In the gloomy and cramped courtyard, only Hai Rui and the old servant lived.

The old servant's name is Hai'an, and he is Hai Rui's distant cousin. In addition to being a servant, he also worked as a scholar, a doorman, a cook, a washerman, and a sweeper.

No way, who made our sea poor? But this also forced the old man to master a variety of skills at a great age, otherwise he really couldn't read the poem.

Hai Rui's walking corpse-like appearance after being released from prison, Hai An saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart.

It was because he saw Zhao Hao's poem that he actually analyzed Hai Rui's psychological condition vividly, and Hai An introduced him to his master with the idea of what to do.

Sure enough, Hai Rui, who was originally like a withered tree, finally changed his expression after seeing the poem. He ordered Hai'an to bring in the poet to see what the fang's intentions were.

Listening to Zhao Hao's reply, Hai Rui's gaze became even colder. It's just that behind the coldness, there seems to be a trace of anger.

Zhao Hao knew that it was annoyance and anger after being seen through his mind.

He admitted that he wrote this poem to provoke Hai Rui, but there was actually an element of gambling.

But seeing Hai Rui's reaction, Zhao Hao knew that he had made the right bet - the Lord Hai Ruihai in front of him was not a great Ming Divine Sword that was invincible to all evils at all, but a poor psychological patient.

It's just that no one can define this disease today, and it won't be until 400 years later that it will have a name called 'PTSD'.

Zhao Hao once read a medical study that said that Hai Rui was likely to suffer from severe post-traumatic stress disorder during a series of accidents in Jiajing's 45 years. Because after he wrote the book, Emperor Jiajing fell ill until he died. This made him feel that he was to blame for the death of the first emperor.

To add insult to injury, almost at the same time, his two sons also died in shock......

Hai Jui was a true believer in Confucianism and believed in the theory of 'the unity of heaven and man', so it was natural for him to think that the death of his two sons was the result of the sympathy between heaven and man—in layman's terms, because he killed the son of heaven, and God sent a damnation on him and took away his two sons.

Once this kind of cognition is formed, it will be an absolutely devastating blow to a tendon like Hai Rui. He fell into a death spiral of self-doubt, self-denial, self-exile, and even self-destruction.

And these are the specific symptoms of PTSD. A series of extreme manifestations throughout the second half of his life may also have originated from this trauma.

Zhao Hao decided to help him.

Because he has always had a respect for those who dare to ask for their lives for the people.

And even from the most utilitarian point of view, Hai Rui is the future governor of Yingtian, and he is also one of the thighs.

Although the hair on this thigh is very prickly, it will not be so comfortable to hold. But as long as you are clever, you can still use this divine sword to slash the ghosts all over the ground.

Naturally, he couldn't let Hai Rui give up on himself, and finally became a paranoid who couldn't be used......

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"Why are you writing this poem?" I only heard Hai Rui ask coldly.

"Because I respect Hai Gong very much, I can't sit idly by and watch Hai Gong get sick, but I don't do anything." Zhao Hao replied softly.

"Nonsense!" How can a fifty-year-old man's mental defense be broken by a few words? What's more, Hai Rui is a man as tough as a rock. I only heard him smile coldly and said: "The official is very healthy, and he doesn't even have a headache and brain fever." ”

"Haigong's illness is in his heart," Zhao Hao shook his head and said: "The disease in your heart can't be seen or touched, but it erodes your spirit and spirit all the time, making you mentally confused and behaving abnormally. ”

After a pause, Zhao Hao met Hai Rui's gaze again, and said in a deep voice: "And Hai Gong is also an official of Dali Temple in charge of the national law department. A disease in your heart will not endanger you alone, but the fate of thousands of people! ”

This is Hai Rui's biggest concern. The honest Lord Hai involuntarily nodded slightly, and hissed: "This official has repeatedly written to beg to go, but the imperial court is not allowed to ......"

Realizing his gaffe, Hai Rui hurriedly lowered his face again and said: "But the official begged to go, not because he thought he was sick in his heart, but just because he was worried that his mother was unsupported......

"Hai Gong is not even afraid of death, why doesn't he have the courage to face his heart?" Zhao Hao took two steps forward.

Hai Rui's upper body couldn't help leaning back slightly, frowning and said: "This official is ...... three times a day."

"That's great, do you dare to talk to me frankly?" Zhao Hao smiled casually: "I swear that every word I say is from the bottom of my heart, unpretentious?!" ”

"Why does this official have to talk to you like a yellow-mouthed child?" Hai Rui snorted with a straight face: "This official never tells lies!" ”

"Okay, that's what you said!" Zhao Hao selectively ignored Hai Rui's previous sentence, firmly grasped his second half of the sentence and said: "Then let's start this open and honest conversation." ”

"Who's going to talk to you?" Hai Rui didn't look over, but he didn't let people get him out.

"Haigong's disease, the root of the disease is still in the "Public Security Sparseness". Zhao Hao stood in the hall, and the distance between him and Hai Rui was about four feet at this time, which was already the limit of social distancing. In this position, it is enough to cause a sense of oppression to Hai Rui, but it will not make him have obvious psychological rejection.

Hai Rui frowned and asked, "What's wrong with "Public Security"? ”

"The world says that you are glorious to be on "Public Security Shu", but you feel deeply remorseful for it." Zhao Hao said in a deep voice.

"Nonsense, this official wrote to ask for the people's life and to Jun Yaoshun. Since you have done it, you will not regret it! As if insulted, Hai Rui's forehead was bruised, and his breathing was much heavier.

"Then on the last day of the edict, the jailer Zhang Luo invited you to eat, why did you vomit all the food you ate after hearing that the first emperor died, until you fainted from crying?" Zhao Hao smiled faintly, and said in his heart that a gentleman can be bullied, if there are gentlemen like Hai Rui in this world, he will be invincible.

"Shouldn't I be sad to hear that my father has died?" Hai Rui's heavy breathing became chaotic, and the green tendons on his forehead gradually faded.

"You cry when you cry, why do you still vomit all the food you eat?" Zhao Hao showed that hateful look of 'I have seen through you' on his face, looked directly at Hai Rui, and didn't let him dodge his gaze and said: "Your reaction at that time was not because of grief at all, but because the jailer congratulated you on your imminent acquittal and official reinstatement!" ”

"The first emperor actually didn't kill you, but pardoned you in the edict, do you dare to say that you don't feel guilty at all?" Zhao Hao asked questions like a cannonball, leaving no room for Hai Rui to dodge at all.

"I, I ......" Under Zhao Hao's penetrating gaze, Hai Rui's face was red and red for a long time, and finally nodded his head dejectedly, and his voice was faint: "Of course I will blame myself." ”

"And after you were released from prison, I learned that the two sons of Zhongtuo and Zhongliang died one after another during your imprisonment, which made your self-blame go beyond measure!"

"This makes you have to wonder if it was because you scolded the first emperor to death, so you attracted the curse of heaven and took away the two sons you regarded as your life?!"

Zhao Hao took another step closer and invaded Hai Rui's psychological safety distance.

Hai Rui didn't react to this, and only listened to Zhao Hao's assertion blankly.

Suddenly, he felt a chill on his cheeks, and when he reached out blankly, it was actually tears that he had not seen for a long time, dripping from his sunken eye sockets......

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