[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten":3,"chapter-simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-524":6,"glossary-terms-4587":23},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Simulated to Reality: I Once Looked Down Upon Ten Thousand Ages?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2347539,4587,"Chapter 524: Peng Northward, Feng Toward the Sun","simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-524",524,"\u003Cp>At this moment, several maids widened their eyes; Su Yun also felt this running script’s posture flowed like clouds and water, its strokes elegant, rhythmic, and uniquely graceful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Xuan’s earlier indifference vanished quietly, replaced by deepening gloom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet all present were captivated by it, none noticing his dark expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Shujun’s beautiful eyes widened as if she could not believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy in the pavilion held his brush; the tip rose and fell like swirling mist, elusive and unfixed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Zhang Yunzhi sensed something deeper—today’s characters carried more ethereal grace than those written days ago, as if a soul were slowly forming within the strokes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You finally paused your brush, writing the final character.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Yunniang’s once-praised poem had been overshadowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun could not help exclaiming: “What a splendid script!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was himself a man of refined tastes, skilled in calligraphy and painting; this handwriting had already reached the highest level, surpassing even those of his own household guests. To such gifted souls, Su Yun never withheld praise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He studied the still-wet ink on the paper, then furrowed his brow slightly before relaxing it, murmuring: “This script… bears a faint resemblance to Second Master’s style.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yunzhi was momentarily startled, recalling Xie Guan’s earlier writing and the Second Master’s works in the academy—now that she looked closely, it truly was so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Yunniang’s face was also filled with awe, sincerely praising: “Indeed, as Miss Zhi said—this script is truly exceptional.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Xuan disliked the group centering on Xie Guan; he reached into the covered cup and pulled out a crumpled paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On it was written a single character: “Spring.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Xuan chuckled: “I wonder who wrote this? The last was ‘Autumn,’ now this is ‘Spring’—truly, the four seasons are complete.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did the others slowly return from admiring your script.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Hu Yunniang watched you put down your brush, her face showing not the slightest trace of pride despite the praise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression remained as calm as the water beside the lake—unruffled, unchanging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment’s thought, Xie Xuan recited to himself: “The sparrow lazily mends its wings, white jade orchid scent congeals; the temple dragon sneezes, old leaves sprout new branches.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun smiled: “Brilliantly written, cleverly crafted—not a single ‘spring’ in the whole poem, yet spring’s arrival is unmistakable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It carries the spirit of ‘spring brings forth new branches’—movement and stillness complement each other perfectly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Shujun nodded; clearly, Xie Xuan’s poetic skill surpassed Hu Yunniang’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Xuan was satisfied; though the theme was trite, he had infused it with fresh meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You silently picked up your brush and neatly copied Xie Xuan’s poem onto the paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Su Yun’s delight deepened; the poetry gathering’s atmosphere was rising, and he was pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Yunniang smiled lightly: “Shall I play a piece on the qin for everyone? It might add some charm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun laughed: “With Yunniang here, today is truly blessed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Yunniang’s maid hurried over, carrying the qin, and carefully placed it on another table inside the pavilion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Yunniang sat before the qin, her fingers gently brushing the strings; instantly, a spiritual melody filled the pavilion—like a spring stream tinkling, like a spring breeze brushing the face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The melody was serene and flowing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the servants listened, entranced; Hu Dajia’s qin playing was truly as famed as they said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the men of Bianjing said, the Eighteen Families of Bianjing were celestial maidens descended to earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Treasured as if they might break if held too tightly, melt if kissed too softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the pavilion, the charcoal in the warming brazier glowed red, radiating gentle warmth, dispelling the autumn chill. The afternoon sun filtered through clouds, occasionally stirred by wind that rippled the lake’s surface into concentric waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The breeze was gentle and pleasant!