In the sound of the pipa, Chang Sihao lay flat on the bed with his eyes closed, as quiet as a corpse,

Zeng Shiquan was in a hurry before, and he didn't feed him on time, when it was night, the medicinal properties had disappeared, Zhang Sanniang shot out on the trestle, the stretcher was shaken, he had recovered some consciousness in a daze, and he was close to waking up when he was carried into the ship's room, but he slept for many days, and his brain was foggy and chaotic, and he couldn't figure out the situation at all, so when he felt that someone came to cut the pulse, he closed his eyes and didn't move,

On the couch, he held his breath and listened quietly to how Guo Shu Ronghua appeased Huoli Guwen, took Sonam Gyatso, and Huairou coerced the concubines to make the three sects make a covenant, and his thoughts gradually became clear, and then listened to how he sorted out Zeng Shiquan, teased Cheng Lian'an, and tried Fang Zhennuo, like a child waking up in the middle of the night to hear the conversation of his parents, there was a kind of nervous pleasure, but all the way down, the more he listened to it, the more chaotic he became, the more he thought about it,

Qi Jiguang's gift, although he likes it, he has never thought deeply about it, the same iron, the same water, the same fire, why people are so exquisite, so sharp, and the smelting technology of the Chinese people is not as good as the generation, and even to find a better famous sword has to go back to the Tang and Song dynasties, and even the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. Xianmo: The deterioration of China's smelting technology is an economic reason and a social reason, the war has turned weapons into consumables, there is no space and time to improve art, sword casting is time-consuming and labor-intensive, a thousand hoes are sold out, the sword has not yet been baked, the blacksmith also has to live, Japan lacks iron, there is a piece of iron that has to be used to the extreme, and the technology is naturally excavated deeply, in the same way, now the online martial arts are not good-looking, not enough to see, it is because everyone is playing hoes, and they don't want to cast swords at all, so some people would rather turn back to the "Tang and Song Dynasties" to find the cause of returning the pearl to Lu and Bai Yu.

Those Hongyi people who have never seen them come to Daming with artillery, like visitors from outside the world, but where do they come from, their hometown, may not even be there when Zheng He was there, then their navigation technology, I am afraid that the ability to make firearms is only stronger than weak, how big will this world be, what else is there on the other side of the sea, they may bring trade and technology, or they may bring wars and disasters, as Guo Shu Ronghua said, the Chinese people are unaware of this, and they still boast of the Celestial Empire, and they are addicted to their self-made dreams. Xianmo: Nowadays, the dream of a big country is not as good as it, his own pension gap is tens of trillions, and he still slaps his swollen face and fills the fat man with foreign aid to other countries, and the reputation of Z Zhi bought with money can be used for a few days, and people take money to spend it and you are a guest service, and the money is broken, and the relationship is broken, and who cares about you without money,]

Maybe it's really "not in his position, not in his politics", I can't imagine that such a person would have such a strong sense of crisis for the country...... Is this called foresight, when others are happy to see the clouds, he is already preparing for the storm,

Chang Sihao's mind was dizzy again,

The clear sound flowing in his ears has a texture similar to that of a woman's skin, which makes his mind come out, and suddenly there is a nostalgia for the grinding of his ears and temples.

Warm pavilion, brocade tent, lower abdomen plump groan......

At that time, the movements of the two people rhymed like a silent piano song, and now, this piano song has a real feeling, ringing in the ears, like a mountain stream turning into the wind after the rain, soft and pure, more than before,

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

The bed was half-open, pulled to the tip of his elbow, and there was such a barrier that no one on either side could see each other's faces.

From Chang Sihao's point of view, as far as the eye can see, is Guo Shuronghua's half of the silver coat with long sleeves and a peony around the shoulders, and the strings of the pipa are like hairpins on the bun, nestled on his shoulders, with the attitude of a small bird.

A slender white hand slid on the neck of the lute, gently rubbing it like an itch and amusement,

The strings flutter like the pulse of a human being,

At this moment, Chang Sihao felt that his eyes were a little dazzled, as if he really saw a woman under his fingertips, being teased like a cat, bewitching and ashamed.

,, Is there really a pipa spirit in the world, is it possible that musical instruments also have life, and they can return their souls under people's hands,

At this moment, like a string of bubbles underwater, a string of cooing sounds rolled up from the bottom of the quilt.

The music faded, the curtain opened, and Guo Shu Ronghua's smile met his gaze: "."

