Chapter 47 third quarter

Just when I was about to find a reason to excuse Chen Tang, a very unpleasant thing happened.Wan Zhang actually led dozens of young knight-errants to attack Tingwei Prison, trying to usurp Chen Tang.Fortunately, there was a split among them, and one of Wanzhang's followers secretly came to me under the pressure of his wife to inform me. Only then did I know that there were at least ten wardens in Tingwei Prison who were bribed by Wanzhang.I was furious, and arrested all these wardens quietly, and secretly dispatched hundreds of crossbowmen to lie in ambush around the entire Tingwei Prison.As soon as Wan Zhang's team arrived, they were surrounded by my subordinates. After a scuffle, Wan Zhang left behind a dozen corpses of his disciples, and fled with a few remnants.When cleaning the battlefield, I was surprised to find that there was a young woman among the corpses at the scene. According to the prison guards I knew, she was Wan Zhang’s younger sister named Wan Xin. She was shot in the heart and died on the spot.When I saw this woman's face, I felt a little pity, she was really pretty, but it's a pity that she died so inexplicably.For a moment, I almost regretted it.what did I do?Obviously saving Chen Tang is our common goal, why do I have to shoot them?Is it just for gambling?If Zhang Bo knew, would his ghost come and blame me anyway?

Thinking of these, my spirit is getting worse and worse. One day, after listening to a scary ghost story told by Niannian, I lay lazily on the couch, looking at the warm sunshine outside the window, and asked Niannian: "Are there really ghosts in this world? If so , why have I never seen it before?" Chang Nian said: "My lord, ghosts naturally exist, otherwise they would not have spread so widely. There are only two kinds of people in the world who can see ghosts, one is childlike, and the other is Taoist. You can see them occasionally. But the shape of ghosts is very weird and terrifying, and it’s best if we ordinary people don’t see them, otherwise wouldn’t we scare ourselves?”

I nodded, it was really hard to imagine the days when I could see ghosts every day.I asked again: "What kind of place might have ghosts?" "Old house, like ours." He raised a finger and pointed to the beam. The mansion of our Marquis Liling was bestowed by the first emperor. It is said that when it was built, it belonged to another prince. This prince later committed suicide, and after killing his own wife and two sons, he hanged himself .At that time, Emperor Xiaowu was furious, and specially deposed his title for this reason, preventing his heirs from inheriting it.Later, I ordered Jiang Zuo, a master craftsman, to repair and decorate the house, and then gave it to my elder father, Chen Zhenlu, the first generation of Liling Marquis who made great achievements in the war against the Xiongnu.

More than forty years have passed. This house has been handed down from my elder father to my father to me. It has been more than forty years. Before I inherited the title, I didn't want to inquire about it. Now I feel like I'm entitled. So I asked Chen Changnian: "Mr. Changnian, you are a servant of my family. From birth to now, you have lived here for more than forty years. You have served my elder father and father. You should know this house very well? After so many years Come on, has anything weird happened to it?" He was silent for a while, and said firmly: "Yes, there are more than one or two."

I didn't expect his answer to be so affirmative. I felt a chill in my heart and asked, "Really? Where is it? What is it?" He hesitated a bit, "The Zhuanghou and the Jiehou have set rules for these, and we servants are not allowed to talk nonsense." Zhuanghou and Jiehou are the posthumous titles of my eldest father and father. I also know that they have established this rule. Maybe this is the reason why I myself live in this house, but I have never heard anything strange.But now that I am the master of the house, everything is naturally up to me.So I asked: "This rule has been abolished since I started, tell me quickly."

Chang Nian said: "Actually, Marquis Zhuang and Marquis Jie don't let us servants talk nonsense, it's because our house does have a lot of weirdness." As he spoke, a frightened look appeared on his face. Infected by his expression, my spine felt chills, and the blood all over my body went straight to the top of my head. Although the warm golden sunlight was slanting into the house at the moment, it was no match for the bleak feeling of the old house.I subconsciously called out: "Luo Fu, come quickly." Suddenly there was the sound of light footsteps from the back of the hall. Luo Fu lifted the curtain and walked in, his eyes rolled around, and he said with a smile: "My husband is listening to the old uncle telling ghost stories again? Since you are afraid, why not?" Why do you need to listen!"

I stretched out my hand to her and said pitifully: "Come here, let's listen together." I pointed to the maid behind her and ordered: "You, too, sit in the corner of the hall, don't leave, and listen with us." The maids pursed their lips and smiled slightly, and sat down on the mats on the west side of the hall. Luo Fu and I sat side by side, and I held her warm hands, and my heart began to feel at ease, and I ordered Chang Nian: "Now, you can tell the story of this house."