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Yunniang’s fingers plucked the strings, her long robe swaying, her bearing captivating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Xuan gazed at Hu Yunniang, a thought stirring in his heart: if he could spend his life beside this woman, it would be the greatest fortune of his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To become her favored guest would not only win him the beauty but also instantly elevate his name in Bianjing, earning him the reputation of a romantic scholar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the years, Hu Yunniang had amassed vast wealth at Xifeng Pavilion; even at a mere 40-60 split, the sum was staggering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The famed girls of Xifeng Pavilion earned their living through art, preserving their purity—not merely for high bids, but because Xifeng Pavilion stood behind powerful figures of Bianjing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elders of the Nine Clans had long warned their descendants: never cause trouble at Xifeng Pavilion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three of the Eighteen Families had already chosen partners; the rest remained unclaimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If any of them favored you, you would gain both fame and fortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun reached into the covered cup and drew out a crumpled paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He unfolded it to see the two characters: “Bright Moon.” He smiled—he already had his verse ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To praise the moon was an eternal theme, countless literati having poured their aspirations into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who wrote ‘Bright Moon’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the remaining three: Zhang Yunzhi, Li Shujun, and Hu Yunniang, guessing who had chosen this topic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun paced within the pavilion, took seven steps, then gazed at the lake’s shimmering reflection—his brow relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recited slowly: “Who holds the moon amid clouds? It follows the glimmering light. By the lake, it poses—green cup of wine still unopened.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yunzhi nodded gently, secretly praising him; she knew Su Yun’s talent was well-known in Bianjing—this poem would surely be the finest among the five.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Xuan exclaimed: “Brother Su, your talent is extraordinary! The moon amid clouds and the glimmering light complement each other perfectly—a flawless depiction of earthly beauty. No wonder the academy masters praise your poetic gift!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Yunniang smiled faintly: “Young Master Yun’s poem would surely rank among the top three at Bianjing’s Mid-Autumn poetry gathering. The imagery of the lake’s reflection and the untouched wine cup is utterly intoxicating.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She teased: “May I ask, Young Master Yun—is the reflection by the lake that of a beauty so stunning she makes fish sink and geese fall, or of a man whose intoxicating charm could topple mountains?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun paid little heed to their praise; his gaze remained fixed on Li Shujun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to know: what did this gifted woman, the woman he admired, think of his poem?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Shujun’s expression was calm; she lowered her head, softly reciting his lines as if savoring their depth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merely witnessing this scene, Su Yun’s face lit up with joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How fortunate to see the woman he cherished reciting his own verse!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuzhi noticed Su Yun’s expression and thought inwardly: if this Su family heir knew that today, Shujun had entered the Xie residence solely for her arranged meeting with Xie Yuan, how would he react? The scene would surely be spectacular.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun came from a distinguished lineage; as the eldest grandson of the second branch of the Su clan, his status was exalted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grandfather, Su Jing, was the Fourth Master of the academy and now held the post of Minister of the Central Secretariat—the Prime Minister—his power overwhelming, his ties to the Empress Dowager in the inner palace intricate and deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Precisely because of this, when the Li family sensed Su Yun’s “deep affection” for Li Shujun, their first thought was not to ally with the mighty Su clan, but to avoid it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this vortex of power, some sought to climb to the heavens through it; others chose to detour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus arose the arrangement of Li Shujun’s marriage to Xie Yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To marry their daughter off early, and cut off Su Yun’s hopes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Hu Yunniang finished her qin piece!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You wrote Su Yun’s poem onto the paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun stepped closer, his eyes still filled with admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The literati of Bianjing say life here is hard—but this handwriting alone could ensure a life of plenty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His impression of you changed dramatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Shujun also reached into the covered cup and drew out a crumpled paper—unfolded, it bore two characters: “Falling Flowers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun smiled broadly: “Shujun, this topic is exactly what I just wrote—how coincidental. But the theme is broad; you may express yourself freely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Shujun paused briefly, then said: “Since Young Master Yun has already offered pearls, I shall offer only four lines of quatrains.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun readily agreed: “Shujun, even one or two lines you spontaneously compose are naturally perfect—no need to adhere to form; even a fragment suffices.