Suma Boan smiled mockingly and his gaze was now condescending. "It's rare to have Bun-bu-coan-jai (skilled in martial arts and literature) these days!" He walked out and stopped near a lion barong statue. "You see, is this kind of cleverness useless?"
His hand caught the neck of the statue and once he screamed, the lions shot up, more than three meterstall, then he took it again so that it was now in the palm of his hand! His arms and body were shaking as a sign that he exerted his strength. Then once he moved his hand, the statue was thrown forward and collapsed onto the ground.
"Wonderful... the power of Suma-kongcu is really extraordinary...!" Ciu Tang cheered, not only motivated by his condescending and fawning attitude, but he was truly amazed. Stone lions that big must be very heavy.
"How is it, Brother Liu?" Suma Boan asked, not caring about Ciu Tang's praise. "Suma-kongcu's energy is truly extraordinary. I am very amazed."
Presumably the nobleman's son was quite satisfied hearing this. Bu Song is indeed a young man who is good at carrying himself. Without fawning he was able to adapt and please peopleother. Suma Boan then shouted for several guards guarding the outer gate. Four guards came running, ready to arrest or beat anyone on the orders of their master's son. But this time there was no slapping for them.
"You pick up these lions and put them back where they belong!" said Suma Boan, then while patting his palms to remove the dust he stepped wide into the garden beside the palace and disappeared into a moon-shaped door.
The four guards looked at each other. "How did you move here?" one of them grumbled.
"Just now Suma-kongcu played with it and threw it up like a paper lion," Ciu Tang gave a statement with a laugh.
Fourthe person shook his head and one of them grumbled softly, "Ah, why don't all of them return to their original places?" Despite grumbling, they then approached the stone lions and the four of them mustered up their strength. The lion barong from the rock just swayed, but couldn't be lifted by them!
Ciu Tang stuck out her tongue in awe. "Four people are unable to lift this statue, but Summa-Kongcu can play it with one hand. Truly godlike!"
"What's so strange? He's indeed Lui-kong-sian, of course the four of us can't be compared with one arm! Let's find some more comrades to help!" The four of them then ran outside.
"Great...!" Ciu Tang then re-entered the living room.
However, Bu Song looked at the stone lions for a moment. It was hard for him to believe that an object that could not be lifted by four people could be played with just one hand. Indeed, he had witnessed high powers like his teacher and people like Kong Lo Sengjin too many times. Compared to the supernatural powers shown by his teacher, the Suma-kongcu game is just a child's game.
However, he did not believe that the kongcu was really that strong. With a curious heart he then approached the stone lions, stretched out his right hand to grab the necks of the stone lions and then moved his hands while exerting force. The stone barong lion was shifted and thrown two meters away!

Bu Song smiled, then she followed Ciu Toan into the living room. It turned out that the four guards were just playing around, maybe to please Suma-kongcu, he thought. If the guards were willing, let alone four people, one person would certainly be able to return the lions to their original place.
Bu Song did not know at all that there was extraordinary energy within her as well, energy that had been accumulated by meditation and breathing exercises. However, he does not know about this and is not good at using this accumulated magical energy. It's only occasionally by chance, like before, that powerful energy shows itself unintentionally.
When he was exerting strength just now, by chance his blood path was opened allowing the profound energy to penetrate within his arms, so it was easy for him to throw the lions away. If it wasn't by chance that the profound energy was able to penetrate into his arms, surely he wouldn't be able to move those stone lions that weighed more than five hundred catties!
At that moment, a maid appeared and they were summoned to a side room where Prince Suma Kong would receive them. They followed the maid with pounding hearts. StillBu Song heard screams of surprise from outside, "Eh, why have these lions moved further away? They weren't here before!"
He smiled, considering the guards, who were now eight people, like clowns making jokes to please their masters, or like dogs crouching and wagging their tails in front of their masters.
Bu Song was respectful towards an official who was dressed all in beautiful clothes and had a cool face. Among the lessons in the book, it is also stated that one must respect superiors and this is the duty of a wise man. Officials represent the government, so it must be respected accordingly. So he knelt too when he saw Ciu Tang fall to his knees when the dignitary appeared followed by two bodyguards.
Presumably Prince Suma Kong was also happy to see Bu Song, so he then announced thatMa'amSong was accepted to help him, as someone who took care of all the paperwork, made announcements, recorded incoming and outgoing assets, also helped the prince take care of the state library which was one of Prince Suma Kong's duties.
