Chapter 144 Gongsun Jiu Niang

In the July 1st case, Qixia and Laiyang counties had the most people who were killed. One day, hundreds of people were captured and killed in the martial arts arena. The ground is covered with blue blood and white bones. Officials are merciful, donating coffins, store goods, and buying them all. Those who were killed were often buried in the southern suburbs.

During the Jiayin period, Laiyang scholar went to Jinan, and two or three of his relatives and friends were also killed. Buy your own incense paper to pay tribute to the dead in the tomb. Not far from the tomb, there is a temple, and scholars live in it.

The next day, the scholar went to the city to do business. Before he returned at dusk, suddenly a teenager came to visit. Seeing that the scholar was not there, he took off his hat and went to bed, put on his shoes and lay on his back. The servant asked who it was, but the teenager closed his eyes and didn't answer. When the scholar returned, the night was hazy, and he couldn't distinguish the figure. He went to the bed to ask. The teenager stared and said, "I've been waiting for my master for a long time, and I asked, am I a thief?" The scholar smiled and said, "The master is here." The teenager hurriedly put on his hat, bowed, sat upright, and greeted each other. Listening to the teenager's accent, he seemed to have known each other and hurriedly stared at the lamp, but Zhu Sheng of the same county also died in the seventh difficulty.

The scholar was horrized and turned around to escape. Zhu Sheng forcibly grabbed him and said, "I have sex with the prince. Why should I be so unsympathetic? Although I am a ghost, I will never forget the feelings of my old friends. Even if it is offensive, please don't be suspicious. The scholar sat down and asked him what he wanted to do. Zhu Sheng said, "Let my niece live alone without a match. I want to marry her. I have repeatedly talked about the matchmaker, but I have been rejected. Ask the prince to persuade him that if the marriage is successful, don't forget the great virtue.

At the beginning, my niece lost her mother at a young age, lived in a scholar's house, and returned home at the age of 15. During the Qi Rebellion, he was captured in Jinan. His father was killed and cried to death.

The scholar said, "Marriage is up to parents. She has her own father. Why do you ask me?" Zhu Sheng said, "My father's coffin is not here for my nephew." The scholar asked, "Who did she rely on in the past?" Zhu Sheng said, "Living with the neighbor's old lady." The scholar thought to himself, "There is a difference between people and ghosts. How can they be a matchmaker?" Zhu Sheng said, "It's not too late. Please come with me." The scholar asked, "Where are you going?" Zhu Sheng said, "Don't ask a lot." Hold his hand and go out.

In the northbound, there are large villages, about dozens of families, to a house. Zhu Sheng knocked on the door, and an old lady came out and asked, "What are you doing?" Zhu Sheng said, "Go and tell your wife: Her uncle is here." The old lady turned around and left, returned for a moment, and invited the guests to enter the house. Looking at Zhu Sheng, he said, "The room is simple and narrow. Please wait outside the door." Zhu Sheng nodded and agreed, and said to the scholar, "You go in with her. Don't forget the purpose of this trip."

The scholar then entered and saw half a mu of barren court, two huts, and his niece greeted them outside the door. When their relatives met, they sobbed. The lights were shining in the room, and the niece was as beautiful as ever. With tears in his eyes, he asked, "Is your family healthy?" The scholar said, "It's all good, but your aunt passed away." My niece choked and said, "When I was young, I was raised by my aunt and didn't repay her kindness. I didn't want her to return to Jiuquan. I hate her. Last year, my uncle's eldest brother moved his father's remains and left me here alone. I don't think about it. Hundreds of miles away, Ling Dong is like a autumn swallow. Fortunately, my uncle was considerate and gave me gold and silk, and I received it.

The scholar asked for Zhu Sheng, and his niece bowed her head and said no. The old lady said, "Mr. Zhu once asked Mrs. Yang to come three or five times. The old man thought that the door was right, but the little lady refused to agree hastily. Now his uncle personally talked about the matchmaker, and he should be satisfied."

In words, a girl came out, seventeen or eight years old. At first sight of a scholar, she turned around and wanted to leave. My niece grabbed the corner of her skirt and said, "You don't have to do that. This is my uncle, not someone else." The scholar bowed, and the girl returned the gift. My niece said, "Her name is Gongsun Jiuniang, from Qixia County. The family of the family, now in the middle of the family, depressed and unssful. I will have contact with my son sooner or later.

The scholar looked at it, and Jiu Niang smiled and bent the autumn moon. She was ashamed and dizzy in the morning glow, and she was as beautiful as a fairy. He said, "It's really a lady. How can the children of the poor be so good? My niece laughed and said, "I'm still a college scholar. I'm proficient in poetry."

Juniang smiled and said, "The little girl has lost her reputation for no reason, and she is called her uncle's teeth cold." My niece smiled and said, "Uncle broke the strings and didn't get married. If he gets the little wife as his wife, he will be happy." Jiu Niang ran out with a smile and said, "Xiaoya's hair is crazy." The words are scattered.

When the beautiful woman left, the scholar's soul haunted. The niece seemed to be aware of it and said, "Jiu Niang is unparalleled in talent. If my uncle doesn't dislike her as a ghost, I'll set it up for you." The scholar was very happy and hesitated, "How can people and ghosts match?" My niece said, "It doesn't matter. You two are destined to be predestined." The scholar left, and his niece got up to see him off and said, "Five days later, Yueming Renjing, I will send someone to pick you up."

