Chapter Seventy-two I resent thee not to be like the moon of this world (II)
Word Number：229
Author：一曲雨霖铃
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Release Time：2025-09-28
Of old, power and influence oft bewitched men; how could the present not repeat the past? Better to cast aside the courtly halls, and let each man henceforth stand upon his own. Now it is told: when Zhang Jianzhi beheld Ye Fashan, he hastened with folded hands and bowed, saying, “General Meng greets the Great Pure True Man.” Ye Fashan replied, “Why should the Prince of Hanyang show such courtesy? I am but a poor Taoist in coarse robe, how could I endure such honor?” Zhang Jianzhi laughed and said, “Prince of Hanyang, Prince of Hanyang. In name a prince, yet in truth without office or power, little different from a commoner.” Then he continued, “We five are loyal with hearts as bright as heaven itself—what cause hath His Majesty to fear us?” Ye Fashan answered, “The Grand Historian’s Records say: ‘When the crafty hare is slain, the hunting dog is cooked; when the birds are gone, the fine bow is hidden; when the enemy state is destroyed, the strategist is cast aside.’ The Prince of Hanyang, well-versed in ancient texts, truly knows not the meaning therein?” Zhang Jianzhi, astonished, asked, “Could such a thing arise even in our flourishing Tang?” Whereupon Ye Fashan chanted a poem: Twin luans hide their shining light, Wings folded upon Mount Tai’s steep. They raise their heads to sip dawn’
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