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Updated: May 2, 2025
Hsiang-yuen once again eagerly quoted the line: In the seaside market is lost a silk kerchief. But Lin Tai-yue would not let her continue, and taking up the thread, she forthwith said: With quiet silence, it enshrouds the raised kiosque. Hsiang-yuen vehemently gave the antithetical verse: The utter poor clings to his pannier and his bowl.
As soon as he saw it, Pao-yue was seized with unwonted delight. But, reader, if you care to know the cause of his delight, peruse the explanation contained in the next chapter. Hsi Jen and Hsiang-yuen tell their secret thoughts. Tai-yue is infatuated with the living Pao-yue. While trying to conceal her sense of shame and injury Chin Ch'uan is driven by her impetuous feelings to seek death.
But to resume our narrative. At the sight of the unicorn, Pao-yue was filled with intense delight. So much so, that he forthwith put out his hand and made a grab for it. "Lucky enough it was you who picked it up!" he said, with a face beaming with smiles. "But when did you find it?" "Fortunately it was only this!" rejoined Shih Hsiang-yuen laughing.
Hsing Chou-yen was still attired in an old costume, she ordinarily used at home, without any garment for protection against the rain. Shortly, Shih Hsiang-yuen arrived. She wore the long pelisse, given her by dowager lady Chia, which gave warmth both from the inside and outside, as the top consisted of martin-head fur, and the lining of the long-haired coat of the dark grey squirrel.
Pao-ch'ai eagerly inquired. "It was snowing," Pao-ch'in smilingly replied, "so her venerable ladyship turned up this piece of clothing and gave it to me." Hsiang Ling drew near and passed it under inspection. "No wonder," she exclaimed, "it looks so handsome! It's verily woven with peacock's feathers." "What about peacock's feathers?" Hsiang-yuen laughed.
As she gave utterance to her feelings, her attention was attracted by a pair of scrolls of black lacquer, inlaid with mother-of-pearl, suspended on the pillars, and she asked Hsiang-yuen to tell her what the mottoes were. The text she read was: Snapped is the shade of the hibiscus by the fragrant oar of a boat homeward bound.
And they pointed at the last stanza as the best of the lot; which made it evident to Pao-yue that Pao-ch'in, albeit the youngest in years, was, on the other hand, the quickest in wits. Tai-yue and Hsiang-yuen then filled up a small cup with wine and simultaneously offered their congratulations to Pao-ch'in.
"And yet," pleaded Pao-yue, full of perplexity, "I had done it for your sake; and through this, I've come in for reproach. But if it were with an evil heart I did so, may I at once become ashes, and be trampled upon by ten thousands of people!" "In this felicitous firstmonth," Hsiang-yuen remonstrated, "you shouldn't talk so much reckless nonsense!
But chatting the while, they were about to proceed on their way when they unexpectedly caught sight of Hsiang-yuen, P'ing Erh, Hsiang Lin and other girls picking balsam flowers near the rocks; who, as soon as they saw the company approaching, advanced to welcome them. Shortly, they all sallied out of the garden.
Her answers over, the whole company extolled them and had a drink. "I've got another set!" Yuean Yang once more exclaimed. "On the left, are distinctly the distant dots of the double ace." "Both sun and moon are so suspended as to shine on heaven and earth," Hsiang-yuen ventured. "On the right, are a couple of spots, far apart, which clearly form a one and one." Yuean Yang pursued.
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