From the collection Continuation of new stories from the burning candlelight
Li Zhen (XIV-XV centuries)
Notes on a lotus flower screen A young official named Ying was sent by water to a place of service. The boatman took care of their goodness, threw In to the river, interrupted the servants, and the widow, Mrs. Wang, conceived to give up for her son.
The young lady, having dropped the alertness of the robber with humility, ran away in a short time and reached the woman's monastery, where she found the shelter.
She was good, and besides, she had a wonderful brush.
Somehow, a casual guest who received a night in the monastery, thankfully donated to the abbot a picturesque scroll with the image of lotus flowers, which he hung on the unpainted curtain. Mrs. Wang immediately recognized her husband's hand. The chief priest asked about the donor, and called some Gu Asu, a boatman.
The widow wrote a scroll poem in memory of her husband. Soon, a casual connoisseur, admiring the scroll and verse, bought it along with the screen and then delivered one important dignitary in the city of Suzhou.
One day a merchant appeared to the dignitary and offered to buy four census scrolls, which he allegedly executed on his own. The sanatorium became interested in an unusual artist-dealer. It turned out that this is Yin, who did not drown in the river, sailed to the coast, where he found shelter from the coastal people. Consumption is obtained by drawing and calligraphy.
Then, Ian looked at the scroll with the lotus and recognized his thing and the arm of his wife. The officer promised to capture the robber, and while Ina settled in his house.
The investigation began, and soon the name of the person who gave the scroll to the monastery was revealed, and the name of the nun, who made the inscription. The officer decided to invite a nun to himself - supposedly to read sutras. His wife asked the guest. Indeed, it turned out to be Ina's wife. The boatman installed the observation, then grabbed it, discovering with him all the good of Ina. Robbers executed, stolen returned to the victim. Ying was happy.
But it was time to return to the service. The sanatorium suggested And well to get married before the highway. He refused - he still loved his wife and hoped for a meeting. The tired host decided to make the guests lush wires. When everyone was gathered, he invited a nun. Ying recognized his wife, and - her husband, they hugged themselves and burst into tears.
Throughout their lives, they stayed together and always thanked the fate and the people who united them after separation.
Night walk in Changani It happened in those years when Peace and peace began to reign in the Middle Kingdom. In the retinue heir, among other things, included two outstanding talents - Prince Tang and Prince Wen. It was customary for them to gather in leisure hours at the banquet table, or even roam around the surrounding area, visiting abandoned temples and monasteries.
One day they decided to visit the grave hills - tombs of the sovereigns of the former dynasties. They were summoned by a local government official, Uma Qi-jen. At half-way, the horse under Qi Zhenen zharlul, and Qi Zhenyu had to lag behind. Having lowered the reins, he trusted the horse. It has darkened noticeably. The area around was deserted. The traveler began to overcome fear. Suddenly, as if the light in the dark was flashing up ahead. Qi Qing Ren came in - a simple hut, the doors in the street, the lamp in the hut is about to go out.
The servant called the hosts. There appeared a young man, and then his wife - an unusual beauty, the gift that in a simple dress, without blush and white. Covered the table. The tomb is not rich, but very elegant. Food and drink are excellent.
When they were done with wine, the hostess confessed to the guest that they were with her husband - the people of the Tang Dynasty and live here about seven hundred years. Rarely does anyone get into their house, and therefore they would like to tell a guest something.
It turned out that in the ancient times they lived in the capital city of Chang'ani. They kept the pancake, though they were both of the same estate. Simply in a turbulent time decided to burry in obscurity. In trouble, a mighty nobleman who lived in the neighborhood, fell in love with the bridegroom, and brought her to the country estate by force. However, he vowed to keep faithfulness to her husband, did not pronounce a word in princely dorms, did not succumb to props, preserving hardness. It lasted for a month. The prince did not know what to do, but the woman just begged to let her go home.
The rumor happened to the city. Mockers argued that the pancake voluntarily gave his wife a prince. It came to the officials who had weather records of the capital's events. Those, having not checked, all have been recorded, and added something from themselves, And different writers tried: they pumped all sorts of nasty things. But in fact only insistent requests of her husband forced the prince to let a woman go home.
The story struck Qi Zhang. He was surprised that such an example of high fidelity passed by the attention of poets and writers. It struck him and how vivid still the unfortunate people suffered an offense inflicted on him. Meanwhile, the insulted husband began to recall those who erected a slander: all of them were small people who had broken their duty and rite. Yes, and the prince himself did not even know about virtue.
The wine was interrogated, the lamp burned out. The hosts presented their works to the guest, laid it on a lodge in the eastern office. Soon dawned, the bell hit the far temple. Qi Geng opened his eyes. Looked over. Around is empty, no buildings. His dress is covered with thick grass and soaked. The horse chews grass slowly.
Returning home, she showed her compositions to her friends. Those were admired - the authentic style of the Tang era! They were ordered to be printed for centuries to be preserved.