Next to the west cold bridge; The other was buried with Feng Xiaoqing, a disgruntled woman in the early Ming Dynasty who died under the plum tree at the foot of the lonely mountain. Both are green.
The grass solitary grave adds a bit of sadness to the West Lake, and people who come here to pay homage will inevitably think of two thin ones
The sad story of a beautiful woman.
Feng Xiaoqing was originally an aristocratic woman in Guangling (now Yangzhou). His ancestors followed Zhu Yuanzhang's southern expedition and northern expedition, which laid the foundation for Daming.
Jiangshan has made great contributions. After the Ming dynasty made Nanjing its capital, the Feng family enjoyed a high official position and a high official position, and his father was now sealed as.
Guangling satrap. Feng Xiaoqing's childhood was spent in the Taishoufu of Guangling. On that day, he was luxurious and called for servants and slaves.
Feng Xiaoqing was born beautiful, elegant and intelligent, and won the favor of his parents. Feng Xiaoqing's mother is also a good family.
Body, good at prose, fiddling with the strings, only a baby daughter like Feng Xiaoqing, naturally has many eyeballs.
Heavy. I have nurtured her carefully since I was a child, hoping that she will grow into a girl with outstanding talents and looks. When Feng Xiaoqing was ten years old, he was a satrap.
An old beggar came to the mansion, dressed in spotless grey cloth robes, and had a good eye. She saw Feng Xiaoqing Cong.
Ming is very cute, so she will be called to her side. Feng Xiaoqing thought the old man was amiable, so he stood in front of her with great pleasure.
The old man caressed Feng Xiaoqing's head and said slowly, "Miss has a beautiful face and extraordinary bearing. Let me teach you an article. Look at that.
Do you like it? "Feng Xiaoqing curious, listen to her teach yourself, nodded with interest, watching intently.
Look up at old ni. Old ni cleared his throat, closed his eyes and hands, and read a long Buddhist sutra. After reading it, old ni opened his eyes.
Looking at Feng Xiaoqing, Feng Xiaoqing knew that he was testing himself, and immediately closed his eyes, repeating the Buddhist sutras of Lao Ninian just now.
The result is word for word.
Old ni's face showed surprise, then he shook his head, read "Amitabha" and turned to Feng Xiaoqing's mother.
Solemnly said: "this woman is wise and poor, and she is willing to beg for a disciple; If you can't bear to give up, don't let her read and write, maybe.
Thirty years to celebrate! It means that if you don't have the heart to make Feng Xiaoqing a monk and teach her to read and write, it's thirty.
I won't live to be 18 years old.
Feng's mother was surprised to hear this, but after all, she is a person who has seen some of the world. She thinks that on her own terms, Feng Xiaoqing doesn't.
How to live comfortably? Old ni concluded that Xiaoqing's life was thin, and he must be mystifying. How could he be convinced!
After seeing off the old nun, Feng's mother still trained her daughter as usual, and didn't see anything unusual for the time being.
Unexpectedly, there are unexpected events in the sky, and people are doomed. In the fourth year of wenjian, Judy, the prince of Yan, was built in the name of "Jingnan"
Emperor Wen's throne. When Judy marched into Nanking, Feng Xiaoqing's father, as the minister of Jianwen Emperor, led troops to resolutely stop him. Dangzhu Di
After winning the world, the Feng family naturally became a ghost under his sword, exterminating the family. Feng Xiaoqing, then 30, was just a distant relative.
Mrs. Yang, a relative, went out, but survived. In a panic, she fled to Hangzhou with Mrs. Yang.
In Hangzhou, Feng Xiaoqing has no friends, so he can only stay at the home of Feng Fu, a family member who once had contact with him.
Outside at home. Mr. Feng is a rich man in silk business, and his family business is very big. See Feng Xiaoqing is lonely and delicate and touching, he just.
Took her in.
After living in Feng's home, I didn't have to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation, but I changed from the daughter of the prefect to an orphan girl under the sponsor overnight.
Feng Xiaoqing has been immersed in grief and melancholy. In a blink of an eye, the Lantern Festival arrived, and Mr. Feng's home was decorated with colorful lights, which was very lively.
Mrs. Yang, who had brought Hangzhou, came to Feng's house to visit relatives and saw Xiaoqing sitting alone.
In the house, I dragged her out to see the light. Feng's son, a Confucian businessman, is good at pen and ink, Lantern Festival.
