Con Luan the doorkeeper: There are ten thousand ghosts behind me

Gengzi year, winter.

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Lantern Festival.

In the capital, the palace wall of the Qing Imperial Palace lit up a circle of big red lanterns, the sound of opera came from the Changyin Pavilion, the golden glazed tiles projected a thousand miles of rivers and mountains picture scroll, at seven o'clock in the evening, the palace gate was already crowded with people, this is all waiting for the visitors who enter at night.

For the first time in a hundred years, this is the first time in a hundred years that the Qing Palace Museum has been open to the public at night, and it is usually open during the day and closed until four o'clock.

Whether it is hearsay or circulating on the Internet, we all know that the palace is not open at night, and the reason is that the palace is extremely cloudy at night, and there have been many unbelievable strange events, especially about a pair of embroidered shoes that appeared in the square in the palace, as well as the eunuch carrying the lantern and the laughter in the dry well.

As for whether the rumors are true or not, there are different opinions, after all, the officials have never publicly stated their position.

The time, half past seven, is still half an hour before the opening of the palace gate at night.

Inner palace area, Fengxian Hall.

The family temple of the Ming and Qing dynasties of the royal family worships the ancestors, there is a two-storey attic in a small courtyard in the west of the main hall, the building is lit with dim kerosene lamps, because there is no electricity here, in the courtyard in front of the attic there is an old man of seventy or eighty years old lying on a reclining chair, and beside this old man stands a young man of about twenty years old with his hands behind his back.

An old man and a young man did not speak, the old one was recuperating behind closed doors, and the young one was holding a few five emperor coins in his hand and there was a "bang" sound, he looked at the palace group in the east and said softly: "Grandpa, tonight's palace is not too peaceful...... "

East of the Fengxian Palace, from the noon gate to the Taihemen Square, and then from the West Road to the city tower, is the area opened by the Qing Palace this night.

A group of people suddenly came over outside the courtyard, led by Cao Zhengfan, the director of the Qing Palace Museum, who came to the attic with a vice president and a few staff members who were responsible for tonight's opening, and saw an old man and a young man in the courtyard.

The old man is called Chen Daolin, the palace keeper of the Qing Palace Museum.

The young man is his grandson named Chen Jingzhi.

The palace at night is not peaceful, this is not a rumor, but it is true, from the abdication of the last emperor of the Qing Dynasty, the Qing Dynasty fell apart, it has been more than 100 years of history, in this long period of time, this huge palace group because of the accumulation of yin energy, coupled with the eunuchs and palace maids who once died in the palace Some grievances have not been dispersed, it is destined that the night in the palace has become a stage for all kinds of ghosts.

Counting from Chen Jingzhi upwards, three generations of the Chen family are the palace keepers of the Qing Palace.

The town is evil, three evils and five diseases, guarding the palace in all directions, stable and peaceful.

Dean Cao Zhengfan walked into the courtyard, Chen Daolin had already opened his eyes and nodded to him, and the other party said: "The old gentleman has half an hour when the palace gate is open to welcome tourists, and the Qing Palace is open at night for the first time in a hundred years, although we have made all preparations for these areas to open, but just in case, we still have to ask you to come out and sit in the town"

Chen Daolin straightened up and said: "The Chen family is the guardian of the Forbidden City, and guarding the palace is our responsibility, and Dean Cao does not need to be polite."

"Xiao Wang, come here, follow Mr. Chen for a while, you just listen to his orders, if there is anything to be said by the old man, you don't need to report it to me" Cao Zhengfan turned around and pointed to the young man in his thirties and said.

"My name is Wang Changming, old ......"

Chen Daolin waved his hand at this time, and then pointed to the grandson next to him and said: "I won't go out tonight, just let him come, my grandson Chen Jingzhi".

Cao Zhengfan was stunned, he didn't seem to expect Chen Daolin to come forward but sent his grandson out, he glanced at Chen Jingzhi, this young man looked thin and clean, no different from the college students outside, but let him come to calm tonight's scene Cao Zhengfan always felt that it was not enough.

Cao Zhengfan said euphemistically: "The old gentleman is no longer thinking about it?"

"Jingzhi has lived in the palace with me since he was a child, you are afraid that you don't know the chaos that has occurred at night many times in the palace, sometimes I am too lazy to move Most of it is handled by him, when he was ten years old, he came to the Qing Palace to repair, and Chen Jingzhi has always been by the side of the Lei family, this companion is more than three years, if you talk about the layout of this palace, he may be much more familiar than you" Chen Daolin seemed to be aware of the disbelief of these staff, and suddenly said: "He also studied martial arts with Mr. Gong's son for eight years!" Chen

Daolin mentioned the two people, style Lei and Mr. Gong, both have a deep relationship with the Qing Palace, the former is commonly known as the Lei family, the ancestors of the Lei family pay attention to the construction of a technique, the construction of this palace is from the hands of the ancestors of the Lei family, from the Ming to the Qing Dynasty, whether it is a product or the residence of the emperor's relatives, eighty percent are also built by the Lei family.

Chen Daolin said that Mr. Gong is called Gong Baotian, who was born as a master in the palace, and later died in the Qing Dynasty Gong Baotian left the palace to be Zhang Zuolin's bodyguard, in that troubled era, he relieved Zhang Dashuai at least five times of danger and ensured that he would not die for six years.

When Cao Zhengfan heard Chen Daolin say this, his expression was obviously relaxed, he looked at Chen Jingzhi and nodded, and said: "Then I will trouble Mr. Xiao tonight, please do your best"

A clear smile appeared on Chen Jingzhi's clean face, nodded and said: "There is no need to ......say more about the matter".

A few minutes later, Chen Jingzhi walked out of the attic with a canvas bag on his shoulder, followed behind Cao Zhengfan and others, Chen Daolin in the courtyard looked at the back of the group disappeared into the night, and said softly: "Even if you are my grandson, if you want to become a teacher, you have to be tested, tonight the palace door is wide open, I hope you can be magnificent, after all, you have more things to do in the future!"

At 7:55, Chen Jingzhi and Wang Changming stood in the square outside the noon gate, mixed with many tourists.

In five minutes, the Qing Palace Museum at night will be bustling with people for the first time in a century.

"Is there really a lot of dirty stuff in the palace at night?" asked Wang Changming curiously.

Chen Jingzhi glanced at him and asked, "Report your birthday"

"What are you doing?" Wang Changming asked puzzled.

"I see if your eight characters are hard or not, if it is not hard, then the yang is light and the yin is heavy, and when you enter the palace, the dirty things may come to you"

Wang Changming was suddenly taken aback and said: "Is there really one?"

Chen Jingzhi looked at the brightly lit courtyard wall in front of him and said: "Since this palace was built, there have been twenty-four emperors in the two dynasties, but no one knows how many eunuchs, palace maids and concubines there are in the Ming and Qing dynasties, some of these people can die well, but a considerable part of them are buried in the palace, even the prince and concubine have this possibility, there is a sentence you may not have heard, but I think the description is very appropriate"

Wang Changming subconsciously asked: "What?"

"The deep palace compound is thirty thousand miles, and the white bones are also three feet high" Chen Jingzhi whispered in Wang Changming's ear with a smile: "If you have nothing to do, just take a shovel and go to dig under the tree in any garden, I will keep you digging for a meter or so to dig out a pile of white bones, not to mention the dozens of dry wells, how many dead people do you guess are haunted?"