The scholar went outside the door and didn't see Zhu Sheng. Looking up to the west, the moon hung in the sky and identified the path in the dim yellow. Seeing a house in the south, Zhu Sheng sat on the stone in front of the door, got up to meet him, and said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time. This is a cold house. If you don't mind, go in and sit down." The two entered the house hand in hand. Zhu Sheng thanked him attentively. He took out a gold cup and a hundred pearls and said, "There is no long thing. This is a betrothal gift. Please accept it." He also said, "Although there is good wine at home, the underworld is not enough to entertain the guests. What can I do?" The scholar applied for thanks and retreated, and Zhu Sheng sent him halfway and said goodbye. Back in the temple, the monk asked about his whereabouts and said, "There are many ghosts nearby. Don't walk around." The scholar said, "I'm going to my friend's house for a drink. The monk doesn't need to worry."

Five days later, Zhu Sheng really came, with brocade and fast boots, and the folding fan shook gently, full of complacency. To the courtyard, look at the dust and worship. The scholar returned the salute and invited him to enter the house. Zhu Sheng smiled and said, "Congratulations, the marriage has been settled. Let's go to the bridal chamber tonight." The scholar said, "There has been no reply for a long time, and the bride price has not been given, how can we get married?" Zhu Sheng said, "The bride price, I have already sent it for you." The scholar thanked him repeatedly, and the two went to Zhu's house, and their nieces dressed up to welcome them. The scholar asked, "When did you come through the door?" Zhu Sheng said, "It's been three days."

The scholar issued a golden cup pearl to make a dowry for his niece. The niece refused and said, "I have proposed marriage to Mrs. Gongsun for my uncle. The old lady is very happy and said: There is only one daughter in the old body. I don't want Jiu Niang to marry far away. I will let you get married tonight. There is no man in the family. Please accompany me." When Zhu Sheng heard this, he immediately led the scholar to the end of the village. He saw a house, the door was open, and the two of them went to the hall. A moment later, someone said, "The old lady is here." The second maidservant helped an old lady out, and the scholar hurriedly kowtowed and saluted. The old lady said, "Old dragon bell, you can't return the gift. If you can avoid red tape, you can avoid it. He ordered his servants to hold a banquet and entertain the guests. The dishes are no different from the sun. But the old lady drank by herself and did not persuade her to drink.

After dinner, Zhu Sheng said goodbye, and the maidservant in green led the scholar into the room. Seeing Jiu Niang Lifu waiting, the two met again and went to bed with clouds and rain, which was extremely happy.

At the beginning, the mother and son of Jiu Niang were captured and originally planned to be escorted to Beijing. To Jinan, her mother couldn't stand the abuse and died, and Jiu Niang also killed herself. Recalling the past by the pillow, he choked and couldn't sleep. He wrote two poems: "In the past, Luo Shang turned into dust, and the empty generals hated the predecessor. Ten years of cold maple forest moon, this night meets the painting pavilion spring for the first time. Poplar wind and rain surround the lonely grave. Who wants the balcony to be more cloudy? Suddenly, I looked in the golden box and saw that the blood was still stained with the old Luo skirt.

Tian General Ming, Jiu Niang urged the scholar to leave and said, "Go back to the temple quietly. Don't disturb the servants." Since then, the two have been in love with each other day and night. One night, I asked Jiu Niang, "What's the name of this village?" Jiu Niang said, "Lai Xiali. Most of the ghosts here are from Qixia and Laiyang counties, so they are named after them. The scholar sighed when he heard the words. Jiu Niang said sadly and said, "Thousands of miles of soft soul, wandering helpless. The mother and son are alone, and the words are sad. If the prince cares about the old feelings, please collect the bones and move them to the side of the ancestral grave, so that after a hundred generations, I will have a place to inhabit, die and immortality. The scholar agreed.

Juniang said, "People and ghosts have different paths. You can't stay here for a long time." He untied Luo's socks and said goodbye with tears. The scholar came out sadly, as if he was lost, and he couldn't bear to return. He passed by Zhu's house and knocked on the door. Zhu Sheng went out to welcome him barefoot, and his niece also rose. His temples were fluffy. He was shocked to ask why. The scholar was sad for a long time before he relayed Jiu Niang's words. My niece said, "Even if my sister doesn't say it, I think so. This is not the world, it's better to go far away. So he cried relatively, and the scholar left with tears.

When he returned to his residence, the scholar tossed and turned hard to sleep. The next day, he wanted to find the grave of Jiu Niang. Before leaving, he forgot to ask for the mark, so he had to give up. When I went back at night, I was surrounded by thousands of graves, and I was lost in the path and returned with hatred. Opening the socks and staring, I saw that the wind smashed and rotten like ashes. I had no choice but to return to the east, and I couldn't let go for half a decade.

Later, the scholar did not forget Jiu Niang and went to the suburbs of Jinan to visit. When he arrived, it was getting late. He parked his carriage and horse in the temple and walked to the cemetery alone. I saw the barren mounds, the thorns were growing, the ghost fire was jumping, and the foxes were hissing. My heart was trembling and disappointed.

The scholar was in a bad mood. He rode back to his hometown. He walked east and saw a girl in the distance, alone in the tomb. The posture is very similar to that of Jiu Niang. Waving the whip forward, it was really her. Get off the horse and talk to her. If you don't know each other, she will turn around and leave. Approaching again and again, Jiu Niang's face was unhappy and angry. She raised her sleeves to cover her face. The scholar called his name repeatedly, but Jiu Niang turned a deaf ear and disappeared.