Since I was a child, I have known how to confess my fate.
I know that in a troubled world, this is the best way to preserve.
However, fate did not let me go easily because of my gentleness and peace.
It gave me a beautiful face and threw me among many ambitious men.
I became a pawn in their struggle, helplessly caught up in the vortex of politics and the turmoil of my home country.
"Red face and bad water" has become synonymous with me.
Beauty became my biggest fault.
My name is Chen Yuanyuan.
My greatest wish in this life is to find someone who truly loves me, like an ordinary couple, to spend the rest of my life in peace and quiet.
But for the rest of his life, it was just a wish.
1
I was born in the last days of a dynasty.
When I was very young, my parents died.
I haven't even had time to remember their faces.
All I remember is that my father was a freight man, who often carried the goods on his back and walked the streets.
Sometimes when business was better, he would bring me a rattle, and in the summer courtyard he would shake and the rattle would make a "creak" sound.
My mother would gently shake my hand and laugh with me.
After my parents died, my kind uncle adopted me.
Since then, I have changed my surname to "Chen" (originally surnamed Xing) with him.
My name is Chen Yuan, and the word is round.
When I was 8 years old, gangnam was hit by heavy water, and the crops were not harvested.
On the street, hunger is everywhere.
My uncle's family was also hungry and skinny.
Another day, he came back from outside, and took a few large white buns in his hands for the first time in the world.
I stared at the bun tightly, and my stomach seemed to be hungry and hurt more.
My uncle gave me the bun, then touched my head lightly and sighed.
I don't know why he sighed, but he just felt that the steamed bun in his mouth had never been so sweet.
The next day, my uncle took me to the door of the Suzhou Pear Garden.
A middle-aged woman greeted me, saw me, and let out a sigh of amazement.
At that time, I was already born with a beautiful embryo, and my neighbors often praised me.
But I just watched incomprehensibly as my uncle took the silver from the woman's hand, and he let go of the hand that was holding me, took a few steps, turned back, looked at me, and finally took a big stride.
I looked at his back, and at that moment, I felt familiar and strange.
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2
In the pear orchard, there are many little girls of my age.
They may have been like me, sold by relatives and parents in exchange for a few pieces of silver.
I know that the taste of hunger is very difficult, and the moment of death is very terrible.
As I grew up, I could gradually understand my uncle's mood at that moment. He wanted to save the family, and I, after all, was an outsider.
But it will still be sad and sad.
I am not the one who is firmly chosen, I am not the one who can get unreserved love.
When I was fourteen or fifteen years old, I started to take the stage.
At that time, I played the red lady in "The Tale of the West Chamber", and walked onto the stage with a na na, and the people were as beautiful as flowers, like clouds.
The warblers crow, and the six horses lean back.
I saw the crowded spectators in the audience, holding their breath and fascination.
Are they looking at me, or are they looking at the Red Lady in their minds?
Later, my name became known to more and more people.
Every time you perform, the park is crowded with spectators.
They all said that there was a pear garden prostitute Chen Yuanyuan in Suzhou, who was "leisurely and elegant, and Yixiu Yifeng" and "the soul of the viewer was broken.".
Pear Garden prostitute Oh——
In that era, it was also the Isel people after all.
3
When I met Mao Xiang, I had just turned 18.
It should have been an ordinary spring day, and he passed through Suzhou and came to visit me at the recommendation of his friends.
In fact, I have long heard of his name. Born in a family of eunuchs, At the age of 14, he published a collection of poems "Xiangli Garden", which was known as one of the four princes of the world.
When he stood in front of me with a long jade body and a graceful manner, my long-silent heart suddenly had a vivid beating.
I fell in love with his smile, with the warmth of the sun, reminding me of the rattle that swayed in my father's hand, and reminding me of the tenderness stretched out on my mother's face.
I greeted him like a sunflower facing the sun.
In many days of tenderness and sweetness, two hearts, he promised me that he would treat me well for the rest of my life.
He said he would come and pick me up, he would take me to meet my family, he would marry me, he would ask me to wait for him.
I waited, waited, but he didn't come.
He lost his appointment, and I was cold-hearted.
I just understood that the word oath was like this, with a mouth and no heart.
In the mid-spring of the fifteenth year of Chongzhen (1642), I was robbed by my foreign relative Tian Hong and taken to Beijing.
I always remember that day very clearly.
I was 19 years old.
4
When I sat on the carriage into Beijing, my heart was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
It's not that you don't worry about the road ahead.
But I know that it is useless to worry.
Because there is nothing you can do, because there is nothing you can do.
Being bought and sold, being betrayed, being robbed, the first 19 years of life, is already like this.
Fate kept pushing me forward, and I tried to resist, but only to get a colder blow.
Is this the fate of the pawns?
So this time, what can I exchange for this chess piece for the person who plays chess?
When I was quietly carried into Miyagi Castle, I knew that it was a prominent merit and a great fortune.
Relying on his daughter Tian Guifei, Tian Hongyu was once favored. However, Tian Guifei died of illness not long ago, and he thought of me.