Bu Song attracted the prince's heart so much that he was even ordered to stay in the palace.get a room on the back, namely in the rooms for servants and employees. Bu Song accepted with thanks, then he was allowed to take Ciu Tang home, who became overjoyed.
Thus, from that moment Bu Song became Prince Suma Kong's employee. He worked hard and diligently so that Prince Suma Kong liked him. After this young man helped him, all books and records were in order, he even began to receive praise from his colleagues about the neatness of the letters sent from Prince Suma.
Apart from being diligent, Bu Song is also good at carrying himself, not fawning up and not pressing down. All the maids just liked her, even Suma-kongcu who was known to be fierce also liked Bu Song and often at night when Bu Song was unemployed, Suma Boan liked to chat with her in the garden, play chess or compose poems. In these two cases, Suma Boan was allowed to study under Bu Song, but Bu Song was always humble. In playing chess, he deliberately made the game fun and he gave in a lot. This he did not occasionally to curry favor, but to prevent the master's son from being displeased.
It seems that Bu Song's future can be ascertained to be good and in line with his teacher's aspirations if only some unexpected things did not happen. After almost two years of Bu Song working there, with a wry heart he found out how the prince was a very corrupt person. Accumulating wealth for oneself in the most despicable way.

Not only by accepting bribes in exams, but he still embezzled money that should have gone to the king's palace. Not to mention the bribes from lowly officials if they wanted something that required Prince Suma's authority and power. This was all added to the forced taxes collected from farmers outside the city of the king, namely those who worked the prince's rice fields whose area was hard to measure!
The night was moonlit. The full moon floats in the clear blue sky of clouds. What a beautiful lightilluminating the universe, and even more beautiful in the flower garden at Prince Suma Kong's palace. This kind of atmosphere is very romantic and will certainly bring joy to everyone's heart, especially young people. But not so with Mrs. Song. Since earlier he sat pensively in the quiet flower garden.
In a corner of the garden, in a remote and quiet part, there was a cottage which was called the Red Cabin because it was painted red. A small hut under the swaying leaves of a flowering tree. In this place he pensive with a sad heart. He began to feel bored with life in Prince Suma's palace. Especially when he remembers all the conditions there, the very corrupt character of his employer.
It was undeniable that he was dearly loved by his employers, loved as a capable clerk, liked by the servants as a humble and gracious coworker. However, the situation was completely opposite to his heart. Even though he wasn't the one who ate all the illicit money, he still felt as if he was helping people do bad things. If only Prince Suma was onerobbers or thieves, then he becomes his men or accomplices! How low! And all that he did just for good food and good clothes! Or for a glorious future?
In sorrow Bu Song remembers Eng Eng. Not felt anymore two tears dripping down from a pair of eyes that feel hot. If Eng Eng does not die, of course he will return to Eng Eng. Better to live as a farmer in the mountains beside my dear Eng Eng. And his memories dragged on until he forgot the situation. He picked up a flute he had recently made, a bamboo flute that he seldom blew. Because it was late at night and the atmosphere in the prince's palace was very quiet, he started playing his flute.
A flute sound vibrated out from the vibration of his heart. Remembering Eng Eng, he automatically blew the flute and played Eng Eng's favorite song. The song whose rhythm seduces the heart. A song about lamenting and crying a flower that is dry, complaining and wailing waiting for the rain that never comes, waiting for the drops of dew that will give water of life to it. He played this song many times and the atmosphere of that beautiful night turned touching.
The sound of the crickets under the grass and the frogs in the pond suddenly stopped, as if they, too, were mesmerized by the seductive sound of the flute. The full moon seems to be swaying in the sky, as if it is also languishing and longing for a lover, looking for and starting to move after its lover who is not there.visit arrived, sometimes crying hiding face behind a black cloud.
While flute that Bu Song looked at the moon moving between the clouds, and towards the end of the song,He heard a rustling sound up ahead, so he turned his gaze forward. The sound of his flute gradually slowed down and finally stopped, his eyes staring blankly ahead, like a dream. is he dreaming? Or was it really Eng Eng who came, descending through the full moon, dressed like a heavenly goddess?