Show your skills, do many riddles and hang them on the lights. When Feng Xiaoqing came out, most of the riddles had been guessed. When she looked closer,
Attracted by the mystery of riddles:
It is said that Yushan' s hometown, everyone cries and calls it Tianya;
Beauty is accompanied by the rain in the middle of the night, constantly caring and falling flowers.
Feng Xiaoqing guessed the riddle at once, but what attracted her more was the riddle of this quatrain.
As if it were a portrayal of her mood at this time, she couldn't help standing there in a daze.
The strange expression was seen by Mr. Feng's riddle solver, and he couldn't help feeling pity. He knows.
There lived a murdered lady in the Tao family. Someone told me how talented and beautiful she is, but she is married and afraid to follow.
Pay a visit Seeing Feng Xiaoqing today, he immediately guessed her identity.
Feng Tong approached Xiaoqing and asked softly, "Did Miss guess this riddle?" Feng Xiaoqing suddenly woke up with a start and rolled over.
At first glance, he is an elegant young gentleman. He couldn't help blushing and replied in a low voice, "Can it be a red candle?" surname
Tong smiled and nodded and praised: "The girl is so smart." Feng Xiaoqing walked away embarrassedly.
A few days later, a Chun Xue appeared in Hangzhou. Snowflakes are falling and silver is everywhere. There are some trees outside Feng Xiaoqing's house.
Bai Mei, at this moment, plum blossoms are in full bloom in the snow, and the fragrance overflows the courtyard. Feng Xiaoqing likes plum blossoms since childhood, especially Bai Mei. exist
In Guangling's former residence, there was a big plum tree in front of her boudoir. Whenever plum blossoms smell, she always likes to linger and enjoy them.
Elegant rhyme. When she landed in a foreign land and saw the familiar plum blossom snow, her dull mood flashed a clear sky. So I went to find it.
A porcelain basin walked out of the room and went to the plum tree in the yard. It carefully collected crystal snowflakes from plum petals and got ready.
Used to burn Xuemei tea. This is also an interesting thing she used to do.
Just then, Feng Tong, who loves elegance, walked into the yard. He came specially to see plum blossoms. Here come two people who love beauty.
I didn't seem surprised to meet unexpectedly under the plum tree in the snow, but I just smiled knowingly. So Feng Tong began to help.
Xiao Qing brushed Xue Mei together, and at the same time told the anecdotes of plum blossom and Yongmei's poems in bits and pieces. Before you know it, just
Received a basin full of plum blossom snow. Feng Xiaoqing shyly invited Feng Tong into the house to cook and taste Xuemei tea in Feng Tongxin.
However, I was ordered. The two spent a pleasant afternoon together, burning snow, drinking tea and talking about poetry, and their feelings were just right.
After that conversation, Feng Tong couldn't help looking for opportunities to get close to Xiaoqing. Xiaoqing thinks Feng Tong is polite.
She is kind and warm-hearted, so she is also very happy to meet Feng Tong. Therefore, Feng Tong asked his wife Cui Shi not to attend the meeting for three days.
Xiaoqing, Xiaoqing's hut is full of vitality from now on. Finally, the relationship between the two people developed to the point of full swing, each other.
I can't bear to meet secretly again and leave each other every day. When spring came, Feng asked his father to take a concubine. Feng Yuanyuan
Ben has a crush on the clever and lovely Xiaoqing, and Feng Tong's original wife Cui Shi has been childless for three years, so it's cool.
Feng Tong's marriage to marry Xiaoqing as his concubine should be done quickly. Cui Shi though not, but since he nodded, she
I can't help it I just gnash my teeth in the dark and hate it.
Xiaoqing and Feng Tong have deep feelings, and they spend more and more time with each other. The daughter of a prominent family in Feng Xiaoqing,
It's a bit unfair to marry a businessman as a concubine. Feng Tong is very kind to her. She is very satisfied and full of love.
Because the disaster has passed, it is wonderful to come. I recaptured a happy life by the beautiful Xizi Lake.
Unexpectedly, the good times did not last long. Just after the honeymoon, Feng Tong's original wife, Cui Shi, made a fortune, putting her housewife down.
Yes First, Feng Tong's behavior was strictly restricted, and then he was picky about life in Feng Xiaoqing. Xiaoqing has a light taste, doesn't she?
Accustomed to Feng's greasy diet, Feng usually asks the chef to cook some side dishes that meet Xiaoqing's taste. On this day, Cook
Cui Shi saw the dishes cooked separately for Xiaoqing and deliberately reprimanded the cook: "The Feng family has big fish and big meat. Who told you to cook them?"
