What is the Tang legend of "Fei Yan" mentioned in the novel "Siege"?

Bu Feiyan is a famous beauty in the city of Luoyang in the period of Emperor Yi Zong of the Tang Dynasty, her beauty is different from Yang Yuhuan's graceful fecundity, but to win the lightness of the slender, people say that she is shaped like a willow silk, can be fluttered in the wind, Luoqi body is not as heavy as it is a pity, let a person pain in the heart of the skinny beauty. She was skillful, gentle and affectionate. Although she grew up in a small family, she was very talented and well educated. She liked writing and ink, and was good at music and rhythm, especially playing a wonderful pipa and a good chiku. Building is an ancient percussion instrument, its syllables and silk bamboo with, quite can increase the color of the music, Bu Fei Yan hit the building skills, can be called at that time a masterpiece. Several times blossomed and fell, Bu Fei Yan turned to the age of a young girl in love, talent and appearance, she was looking forward to an outstanding talent and appearance of the amorous son and his companion for life. But at that time, she could not say this kind of wish with others know, also can not be put into action to find their own love. At that time, marriage depended entirely on the order of parents and the words of matchmakers. Under the management of her parents, Bu Feiyan, who was in her prime, married Wu Gongye, a military officer from Henan Province. Wu Gongye was a military general, with a tiger's back and waist, and a straight and tough temperament. At that time, Bu Fei Yan's beauty and talent had already spread throughout the city of Luoyang, Wu Gong Ye met her in a chance encounter, and immediately fell in love at first sight, and by all means, he asked the matchmaker to make a deal, and finally married the lovely girl into the house. After the marriage, Wu Senjun on the step Fei Yan love like a treasure, all day long as much as stay looking at her beautiful figure for the fast thing, in addition to stay on duty in the public house, he and Fei Yan almost inseparable. Feelings of a thing on the side of this can not be said, although Wu Senjun on the step Fei Yan a piece of love, love beyond measure, sentimental step Fei Yan on the side of him without half a bit of passion. This rough husband, neither can give her tenderness, also can not answer with her poetry, and even when she played the pipa, carefully struck the building, he will only stupidly look at her face, do not know how to appreciate the music in the sound of her heart song. This kind of marriage and her dream fantasy is a world of difference, so the newlywed Bu Fei Yan heart full of disappointment and depression. Whenever the wind blowing garden bamboo, rain hitting the banana at night, step Fei Yan always secretly a person to the window tears, forlorn and depressed mood tightly wrapped around this was loved by the newlywed bridesmaid. The Wu family's immediate neighbor is the House rafter Zhao Lin, he has a son named Elephant, twenty years old, beautiful and elegant, beautiful and bright, still at home studying for the imperial examinations. One day, Zhao Xiang in his own courtyard reading, read to the excitement, he was strolling around the court, while reciting poetry. At that time, in the next courtyard, BU Feiyan was absent-mindedly picking flowers to enjoy, and suddenly heard the sound of reading from the other side of the courtyard wall, his voice was excited and rhythmic, and he seemed to have the charm of the book. After marrying into the Wu House, because Wu Gongye is not good at writing and ink, often also interferes with Bu Fei Yan reading, this time fierce to hear such a fascinating reading sound, can not help but feel happy for it, and would like to go to explore the truth. But immediately thought, his body has belonged to, should not regenerate the thought, so strong inhibition, and try not to think about this again. However, after returning to the house, the sound of reading in the neighboring courtyard still lingers in her ears, making her heart itchy and uneasy. A few days later in the morning, the east is white, foggy, Zhao Xiang is dancing sword fitness in the courtyard, turn around in the leap, inadvertently from the low wall to the neighboring courtyard, only to see a delicate young woman is alone in the morning fog to enjoy the flowers, the young woman's appearance has been better than the spring flowers a few times. Dance sword Zhao Xiang unconsciously stopped, just try to stretch his neck, from the wall to peep at the beautiful young woman, the more he looked at the more he let the heart swinging God cha, only to see her staring at the flowers in the bush, willow eyebrow slightly knit, look slightly a few points of sullenness, and her exquisite small appearance with, is so let a person pain in the heart. Zhao Xiang at this time has been completely fascinated by her, this kind of chu chu lovely woman how to fall into the rough Wu Gongye home? Zhao Xiang is really