Feng Xiaoqing was originally an aristocratic woman in Guangling (now Yangzhou). His ancestors followed Zhu Yuanzhang's southern expedition to the North, which laid a solid foundation for Daming Mountain and made great contributions. After Nanjing in the Ming Dynasty, the Feng family enjoyed a high official title, and his father was appointed as the magistrate of Guangling. 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 an educated family. She is good at writing, playing the piano and playing strings. Only Feng Xiaoqing, the precious daughter, is naturally more important than eyeballs. 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, an old beggar came to the Taishou House. The old man is dressed in spotless grey cloth robes and has a good eye. When she saw that Feng Xiaoqing was smart and cute, she called her 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 is full of wisdom and extraordinary fate. I'll teach you an article to see if you like it? " Feng Xiaoqing is very curious. After listening to the article she taught her, she nodded with interest and looked up at old ni intently. Old ni cleared his throat, closed his eyes and hands, and read a long Buddhist sutra. Old ni after watching, opened his eyes and looked at Feng Xiaoqing. Feng Xiaoqing knew he was testing himself. He immediately closed his eyes and repeated the Buddhist scriptures that Lao Ni had just read. The result is word for word.
Old ni's face showed surprise, then shook his head, read "Amitabha", turned to Feng Xiaoqing's mother, and solemnly said, "This woman is poor in wisdom and willing to ask her disciples; If you can't bear to give up, don't let her read and write, maybe there are still 30 years! " It means that if you can't stand making Feng Xiaoqing a monk and teaching her to read and write, you won't even live to be thirty.
Mother Feng was surprised, but after all, she has seen some people around the world and thinks she can live comfortably on her own. Old ni concluded that Xiaoqing's life was thin, and he must be mystifying. How could he be convinced! After seeing off old ni's charity, Feng's mother settled 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, won the throne of Jianwen Emperor in the name of "Jingnan". When Judy marched into Nanking, Feng Xiaoqing's father, as the minister of Jianwen Emperor, led troops to resolutely stop him. When he took over the world, the Feng family naturally became the ghost of his sword, and the whole family was killed. The 30-year-old just went out with a distant relative, Mrs. Yang, but survived. In a panic, she fled to Hangzhou with Mrs. Yang.
In Hangzhou, he has no friends, so he can only live in a relative's house of Feng, who once had contact with Feng's father. Mr. Feng is a rich man in silk business, and his family business is very big. Seeing that Feng Xiaoqing was lonely and miserable, he took her in.
Living in Feng's family, I have no worries about food, clothing, housing and transportation, but I have been immersed in grief and depression from the daughter of the satrap to the orphan girl who is dependent on others overnight. 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 went to visit relatives in Feng's family, who once brought Hangzhou, saw Xiaoqing sitting alone in the house and dragged her out to see the lamp. Feng gentleman, Confucian businessman, good at writing and ink. During the Lantern Festival, he made many riddles and hung them on lanterns. When Feng Xiaoqing came out, most riddles had been guessed. When she came closer, she was attracted by this riddle:
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.
The mystery was immediately guessed by Feng Xiaoqing, but what attracted her more was the mystery of this quatrain, as if it were a portrayal of her mood at this time, and she stood there in a daze.
Feng Xiaoqing's strange expression was seen by the riddle-guessing Mr. Feng Lao, and he felt pity. He knew that there was a dead lady in his family, and others said that he was talented and beautiful, but he was married and dared not visit at will. Seeing Feng Xiaoqing today, he immediately guessed her identity.