Are these dishes without oily smell trying to embarrass the Feng family? Never burn again! "Say that finish, hard to pour two dishes.
Into the sewage pool.
Being bound by Cui Shi, Feng Tong seldom had the opportunity to come to Feng Xiaoqing's house to accompany her. Xiaoqing fell into loneliness again, because
With that short happy time, the loneliness now becomes even more unbearable. Sitting in the room, Xiaoqing had to borrow poems to relieve her worries.
Love. On this day, her heart is very generous, and she wrote two such quatrains:
First of all:
Hanging curtains only worries about the good scenery, rolling curtains is afraid of the wind;
It's hard to hang the curtain, who knows if you are in love!
Second:
The snow pavilion clouds don't flow, and the old clouds are new clouds;
Come and pop the pen out of the window. Lan Song Xiuchu is my building.
The poem reveals the helplessness of her situation and also implies Cui Shi's oppression. After writing the poem, spread it on the table, and then
I fell asleep somehow. At this time, Cui Shi happened to pass by. Seeing the silence in the room, he slipped in with malicious intent.
When I was snooping, I accidentally found a poem with wet ink on the table. Cui Shi's familiarity with pen and ink actually made him understand the meaning of those two poems.
Knowing that he was alluding to himself, Yi Ming was furious and quarreled.
Cui Shi's cry alarmed many people in the Feng family. Cui Shi saw that both Mr. Feng and Mr. Feng heard the sound, so he took advantage of it.
After venting, she burst into tears: "A man as big as me can't manage this family. Some people don't like me. "
Just say, why do you want to slander me in the poem and spread it to let everyone know that the Feng family has no rules ... "
As he spoke, he pounded his head and feet, as if he had been greatly wronged.
Cui Shi will never let go after he catches the handle. Unless he forces Feng Tong to send Xiaoqing out of the house, he will die.
Looking for a job. Due to the ferocity of Cui Shi, and her family is a family friend of the Feng family and a wealthy businessman in Hangzhou, it is inconvenient to say more.
Sin, so we have to send Xiaoqing to a villa where Feng lives in Gushan.
The lonely mountain is located on the West Lake, with beautiful and quiet scenery. There is only one old servant around Feng Xiaoqing, facing the West Lake.
Morning glow and sunset glow, lush flowers and trees, Feng Xiaoqing is not interested at all. But the silence of Lonely Mountain Villa suits her mood quite well.
Can be integrated.
Feng Xiaoqing's residence is near the secluded place of Lin Hejing, Chu Shi in Song Dynasty. Although things have changed, it still stays here.
A large piece of ancient merlin. Although the plum blossom has blossomed, it can still arouse Xiaoqing's boundless reverie. Facing the plum tree that has seen all the sadness in the world,
She couldn't help sighing about her miserable life. Tears turned into a string of sad poems.
First of all:
The spring shirt shed blood and tears and blew into Lin Bu Chu Shi's house;
There are 300 plum trees on the ridge, and the azaleas are in a hurry.
Second:
I can't hear the cold rain window, so I look at the peony pavilion with the lights on;
Others are as crazy as me, and Xiaoqing is the only one who is sad.
Third:
The heart of the country is not afraid of the height of two peaks. Last night, I fell asleep.
It is said that Zhejiang tide has a letter, and Zhejiang tide is like Guangling tide.
Sad Xiaoqing only used poetry to express her feelings, and the plum blossoms were all gone, only the rhododendrons all over the mountain were replaced. The cuckoo drops blood like Xiaoqing's heart.
Here, she misses her dead parents and the carefree good times of her youth; At the same time, she is also eager.
Looking forward to the arrival of her beloved husband, he said that he would often come to see her, but it has been more than a month and has not been seen.
Is to forget her? Or subject to Cui Shi?
One afternoon in late spring, bonuses fell in succession, and Xiaoqing, who was taking a nap, was awakened by a quick light voice. She opened her eyes and saw it.
It is her husband Feng Tong who misses her day and night. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Feng Tong has entered the room at this moment, see points.
Don't be Xiaoqing in January, she is so thin and hugs her lovingly. Just as we were about to say goodbye, the old maid outside left a message.
Come in: "The eldest wife has sent someone, please go home quickly!" " The words here only come to my lips, from Cui Shifa
Our confidants and family members all entered the yard, and a mandarin duck dream was broken up before it started.