The woman who now steps so lightly, so softly as if she doesn't step on the ground, as ifwill float in the moonlight approaching him, has a gentle face like Eng Eng. Her wide eyes were shining softly, her little nose was sharp above her tiny mouth, her face was sweet with a pointed chin. That's Eng Eng's face! But the clothes? So beautiful, so luxurious. Only a heavenly goddess dressed like that, or a palace princess. Look at the hair! What a beautiful bun of hair, adorned with jeweled gold hair ornaments that glisten in the moonlight. Princess palace!
Bu Song's heart thumped and remembering this, he quickly stood up. There's no mistake. Of course he ismistress's daughter. He had been working there for almost two years, and too often he had heard from the servants that Prince Suma Kong had two children. The first is Suma Boan, who has always been quite kind to him, even as if he was his best friend, even in his heart

didn't like that noble youth because he had heard enough of his sickening activities, namely disturbing other people's wives!
The second child of Prince Suma was a girl who according to the maids was beautiful like an angel, educated and refined in manners, respected and loved by all the servants. A girl who was polite and therefore never broke the rules and had never met him in that long. A girl who is said to be named Suma Ceng. There seems to be nothing wrong with that. This is the girl! expressionhis face does look like Eng Eng, but Eng Eng is dead, it is impossible to live again.
With graceful steps, very calm demeanor and eyes always fixed on Bu Song, the girl is now climbing the stairs of the hut and approaching Bu Song who has sat back down with a limp body and pounding chest. "You... the one named Liu Bu Song, father's new employee...?"
That sound! Melodious and clear like Eng Eng's voice too! Bu Song became frantic and he forced the twohis legs were limp to stand up again, facing the girl then held out with respect. However, his mouth was unable to utter a word, only his eyes were staring intently. Two pairs of eyes met, bonding and looking into each other's hearts. For a long time they just stood facing each other and stared blankly at each other, watched and laughed at by the full moon who was amused by the awkwardness of the two young people. The light of the full moon is indeed full of the poison of romance and as soon as the eyes of these two young people cross, their hearts link together which makes both of them have their hearts pounding, their bodies trembling and their legs shivering.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Siocia (Miss)... it's true that I am Liu Bu Song, an ordinary lowly employee"
As if just waking from a dream the girl smiled. White teeth shining with the shining moon grabbed Bu Song's heart, making this young man close his eyes for a second, unable to bear witnessing all this beauty. The girl was indeed Suma Ceng. Like Bu Song, he had heard about Bu Song who was always praised by the maids for a long time. Praised for his good looks, praised for his kindness and gentleness, praised for his intelligence. And earlier, hearing the flute blowing, made him feel like a dream, then he went down and out of his room, entered the garden and forced his feet to step towards the sound of the flute. The wisdom of the moon and the beautiful night made him feel drunk.
"True storythey "
"What do you meanSiocia ?"
However, Suma Ceng turned towards the moon so that his face was fully lit, and this girl whispered like to the moon, "Very true... polite, gentle, humble"
“Excuse me, Siocia. May Iknow "
"I am Suma Ceng or... My father, mother and brother just call me Ceng Ceng just like that. Liu Bu Song Twako, your talent at refining is really great. It's like a song from heaven"
Howeverafter realizing that it was her employer's daughter standing in front of her, Mrs. Song was already deep in her throat and said, "Presumably Suma-siocia. Forgive me for being disrespectful and dare to disturb Siocia with my poor flute sound"
"Ah, don't be so modest. Never in my life have I heard a soundflute like before. Twako, would you play that song again for me?"
"Siocia..., how dare I...? Siocia, it's not right for me to be here... I...I "
"It's okay. Who will blame you? It was I who came attracted by the sound of your flute. Liu-twako, what song did you play just now?"
"Song.... A flowerDrought "

"Ahhhh...! No wonder it's so touching. Twako, why are you grieving and singing a song likeThat? I had tears in my eyes when I heard this..."
"Siocia"
They looked back at each other, both of them were speechless and came back into viewThey looked as if they already knew each other. It was as if in those eyes they had made a promise, exchanged hearts, exchanged loves. Suma Ceng lowered his face first. Her face became very red, her small teeth bit her lower lip, the sharp edges of her sharp eyes cast a gleam at Bu Song, then a sob and a half laugh rose from her throat and the girl turned her body, continued to jog out of the hut, ran- ran very fast now and in a moment disappeared behind the door of the moon.