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whether poem or ci, even a broken verse is enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Shujun spoke slowly: “On the twin branches, flowers bloom; jealous winds and rains hasten their fall. May the Green Emperor forever be lord, and never let petals scatter on the green moss.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun’s eyes brightened with delight:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“‘May the Green Emperor forever be lord, and never let petals scatter on the green moss.’ But how can flowers bloom forever? Flowers fade; people know joy and sorrow, parting and reunion—all things in the world are thus, never perfect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The beauty of poetry lies not in the words themselves, but in the profound realm they evoke.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun praised repeatedly: “Truly exquisite! With this poem, our Grass Hall Poetry Society’s reputation will spread tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun savored it again, his heart stirred deeply—especially the tone of Li Shujun’s recitation, like a cuckoo bleeding, mournful and moving, tugging at his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this poem, even Hu Yunniang felt deep sympathy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How much less could a woman like Li Shujun, a noble lady, control her fate—what of a woman like me, born among brothels, tossed by fate like a leaf on rain-swept water?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sense of helplessness rose within her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Shujun’s maid, Xiao Die, heard this, her eyes reddening; she recalled her mistress’s engagement to the Xie family, filled with helpless resignation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could not understand: why, when the Master and Lady of the house loved their daughter so dearly, had they rushed to arrange this marriage?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a thunderclap from a clear sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Few knew of this matter—it was kept secret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Li Shujun appeared remarkably calm, her face showing not a trace of sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the covered cup, the last crumpled paper lay alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Zhang Yunzhi remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Yunniang spoke softly: “Miss Zhi, no need to draw—it must be mine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It reads ‘qin, chess, calligraphy, painting’—choose one as your theme.” She revealed gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four listened, each lost in thought; “qin, chess, calligraphy, painting” were now essential studies for every scholar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment’s reflection, Zhang Yuzhi shook her head: “Xie Gong and Hu Dajia have already set masterpieces; Young Master Yun and Shujun have offered pearls beside me—I would only embarrass myself with my clumsy work. Better to preserve some dignity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, this was mere modesty—all four knew it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yunzhi has poems widely circulated; her literary fame spreads far through Bianjing—how could she fail to compose even a single poem on the theme of “qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuzhi shifted her tone, her gaze falling upon the boy in the pavilion who held his brush but had not spoken a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though I have no fine composition,” she said gently, “I have seen how hard you’ve studied in that small courtyard for years—I would very much like to hear what you’ve written.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes turned toward you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You had set down your brush, slightly lifting your eyes—calm and composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You understood what Miss Zhang meant: she was trying to elevate your name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you composed a poem here, whether good or bad, your name, Xie Guan, would be mentioned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Xuan’s expression darkened as he said gravely, “It would be inappropriate. Brother Guan has not yet begun his studies—he likely hasn’t even finished reading the Book of Songs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Begun his studies?” The crowd frowned in disbelief, staring at you. How could someone who wrote such elegant characters be someone who had not yet begun his studies?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Xuan smiled sweetly and asked, “Isn’t that right, Brother Guan? Did your elder brother speak falsely?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yunzhi frowned slightly and retorted, “Whether one has begun studies or not has no direct bearing on one’s talent. Master San has remained a Licentiate all his life—but is his talent inferior to that of a Provincial Graduate?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You looked at Xie Xuan, your tone flat and unremarkable: “It is as my elder brother says—I have not yet begun my studies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker of triumph crossed Xie Xuan’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Guan may write beautiful characters,” he said lightly, “but when it comes to poetry, Miss Zhang should not press him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Xuan would absolutely not allow Xie Guan’s name to be remembered from this poetry gathering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Shuwan’s face showed a trace of surprise. She knew that in great families, children typically began their studies by age five or six; even commoners rarely delayed beyond seven or eight. Yet Xie Guan was nearly of age to wear the crown—still unenlightened—this was truly beyond her expectation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced around and suddenly realized: whether it was Xie Xuan, Su Yun, or even herself, each had maids and servants standing behind them. Even Hu