Lady Lu, Zhang Wenwan, stayed overnight in Wu Commandery. When she set out early on the twenty-sixth, eight more large carts and over a dozen attendants had joined her. Together with Chen Caozhi's party, the imposing procession of more than twenty oxcarts passed through Wuxi, Jinling, and Danyang, arriving in Jurong County of Danyang Commandery on the afternoon of the ninth day of the second month. Jurong lay a little over a hundred li from Jiankang. It was only three quarters past the start of the Wei Hour, still well before dark. If they pressed on for another stage, they could enter Jiankang before dusk the next day. Lady Lu, however, ordered the procession to stop in Jurong and set out again tomorrow. They had traveled through sunshine and rain, and journeys were always tiring. Now that Jiankang was close, they ought to rest properly so they would not look too weary upon entering the city. Besides, Lady Lu had another consideration-
The celebrated scholar and master painter Zhang Mo had traveled with Chen Caozhi for over twenty days. By day, they admired the mountains, rivers, and scenery of the Wu Region as they traveled; by night, they took up their brushes to paint and exchanged insights into painting, or drank tea, discussed Xuanxue, listened to music, and played Go. They enjoyed each other's company immensely. The longer they spent together, the more Zhang Mo felt that Chen Caozhi's talents were as vast as the sea. He had never met another man with such learning at barely twenty. Moreover, Chen Caozhi's bearing and conversation were exceptionally captivating. Sitting and talking with him at night, Zhang Mo forgot his weariness without realizing it.
Lady Lu, Zhang Wenwan, shared her older paternal cousin Zhang Mo's feelings. Talking with Chen Caozhi felt like