Unfortunately, Tian Hong met the wrong person.
At this time, the Chongzhen Emperor needed not a beautiful person who fell into the city, but a man who could "turn the tide of the tide and help the building to fall".
The moment I passed by Chongzhen, I saw the look in his eyes.
That look was sad and fearful, and there was a deep loneliness and helplessness.
It was as if I had suddenly seen myself, the self who, like him, was shrouded in a great fate and had nowhere to escape.
5
After being returned by the Chongzhen Emperor, I returned to Tianfu.
Tian Hongyu is over sixty years old, but his desire for beauty is probably age-free.
I knew that he had always wanted to take me as a concubine.
The reason why he has not acted is only because at this time he needs a strong reliance to consolidate his position.
The war situation was chaotic, with Qing soldiers outside Guanxi rebelling, and rebellions in Guanxi that were difficult to quell.
Tian Hongyu is not in a hurry.
At this moment, Wu Sangui, who was "brave to crown the three armies and filial piety to the nine sides", appeared in front of his eyes.
He finally smiled, and because of me, he finally had more value to play.
At a banquet, when Tian Hongyu and Wu Sangui were staggering, I boarded the scene in a hurry.
A gorgeous makeup, a gentle singing voice, and a dancing posture.
I saw Tian Hongyu's satisfied smile and the undisguied fascination in Wu Sangui's eyes, and I knew that in the future, I would belong to this man named Wu Sangui.
I thought that this time, as many times before, he coveted my beauty and I depended on his protection.
My mind and body are clearly separated.
But I was wrong.
Obviously, I thought I would never love again, I would never believe in love anymore, but I still planted a heel in this man.
6
Different from the delicate literary quality of Mao Xiang, Wu Sangui is a heroic hero who is full of literature and martial arts and conquers the battlefield.
In this chaotic world, everyone is terrified, and the present day does not know tomorrow, but he is just like a fish in the water, and he is at ease.
On the first day of March in the seventeenth year of Chongzhen (1644), Li Zicheng's rebel army approached Juyongguan and was about to attack the city.
Beijing was in danger, and the Ming court had to bet all its money on Wu Sangui, who had a heavy army outside Guanwai.
However, the situation changed rapidly, and Li Zicheng's army finally captured Beijing with the momentum of destruction and decay.
The Chongzhen Emperor ended his life with a posture of hanging in mid-air.
Before hanging himself, he personally stabbed his queen and children, leaving only a long sigh——
"May Ru wait for the rest of the world, and not give birth to the emperor's house."
The Ming Dynasty, which has been in full swing for nearly 300 years, has come to a bleak end.
He finally entered his own destiny, and I, where should I go?
After Li Zicheng's army captured Beijing, I was plundered by his subordinate Liu Zongmin.
I can still remember him lying drunkenly in my ear and saying, "I'm going to take you as a concubine." ”
This was followed by a burst of laughter.
The smell of his body was pungent and frightening.
At that moment, I missed Wu Sangui incomparably.
I fantasized in my mind that he would ride a high-headed horse and lead a brave army, like a savior, to save me from fire and water.
In fact, I am just an ordinary woman.
When the crisis comes, I unconsciously want to find a place to rely on.
What I never understood was that no one but myself could be my eternal reliance.
7
Wu Sangui's army finally came to fight.
At this time, he was faced with a dilemma: on the one hand, the Dashun regime that destroyed the Ming Dynasty, and on the other hand, the Qing army was eyeing the tiger.
He can only choose to surrender, or to surrender, and there seems to be no third way.
At first, he was more inclined to Li Zicheng, after all, the other side not only sent envoys to surrender, but also gave military food and silver.
But what kind of a character Wu Sangui is, he will not leave a way out for himself.
Therefore, while he surrendered, he did not mistakenly accept the olive branch thrown by Dorgon.
On the eve of his surrender, he received two letters, one from Wu Sangui's father advising him to surrender to Li Zicheng, and the other saying that Wu Sangui's father had been arrested by Liu Zongmin and severely tortured. And I, his concubine, was also occupied by Liu Zongmin.
These two letters deeply hurt Wu Sangui's self-esteem as a man.
More importantly, it made him realize the fact that once he surrendered, he would be humbled to others.
He shaved his hair in pigtails and expressed to Dorgon his sincerity and determination to surrender.
Under the joint attack of Wu Sangui and Dolgun, Li Zicheng and Liu Zongmin were invincible, and they packed up gold and silver jewelry and wanted to take me with them to Shanxi.
In order to get out, I told Li Zicheng:
If Wu Sangui knew that I had been taken captive, he would certainly not give up the pursuit easily. It is better to let me stay, on the one hand, I can persuade Wu Sangui not to pursue and kill again, on the other hand, I can also buy time for the Dashun army to escape.
I did not expect that Li Zicheng actually believed it.
On the face of this generation of tyrants, I suddenly found that he had some similar expressions to Wu Sangui.