incredible, really doubt is the heavenly fairy fall into the mortal world by mistake. Just when he was thinking nonsense, the neighboring beauty has been wearing flowers and willow drift into the house, she acted that light and easy, and let Zhao Xiang in the courtyard for a long time. Since that day a glimpse, Zhao Xiang can no longer forget that moving woman, thinking about it, tossing and turning, can not be quiet to read. So, he secretly bribed the gatekeeper of the Wu family with a lot of money, begging him to convey his longing for Bu Fei Yan on his behalf. Seeing that the one he loved was his master's wife, the gatekeeper naturally did not dare to stir up trouble, and hastily excused himself. However, he could not help the Zhao family's son's hard pleading, and with the temptation of generous benefits, he agreed to help Zhao Xiang accomplish a beautiful thing. The gatekeeper went home and explained the situation to his wife, who was told to wait for an opportunity to convey Mr. Zhao's feelings to Bu Fei Yan. The gatekeeper's wife took advantage of the silence in the afternoon to see Bu Fei Yan sitting alone in the corridor, so she pretended to trim the flowers and trees outside the corridor and approached Bu Fei Yan, and after accosting her, she politely told her of Mr. Zhao's feelings of admiration next door. Bu Fei Yan was quite surprised to hear, to be clear about the person mentioned, a trace of joy swept over the heart; however, considering her own identity she is not convenient to reveal anything to the subordinate, just with an imperceptible smile to listen to the end of the statement, did not comment, only asked the doorkeeper wife to retreat. The gatekeeper reported in detail to Zhao Xiang. Zhao Xiang secretly thought: "Since she has no intention of refusing, there may be acceptance of the heart, I may as well try her again." So he took the poem paper and wrote a five-character stanza on the spot: "A glimpse of the city's appearance, the dusty heart is only guessing; do not go with the Xiao Shi, want to learn from the Alain to come". Zhao Xiang carefully sealed the poem, which was full of teasing meaning, and through the channel of the gatekeeper's wife, quietly sent it to Bu Fei Yan's dressing table. After reading the poem, Bu Fei Yan's heart rose up with heavy tenderness and honey, she helplessly said to the gatekeeper's wife, "I have long admired Mr. Zhao's elegant talent, but I only hate that my life is so thin and blessed that I don't have the chance to spend my life with him***!" The gatekeeper's wife is an old worldly person, she saw step Fei Yan's heart has been moved, just in the way of the identity dare not move, that kind of resentment is clearly written on the face, so the heart of the number. Since the recipient of money... On behalf of people to serve, the gatekeeper's wife slyly further encouraged: "Zhao Gongzi a piece of sincerity, Mrs. at least have a reply is ah!" So, step Fei Yan half-push half-accepted, spread out the golden phoenix paper, wrote a reply poem: green miserable moths do not hold themselves, only because of the hatred in the new poem; Lang heart should be like the piano heart complaints, pulse of spring love more mud who? At this time, Zhao Xiang is in a mood of anxiety in the study pacing around, waiting for a reply. The first time I saw him, I was so happy that I couldn't help but shout out, "Things are really looking up." Then he wrote a poem in seven lines on the paper to express his gratitude and thoughts: "I cherish the good news of the good man, the colorful paper Fang Han two deep love; Thin as a cicada's wing is difficult to hate, dense as a fly head is not written in the heart. The thinness of the paper is not enough for hatred, and the density of the paper is like the head of a fly, which has not been written down. I suspect that the falling flowers have confused the blue cave, and I only think of the light rain sprinkling the lapel of my heart. After the poem entrusted to the gatekeeper to send out, Zhao Xiang thought that he would soon be able to get the good woman's reply, who knew that day by day, but the news is nowhere to be found. Zhao Xiang cold half, do not know exactly what went wrong, whether the matter is not secret, leaked the wind? Or is it a good person regret their own frivolous, closed the heart? Or had he offended her with the wording of his poem? He thought about it for a long time, but could not get the idea. Just when the spring flowers will be thankful, he was worried, sitting alone in the courtyard, staring at the courtyard full of flowers, it seems that every single one of them is the neighboring woman's pretty face, so that his heart aches to be broken, frustrated poem said: green dark red hide up smoke, alone will be the ghost of hate in front of a small court; heavy long night and who to talk to, the stars apart from the Milky Way and the moon half of the day. The next morning, after a night of tossing and turning Zhao Xiang is still drowsy, but was a magpie's restless sound