Window

 "Pity the poor man who has an empty front seat in the middle of the night, and does not ask the living but about the ghosts."——Li Shangyin

He saw her again in August, and he saw her walking slowly toward the thin pear tree outside the Buddha Hall. She was silent, like a shattered bronze mirror, briefly leaving a field of muted fragments after her tears filled her lapel, and without waiting for the palace staff to pick it up, she stepped on it with her bare feet. He was in late spring, pear blossom, but also dying, as if the frost and snow fell all over the place. Miserable white and piercing red mixed, melted into a half-dead powder, in the tree condensed a half-crippled real peony. Then he saw her sickly bones, pale and reclining on the pile of gorgeous brocade quilt, forlornly called him: Your Majesty.

He wanted to answer a sound, but once he made a sound, he did not see any pear tree peony, only he was alone in the cold bedroom lying, that strange scene is only a big dream in the end- Your Highness has not planted a pear tree in the palace, and she herself went away a year ago, the cause of death was infected with the plague that was prevalent in the city. In the palace city, everything is the emperor first; the emperor's health of his majesty's is important, so he was not able to see her last time, even her body was also burned by the ministers' conspiracy, saying that they did not want to let the disease spread in the palace.

For this reason, he also sent a good temper, but unfortunately, the person has passed away, burned is also burned, irreversible. Even if he is a tyrant, waving down the butcher's knife will be ministers of the head all cut down, no one can dance for him a song "ne shang yuyi", not to mention a rebellion will be suppressed, this time, hastily provoked, another light will be the rebellion, heavy will be the change of the dynasty.

Although it is said to plan things in the people, but to rely on God, the nine to five is only human, not to mention the method of bringing back the dead, even natural disasters can not be helped, can only appease the people of Kyushu after the fact to make the people's grievances to calm down and not the situation of the boiling. Two times to send your consort back to his mother's home, he had trouble sleeping and eating, as today's people are apart, he had to put his hopes on the matter of gods and ghosts. Taoist priests one by one, called into the palace, painting a variety of talismans, refining a variety of dan for a variety of laws, even the gold shakes have never seen. The study's ornaments smashed a lot, but the anger of the heart is difficult to calm. He even speculated that she is not because of the rebellion executed her brother and then killed himself, so in the dream, over and over again asked her: Are you not blaming me? And she just stood there, neither affirmation nor denial, only looked at him, eyes chi.

Finally, a Taoist shaking and shivering out a method, said hands in a particular position to set out a window, the human eye to look in to see the person they want to see. He will be convinced, a cold face will be sent out, determined that this time is useless, and will kill the Taoist priest.

Since the rebellion and her strange death, he can only find her outline in his memory, and her eyes are like a screen between the general from really seeing. But today, her face is now within the fox's window that his fingers have gathered together, and with just a glance, perhaps without even a glance, he can recognize that it is her.

The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, the spring breeze brushes the threshold, and the dew is thick.Her willow eyebrows, her bright eyes, the smile curved at the corner of her lips, the white teeth under her vermilion lips, the step by step gold shakes inserted on her cloud temples, the moon season tattooed on her tiered silk skirt, the jade bracelets hanging on her gelatinous skin, all appeared in front of his eyes in a flash at the moment, spelling out a living, breathing Noble Consort, smiling and running towards him. He was afraid that she would fall, so he reached out to pick her up, but this window is broken, there are no ghosts and gods of the medium, where is still what Guifei?He scrambled to reposition his hand, so the beautiful people were again in his eyes, smiling at him.

After this day, he will be the window on the day, they look at a few eyes from time to time, as if she really came to life, as if, sometimes even the political affairs can not be dealt with, to the living is not heard. Ministers do not know the inside story, but see the emperor obsessed with the matter of ghosts and gods, exhortation of the folders are handed over a book and a book, one by one, put out the posture of decay and do not spare the years of gestures, are determined to help the emperor to identify the false and false delusion, to remove the evils. The Zhang, folding sharp words, pleaded with the emperor not to step in the dust of the Han emperor. His Majesty was furious, the banishment decree was issued, and the entire courtroom was finally silent; no one dared to object.

In fact, His Majesty sees the Concubine is really just a phantom, just the emperor really wants to shut himself in a dead window, no one can let him out, courtiers can not, the Queen can not, he himself even more can not. But the dead window is not airtight, so that the son of heaven will die of lack of oxygen, but his remorse has borne paranoia, so that the order is not yet mature, Prince Supervisor ruling, they will be able to hold out for a day is a day of the idea of continuing to seek immortality.

That day, he rounded out a window as usual, the sight to explore, but saw her features twisted into a ball, a miserable sigh. He heard her speak: Your Majesty must not come to see your concubine again. After she finished speaking, she turned her face away, leaving him with only a real false shadow. He eagerly wanted to make a sound to keep her, but he saw her push open the window, and the already budded pear branches poked in, swaying in the wind. He dropped his fingers in bewilderment, empty of anyone around him, not even himself.

Push the window since there is a wind, just at this time it is already autumn, not better than spring, the wind blows although the depression, but also refreshing. He was almost fleeing to erase the traces of superstition a few months ago, Taoist priests were removed from the palace, about the legal affairs of the book were also sealed box. The emperor dealt with political affairs as usual, no longer talking about ghosts and gods; the ministers also tacitly shut up, so this matter as a page as if it had never existed.

The day after the emperor passed by the former consort's bedchamber, accidentally glimpsing her, he froze, as if he saw her from afar. Her shadow was a warm, soft light on the thin paper window, the house lights like a fox tail like jumping. It was as if she were still in her luxuriant palace dress, and with a wave of her arms and a droop of her willow brows she saw dolman sleeves fluttering about, and the gold hairpins in her dark hair clashing against each other with the crisp tinkling of jewels---he could almost see her through the window, and he could see her knitted brows and her smile. In a trance, he seemed to see the former beauty seemingly flora again, with a small head and eyebrows, smiling wryly, her lips gently opening, softly calling out to him. Then there is that soft laughter, as if laughing at how he is so stupid. Not waiting for him to answer a sound, the melodious singing voice resounded again, like water, seeping out of the doorway, filling the hall.

He walked straight forward, not having time to burst back from the courtiers, but only running towards the room in a single bound. For a moment, he thought that his former prayers had been answered, that the heavens had taken pity on him and returned her to him. He pushed open the door in ecstasy, his eyes scrambling to peer inside----

There was no one in the house. But three feet of hanging white silk, and a crumbling old oil lamp.