Mrs. Song was stunned. The incident was like a dream. He pulled his hair and silently cursed his heart. Why is his heart so attracted? Why is his heart so full of passionate love? That girl is the master's daughter! And he is just a clerk, an ordinary clerk! And that girl besides being beautiful, the daughter of a noble who is rich, smart, and also seeing how fast she runs, is of course a girl who also has high intelligence! Like a beetle yearns for the moon!
With limp steps, Bu Song then dragged her legs back to her room which was far from the small flower garden hut. All night he could not sleep, restless and restless, homesick and worried, so that the next day he worked with a pale face and it was only that day that he felt how hard and uneven his work was.
Since the meeting that night, the two young people have felt tormented by their lives. Miss Songexerting his inner strength and highlighting his common sense, forcing his heart to admit that it was impossible for him to love a girl like Suma Ceng. The resemblance of the girl's face with Eng Eng is not at all a reason for her to be blind. Reality separated them far, as far as earth and sky.
Suma Ceng is the daughter of a high ranking official who lives in the palace, of a high position and an honorable noble, still in the royal family! And he? Formerly his father was a general. But now? He is just someone who lives alone, a student who does not graduate, someone who accepts Prince Suma Kong's favor like a hungry beggar receiving someone's donation.rich. A lowly official, an ordinary employee. Impossible to happen! If the noble girl was attracted by the sound of her flute, it would be impossible to humble herself associating with a lowly official like her. Not to mention if the Prince finds out, of course he will be severely punished.
Also Suma Ceng that night and the following nights could not sleep well. The flute young man's face was in the image all the time. Her soft and gentle voice kept ringing in his ears. A pair of wide, sharp eyes adorned with machete-shaped eyebrows seemed to keep shadowing him. But even this girl understood that there was no way she could allow herself to associate with an employee of her father's! It is impossible to marry an ordinary worker. His father would be furious, and so would his brother. Sometimes Suma Ceng cried when he remembered this, when he remembered how in the future she would certainly be betrothed to a noble man whom she did not necessarily love, even might hate.
But love is a strange feeling, which is very influential and powerful. Love overpowers all other feelings, even reason and consciousness, making people seem blind and reckless, ready to invade the lake of fire. Love is a beautiful burning fire, dancing and wriggling to create bright and beautiful colors, caressing and wavingwave to those who have been affected by his wisdom so that they step closer and closer without realizing that danger threatens them. Just about to open their eyes, just about to realize their charm, after it's too late and only regrets are left, regrets and wounds after being burned.
However, like fire, love can bring pleasure and happiness to life, bring warmth and encouragement, create beauty and enjoyment of life. As long as people are good at using it. As long as people can master it. Love is beautiful. Love is delicious. Love is a gift. For

those who can control it. But love is the root of disaster. Love is the base of misery and the base of suffering. For those who are drunk and weak, that becomes a game of love. The love between a man and a woman does have two contradictory characteristics like everything in this world.
But humans are still stronger, as long as they are good at carrying themselves, clever and strong in mastering wild passions as ferocious as forest horses. Happy are the young people who are good at mastering it, but pity those who are playing with it. Just remember that LOVE and LUST are two very different traits but have twin faces! Face the same so it is difficult for young people to tell the difference. Because mistakenly knowing this is what brings disaster. Lust is mistaken for love, so it is dragged into the abyss of destruction.
Likewise with Bu Song and Suma Ceng. Both of them were so intoxicated by the passion of love that all notions of the difference in their place, notions of the impossibility of a match for them, were shattered and completely forgotten. Only seven days they can survive. On the eighth night, past midnight, Bu Song couldn't hold himself back and he was already in the little hut at the end of the garden, playing his flute.
It was as if the sound of the flute could penetrate his tightly packed room, Suma Ceng who also couldn't hold himself back any longer had slipped out and ran into the garden, heading towards the end of the garden, to the hut from where the sound of the flute was now clearly heard. Out of breath, Suma Ceng arrived at the front of the hut, not because he had run earlier, but because of a surging heartbeat. The sound of the flute stopped because Bu Song had heard her coming. The young man ran outside, they faced each other and seemed unable to face the attraction of the sembrani iron emanating from the two of them, they bumped into each other and embraced each other!
"I know youwill come..."
"I know you toowaiting here..."
That's all they say in lieu of a statementthat each one knows the other's heart, knows that they love each other. Holding hands they entered the red hut, sat down on the bench where Bu Song had been contemplating and refining.