At that moment, Xiaoqing always thought it was a dream, and she really wanted that dream to go back to sleep. But another month passed.
Go, good dreams will never come again. Xiaoqing gradually stopped thinking about tea and rice, and people became sick and weak. She was leaning on the hospital bed, with a pipa in her hand.
Playing and singing the self-edited Fairy over and over again;
Yue Xi married Zhao Jun plug, Xiaoqing continued romantic debt; I also lost a while, got off the steam turbine, and got off the boat quickly, just zero zero.
Cool world.
Originally, it was not a school of mandarin ducks, so don't count it as lovesickness; Self-reflection, self-explanation, self-discussion, the heart can be there, the soul can be there, and the shirt can be held.
Double nepotism
One day, Xiaoqing, who had been ill and unhappy, suddenly felt a little refreshed. She said to the old maid, "stand up!" "
I want to ask a talented painter to take a photo for me, no matter how much it costs! "After the painter invited, Feng Xiaoqing carefully painted makeup.
Put on your best clothes, sit under the plum blossom tree and let the painter paint for himself. The painter painted carefully for two days and finally drew it.
Xiaoqing leaned against Mito and took the photo and looked at it for a while. He turned to the painter and said, "I drew my shape, but I didn't."
Oh, my god "
The painter is a very serious person, and then he starts painting again. This time, Xiaoqing tried to smile at herself.
Face the painter naturally. It took another two days to draw a vivid portrait. Feng Xiaoqing stared at the picture for a long time.
Still shaking his head and sighing: "Look natural, the wind does not flow! Maybe it's because I'm too reserved. "
Therefore, the painter asked Feng Xiaoqing for the third time not to sit up, to talk and laugh, to lie down and to be happy.
Don't do this on purpose. Feng Xiaoqing understood what the painter meant, so he stopped posing seriously. But as usual,
Live and act as usual, or talk and laugh with an old maid; Or fan flowers to make tea; Or tease parrots; Or read poetry books; Or walk among plum trees.
Between. The painter caught her charm in her every move and smile, spent three days observing, and then spent
One day, color painting. In this picture, Xiaoqing is still standing against the plum tree. Vivid, almost shouting
I want to come out.
Feng Xiaoqing rewarded the painter, and then had the portrait pasted and hung by his bed, staring blankly every day.
The self in the painting seems to be communicating with her heart to heart. Be with your portrait every day. That cupid really cares about shadows.
Self-pity and inseparable, she wrote a poem about this day:
The new makeup is actually competing with painting. Where is Zhaoyang?
The thin shadow shines from the spring. You must have pity on me.
Xiaoqing in the portrait is still bright, but Xiaoqing in life is getting weaker and weaker. Farewell, my husband, portrait
How can you solve the sadness in her heart? In this desperate life, she had to pray for happiness in the afterlife:
Before kowtowing to Master Ciyun, Mo was born in the west, and Mo was born first.
I would like to be a drop of poplar water and sprinkle it on the earth to become a lotus flower.
Now, Feng Xiaoqing's hope has been exhausted, and she can't fight for this kind of life, so she must let go quickly in order to realize it as soon as possible.
Be the "ice lotus" in the afterlife. During her illness, Feng Xiaoqing refused to take medicine because she wanted to refuse the pain of this life.
Xiaoqiu has come, and everything has faded. Early this morning, Xiaoqing, who was extremely weak, took a "suicide note" to take care of the elderly.
The maid gave it to her only relative, Mrs. Yang. And wrapped a few volumes of her own poems, so that the old girl could find a chance to give them to Feng Jiada.
Young master. After everything was explained, she tried her best to cheer up, bathe in incense, and made two obeisances to her paintings. She had no choice.
Cried loudly, cried less and less, and finally died. This year, she is less than eighteen, and she should be the old one.
Prediction, is this fate or man-made?
Feng Tong heard the news of Xiaoqing's death and rushed to the villa in despair, holding Xiaoqing's body and screaming.
Shouting: "I'm sorry! Sorry! " When cleaning up the relics, Feng Tong found three portraits of Xiaoqing before her death, together with the old servant.
The poem that his wife gave him was taken home and treasured like a treasure. Unexpectedly, a few days later, poems and portraits were splashed.
Cui Shi found that they were all thrown into the fire. Feng Tong tried to save him, but only took some scattered poems.
Entrusted by Mrs. Yang, she collected poems from various places and published them. The name of this book is.
Burn the manuscript. trait