In the seventeenth year of Chongzhen (1644), Wu Sangui opened the Gate of Shanhaiguan and led the Qing army into the customs.
"Weeping for the Six Armies, Chong Guan's anger turned red."
I did not expect that when we met again, he would become a traitor to the country and seek glory, and I would become a "red face disaster" that overturned a dynasty.
The charge was too big and too heavy for me to breathe.
I know he's for me, but I also know that he's not just for me.
I don't think I have such charm that makes him willing to betray the country for me; and he has never been such a man who "does not love the country and the country and loves the beauty".
Jiangshan and beauty, Jiangshan is in front, and beauty is more like a symbol of status and a flaunting of power.
I get it.
However, the moment he ran towards me, I was still overwhelmed.
He held my hand tightly, ignoring the dust of my clothes, and gently stroked my messy sideburns, as if I were the most precious treasure in the world.
I can't help but be deeply moved, deeply moved.
I have spent the rest of my life drifting and sinking, from one person to another.
And he, telling me, stood by his side and I didn't have to be afraid anymore.
8
In 1662, Wu Sangui hand-bladed the last emperor of the Southern Ming Dynasty, the Yongli Emperor.
Since then, the anti-Qing activities that have lasted for more than 20 years have entered the end.
Wu Sangui was crowned the King of Pingxi and sat in Yunnan.
For more than twenty years, he has been treating me very well and very well.
Even though he later had countless young and beautiful women, I knew that in his heart, I was different.
He wanted to give me the position of Princess of Pingxi, and I refused.
With the passage of time, even if I have a beautiful face, I can't withstand the erosion of time.
Wrinkles gradually crawled up the corners of my eyes, and white hair crept up to my sideburns.
I can't ask for anything anymore.
I just wish I could spend the rest of my life with him and watch him, and that was enough.
But Providence always does not fulfill people's wishes.
As Wu Sangui's power and momentum grew, the contradictions between him and the Qing court began to intensify.
Finally, the Kangxi Emperor ordered the removal of the Three Kingdoms.
Wu Sangui was not willing to sit still and decided to rebel against the Qing.
He vigorously killed Zhu Guozhi, the governor of Yunnan, and proposed to "rejuvenate the Ming Dynasty" and rebel.
Yes, he is still the ambitious, uneasy man.
A small Yunnan, he had long been uneasy about this.
Compared with the great achievements he had made, he thought that the Qing Dynasty had not given him enough rewards.
Now, he's just going to get what he deserves.
This time, he didn't have to use beauty as an excuse anymore.
I knew I couldn't dissuade him, so I stopped dissuading him.
I just told him that I was old and wanted to cut my hair and become a nun, and from then on I would devote myself to the Buddha and spend the rest of my life in peace.
He was stunned, and then he drank the wine out of his glass.
He took another deep look at me and said, "Good!
On the first day of March 1678, Wu Sangui set up an altar in Hengshan and held the ceremony of ascending to the pole in the suburbs, with the name of Zhou and the year name of Zhaowu.
He finally sat on the throne he wanted and ascended to the pinnacle of power.
But only 5 months later, the great cause has not yet been accomplished, but he has died with endless hatred.
And I, my story, ended with him the moment he died.
postscript
I don't know why, there are always many people who love to put the four words "red face and bad water" on some women.
From Su Daji, the King of Shang, to The King of Zhou You; from Yang Guifei, the Emperor of Tang Ming, to Chen Yuanyuan of Wu Sangui... Throughout the ages, whenever a country is destroyed or a family dies, the sin should be attributed to the woman.
They said that if there was no Su Da's own demon and evil country, how could there be the difficulty of Yin Shang, Feng Ming Qishan;
They said that if there was no praise to seduce King Zhou You, how could he do such a stupid thing as "the princes of the Beacon Theatre" and cause chaos in the Spring and Autumn Period;
They said that if yang guifei did not have the exclusive favor, as wise as Emperor Tang Ming, how could it lead to the "chaos of An Shi";
They said that if there were no Chen Yuanyuan's beauty and charm, Wu Sangui would not have "rushed to the crown and became angry and turned into a red face", betraying the family and treason, how could the Ming Dynasty be easily destroyed.
But how innocent are these women?
In such a feudal era where male power was supreme, it was not easy for women to survive.
If they could, why wouldn't they want to fight on the battlefield and defend their homeland?
However, there are some people in power who, because of the drowsiness that leads to national danger, when the country is broken, neither have the courage to die for the country, nor do they have the pride to die in anger.
In the end, he blamed all the sins of the subjugation of the country on the woman.
In fact, it is just to hide their cowardice.
Mr. Lu Xun said it well:
"I think that in a patriarchal society, women will never have such a great power, and the responsibility for rise and fall should be borne by men." But the author who has always been a man will probably blame the great sin of defeat on the woman, which is really a worthless man who has no success. ”
Resources
Qi Fang, "Chong Guan's Anger into a Red Face: Chen Yuanyuan"
Lambernen's "A Spring Ends- When The Most Beautiful Poetry Meets the Red Dust Beauty"