With the sound of the pipa, Chang Sihao closed his eyes and lay flat on the bed, as quiet as a corpse.

Zeng Shiquan was in a hurry to go on the road and did not feed him on time. When the night went to night, the medicinal properties had disappeared. Zhang Shisanniang took action on the trestle and the stretcher was shaken. He had recovered some consciousness in a daze and carried it into the boat room. I was almost awake, but after sleeping for many days, my mind was foggy and I couldn't figure out the situation at all, so I felt that someone was taking a pulse, so I closed my eyes and didn't move.

On the couch, he held his breath and listened quietly to how Guo Shuronghua comforted Huo Li Guwen, and sent Sonam Gyatso. Huairou suppressed the Ming concubines to make a covenant in the three religions. His thoughts gradually became clear. Then he listened to how he sorted out Zeng Shiquan. I teased Cheng Lian'an and tried Fang Zhengnuo. It seemed that the child woke up in the middle of the night and heard his parents' conversation. He felt a sense of nervous pleasure, but after listening along the way, his heart became more and more confused and he thought more.

Although I liked the frightening trick given by Qi Jiguang, I never thought deeply about the same iron, the same water, the same fire, why are they so exquisite and sharp, but the smelting technology of the Chinese people One generation is worse than another. Even if you want to find a better famous sword and sword, you have to go back to the Tang and Song dynasties, and even the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

Those red barbarians whom they had never seen came to the Ming Dynasty with artillery, like aliens, but where did they come from? Maybe even Zheng He had never been there in that year. Then their navigation technology was only I am afraid that the ability of fire-making machines is only stronger than that, how big the world will be, what else is there on the other end of the sea? They may bring trade and technology, as Guo Shuronghua said, However, the Chinese people were unaware of this and still boasted of themselves as the Celestial Empire and were addicted to their own dreams.

Maybe it's really "not in his position and not doing his own politics". I didn't expect that such a person would have such a strong sense of crisis in the country... Is this the so-called foresight? When others are happy to watch the clouds, he is already doing it. The storm is ready.

Chang Sihao's mind was dazzled again.

The clear sound flowing in his ears has a texture similar to that of female skin, which makes his mind feel superb, and suddenly he feels nostalgic for his ears and faces.

Warm pavilion, brocade tent, chant with plump belly...

At that time, the movements of the two of them were like a silent piano song. Now, the piano song has a real feeling, ringing in my ears, like the wind that turns into the rain after the rain, soft, pure and refreshing, even better than before.

Hearing the divine sound, although he knew that it was not Qin Ziyin's sound, he still couldn't help but confirm.

The bed curtain was half open and pulled to the point of his elbow. With such a barrier, no one on both sides could see each other's faces.

From Chang Sihao's perspective, wherever he looked, there was half of Guo Shuronghua's silver clothes, long sleeves, peonies around his shoulders, and the spire's chord was like a hairpin on a bun, snuggling on his shoulders, with a little bird leaning on his shoulders. Mode.

A slender and white hand slipped on the neck of the pipa, rubbing it gently like a itchy and funny thing.

The silk strings trembled like human pulses.

At this moment, Chang Sihao felt a little blurred, as if he had seen a woman being teased like a cat under her fingertips, and was so ashamed.

,,,Is there really a pipa spirit in the world, and can musical instruments also have life, and can actually resurrect the soul under human hands?

Just at this moment, like a string of bubbles walking under the water, a series of gurgling sounds rolled up from the bottom of the blanket.

The music disappeared, the curtain was opened, and Guo Shuronghua's smile met his eyes: "The Marquis is awake,"

Chang Sihao did not respond, but just stared at the pipa in his arms.

Guo Shuronghua put the pipa and brimmed his high-highlights. Someone stepped up and put a tray on a few tables. He tried to smell the fragrance, smiled with satisfaction, and turned his face and said, "Mr. Marquis, let Ronghua serve you." Have some porridge,"

Looking down from a high altitude, the bonfire on the river beach was black and red, and it was staggered like chess pieces in a confrontation.

Two people were walking slowly among the chess pieces.

They were about ten feet apart, and their feet were kept parallel in a diagonal direction. The one in front was walking leisurely, as if he was relaxing. The person behind him was shorter than him, sometimes falling away, sometimes following closely, stopping and stopping. Observe the former.

As they moved, the two faces were illuminated by the fire from time to time and darkened again.

Observing people's actions behind the scenes is a habit that Cheng Lian'an developed after entering the East Factory.

The matter of investigation and interrogation in Dongchang is essential. During the exercise of power, occasionally difficult prisoners cannot deal with it. The people below will come to ask Zeng Shiquan for instructions. Cheng Lian'an was under his command at that time and followed him to the dim sum a few times. He found this The third-level head said that he was from a torture, but it turned out that the method was just like this. His method of forcing confession was nothing more than torture methods, such as stretching out the prisoner's eyelids, sprinkling some asbestos, etc., always leaving If you don’t open up the damage to the body, these are meaningless to those who are really stubborn.

Cheng Lianan has a personal experience of the pain.

It was an unforgettable afternoon. He sat on his small bed with a knife in his hand, looking at the closed door, the bright window paper, and the breakfast that had been cold on the table for a long time, and finally made up his mind.