Chang Sihao didn't respond, just stared at the pipa in his arms,

Guo Shu Ronghua put the pipa and clapped his hands lightly, and an officer stepped up and put a tray down a few cases, he tried to smell the aroma, showed a satisfied smile, turned his face and said: "Master Hou, let Ronghua serve you to drink a little porridge." ”

Looking down from the sky, the campfire in this military tent on the river beach is black and red, staggered like chess pieces in a confrontation, [Xianmo: Just about to see the feeding porridge, Qian Shovsky turned the table again] [Xianmo Second Commentary: According to the scene where Xiaochang fed Yin'er at the beginning, write a play of Xiao Guo feeding Xiaochang, it must be good-looking,] [Xian San Supplement: It looks better according to the shape of Hongying feeding Guan Yiyan,]

There are two people pacing slowly between the chess pieces,

They are about ten zhang apart, and their feet maintain a diagonal parallel to the front and back, the one in front walks leisurely, as if he is distracting, and the one behind is shorter than him, sometimes falling far away, sometimes following closely, walking and stopping, observing the former,

As they moved, the two faces were illuminated and dimmed by the firelight from time to time.

Observing people's movements behind the back is a habit that Cheng Lianan developed after entering the East Factory.

Dongchang detective interrogation is indispensable, in the process of exercising power, occasionally there are difficult prisoners can not deal with, the people below will come to ask Zeng Shiquan, Cheng Lian'an was under his hand at that time, followed to the dim sum room a few times, and found that the third head said that he was born in charge of punishment, and the original means were just like this,,, his method of extorting confessions was nothing more than playing some tricks on torture methods, such as opening the eyelids of prisoners, sprinkling some crushed asbestos, etc., which was always inseparable from the fracture of **, and these, for people with real hard mouths, are meaningless,

For the pain, Cheng Lian'an has a personal experience, [Xianmo: The following is another "Cheng Lian'an's Biography", the war is imminent, each with its own biography,]

It was an afternoon that he will never forget, he sat on his small bed with a knife in hand, looked 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 very fast, and he cut it with all his might, and then there was a coolness that was close to pleasure, like the slippery bath that my mother took in a big wooden basin on a summer night when I was a child...... This is not an echo, this is not an echo ......], then, the dream of the summer night suddenly broke, and a thunderbolt came up from between his legs, as if to split every inch of bones and tear every inch of skin apart, he bent down his stiff neck hard, and watched his blood and urine flow down between his two trembling calves like a water bladder being scraped by thorns, and a hideous pride and irretrievable despair rose in his heart at the same time,

,, what you can't do, what you don't dare to do, I did,

,,Pain to the end,That's it,What's the big deal,Life is originally a slow castration,Come more violently,But there is a different kind of stimulation,

He knew that the prisoners in the torture must have a similar mentality.

The pain is first sudden, and then it continues, and the constant torture is to constantly create this kind of ups and downs, to contrast between comfort and pain, and to prompt people to make a choice, but if the tortured person is strong-willed and tortured for a long time, not only will it not work, but it will also enhance the ability to endure, and even, it will make people fall in love with this feeling, [Xianmo: This ......]

People are such living beings, when they are powerless to change the status quo, they will unconsciously deceive themselves, produce a kind of psychology of resignation, and then enjoy it, [Xianmo: This is human nature, in order to survive, genetic determination,]

If you can't pursue pleasure and happiness, then pursue pain, at least, it's easy to obtain, it's everywhere, and it's better than being numb and having no pursuit.

When confrontation turns into pandering, torture loses its meaning, [Xianmo: Pleasure is generated...... Like filial piety, it's uncomfortable not to be beaten]

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

The pain in my heart is still there, but the pain in my body is gone, it feels like betrayal, like I lost myself,

Shameful body, how can you just be like this, endure the crying of your soul, [Xianmo: This baby is too entangled]

So, he prepared a small needle, and when no one was around, he sewed it on his forearm, and every time he pulled a needle, there was a stitch of excitement: I am alive, I am still alive, every time it hurts, there is a surprise: It's you, you're still here, it's really you, [Xianmo: The whole person is already Spartan......]

Pain has become his way of confirming his existence [Xianmo: This can be had, happiness is too beautiful, often significantly false, making people feel weak, many people have nothing to do with their wives to trouble, check the mobile phone tracking, it is this psychology, this kind of person can't live a good life, it's uncomfortable to be obedient,], and a corollary was born from this: the prisoner is also using pain to confirm himself, which is not only for life, but also for dreams, including persistence, including the expectation that he will get some kind of justification and some kind of recognition in the future life, [ Xianmo: Do the revolutionary martyrs really want to die, no, they hope that more people will agree with their death after death and follow their path, from this point of view, Xiao Cheng's idea cannot be said to be wrong,]

He began to like to observe people and prisoners, and separate the pain points in their eyes and movements, and snooped on their scheming.

