During the Jiaqing period of the Qing Dynasty, there was a talented man named Chang Buyun in the ancient Huang Mansion in northern Jiangsu. At first, he had a smooth sailing in the science field, and he was won by Juren at a young age. This year coincided with the year of the examination, the Spring Festival Competition. Chang Buyun, who was poor and white, but regarded himself as a grass mustard on the imperial list, did not hesitate to borrow thousands of taels of silver to go to Beijing for the examination. However, when he entered the examination room, he learned that the reputation of a Chinese enterprising scholar was not solely based on articles, but also on other things.

Chang Buyun, who is famous in the fallen sun mountains, has no face and no silver to return to his hometown, so he can only stay in the capital. "Knock on the door of Fu'er, Mu Chui is fat and horse dust," playing "autumn wind" everywhere to eat, poor and depressed. On a snowy winter night, Chang Buyun, who drank a few sips of cold wine, came out of the restaurant and wandered down the street, his eyes were dark and he passed out in front of a door, unconscious. When Yoyo woke up, he found himself lying in a room where jade beasts were smoking and the heater was fragrant, covered with a thick and soft brocade quilt, and he realized that he had been saved!

Chang Buyun was about to get out of bed when there was a sound outside, and a tall young woman walked in. I saw that this young woman had a tender and fair face, and her eyebrows were beautiful and picturesque, and she shone brightly without applying powder. The hair and clothes did not see the hairpin and hairpin pendant bracelet, and she had a beautiful and moving charm. Chang Buyun was dumbfounded.

When the young woman saw him like this, she smiled shyly. Chang Buyun came back to his senses and thanked him again and again for saving his life, and introduced himself: "Under Chang Buyun, it is a lift that has failed the list..." The young woman shook her jade hand and interrupted him: "You can't introduce us again - we'are both fallen people from the end of the world, why did we meet? '! Others call me Liu Lianfang, and you can call me Liu Lianfang too!" Chang Buyun's heart was warm...

In this way, Chang Buyun met Liu Lianfang. Although Liu Lianfang was very secretive about her background, Chang Buyun quickly found out about her background, because Liu Lianfang was so famous in the capital!

Liu Lianfang was originally a famous prostitute in "Le Chunfang" in the west of Beijing. She played and sang, and her color and art were excellent. Many officials and young people competed to worship under her pomegranate skirt. But although she fell into the dust, she always had good wishes. Later, when she met Guan Zhibai, a famous old painter in the capital, the two fell in love at first sight. Guan Zhibai gave her everything to redeem her life, paid red ceremony and music, married as a continuation string, and accepted as a disciple of the door, teaching Danqing skills day and night. Unfortunately, Liu Lianfang's life was too hard. After only two years of this happy life, Guan Zhibai could not afford to be sick, and pitifully she became a widow of Wangmen again! People thought that she would be unable to bear loneliness and would return to "Le Chunfang" to resume her old business. But the prodigal son of the prodigal son came to the door every day. Liu Lianfang was not only determined not to fall into the brothel again, but also claimed that she would no longer marry, so she opened a painting shop downstairs, selling paintings to spend the day, and actually guarded the festival for Guan Zhibai. For a time, the capital became strange news!

Chang Buyun admires Liu Lianfang's extraordinary integrity, and she has the grace to save her life, so she goes to her painting shop every now and then, wanting to do her a favor. After going back and forth, Chang Buyun found that Liu Lianfang's brushes are smooth and vivid, which is quite good for Guan Zhibai's true biography. Unfortunately, she can't write poems and fill in lyrics, and she is not good at calligraphy. She can't inscribe poems on paintings, and she can't get money. As the saying goes, "poetry, calligraphy and painting" are not separated, so few people care about her paintings, so she can only lose her value. Chang Buyun didn't know it was itchy, and volunteered to sign Liu Lianfang's paintings. Liu Lianfang couldn't help but ask for it. Chang Buyun is full of beautiful poetry, and he has written a good word for iron painting silver hook, which is just the same as Liu Lianfang's painting, which is perfect! In just a few days, Liu Lianfang's paintings have sold more than a dozen!

From then on, Liu Lianfang painted, and Chang Buyun wrote poems and inscriptions. The two cooperated very well, and soon became famous in Jinghua.

It is inevitable that a young man and woman get along with each other for a long time. Chang Buyun's love for Liu Lianfang is growing and getting stronger, but I don't know how Liu Lianfang's heart is - Liu Lianfang is self-sufficient and never frivolous, making people feel that she is as beautiful as a peach and plum, as cold as ice.

