Ghost Story of Liaozhai

Chen Gongbao from Qingzhou Road, a Fujian native, was sitting alone at night, when a woman came in through the curtain, wearing a long-sleeved palace dress, with a gorgeous appearance, he did not know him.

The woman smiled and said, "Living alone in the middle of the night, isn't your master lonely?"

Chen Gongbao asked in surprise: "Who is the girl?"

The woman said: "The concubine's hometown is not far from here, it's in the western suburbs." Chen Gongbao suspected that she was a ghost, but seeing the woman's elegant temperament, he was not afraid, so he took her hand and sat down, and the two talked about poetry. Chen Gongbao was very happy with his talent and eloquence.He hugged the woman into his arms and hurriedly took off her clothes.

The woman did not resist, and asked with a smile, "Is there anyone else in the room?" She glanced at the door as she spoke.

Chen Gongbao understood, hurriedly ran over to close the door and window, and said: "There is no one else." The two went to bed and had a good time, the woman looked shy and said: "The concubine is twenty this year, and she is still a virgin, please be gentle."

After the sex, the bed sheet fell red, and the two whispered on the pillow. The woman called herself "Lin Siniang".

Chen Gongbao asked, "Can you tell me about the lady's origin?"

Lin Siniang said: "I have been chaste all my life, and I have been treated lightly by the young master. If you love me, you will stay with me forever, so why bother to ask?" While talking, the rooster crowed outside the window, and the woman got up to leave.

From then on, Lin Siniang would come every night, and the two would drink together behind closed doors, occasionally talking about the rhythm, Siniang was versatile and proficient in all qin melodies.Chen Gongbao asked her to sing, and Si Niang said: "I learned it when I was young, but I haven't practiced it for a long time. I'm afraid I'm not familiar with it. If you don't play well, don't laugh at me, sir." He took a lyre, played it, and stretched his voice. The singing is in the tune of "Yi" and "Cool", with a sad voice.After singing a song, tears flowed down my cheeks.

After listening to the song, Chen Gongbao touched his heartstrings and felt sore, and comforted him: "Lady, don't sing the sound of subjugated country anymore, it sounds more sad."

Siniang said: "Happiness comes from the heart. Joy cannot make the mourner happy, and sorrow cannot make the joy sad." Chen Shubao nodded and said nothing more.The relationship between the two was close, and as time passed, the family members became aware of it. Seeing that Si Niang was so beautiful, Chen's mother suspected that she was not a human woman, and that she must be a ghost or a demon.Privately persuaded his son not to associate with her, but Chen Gongbao refused to listen.

The two talked under the lamp that night, Chen Gongbao asked: "Si Niang, someone told me that you are a ghost, is it true?"

Si Niang said sadly: "This is the end of the matter, I can no longer hide it. The concubine was originally a maid of the Prince Heng's mansion, and died at the age of 17. I feel that the king is so righteous, so I entrust her for life. I really dare not have any evil thoughts , let alone harm the young master. If the young master is worried about me, then the concubine will leave now."

Chen Gongbao swore: "I don't dare to dislike the girl, it's just that you and I have an unusual relationship, so I specifically asked about the girl's background, but it is also a kind of caring and kindness." He asked about the old things in the palace carefully, and the woman spoke eloquently. , vivid words.Speaking of sad, choked up and unable to speak.

Siniang doesn't like to sleep much at night, she likes to sit quietly and recite various Buddhist books such as "Zhunti Sutra" and "Diamond Sutra".Chen Gongbao asked: "Can ghosts also recite scriptures to repent?" Si Niang said: "Yes. The concubine is degraded for life, and she prays devoutly every day, hoping to find a good family in the next life."

The days passed day by day, and the two had a great time commenting on the poems.Whenever there were flaws in the poems, Si Niang pointed them out one by one, and when they came across good works, they recited them gracefully.Her singing voice is mellow and romantic, which is very pleasant to the ears, and makes people forget their fatigue unconsciously.

Chen Gongbao would sometimes ask, "Can a lady compose poetry?"

Siniang said: "I used to do it occasionally."

Chen Gongbao smiled and said, "Make a song for me to see."

Siniang euphemistically declined: "The words of children are not enough for outsiders."

The two had lived together for three years, and Si Niang came to say goodbye that night, with a miserable expression, and said, "Because the concubine was innocent in life and never forgets to chant scriptures after death, the King of Pluto specially allowed me to be reborn in a prince's family, not tonight, goodbye Indefinitely." After saying that, he burst into tears.

Chen Gongbao put on a banquet to perform for Si Niang, the two drank fine wine, Si Niang sang generously through the wine, the singing was sad, and she sang every word, sang to the emotional point, choked up and sobbed, and the song stopped and stopped several times.

After singing a song, Si Niang got up and stood up, hesitating to say goodbye.Chen Gongbao tried his best to persuade Si Niang to stay, but Si Niang had no choice but to sit for a while, and heard the rooster crowing outside the window, and said, "I can't stay any longer. In the past, my son always blamed me for not refusing to make a fool of myself. My lord, keep a memory." Thinking with a pen, he scribbled down a few lines, and said: "My heart is sad and distracted, I don't have time to scrutinize the words and sentences. If the writing is not good, my lord, forgive me." Cover your sleeves and come out.

Chen Gongbao sent him to the door, and Si Niang fled away, disappearing in oblivion.

Feeling lost, Chen Gongbao picked up the poems and read them, only to see the beautiful handwriting, and the precious and precious ones were hidden in his arms. The poem said: "The palace has been locked in the deep palace for 17 years. Who will ask the old country to the blue sky? Take a leisurely look at the palace words to seal the trees, and weep for the king Turning into a cuckoo. The waves of the sea are slanting and the sunset is shining. The flute and drums of the Han Dynasty are still and the smoke is smoke. The beauty is weak, but it is hard to do anything. Hui Zhi’s heart is sad and only asks Zen. Recite a thousand lines of Bodhi every day, and read two or three pieces of beiye. Sing a pear garden song instead of crying , please listen to it alone, and you will be stunned."