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Chai Chen imagined that "her" voice would be as graceful as a yellow bird?

Or is it as crisp and melodious as a silver bell?

But I never thought that her voice was slightly low, feeling mellow and charming.

Chai Chen's mind flowed through a ghost story he had heard.

-- On the way to Beijing, a poor scholar entered a deserted ancient temple to take shelter from the rain.

In the middle of the night, there was a beautiful sound of the piano, and the person who played the piano was a beautiful and moving woman.

When a scholar meets a girl who looks like a fairy, he always wants to fall in love, not to mention that the woman is intent on seducing.

The sound of the urging piano hides the spring color and also hides the murderous intention.

In the ancient temple, the scholar and the woman are entangled beautifully,

The broken hair on his forehead hung softly on both sides, the white gauze danced in the wind, his hand held her soft tightly, he hugged her and kissed her, his lips were very light and gentle, like kissing a rose.

But when the moonlight came, the scholar found that the woman's cherry mouth had turned into a bloody mouth at some point, and her delicate and gorgeous face had become hideous and terrifying.

It was a sinister and cunning female ghost who used her beauty to look around for strong men to absorb yang essence.

The scholar looked at his instantly withered body and died in infinite remorse.

……

He is Chai Chen, he is not the scholar in the story - the poor and hateful, the fool who was carried away by the female color and died an unknown death.

He said to himself in his heart.

Over there, the "female ghost" had already picked up the seven strings on the ground, turned around and left.

- "Female ghost!"

He chased after him and said, "You don't want to get away with it, so you are making a fool of yourself!"

"She" turned around and asked inexplicably: "How do I want to get away with it, how can I make a fool of myself?"

He said: "You just played "Huanqin". ”

"Huanqin" was composed by Wan Yinian, a seven-string master of the Taizong Dynasty.

The repertoire made by everyone in their lifetime may be majestic or fresh and elegant, but "Huanqin" is a cheerful and agile style, which is not loved by the people of the time, so it is unheard.

But-

"This is the favorite song of the main hall,"

Chai Jue looked at "her" firmly: "The bamboo waves here are encircled, remote and ethereal, and the most suitable one is Wan Everyone's "Silence in the Forest". ”

The "female ghost" still looked at him coldly, silent.

He said to himself: "Or, playing the ancient song "Guangling San" and playing "Alpine Flowing Water" are more suitable than "Huanqin". ”

As he spoke, he drew the sword he had borrowed from the guard, Lao Lianghan, the night before.

Lao Lianghan told him that this sword had seen blood, carried five or six human lives, and was very angry, and the demons and monsters were most afraid.

"You played "Huanqin" to seduce me. ”

After finishing speaking, Chai Chen swung his sword and stabbed the "female ghost" hard.

The "female ghost" did not move at all, and when the sword blade was only an inch away from her, she pulled the seven strings over with a thunderous momentum and blocked forward.

- "Zheng!"

- "Zheng, Zheng!"

The blade of the sword slashed across the strings, making sporadic sounds.

"She" then used the seven strings to pull the force, and the blade of the sword crossed another string, and then another string.

Chai Chen stabbed forward again, and the "female ghost" flashed to the left, and then blocked it again with the piano.

In this way, every time he stabbed it, "she" used the seven strings to block it.

Unconsciously, Chai Chen unconsciously followed "her" seven strings to attack, and the sword blade kept cutting the strings, and actually played a song "Huanqin".

"Her" martial arts is definitely above him.

But "she" didn't fight back, just kept maneuvering like this.

Chai Chen saw clearly that "she" was manipulating him to fight against "her" himself.

He also tried to hold a sunspot in his left hand and a white piece in his right hand, playing against himself.

He understands how lonely it can be for a person who fights against him.

"She" is just a lonely "female ghost".

……

Chai Chen withdrew his sword gloomily.

"I'm not going to kill you. ”

The "female ghost" pouted disdainfully: "I'll talk about it if you can kill it." ”

Ignoring "her" taunts, he asked, "Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

"Yes,"

The "female ghost" stared at him, her eyes calm and calm, as if looking at a dead person.

She said, "I pray that idlers like you will not go into my bamboo forest again." ”

After that, "she" strode towards the depths of the bamboo forest with seven strings.

……

Back in the palace, Chai Chen was still in the clouds.

Has he already escaped?

It should be joyful, why is it lost?

For several days after that, he was in a daze.

It was as if a piece of soul had drifted somewhere, and he couldn't land on the ground, flying around in despair.

No matter what color he sees, he no longer thinks about "her" in a trance, and the "curse" has been lifted, so what's wrong?

"Second Highness," Gan Cheng, the chamberlain of the Shangfu Bureau, sent a few pieces of silk and said, "The scarlet silk from Yuezhou this time is a total of thirteen horses. Except for the four horses that were sent to the imperial concubine and the concubine, the official family said that the rest let His Royal Highness the Second Highness pick two horses first. ”

He is the only son of the former queen and has an extraordinary status. If there is anything rare in the palace, the official will definitely let him pick it first.

Chai Chen casually flipped through the satins, and his heart was strange, obviously it was a treasure of ingenuity, and he always felt dissatisfied.

He asked, "Is there a black one?"

Gan Cheng replied respectfully: "Your Highness, the texture of this scarlet silk can't seep color, and it has never been dark. ”

"Where's the plain one?"

"The Queen Mother doesn't like plain colors, so the silk and satin paid tribute are not plain. ”

Chai Chen asked again: "Is there a red one?"

Gan Cheng shook his head: "The red color is too showy, and the officials don't like it." ”

"The blue ......"

Chai Chen's words were halfway through when he was stunned.

Where is the solution to this spell?

It's clearly even more powerful.

Regardless of Gan Cheng's astonishment, he rushed out of the door and ran all the way in the direction of Xuande Gate.

Unlike the last time he was worried and panicked, this time he went to the bamboo forest, and Chai Chen was looking forward to it and apprehensive.

What to expect?

Worried about what?

He couldn't tell.

He only knows that the closer he is to the bamboo forest, the more steady his heart will be. His floating soul gradually landed.

It turned out that it was "she" who stole his soul.

What a naughty female ghost.

……

However, this time he didn't see the "female ghost".

One hour, two quarters of an hour.

He searched all the bamboo forests, but he still couldn't find them.

It's not a desire to get away with it, "she" really doesn't want to see him.

Chai Chen was depressed.

"She" is dashing and nowhere to be found, and he has to spend the rest of his life with the spell "she" casts.

Even if he will be a great treasure in the future, or reign in the world, or have three thousand beauties, or a house full of children and grandchildren, there will always be a piece of soul that is nowhere to be found.

How cruel "she" is.

I was about to turn back the way I came, but I found a stream at the end of the bamboo forest.

On both sides of the stream, there are flowers and plants, and on the slopes are peach trees. A gust of spring breeze blows, and peach petals flutter like rain.

He thought of Tao Qian's "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring": "Suddenly, I met the peach blossom forest, hundreds of steps between the shore, there were no miscellaneous trees in it, the fragrant grass was delicious, the fallen flowers were colorful, and the fishermen were very different." ”

Peach Blossom Spring, can there be his "Peach Blossom Fairy"?