woke up. When he was angry, the wife of the Wu family gatekeeper joyfully pushed the door, quietly passed the message of Bu Fei Yan: "Lang Jun do not need to be surprised, ten days without news, only because the little girl occasionally infected with wind and cold, bedridden difficult to get up." After saying this, he took out a small brocade bag from his sleeve and handed it to Zhao Xiang, saying that it was a gift from his wife. Zhao Xiang anxiously opened the pouch and saw that it contained a delicate jade cicada and a pair of poetic notes. Zhao Xiang like a treasure, the cicada clutched in the hands, suddenly feel a warm current from the hands of the steam out, spread all over the body, so that he was floating in the air. He then unfolded the poem and read it carefully: "I am unable to put on my makeup and lean on the embroidered cage, and I have been thinking about the cicada brocade in secret; I have recently won the spring disease, and the willow is weak and the flower is timid of the wind in the dawn". Zhao Xiang asked the gatekeeper's wife and was slightly relieved to learn that Bu Fei Yan's condition had improved. But also fear that the beautiful people full of thoughts, aggravate the condition, so wrote a short letter: spring is late, the hearts quietly, since the peep, long haunting dream soul, although the fragrant driving dust light difficult to meet, and Dan Cheng Kyauksu swore to hover; the situation is also known to multiply the spring more feeling, Fang body against the and, consuming the ice and snow of the YanZhi, YuHuiLan's good gas. I am very worried and frustrated, and I hope that my feelings will not be pined for, and that I will not be lonely and short rhymes, and that I will be happy in the late stage, and that I will not be able to finish the book if my brother has a heart of gold and will not be able to hold a book of gold and will be able to follow the poem of Huajian. After the letter and attached a poem: see said hurt feelings for see spring, want to seal cicada brocade green e trapped; knocking and report smoke Qing this, the first wind flow most damaging people. Step Fei Yan's disease can be said to be half of the body disease, half of the heart disease, see Zhao Xiang's letter and poem, greatly touched, the disease are almost thrown to the sky. She closed the door of her room, hung down the window, and wrote back: My concubine was unfortunate to be married in a bun, and in the middle of the marriage matchmakers were deceived, and then she was forced to leave the house in the wrong category. Every clear wind and bright moon, move jade laurel to increase feelings; autumn disappointment and winter red, pan gold micro and send hate. I am not sure how to expect the son, suddenly left a good sound, hair Huazhou and think fly, satirize the beautiful sentence and eye break. I hate that the Luochuan River is separated by waves and the Jiawu wall is high, that the clouds are not as high as the Qin Terrace, and that the old dreams are still being created in the Chu Cui. I hope that God will take the opportunity to give me a clear view of the world, and that I will be able to die without hatred, and that I will write a short poem to express my feelings. At the end of the cover, a poem is also attached: Spring swallows must sleep together on the painted eaves, while two ducks are willing to fly alone in Lanpu. I have always hated the company of women in the Peach Orchid, and I am waiting for the flowers to send my husband home. When Zhao Xiang first opened his heart and sent someone to pass on his love, although Bu Fei Yan's heart secretly moved, but she was constrained by her own status and reputation and did not dare to act rashly, and she forced herself to suppress her inflated feelings, which finally led to a serious illness. Now Zhao Xiang repeatedly expressed his feelings, she seems to have recovered from her illness, she also refreshed the courage, can no longer repress their feelings, so they simply pour out their hearts. Zhao Xiang see the letter and poem, understand a piece of the heart of the step Fei Yan, naturally is not self-possessed, beautifully fantasize about their own and step Fei Yan talent and beauty match into a pair, heart to heart, it love million dry. A few days later, a dusk, the martial arts family keeper wife and quietly came to Zhao Xiang study, told him that: "in recent days, Wu Senator busy business, tonight will be on duty in the public residence, the night is only left Mrs. alone in a vacant room, the son can be over the wall and the good people will." Said and left in a hurry, leaving only Zhao Xiang heart pounding with excitement. It was not easy to wait until it was quiet, Zhao Xiang quietly moved a ladder, over the wall to the Wu family courtyard, to see Bu Fei Yan silently standing in the flowers seems to have been waiting for a long time. The two saw each other, happy, holding hands quietly sneaked into the bedroom, in the ghostly candlelight, the two wordlessly embraced tightly together, a flame