Bu Song felt as if Eng Eng was alive again. He is afraid of losing again, like a child who once lost his favorite toy, now he hugs it tightly, afraid that what he has found will disappear again. Suma Ceng, on the other hand, is still aware that one day he will lose the young man who has stolen his heart, the young man who has taken away his affection. It was this realization that made the girl reckless, surrender herself sincerely to this young man who could never be hers.
Both are drunk with love to the point of forgetting themselves, and without realizing it they are giving themselves over to lust. Lust is like a very strong whirlpool. Once a person is dragged away, they will be dizzy and sink, getting deeper and deeper and never coming back before they die!
Only the moon and sometimes the silent dark night knows. Only the red hut at the end of the garden is a silent witness to the meetings of two young people who are intoxicated with lust, lulled by the surge of love. Lust is a brother of loba, the more you obey the more it becomes, if you give a little you want a lot, you obey it for one fathom you want. Meetings and contact continued. intimate.....
Finally, the time has come to prove that everything in this world is impermanent. That the pleasures in this world are nothing but the beauties that are formed by a group of clouds in the sky. Occasionally will be dispersed out of shape by the wind. In fact, many times it dissipates and turns into an ugly black cloud that is scary!
That night it happened. A night that Bu Song and Suma Ceng will never forget. A dark night without a moon without stars, or more precisely, a night covered in clouds. Cold night. But in that red hut there was only light in two loving hearts, there was only heat in two lust-ridden bodies!

A shadowy figure flashed in front of the hut. The movement is fast and agile. The shadow crouched at the end of the hut, waiting. As usual, Bu Song took her lover's hand and the two of them held hands towards the door of the moon. That's where Bu Song accompanied her boyfriend, then for a moment they embraced each other, kissing each other as goodbye that night.
Suddenly the shadow that had been following them jumped up and hit Bu Song in the face. Bu Song staggered and collapsed, Suma Ceng let out a stifled scream. Suma Boan was already standing in front of them with bulging eyes!
"Hurry back to your room!" Suma Boan snapped at his sister who was running sobbing.
Bu Song crawled up, but he fell back when Suma Boan's leg kicked him in the chest. Then the prince's son grabbed him by the hair and dragged him behind the palace, like a butcher dragging a lamb to the slaughter.
"Bastard! Ruthless dog!" Suma Boan cursed his former best friend.
Miss Song was silent. His mind admits its mistake,but his heart rebelled. His heart does not want to admit wrong. He and Ceng Ceng love each other. What is wrong with it?
Behind the palace, Suma Boan summoned a bodyguard. He pushed the bodyBu Song fell to the ground. "Tie him to that tree!" he ordered.
The maid smirked. He knew Bu Song and he didn't know why his employer was angry with this young employee. However, Bu Song was not a friend of the bodyguards. The bodyguards were people who prioritized violence and strength. A frail young man who holds a pen and paper is certainly not their class and they despise him.
Roughly he grabbed Bu Song's arm, twisted him back then pushed the young man towards a tree. Then he tied Bu Song's hands to the back of the tree with a big and strong rope. It almost broke Bu Song's arm bone. He felt how the joints of his shoulder bones ached and were about to fall apart. But never heard the slightest complaint from his mouth. He is a young man who is resistant to suffering, his endurance is extraordinary thanks to the training of his temperature which he himself does not know.
"Come on, now what are you going to talk about? You bastard!" Suma Boan stepped forward and....
"Plaque-plaque-plaque!" Bu Song's cheeks were slapped so hard that Bu Song's head shook from side to side.
"Suma-kongcu, what are you talking about? He and I love each other. If you think it's your fault, kill me, I'm not afraid to die."
"Demon!" Suma Boan was very angry, his right hand hit his chest and his left hand hit him
stomach.
Bu Song understands how great the blow that comes is coming. He is not afraid of death, but horrified tooimagining the pain of being hit, then automatically the magic aura in his body gathers towards his chest and stomach.
"Dukk! Duukk!" those two great blows would certainly cost people their lives. However, how shocked and surprised Suma Boan's heart was when his punch met hard skin so that the punches were reversed. But Bu Song became breathless and gasping for air.
"Keep him here until morning. If you talk too much, you can hit him in the face, but don't kill him!"Finally sumaBoan spat in Bu Song's face and left the place. The guard laughed ha-ha-hi-hi then sat down against the ornate rock at the back of the palace.