One day, Gui San, a disciple of Eight Banners, came to the store. Back then, he had gone to Le Chunfang to chase after Liu Lianfang and buy a smile. Now, as soon as he entered the store, he still smiled and pinched her fragrant shoulders, but Liu Lianfang's face turned cold and his hand fell off. Gui San was annoyed, but his face was calm, and he swung his folding fan in his hand, lit a "Garden Willow Songbird Picture" hanging on the wall, and pretended to be gentle and teased:

"Willow in the garden, willow in the garden, I broke my hands myself back then.

Although Pingting is standing on the shore today, the spring heart is still waiting for the east wind to collect! "

Liu Lianfang was ashamed and angry, and her tears dripped straight. Chang Buyun, who was on the side, was annoyed and stepped forward to shout angrily: "You have to molest the women of a good family!" Gui San folded his fans and smiled contemptuously: "Ho, you came out to fight! What kind of woman from a good family, a prostitute is still a prostitute after a good family, pretending to be serious! Aren't you a poet and writer? I want this painting, you quickly sign the poem for me, I am satisfied with the writing, and the uncle has a reward for silver!" Saying that, he smashed a large ingot of silver on the table. Chang Buyun smiled coldly: "I am afraid that you will not be able to hold this painting!" After saying that, he wrote the pen in his hand, full of thick ink, and wrote a poem on the painting, saying:

I once danced to Zhangtai with a slender waist, allowing you to climb and fold tender branches.

Write it into Danqing from now on, and don't let the east wind shake again!

Gui San saw the poem and smacked his lips. He didn't even take the painting, so he left with a disgraced face. Liu Lianfang grabbed the ingot of silver and threw it at his feet fiercely.

After Gui San left, Liu Lianfang and Chang Buyun stared at each other, gazing - this poem pierced the layer of paper between the two!

Chang Buyun launched an "offensive" against Liu Lianfang. Some scholars in the capital also felt that this was an affair and tried their best to match the two. Liu Lianfang couldn't resist it anymore! Besides, it was really difficult for her to support the painting shop as a woman, and she needed a man by her side…

Good things take a lot of time. Liu Lianfang finally changed his original intention. At the wedding banquet, the house was full of friends, guessing fists and giving orders, which was very lively. Gui San came uninvited, holding a wine glass and holding a strange tone to "bless" the two: "Beauty is easy to get, but it is hard to find a woman! After all, the festival is a festival, and it is difficult to keep - not to mention that it is..." Liu Lianfang's hand trembled, the wine glass fell to the ground and shattered, and the whole hall was silent for a while, but many guests nodded secretly. Chang Buyun's face became particularly ugly.

In the middle of the night, Liu Lianfang knelt down in front of Guan Zhibai's portrait, tears streaming down her face. Chang Buyun looked at Liu Lianfang under the shadow of the candle, only to feel that she was much shorter all of a sudden, and could not help but sigh: After all, I married a prostitute like my wife…

After marriage, you respect me and love me, which makes people envious, but Chang Buyun feels more and more that "it is not easy for the capital to live in the capital" - not to mention that Gui San Chang led some unscrupulous people to the painting shop, even some fingers and pokes of the same year made him feel that it was difficult to straighten his waist. Besides, now that he has enough money to pay off his debts, he can't help but think of returning home. As soon as he said this to Liu Lianfang, Liu Lianfang also nodded in agreement, and asked with a smile, "I don't know where my husband's immortal hometown is?" As soon as he mentioned his hometown, he touched the head of Chang Buyun's words and sighed: "My hometown is in the ancient Huang Mansion of Jiangsu. My real name is Chang Qiong, but when I took the test, I thought it was unlucky - Chang Qiong is always poor! It was changed to Chang Buyun, who originally expected to make steady progress, but today it is still a commoner! Although I am not returning home, I am also accompanied by beautiful women. From now on, when I read and recite poetry at night, it will no longer be a solitary lamp, but a red sleeve to add fragrance... Oh, ma'am, what's wrong with you? "Chang Buyun then noticed that Liu Lianfang suddenly became stunned, tears rolling in her eyes. After a long time, Liu Lianfang came back to her senses:" Husband, after returning home, you, you shouldn't dislike me, right? "" No, no! You gave me my life, I am not the kind of ungrateful person! "Chang Buyun hurriedly said. Liu Lianfang threw herself into Chang Buyun's arms and muttered to herself: "Marry a chicken and follow a chicken, marry a dog and follow a dog. Everything is destined, as long as you have me Liu Lianfang in your heart..." I didn't expect Liu Lianfang, who had always been strong, to appear so weak, which surprised Chang Buyun - Liu Lianfang was not like this at the beginning!

