Jinjing Yiye sits, next to the desolate Yao Palace.

The stumps are not scattered, and there is a glow in the sun.

The ditch is empty and resentful, and the neon clothes are in vain.

He is like the grass on the side of Ze, and he still has to stay with mandarin ducks.

- Qing Gong words

At night, the moon is in the sky. In the middle of the night in the Forbidden City in Beijing, it is quiet and tranquil, except for the precious historical relics that remain in the palace, all that remains is the miserable desolation and sighs in the deep resentment in the dormitories......

This night, in the dead of night, there was no one in the Forbidden City. An old man who was guarding in front of the Forbidden City, as usual, after a simple inspection of the Forbidden City, he was about to go home from work.

Just as he went to the Forbidden City to check, a piano sound and a singing song came from the depths of the Forbidden City. This song is bleak and tactful, as if it is full of sadness. The old man who listened to it felt a little hairy in his heart, but he still didn't want to do anything wrong, and he was not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door! The principle boldly walked in.

He listened carefully to the song as he walked, and found that the lyrics were clear and fluent, and when he listened carefully, it was like a song adapted from a song, and the song sang:

"People fold peonies and are jealous, the petals are also broken, the branches are broken, and the flower soul lingers around the king. Outside the fang, the osprey flies away.

In the past, the Eastern Emperor Gan Shu poured it, the Holy Lord Long Tao, the democratic Ge Yao, how could the west wind rain Xiaoxiao, thanked Qiong Yao, and cried Hua Chao. ”

The singing cycle repeats itself, and the song is sung back and forth.

The old man looked for the sound of the piano, came to the Zhenshun Gate at the north end of the Ningshou Palace of the Forbidden City, looked at a well with suspicion and curiosity, and saw a woman in Qing Dynasty clothes sitting by the well. She was dignified, richly dressed, and had a faint sadness on her face, and she was stroking the piano while crying and singing......

When the old man saw this, he thought that the guests who came and went during the day had lost their way in the palace, or were playing a prank. He interrupted and said, "Alas, girl, are you a guest who came to this Forbidden City during the day and got lost?" ”

After hearing this, the woman stopped the strings in her hand, sighed softly, with a hint of ethereal resentment in her tone, and said lightly: "Yes, I am lost!" ”

"Then I'll take you out! The Forbidden City is eerie at night, you are not a little girl who is not suitable for a long stay, hurry up and go back! The old man said kindly.

"I can't go, my home is in the Forbidden City. I've been waiting for him here for more than a hundred years, but he still hasn't appeared, but it's okay, I'll be here until he shows up......" After the woman finished speaking, a thick fog gradually rose, and slowly, the woman disappeared in an instant......

When the old man saw this, he suddenly remembered that this well was the one that buried Concubine Zhen's life. Could it be that just now, what I saw was the ghost of Concubine Zhen's tragic death? Before he had time to think about it, the old man felt that he must have met a ghost. Thinking of this, he panicked in his heart, pulled out his legs and ran out. However, when he ran to a palace corridor, he was not very disturbed by something. In the end, the old man fell to the ground, only to see blood flowing and staining the corridor red......

People in the world can have a few sorrows, and the trade-offs between success and failure will be rested.

Only Yiren Sijun's tears flowed to the end of the world!

- Qing Gong words