Chapter Fifty-five The carved balustrades and jade terraces should yet remain (V)
Word Number：266
Author：一曲雨霖铃
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Release Time：2025-09-28
It is said: Do not mock the country folk’s rough new wine; in a bountiful year guests will be fed on pigs and fowl. When mountains and rivers close the way and no road seems left, where willows grow dark and flowers brighten there is yet another village. Flutes and drums follow the spring festival near; the simple dress and caps keep the old manners. If from now on I may idly ride beneath the moon, leaning on my cane I will knock at doors at night with no heed for time. In the first year of Wansui Tongtian (696), the Nine-Tailed Fox took the Tui-bei Diagram and saw that the hexagrams had shifted. Resolving to stir fresh mischief and to observe the turning of the heavens, it rose again to action. One day the Nine-Tailed Fox took the guise of a cultivated Daoist, wearing a short patched robe of Bashan, a sash of mixed colored threads, an ancient bronze sword tattooed on its back and a dust-brushed staff in its hand, and it wandered among the Khitan tribes. Guards in the khan’s camp saw a Central Plains Daoist approach and drew blades to form a cordon: “This is the chieftain’s precinct—idle strangers must not come near.” The Nine-Tailed Fox smiled coldly: “I am no idle stranger.” Then, using spirit-walking arts, it slipped past the guards and made straight for Sun Wanrong’s command tent. Sun Wanrong was the chief of the Khitan Dahe clan and their military commander. In the early years of Emperor Ruizong’s reign (685), the Empress had repeatedly award
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