Chapter 81 Lin Siniang

Chen Gongbao, a native of Qingzhou Road, Fujian, sits alone at night. A woman picks up a curtain and enters, wearing a long-sleeved palace suit. She is gorgeous and doesn't know each other.

The woman smiled and said, "Isn't the prince lonely to live alone late at night?"

Chen Gongbao asked, "Who is the girl?"

The woman said, "The concubine's house is not far from here, just in the western suburbs." Chen Gongbao suspected that she was a ghost, but when he saw that the woman's temperament was elegant, he was not afraid. He took her hand and sat down. The two talked about poetry. The woman was very talented and talked about it. Chen Gongbao was very happy. He held the woman in his arms and hurriedly took off her clothes.

The woman didn't resist and asked with a smile, "Are there any other people in the room?" With that, he took a look at the gate.

Chen Gongbao was so understanding that he quickly ran to close the doors and windows and said, "There is no one else." The two went to bed happily. The woman looked shy and said, "My concubine is 20 years old this year, and she is still a virgin. Please be gentle."

After the cloud and rain, the sheets turned red, and the two whispered on the pillow. The woman called herself "Lin Siniang".

Chen Gongbao asked, "Can you tell me about my wife's origin?"

Lin Siniang said, "I am chaste all my life, and I am frivolous by the prince. If you love me, you can stay together forever in the future. Why do you ask?" While talking, the chicken crowed outside the window, and the woman got up to leave.

Since then, Lin Siniang will come at night. The two of them close the door and drink, and occasionally talk about the rhythm. The Siniang is versatile and proficient in piano and music. Chen Gongbao asked her to sing music. Si Niang said, "I learned it when I was a child, and I haven't practiced it for a long time. I'm afraid I'm strange and can't play it well. Don't laugh at me." I took a lyre, played it while playing it, and stretched my voice at the same time. I sang the tunes of "Yi" and "cool", and the song was sad. After singing a song, I burst into tears.

After listening to the song, Chen Gongbao touched his heartstrings and felt sad. He comforted him, "My wife, don't sing the sound of subjugation in the future. It sounds sad."

Si Niang said, "Joy is born from the heart. Joy cannot make the mourner happy, and the mourner cannot make the happy sad." Chen Shubao nodded and said nothing more. The two were close to each other. Over time, their family noticed that Chen's mother saw that Si Niang was beautiful and suspected that she was not a woman on earth, not a ghost. He persuaded his son not to have anything to do with her in private, but Chen Gongbao didn't listen.

This night, the two talked under the lamp. Chen Gongbao asked, "Siniang, someone told me that you are a ghost. Is this true?"

Si Niang said sadly, "That's the point. I can't hide it anymore. The concubine was originally the maid of King Heng's Palace, but she died in distress at the age of seventeen. I feel that you are righteous, so I entrust you for life. I really don't dare to have any bad thoughts, let alone harm the prince. If the prince is worried about me, then the concubine will leave.

Chen Gongbao swore, "I dare not dislike the girl at all, but the relationship between you and me is extraordinary, so I specially ask about the origin, but it is also a kind of concern." He also asked about the old things in the palace in detail, and the woman said vividly. Speaking of sadness, I choked and couldn't speak.

Si Niang doesn't like to sleep at night. She likes to sit still and read all kinds of Buddhist books such as the Zhun Sutra and the Diamond Sutra. Chen Gongbao asked, "Can ghosts also recite scriptures and repent?" Si Niang said, "Yes. The concubine has fallen for life, and she recites the scriptures devoutly every day, hoping to be a good family in the afterlife.

The days went by, and the two of them commented on the poems happily. Whenever there are flaws in the poem, Si Niang points out one by one, and when she encounters a good masterpiece, she recites it in a grace voice. Her singing voice is gentle and romantic, which is very useful in the ears, which makes people unconsciously forget fatigue.

Chen Gongbao sometimes asks, "Can my wife make poems?"

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

Chen Gongbao smiled and said, "Let me have a look."

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

The two lived together for three years. This night, Si Niang came to say goodbye. She looked miserable and said, "The Pluto did not forget to read the scriptures after death because I was innocent before my death. He specially allowed me to reinvite into the prince's family. Don't be here tonight. See you again." After saying that, I burst into tears.

Chen Gongbao set up a banquet to practice for her. The two of them drank wine. With the sake of alcohol, Siniang sang generously, sang sadly, word by word, sang to the emotional place, choked and sobbed, and the number of songs stopped.

After singing a song, Si Niang stood up and wanted to leave. Chen Gongbao tried his best to stay. Si Niang was helpless and sat for a moment. She heard the rooster outside the window and said, "I can't stay any longer." The prince used to blame me for refusing to make a fool of himself. Now I will say goodbye and write a poem for him as a souvenir. Thinking about it, he wrote down several lines of fonts and said, "I'm sad and confused, and I don't have time to review the words. I'm sorry for not writing well. Cover your sleeves and come out.

Chen Gongbao was sent outside the door, and the fourth woman suddenly es away and disappears.

Chen Gongbao was sad and lost. He picked up the poem and read it. He saw that the handwriting was beautiful, and it was treasured and hidden in his arms. The poem said, "If you have been locked in the deep palace for 17 years, who will ask the blue sky in the old country? Looking at the hall's seal of the tree, I cried and looked at the king turning into a cuckoo. The waves of the sea are shining at night, and the Han family's flute drums are silent and smoke. The beauty is weak and hard to be fierce, and the Hui quality is sad and only asks Zen. Read thousands of sentences of Bodhi every day and read two or three articles of Beiye. Singing the song of the pear garden and crying, please listen to it alone.