The husband and wife returned home, and after returning to Gu Huang, because they were famous all over the world, the paintings were very popular, especially those salt merchants who traveled to and from the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, wrapped in thousands of dollars and arty, and came in an endless stream to ask for paintings. But Liu Lianfang said nothing and did not want to show up like in the capital, only splashing ink in the room, letting people call and call, never meeting guests, which made the guests who came here feel very inadequate.

The family became increasingly wealthy, and Chang Buyun suddenly became unhappy. He could not bear the ambiguous eyes of salt merchants who asked for paintings and the muttering after leaving the store. Many people couldn't bear the admiration after the painting: "This painting is as beautiful as Xue Tao's great!" Who is Xue Tao? She was a famous prostitute in the Tang Dynasty.

One day, Chang Buyun begged Liu Lianfang for money, saying that he wanted to build a chastity archway. Liu Lianfang was stunned: "For whom to build a chastity archway?" Chang Buyun sighed and said hesitantly: "For... for Lotus Gu!" "Lotus... Lotus Gu?" Liu Lianfang's voice trembled.

"Well, Aunt Lotus is my fiancée, the daughter of Feng Zhong, an old scholar at the mouth of the ancient Yellow Mansion. Although we never knew each other, we were married by two parents very early. My mother gave her a jade pendant with my name engraved on it as a token of marriage when she was fourteen years old. It's a pity that in the year before I became a scholar, the war was chaotic, the family was sealed and fleeing, and I encountered a rout on the way, wanting to humiliate Aunt Lotus. Aunt Lotus threw herself into the Grand Canal without humiliation. Later, after the chaos was settled, the old scholar Feng told me sadly that before she threw herself into the river, she cried out to her father, 'Father, starvation is a small matter, and disrespect is a big matter. You will tell the Chang family in the future that I, Gu He, was born a member of the Chang family, and died a ghost of the Chang family. I did not insult the door style of the Chang family! 'Gu He's words made me feel it in my heart! "

Chang Buyun said, noticing that Liu Lianfang's face had become particularly ugly, he hurriedly explained with a wry smile: "Madam, don't be jealous. I have no other intention in this move. Since we got married these few years, my heart is all on you, you know that. It's just that the style of my Chang family still needs to shake! I informed the prefect about the Lotus Martyrdom Festival, and the prefect thought that this move would improve the morals and happily agreed."

Liu Lianfang finally regained her calm and said softly, "It's hard for you to remember Auntie Lotus." She opened the silver cabinet and let Changbuyun take the silver. Chang Buyun was overjoyed: "Those who know me, Lianfang is also!"

The archway was built quickly, with four pillars and three gates, which were extremely majestic. On the day of its completion, the prefect and local celebrities came to attend the ceremony, Chang Buyun only felt that the years of depression had been swept away, and Feng Zhong, who stood beside him, was even more happy. After the ceremony, Chang Buyun excitedly returned home, but found that the desolation of the home was not quite right, and pushed open the open door, only to see Liu Lianfang hanging from the beam, with an object swaying in front of his chest…

Shocked and sad, Chang Buyun put Liu Lianfang down. Liu Lianfang had long since lost his breath! Look at the object carefully: Ah, this... Isn't that the jade pendant that he used to wear and that his mother gave Lotus Gu later? Look, the two seal characters "Chang Qiong" on it are particularly clear!

Chang Buyun was stunned, silly... He ran to Feng Zhong's house like crazy and found Feng Zhong. He held the jade pendant in one hand and grabbed Feng Zhong's neck tightly with the other: "Didn't you say your daughter died? Why is the jade pendant still there..."

Feng Zhong was almost unable to breathe. When he heard Chang Buyun's words, his tears flowed: "Old, old man lied and fed Tianliang to the dog... But, but there was nothing I could do at that time! I said, I said it all - Gu He asked me to sell it by the Great Canal River, and sold it for fifty taels of silver to the prostitute who entered the capital... I advised Gu He at that time, 'Starvation is a big deal, and lack of good luck is small. The whole family has been out of food for three days, and only you can save the family's life!' Poor Aunt He was forcibly pulled into the big flower boat by the prostitute..."

"What's the prostitute's surname?" "Surname, surname Liu..."

Chang Buyun squatted on the ground, and the jade pendant in his hand fell to pieces…