During the reign of Kangxi in the Qing Dynasty, there was a young scholar named Chen Ping on the outskirts of Luoyang City. Although he was full of economy, he failed many scientific exams. Later, on the recommendation of a friend, he came to a large family in the city to become a teacher.

People often said he was a scholar. Although Chen Xiucai taught him to earn some tuition fees, he barely made a living. He wore a cyan robe of pudding and went back and forth between his home and the big family in the city on weekdays.

Chen Xiucai's body was a little thin, but he was also beautiful. When the children of rich families saw him, they would mutter in a low voice: Poor Xiucai. Chen Xiucai has seen a lot, and it is no wonder he has seen it. Not only himself, but many scholars who have failed many times have been called poor by these young masters and buddies.

It was another day of teaching. When Chen Xiucai passed by the market at the gate of the city, he saw a few rich sons and sisters gathered in front of a stall selling paintings, and one of them said, "The woman in this painting is really beautiful, like a fairy, tsk… tsk… if you can sleep with her for one night, it will not be a waste of your life!"

Chen Xiucai looked curiously and saw that the woman in the flower roll was wearing a red gauze, and the little red mark on her forehead reflected the beauty of the woman. The corner of the cherry's small mouth was slightly raised, and the picture scroll was full of movement, which was really vivid.

Chen Xiucai sighed in his heart and couldn't help but ask, "Boss, who is the woman in this painting? How much can it be sold for?"

The person who sold the painting said, "This young master really has good eyesight. This painting was made by the ancestor's family, and I don't know who the woman in the painting is. The ancestor was an artist in the court of the previous dynasty. As an unfilial descendant of later generations, I don't want my family to be in decline now, alas! It is also forced by life that I will sell the work handed down by my ancestors in the street market. Sin! Sin." When the person who sold the painting spoke, his face could not help showing sadness, as if he was reluctant to sell the painting.

A young man said frivolously, "Hmph, a poor and poor scholar also wants to buy a painting, and you can't buy it home if you earn a lifetime." After the young man finished speaking, the other young masters also booed and laughed.

Chen Xiucai's face turned red in an instant and left in a hurry. Later, the rich young master spent thirty taels of silver to buy the painting and showed it to the other young masters: "I will go back to the mansion now and hang it in my study. I want her to accompany me to recite poetry every day."

This young man's father was an official and built a mansion outside the city. He used his father's power to deceive people and do evil. Just as he was walking in a forest halfway through the picture scroll, suddenly the picture scroll slipped from his hands, and the picture scroll unfolded itself. Before he could pick it up, he saw a person's back in front of him, who looked very much like the woman in the painting.

"Is this... is this real?" The rich young master rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, "Girl, turn your face around and let me take a look, haha..." He walked over step by step.

"Does the Young Master really want to see me? I'm afraid I'll scare you, Young Master." The woman's voice was delicate, and even her back was so charming.

The rich boy approached step by step, "What's the matter with the girl, come back to the mansion with me, I won't treat you badly." As he got closer and closer, he stretched his hand forward. Seeing that he was about to touch the woman, the woman slowly turned around, and a gust of wind blew away the long hair covering the woman's face.

"Ah! Help, ghost!"

After a while, everything was calm again, but the picture was lying on the ground.

It was getting late, and the dusky sunset was gradually falling on the western mountains. Chen Xiucai was walking home when he happened to pick up the scroll: "Didn't you see that at the market today? Strange, why is it here?" He looked up and looked around, but there was no one else, so he put it away and took it home.

Returning home, he reopened the picture scroll and hung it on his wall. I am a fair lady, a gentleman, and I am very happy. He watched it for a long time before going to bed.

Just as Chen Xiucai was sleeping soundly, the woman in red in the painting came to him in his dream. The woman said to him, "I am the youngest daughter of the court painter of the previous dynasty, named Wan'er. I once met Young Master in a previous life. Later, I died of illness. My father missed me, so he made this painting as a souvenir. Who would have thought that my soul would be possessed in the picture scroll and could not be reincarnated? If you don't dislike Young Master, I am willing to stay with you forever."

Hearing this, Chen Xiucai was taken aback, thinking that although this girl is good-looking, she is a ghost! Thinking of this, he said, "Thank you for your kindness, Miss Wan'er, but after all, you and I have a long way to go! How can we talk about being together?"

Wan'er sighed slightly, "Since Young Master doesn't like the little girl, I won't force her." After saying this, she turned her head and shed a few tears.

Chen Xiucai hurriedly said, "No… It's not that I don't like Miss Wan'er, and please don't blame me, it's really because we are human ghosts and cannot be combined. If you don't dislike me, how are you and my brother and sister?"

When Wan'er heard Chen Xiucai say this, she turned around and said with a smile, "That's good too! That brother, please accept my sister's worship."

Afterwards, even though the two were called brother and sister, they chatted for a while and exchanged homely words. Just as the sky was about to dawn, Wan'er said, "Tomorrow, light three sticks of incense in front of my portrait, and then burn the scroll. Brother will definitely have double happiness this year!" After that, Wan'er disappeared.

The next day, Chen Xiucai woke up, "Is it a dream?" He smiled and shook his head, but the dream was too real. Just as he was walking to the picture scroll again, he found a small seal on the picture scroll, and the name of the seal was Wan'er.

It turned out that he had been looking at the woman in the painting and had never noticed the trace of this seal. "It turns out that Miss Wan'er is giving me a dream!" Chen Xiucai followed Wan'er's instructions, lit three incense sticks, and then burned the scroll.

Not many days later, Chen Xiucai passed the Juren exam, and he was considered a famous person. It was also this year that her mother miraculously became pregnant again.

There was a small red dot in the middle of the girl's eyebrows. As soon as she was born, she would giggle when she saw Chen Xiucai, and then take a closer look at this little girl, it was Wan'er's appearance.