Chapter Seventy-two I resent thee not to be like the moon of this world (II)
Word Number：237
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 Jian-zhi beheld Ye Fa-shan, he hastened with folded hands and bowed, saying, “General Meng greets the Great Pure True Man.” Ye Fa-shan 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 Jian-zhi 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 Fa-shan 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 Jian-zhi, astonished, asked, “Could such a thing arise even in our flourishing Tang?” Whereupon Ye Fa-shan chanted a poem: Twin luans hide their shining light, Wings folded upon Mount Tai’s steep. They raise their heads to sip dawn’s dew, Bathe in the sun, their pl
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