I still remember a popular saying: for love, even if I am disfigured, it is worth it. Of course, no one takes this sentence seriously, because it was originally circulated as a joke. Whenever I am angry, I have to ask myself: Is there so-called love in this world? If so, why can't I see it? Today, I want to tell the true story of a woman.
Green beads are not green beads, but women. She was a singer, a Bobai. After Shi Chong bought her with the most precious pearls in the Three Lakes, she became Shi Chong's concubine. What woman is the most considerate? They are prostitutes because they read countless people. What woman is the worst lover? They are prostitutes, too, because most of them were abandoned by people at their stage. But the green beads are different. Shi Chong is very kind to her, and she lives happily. However, in the eyes of the world, it is this immediate happiness that brings greater misfortune in the future. In fact, I think she is happy and will be happy until she dies.
Fairy tales often end with a sentence: From then on, she and the prince lived happily together. But the story I told is not a fairy tale, but a true story. In a true story, a happy life is always short. The prince of Zhao heard about the beauty of Lvzhu and asked Shi Chong for it. Shi Chong won't give it to you: 500 ladies-in-waiting, you can take it as you like, and Lvzhu can't take it alone. The prince of Zhao became angry from embarrassment and sent his troops to beg for it. Just as the enemy rushed downstairs, Lvzhu fell dead. After Shi Chong was subdued, he just wanted to die. To tell you the truth, I'm a little surprised at this point in the story. Lvzhu is a dusty woman, so she should be heartless. Shi Chong is only rich, and the prince of Zhao is so powerful that she has no reason to fight death. And Shi Chong was fascinated by the beauty of Green Pearl. Now that Lvzhu is dead, he has no reason not to live, but to die alone. The only reason I can think of is that they love each other. Although I don't know if this reason is tenable, I can only do so, and I am also confused when I am happy. I admit that I am not very rational now.
Later generations someone wrote a poem to comment on this matter very rationally, and the poem commented:
Shi Chong was so sorry for you the other day. If you hand over the apple in your eyes, you will be surprised at the dream at the top of the building. Seven feet broken with coral, the whole body is muddy like falling flowers. Where are the singers and dancers? Jingu Garden is empty, and jathyapple is brightly lit.