Yunniang, the courtesan of Xifeng Pavilion, was attended by servants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only you stood alone, solitary and unaccompanied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon closer inspection, your robe was of ordinary fabric—no comparison to the splendid attire of Su Yun and Xie Xuan. Even compared to the servants and maids in the pavilion, yours looked inferior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only because your demeanor was so striking that she had overlooked this until now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that old scandal in the Xie family years ago, this “illegitimate son” who remained had always struggled within the household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To still be unenlightened now was both expected and yet astonishing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun did not care. Since Zhang Yunzhi had declined, two poems were already enough to ensure the poetry society would not lose face tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Shuwan spoke up: “Young Master Guan, Miss Yunzhi has made this request—please do not refuse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing this matter… you decide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>1. Agree to this. (Hint: May gain a chance to turn one’s fortune.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>2. Refuse this. (Hint: Neither good nor bad—no effect.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>3. Participate personally. (0\u002F3)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The characters above the great tripod slowly froze in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ke stared at the three options, the hint beside “Agree to this” promising a chance to turn one’s fortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, he made his choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>1. Agree to this. (Hint: May gain a chance to turn one’s fortune.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>{At this moment!}\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quick footsteps sounded outside the pavilion. Lu Ya and several maids hurried over, shouting before they even reached the pavilion: “Young Master Guan, the Dowager Lady summons you to Hongjing Courtyard for the banquet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Xie Xuan froze, a flush of anger rising to his face. He could not fathom how this illegitimate son had the right to enter the main hall of Xie Hong Courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You had already walked to the table and slowly wrote on the paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuzhi was equally astonished. Xie Guan—the boy who rarely set foot in Daguan Garden and was constantly ignored—why had the Dowager Lady suddenly summoned him to Xie Hong Courtyard? Especially today, when the Second Master of the Xie family had returned home and many distinguished guests had arrived—each event more momentous than the last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the others were still stunned, you had already written several lines of poetry, gently set down your brush, bowed slightly, and turned to walk out of the pavilion, leaving only your back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xie Guan, farewell.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Yunniang snapped back to awareness and stared at the paper on the table, then read aloud:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When fame is obscure, the heart remains unyielding; I light the lamp once more to read the writings.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The roc flies northward, the phoenix faces the morning sun, bearing books and sword along a vast, uncertain road.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun stared at the poem on the table, his eyes wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2664,"2026-06-21T01:33:01.587Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1688801cdc2c498aac29ad54fabaafd3b87c260059626e1c456606c5f24a5337","simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-525","simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-523",728,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-cover.jpg",{"terms":24,"userReplacements":130},[25,30,35,40,45,50,55,60,65,70,75,80,85,90,95,100,105,110,115,120,125],{"id":26,"raw_term":27,"original_term":28,"translations":29},1799945,"Lu Chen","陸沉",[],{"id":31,"raw_term":32,"original_term":33,"translations":34},1799946,"Wu Ying","武纓",[],{"id":36,"raw_term":37,"original_term":38,"translations":39},1799947,"Gongsun Pingxi","公孫平溪",[],{"id":41,"raw_term":42,"original_term":43,"translations":44},1799948,"Yu Ke","俞客",[],{"id":46,"raw_term":47,"original_term":48,"translations":49},1799949,"Dou Gu","竇固",[],{"id":51,"raw_term":52,"original_term":53,"translations":54},1799950,"Huang Yu","黃鈺",[],{"id":56,"raw_term":57,"original_term":58,"translations":59},1799951,"Yu Xu","虞許",[],{"id":61,"raw_term":62,"original_term":63,"translations":64},1799952,"Zhou Cheng","周成",[],{"id":66,"raw_term":67,"original_term":68,"translations":69},1799953,"Liu Wen","劉溫",[],{"id":71,"raw_term":72,"original_term":73,"translations":74},1799954,"Zhou Jinyu","周錦瑜",[],{"id":76,"raw_term":77,"original_term":78,"translations":79},1799955,"Feng Haiping","封海平",[],{"id":81,"raw_term":82,"original_term":83,"translations":84},1799956,"Tuoba Hongyan","拓拔宏宴",[],{"id":86,"raw_term":87,"original_term":88,"translations":89},1799957,"Zhou Xuan","周玄",[],{"id":91,"raw_term":92,"original_term":93,"translations":94},1799958,"Gu Yi","顧議",[],{"id":96,"raw_term":97,"original_term":98,"translations":99},1799959,"Tuoba Shuyi","拓拔術遺",[],{"id":101,"raw_term":102,"original_term":103,"translations":104},1799960,"Lu Jiaxuan","陸佳軒",[],{"id":106,"raw_term":107,"original_term":108,"translations":109},1799961,"You'an","幼安",[],{"id":111,"raw_term":112,"original_term":113,"translations":114},1799962,"Lu Yu","陸羽",[],{"id":116,"raw_term":117,"original_term":118,"translations":119},1799963,"Yuwen Liqian","宇文璃淺",[],{"id":121,"raw_term":122,"original_term":123,"translations":124},1799964,"Su Beihai","蘇北海",[],{"id":126,"raw_term":127,"original_term":128,"translations":129},1799965,"Old Li","老李頭",[],{}]