The knife was cut with all his strength, and then it was a cool feeling of pleasure. It was like the slippery bath that my mother used a large wooden basin to wash, after washing, she put on her bellyband and stood under the moonlight. Xiaofeng slashed lightly between his legs, as if he had become his sister. Then, Xia Ye's dream suddenly broke, and a thunder slashed up between his legs, as if he wanted to split every inch of bone and every inch of it. The skin was torn apart, and he bent his stiff neck hard, watching his blood and urine flowing down between his two trembling calves like a sac that was scratched by thorns, and he felt a kind of hideous pride and inability in his heart. Despair of recovery arises at the same time.

,, I did what you can’t do and dare not do.

,,The pain ends, that's all, what's so great? Life is originally a kind of slow castration, which comes more violently, but instead has a different stimulation.

He knew that the prisoners in the torture must also have similar mentalities.

The pain comes suddenly first, and then continues. The continuous torture is to create such ups and downs, forming a contrast between comfort and pain, and prompting people to make choices. However, if the person being punished has a strong will and has torture for a long time, it will not only fail to work, but instead It also enhances tolerance, and even makes people fall in love with this feeling.

People are such living things. When they are unable to change the status quo, they will unconsciously deceive themselves, develop a mentality of being submissive, and then enjoy it.

If you cannot pursue happiness and happiness, then you will pursue pain. At least, it is easy to obtain, everywhere, and it is better than being so numb that you have no pursuit.

When confrontation becomes cater, the torture loses its meaning.

After the injury healed, Cheng Lian'an felt extremely irritable for a long time, but later found out that it was because of the disappearance of the pain.

The pain in my heart is still there, but the pain in my body is gone. It feels like betrayal, as if I have lost myself.

A shameful body, how can you just bear to see the crying of your soul?

So he prepared a small needle. When there was no one, he sewed it around his forearm. Every time he cut out a needle, he was excited: I am alive, I am still alive, and every time I hurt, I am A surprise: It’s you, you are still here, it’s really you.

Pain became his way of confirming his existence, and a reason was born: the prisoner was also confirming himself with pain. This confirmation not only targets life, but also dreams, including persistence, and belief that he would get something in future. Correct name, some kind of recognition expectation.

He began to like to observe criminals, and to separate pain points in their eyes and movements, and to spy on their scheming. Over time,

"You are wrong, your ideas have no meaning," "Don't be stupid, you insist on it, others have insisted on it, but now they have given up," "History is just a word written on paper. Someone can write it, and some people can Unfortunately, the power to finalize is in our hands, " "Think about it carefully, the evaluation of future generations of you will not be good or bad, because in addition to the pain we face at this moment, You don't exist, why do you bear it, and why are you persisting," "Don't you think the things in your heart are fake, especially when facing pain, think about it, and then think about it, what is the truth? of……"

In this way, he always has a way to find the other party’s frustration, make his determination disintegrate, lose his will, and give up persistence.

No matter how cruel a person is, he will get tired of hearing too much. If he can drink tea and say a few words, then ask for confession, why bother playing with a knife and a stick? So it didn't take long before the snack room If someone has a difficult criminal, he will stop asking, "Is the third master here?" Instead, he will change it to: "Where is Xiao Anzi,"

The efficiency of dim sum atrium was improved, which quickly attracted Guo Shuronghua's attention. When he transferred Cheng Lian'an to use it, the people below had already changed the name "Xiao Anzi" to An Zuzong.

Cheng Lian'an was very proud of this: gold always shines, not to mention that he is gold with roots and veins.

Now, another piece of "gold" fell into the Dongchang, without any roots and veins, and with a sour air, it can still win two points of appreciation in the eyes of the governor.

This piece of gold is now separated from me by five or seven tents and two or three bonfires, and is moving forward with a steady and slow pace.

Looking at the back, Cheng Lian'an felt that the quietness was just an illusion, with a different kind of struggle inside.

Pain is like invisible water. As long as it exists, it will flow in the body and mind. He believes in his own judgment and deal with pain. Everyone has his own way. Cao's cruelty is a kind of venting, and Lu Liang's yin is a kind of burial. Zeng Shiquan's cynicism is a kind of escape, Kang Huai's peace is a kind of shelving. In this dignified east factory, no one's pain can escape his own eyes except the governor.

If Fang Zhennuo sincerely came to vote, then he was treated with the courtesy of the governor and his expectations were satisfied. He should not have had such struggle.

When thinking about this, Fang Zhennuo had already reached the edge of the camp. The camp was temporary, without a village, only patrol sentry passed by, and he used his steps to divide the boundary. His steps did not stop, slowly, still Walking forward, the borderless camp and the Dongchang waist sign on his clothes made his movements unhindered.

Cheng Lian'an stopped because if he followed, he would walk to the middle of the open space without a tent, which would be too obvious.

A gust of wind blew over, like a meat-filled child for food, slapped a fishy smell into his nostrils. Cheng Lian'an's face turned bitter, and he turned up again with a sigh of relief, but suddenly realized: the woods behind the open land , very familiar.
Chapter completed!