"You're wrong, your ideas don't make sense. "Don't be stupid, what you insisted on, others have insisted on, but now you have long given up. "History is just words written on paper, someone can write it, someone can erase it, and unfortunately, the power to finalize it is in our hands. "Think about it, the evaluation of you by future generations will neither be good nor bad, because except for the pain you face at the moment, you do not exist, what do you endure, and why are you persevering. "Don't you think that what is in your heart is very false, especially in the face of pain, think about it, and think again, what is real......

And so on, he always has a way to find the other party's frustration point, so that his determination collapses, loses his will, and gives up persistence.

No matter how cruel a person is, he will get tired of hearing too many screams, if he can drink tea and smile and say a few words and ask for a confession, then why bother with knives and sticks, so it didn't take long for there to be a difficult person in the dim sum room, and he didn't ask anymore: "Is the third master there?" Instead, it was changed to: "Xiao Anzi." [Xianmo: The Rise of Xiao Cheng]

The efficiency of the dim sum room improved, which soon attracted the attention of Guo Shu Ronghua, and when he transferred Cheng Lian'an to his side, the people below had already changed the title of "Xiao Anzi" to An Zuzong, [Xian Mo: The upper part writes that Xiao Cheng is called the ancestor, and does not go into detail, here is a close-up of the origin of the title of the ancestor, this is still talking about the matter before the Dongchang Spring Banquet, to the end of autumn, it has been almost a year, Xiao Chang has changed greatly, Xiao Cheng has changed even more,]

Cheng Lianan is very proud of this: gold always has to shine, not to mention that he is gold with roots and veins, [Xianmo: It's a pity that Xiao Cheng can shine, but you will never be able to shine, being a eunuch was a promising profession at least back then, but now writing martial arts is not, you say that you let people say what is good about you,]

Now, there is another piece of "gold" that has fallen into the East Factory, without a vein, with a sour breath [Xianmo: Xiao Fang has a sour gas, come on, his self-cultivation is not enough, look at the literary quality of the polite person, it is said to be sour, people have not said that you are cheesy, this child is obviously jealous, and it is to see that Xiao Fang can talk with the Governor in a very short period of time, and he feels threatened, and it is mediocre not to recruit people's envy, which just shows that Xiao Fang has the ability,], In the eyes of the Governor, he can also win two points of appreciation, [ Xianmo: What kind of person is Xiao Guo, you can know at a glance where Xiao Fang is stronger than Xiao Cheng, Xiao Cheng can only do some trivial things, Xiao Fang is really able to do big things,]

This piece of gold, now separated from himself by five or seven tents and two or three bonfires, is slipping forward at a steady pace.

Looking at this back, Cheng Lianan had a feeling, as if the silence was just an illusion, and there was a different kind of struggle in it.

Pain is like invisible water, as long as it exists, it will overflow in the body and mind, he believes in his own judgment, dealing with pain, everyone has their own way, Cao Boss's ruthlessness is a kind of venting, Lu Liang's yin is a kind of burial, Zeng Shiquan's cynicism is an escape, Kang Huai's calm is a kind of shelf, in this hall of Dongchang, except for the Dugong, no one's pain can escape his own eyes, [Xianmo: Pain makes people grow, Xiao Cheng creates pain by himself, but he opens his own heavenly eyes,]

If Fang Zhennuo was sincere in his vote, then he was courteous to the Governor and his expectations were satisfied, and there should not have been such a struggle.

When thinking like this, Fang Zhennuo had already walked to the edge of the camp, this camp was temporary, there was no fence, only the patrol sentinels passed by from time to time, and the boundary was demarcated with his footsteps, his footsteps did not stop, slowly and leisurely, still walking forward, the borderless camp and the Dongchang waist card on the clothing belt, so that his movement was not hindered,

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

A gust of wind blew over, as if stuffing meat into a picky eater, and slapped a fishy smell into his nostrils [Xianmo: Where do you want to come, chasing children to feed all day long, can annoy people to death, the key is that you are annoying, he is more annoying than you, thinking about the child's expression, and then reading with this text, it makes people cry and laugh,], Cheng Lian'an's face was bitter, and he turned up again with a burst of disgust, but suddenly realized: The woods behind the open field are very familiar,

"This poor sour, do you want to see the dead? His eyebrows sank slightly, flattening his eyes a little, overflowing with the spirit of the Mori Mori, [Xianmo: For some reason, there is a feeling of a Japanese ghost head and mask eyes...... This kid is really getting more and more demonic,]