
In the distance, fireworks bloomed again, as if cheering and blessing the lovers' vows of love.
Amid the hustle and bustle of Yangzhou's Ten-Li Red Mansion, the story of a down-and-out scholar and a prostitute quietly unfolds.
The scholar was born in a poor family, but he was well-read since childhood and had great ambitions.
By chance, he met the woman in the Red Mansion. At that time, she was singing and dancing gracefully, smiling like a flower, which made the scholar intoxicated.
Although the woman was in the dust, she had a heart that yearned for freedom. She was moved by the scholar's talent and sincerity, and the two gradually fell in love.
Whenever it was late at night and the noise of the Red Mansion gradually faded away, the woman would always light a green lamp in the room and have a long chat with the scholar.
She confided her life story and dreams to the scholar, and he promised that one day he would redeem her from the earthly world and spend the rest of her life with her.
In order to keep this promise, the scholar studied harder.
Five years passed like a flash. He studied hard in the cold classroom and read countless books.
The winter wind was biting cold, and there was only the dim light of an oil lamp in the house, illuminating his focused face.
The summer heat was unbearable, but he never stopped writing, letting his clothes get wet with sweat.
During these five years, the woman has been silently supporting the scholar. She lived frugally and gave all her earnings to him, just so that he could concentrate on his studies.
Whenever a scholar felt discouraged, she would always hold him in her arms and encourage him.
Finally, in the fifth year, the scholar was admitted to the imperial examination with high honors.
When the good news that the scholar had passed the imperial examination reached the brothel, the women were instantly ecstatic. Their faces, which had seemed a little haggard due to five years of hardships, became beautiful and radiant again.
Her eyes and eyebrows were filled with unconcealed joy. All the sisters in the brothel gathered around her, looking at the woman with envy in their eyes.
Then they all praised her for her unique vision and for choosing the right man. All the worries and sarcasm in the past, whether explicit or implicit, now turned into blessings for her.
Hearing these words, the woman burst into tears.
Five years...Five years...
I am afraid only the woman herself knows how much grievance and hardship she has endured during these five years of ups and downs.
But fortunately, all the efforts paid off.
Finally, the day of the year came when the brothel girls collectively redeemed themselves.
She carefully selected her most beautiful dress, a brocade dress embroidered with delicate flowers, accessorized with a warm jade pendant and emerald hairpins. She sat in the room like a bride waiting to be married.
She kept looking towards the door, nervous and expectant. Sisters around her also came over one after another, saying auspicious words, and laughter echoed in the house.
Under the woman's expectant gaze, the scholar arrived as promised.
The scholar at this moment was no longer as miserable as he was before.
He was wearing a gold brocade robe. The auspicious beasts embroidered on the robe looked like living creatures, shining brightly in the sunlight.
She wore a mutton-fat jade belt around her waist, and the pearls hanging from it were warm, transparent, and priceless.
Wearing an exquisite crown and tying up his hair neatly, he looks more majestic.
He came with big strides, each step exuding confidence and dignity. The poverty of the past had long disappeared, replaced by majesty and glory that made people dare not look directly at him.
The moonlight was shining, the lights were on, and a gong was struck, signaling the redemption meeting had officially begun.
The prostitutes walked up to the high platform one after another with lotus steps, each of them with a graceful figure and jingling jewelry.
Seeing that the scholar was in a high position and had great power, everyone nodded and leaned aside, respectfully asking him to make the first decision.
The woman stood on the stage, her eyes fixed on the scholar below the stage. The deep affection in her eyes seemed enough to drown someone.
She slightly parted her red lips, as if she had thousands of words to say.
The familiar customers present all knew about the love affair between the scholar and the woman, so they all looked at the two of them with great anticipation.
Everyone was certain that this would be the beginning of a beautiful story, in which the talented man and beautiful woman would eventually become a couple and create a romantic legend that would be passed down through the generations.
Everyone is waiting for a good story to be told...
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