Feng Tong approached Xiaoqing and asked softly, "Did Miss guess this riddle?" Feng Xiaoqing woke up with a start, turned around and saw that he was an elegant young gentleman. He couldn't help blushing and replied in a low voice, "Can it be a red candle?" Feng Tong nodded with a smile and praised: "Miss is really savvy." 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 white plum trees outside Feng Xiaoqing's house. 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. In Guangling's former residence, there was a big plum tree in front of her boudoir. Whenever plum blossoms are fragrant, she always likes to linger and enjoy the elegance. When she landed in a foreign land and saw the familiar plum blossom snow, her dull mood flashed a clear sky. So I found a porcelain basin and went out of the room to the plum tree in the yard. I carefully collected crystal snowflakes from plum petals and prepared them for burning 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. Two plum lovers met unexpectedly under the snowy plum tree, and neither of them was surprised, but only smiled knowingly at each other. So, Feng Tong began to help Xiaoqing to eliminate pornography and Xue Mei, and at the same time, she told interesting stories about plum blossoms and sang poems about plum blossoms. I unconsciously received a pot full of plum blossom snow. Feng Xiaoqing slightly shyly invited Feng Tong into the house to cook and taste Xuemei tea, and Feng Tong became active happily. 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 felt that Feng Tong was polite, polite and warm-hearted, so she was very happy to meet her. In this way, Feng Tong came to Xiaoqing for three days without telling his wife Cui Shi, and Xiaoqing's cabin was full of vitality. Finally, the relationship between the two people developed to the point of full swing, and they couldn't bear to meet secretly day after day, and they couldn't bear to leave each other day after day. When spring came, Feng asked his father to take a concubine. Mr. Feng is fond of the clever and lovely Xiaoqing. In addition, Feng Tong's original wife, Cui Shi, has never given birth after three years of marriage, so he should happily fill in Feng Tong's marriage of marrying Xiaoqing as his concubine. Although Cui Shi disagreed, since he nodded, she was helpless and could only gnash her teeth in the dark.
Xiaoqing and Feng Tong have deep feelings, and they spend more and more time with each other. Feng Xiaoqing, the daughter of a noble family, married a merchant family as a concubine, which is somewhat unfair. Feng Tong was so kind to her that she was very satisfied. She thought that the disaster was over and she was very grateful. 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. First, Feng Tong's behavior was strictly restricted, and then he was picky about life in Feng Xiaoqing. Xiaoqing has a light taste and is not used to Feng's greasy diet, so Feng usually asks the chef to make some side dishes suitable for Xiaoqing's taste. On this day, Cui Shi saw the chef cooking for Xiaoqing alone. She deliberately reprimanded the cook and said, "The Feng family has big fish and big meat. Who told you to cook these dishes without oily taste? Do you want to embarrass the Feng family? Stop burning! " Say that finish, 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 good time, the loneliness in front of her became more unbearable. Sitting in the room, Xiaoqing had to use poetry to relieve her worries. 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 the poem was written, it was spread on the table and I fell asleep. At this moment, Cui Shi happened to pass by and saw the silence in the room. He sneaked in with malicious intent and found a poem with wet ink on the table. Cui Shi's knowledge of pen and ink, and also understand the meaning of these two poems, knowing that this is an allusion to himself, suddenly became furious and quarreled.
Cui Shi's crying alarmed many people in the Feng family. When Mr. Feng and Mr. Feng heard the news, Cui Shi took the opportunity to vent. She cried bitterly and scolded, "I am too big to manage this family." If someone thinks I'm not pleasing to the eye, just say so. Why do you want to slander me in the poem, and let everyone know that the Feng family has no rules ... "She said, lamenting, as if she had been greatly wronged.
After catching the slightest clue, Cui Shi will never let go. He will force Feng Tong to send Xiaoqing out of the house, or he will die. Under the power of Cui Shi, and her family is a family friend of the Feng family and a wealthy businessman in Hang Cheng, Xiaoqing had to be sent to live in the Feng family villa in the lonely mountain.
The lonely mountain is located on the West Lake, with beautiful and quiet scenery. Feng Xiaoqing is only accompanied by an old maid. Facing the sunrise and sunset of the West Lake and the lush flowers and trees, Feng Xiaoqing is not interested at all. However, the silence of Lonely Mountain Villa can be quite integrated with her mood.
