On the night when I was on duty at the Changchun Palace, I saw a female ghost lying on the window lattice, dragging her tongue to the ground, staring at the emperor's concubine on the couch.
Others can't see it, but I can.
Grandpa said that my destiny is Yin, and I am born to attract dirty things. In the seven years since I entered the palace, I pretended to be blind and flawless, and went from sweeping the floor to the aunt in charge.
Until I was demoted to the cold palace Changqiu Palace.
There was no one there - only a ghost. A ghost prince who died two dynasties.
He stared at me in the mirror, his golden vertical pupils without any warmth: "Can you see me?"
I said yes.
He said that was just right, he could accompany me to relieve my boredom. Once you've solved it, eat it.
I said, Your Highness, wait a minute, I have a way to get you out.
He asked what the solution was.
I said: "There is witchcraft in Nanyang, and you can invite ghosts to take over your body. You lend me my body to go out of the cold palace to find a way to solve it, and I will lend your power to send me to Qingyun."
He didn't speak
But later, people in the palace discovered that the palace maid who was stepped into the mud suddenly began to rise all the way up.
The eunuch who made things difficult for her in the chamberlain lost her tongue and injured her hand muscles overnight.
The concubine in front of the emperor, who was wearing small shoes, started to go crazy for no reason.
Until the emperor fell ill, the palace invited an old sorcerer with profound magic power to eliminate evil spirits. The old Taoist could see through the ghost possessing me at a glance. Either I would kill him with my own sword, or he would be treated as an evil spirit and get rid of him.
I didn't say anything. I turned around and entered the formation with my sword in hand. I stabbed the sword into his chest. I watched him dissipate little by little.
Three months later, the Marquis of Huaiyang and I got married. Everyone said that the female court official and the young general were a match made in heaven.
On the day of the wedding, firecrackers were blasting and the makeup was red, but it was not the Marquis of Huaiyang who took off my hijab that night.
The red candle flickered, and the familiar face in front of him was as handsome as before, but his eyes were filled with jealousy and laughter.
The voice of his gritted teeth came to my ears: "Master Zhaoyi, what a scenery."
Intention: Live toward the sun and save each other