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Frank Owen The Scarlet Hill — Part V: An Lu-shan (1941)

Munching almonds was an aid to fascinating contemplation. An affair for an hour or two, with plenty of almonds, the fragrance of which might blend with soft, firm flesh. . . he sighed. It was good to be back once more at the Palace, where excess would disturb no one, and intrigue was the pattern chosen by most of the smirking, flabby officials. Though there were others of firmer mold, they were of slight importance, forming as they did a minority, nor did it occur to him that in that minority lay the strength of the Empire. However, he acknowledged the power and brilliance of Li Lin-fu.
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Frank Owen The Scarlet Hill — Part V: An Lu-shan (1941)

Yang Kuei-fei turned away to hide a smile. In the distance the music of a reed instrument broke out joyously. All had forgotten that the feast, seemingly endless, was still in progress, a feast that bade fair to turn into an orgy now that the Emperor had departed.
An Lu-shan was overcome with surprise.
"I am grateful," he said, and there was no doubting his sincerity.
"An Empire," declared Ming Huang, "lives in the hearts of its people. China is great because its people have great hearts. It is built on the rocks of culture and tolerance.
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Frank Owen The Scarlet Hill — Part V: An Lu-shan (1941)

Strangely enough, An Lu-shan did nothing, nor did he seem at all perturbed. He walked with Yang Kuei-fei in the garden of the Palace. She wore a red rose in her hair because it was his favorite flower.
She could not help discussing the rumors about Li Lin-fu.
He yawned.
"Are you not angry?" she asked.
"I am a man of peace," he said blandly, "and so I always prepare for war. When I am honored, I think of dishonor. The peaceful man preserves silence; in smooth water there is no current."
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