Feng Xiaoqing's residence is near the secluded place of Lin Hejing, Chu Shi in Song Dynasty. Although things have changed, there are still large areas of ancient Meilin here. Although the plum blossom has blossomed, it can still arouse Xiaoqing's boundless reverie. Facing Li Shu, who has seen all the sorrows in the world, she can't help but sigh her sad life experience, and her tears turn into a series 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 eagerly looking forward to the arrival of her beloved husband. He once said that he would come to see her often, but he hasn't seen her for over a month. Have you forgotten 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. When she opened her eyes, she missed her husband Feng Tong day and night. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Feng Tong has entered the room at this moment. I saw Xiaoqing lose a lot of weight in January, and hugged her in love. Just as we were about to say goodbye, the old maid outside the door sent a message: "The old lady sent someone, please go home quickly!" " Words here to the mouth, Cui Shi confidant family has entered the yard, a mandarin duck dream has not yet begun, but it has been scattered.
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, and the good dream never came again. Xiaoqing gradually stopped thinking about tea and rice, and people became sick and weak. She leaned back in the hospital bed, holding a lute, and played her own Fairy over and over again:
Yue Xi married Zhao Jun plug, Xiaoqing continued romantic debt; Also lost a moment of ink Gang wind, under the steam wheel, quickly pulled out, just a cold world.
Originally, it was not a school of mandarin ducks, so forget about lovesickness; Self-reflection, self-explanation, self-discussion, the heart can exist, the soul can exist, and the shirt is wearing a double nepotism.
One day, Xiaoqing, who had been ill and unhappy, suddenly felt a little refreshed. She said to the old maid, "Please find a clever painter to paint my portrait at once, no matter how much it costs!" " At the invitation of the painter, Feng Xiaoqing carefully painted her makeup, put on her best clothes and sat under the plum blossom tree for the painter to paint her portrait. The painter painted carefully for two days, and finally drew a picture of Xiaoqing leaning against Mei. Xiaoqing 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 draw my God!" " "
The painter is a very serious person, and then he starts painting again. This time, Xiaoqing tried to smile and face the painter naturally. It took another two days to draw a vivid portrait. Feng Xiaoqing looked at the painting for a long time, but still shook his head and sighed, "It looks natural, but the wind doesn't flow! Maybe it's because I'm too reserved. "
So, for the third time, the portrait painter asked Feng Xiaoqing not to sit up, talk and laugh, walk and lie, be happy and not do it on purpose. Feng Xiaoqing understood what the painter meant, so he stopped posing seriously. But 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. The painter caught her charm in her every move and smile, spent three days observing, and then spent a day mixing colors to make a painting. In this picture, Xiaoqing is still standing against the plum tree. Vivid, almost lifelike.
Feng Xiaoqing gave the painter a large sum of money, and then asked someone to paste the portrait and hang it on his bedside. He just looks at himself in the painting every day, as if he were communicating with her heart to heart. Be with your portrait every day. That god of love is really self-pitying 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. I will never see my husband again. How can a portrait solve her worries? 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 is exhausted, and she has been unable to fight in this life, so she has to let go quickly and become the "Ice Emperor Lotus" in the afterlife as soon as possible. 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, gave a "farewell letter" to her only relative, Mrs. Yang. I also wrapped a few volumes of my own poems, so that the old girl could find a chance to give them to Feng Jiagong. After telling everything, she tried her best to cheer up, bathed in incense and made two obeisances to her paintings. She couldn't help crying loudly, crying less and less, and finally died. This year, before she was 18 years old, she did what old ni predicted. Is this fate or man-made?
When Feng Tong heard the news of Xiaoqing's death, he rushed to the villa in despair, holding Xiaoqing's body and screaming, "I'm sorry! Sorry! " When cleaning up the relics, Feng Tong found three portraits of Xiaoqing before his death, and took them home with the poems given to him by an old maid, which were treasured like treasures. Unexpectedly, a few days later, the poems and portraits were discovered by Cui Shi, a shrew, and all of them were thrown into the fire. Feng Tong tried to save him, but only took some scattered poems.
Entrusted, Mrs. Yang collected poems from all directions and published them in a collection called "Burned Over Draft".