at the same time ignited the two hearts that have been waiting for a long time. Two people suddenly dissolved into one. This night's lingering charm, for two people, like a fresh spring flowed into the long-dried heart. Day dawn when parting, step Fei Yan tightly pull Zhao Xiang's hand, eyes tearful said: "Today's encounter, is the fate of the past life, hope that the gentleman do not because of the concubine no jade clean pine chastity of the will of the concubine and light treatment. Concubine is not a person of debauchery, the body is promised, it is the result of love, I wish you remember!" Zhao Xiang gently soothing: "I am not reckless, will not play games. I am honored by your kindness, and I will never let you down!" The day has dawned, Zhao Xiang had to hurry across the wall and return. Back to his study, the mood is still immersed in last night's turmoil, can not be calm, on the spur of the moment and a poem: ten holes in the three Qing although the road is blocked, have a heart but also have to be near the Yao Tai; Rui Xiang wind leads to think about the late night, know that it is the Rui Gong Xian harnessed to come. Once the floodgates of feelings are opened, spring like spring can no longer be contained. Since that night after the rain, where Wu Gongye stayed on duty Gongfu night, is Zhao Xiang and step Fei Yan when the party. The two are y in love, the heart is connected, each other a look or a soft call, can evoke each other's subtle tacit understanding of the senses. After all, there are not many of those good days, most of the days, they can only think of each other across the wall, sometimes to the gatekeeper couple to pass the poetry, sometimes Zhao Xiang in the courtyard reciting poetry, Bu Fei Yan sitting under the porch caressing the pipa, all kinds of ways, are used to convey each other's strong feelings of love. This situation was described in a poem by Bu Fei Yan: "I am afraid of not knowing each other when I think of each other, but I am still sad to see you again; I wish I could become a crane on the pine, and fly away into the clouds together. Two hearts that love each other, no matter what difficulties can not be blocked, it is like "full of spring color can not be closed, a branch of red apricots out of the wall." So after two years, but the two really can not think of a way to fly, can only be so fruitless love. However, the paper can not wrap the fire, no matter how the two of them try to buy the family underlings, hidden behavior, there are still some wind sound to the ears of the Wu Gongye. When Wu Gongye asked the wife of the gatekeeper about it, she denied it at first, but Wu Gongye forced her to tell the truth. Wu Gongye was furious, but he suppressed his anger and resolved to believe what he saw. He did not move, the next day pretended to stay on duty in the public house, at night quietly sneaked back home, hiding under the courtyard wall to wait. At two o'clock, saw the wall has a shadow swaying, anxious Wu Gongye jumped up and grabbed the clothes, only to hear a Zira sound, clothes were torn off a large piece of him, but the person fell back to the neighboring courtyard. Wu Gongye has a number in his mind, he held the torn piece of clothing, rushed into his bedroom, to the neatly made-up Bu Fei Yan yelled: "Bastard woman, see what you have done!" As soon as she saw the clothes, she knew that the matter had been exposed. Looking at her stormy husband, she instead looked very calm, thinking that since the matter had come to this point, there was no need to deny it, and said faintly, "Since we love each other in life, there is no reason to hate each other in death." Wu Gongye saw his wife not only did not deny, not shocked, but also said such words, suddenly so angry that he could not speak, turned to the side room to get a horse whip, towards Bu Fei Yan headless hit. Under the whip, step Fei Yan suddenly skin and flesh, but she clenched her teeth, and do not beg for mercy, Wu Gongye angry, whip a burst of tight as a burst, a flower violently by the raging storm of the ravages, in the twinkling of an eye has withered. Weak step Fei Yan under the whip, soon died of gas. Wu Gongye after a bout of whipping, found Bu Fei Yan has not moved, so stopped and approached to explore, his wife even has been flying out of the clouds. He couldn't help but be stunned, afraid and anxious, sea and hate, at a loss for words. In order to cover people's ears, Wu Gongye in the name of his wife's death from a serious illness will be buried in the northern suburbs of Mangshan. Next door to the House rafters Zhao Lin heart of the death of Bu Fei Yan is very strange, would like to file a case to investigate, and then found that this matter has a son Zhao Xiang involved in the middle of the matter, they do not dare to ask questions, the matter is so unsettled. Afterwards, people found that every twilight, Mangshan Bu Fei Yan tomb there is always a weak scholar on the ground and weeping, seems to be in the tomb with the people to tell each other.