Vol 6 Chapter 122: Dunhuang fresco

Chapter One Two Two: Dunhuang frescoes that have gone astray
The body of a bureaucrat like Ren An is no different from those of the dead Qiang people.
Of course, if there are some differences that must be found, for example, Ren's subcutaneous fat is much thicker than those of Qiang people.
Su Zhi's familiarity with the human body is now comparable to that of Ding's cognition of the bovine body.
Therefore, after he cut Ren An's body, he easily found the place where the problem occurred. After recovering the body part that had run away, she quickly sutured the wound and left a small drainage hole.
After inserting a reed rod boiled in boiling water, the treatment is complete.
In the process of wound healing, Ren An ca n’t move. He can only eat and drink Lhasa on the bed, and those Qiang people will take care of them.
After Su Zhi pulled out the silver needle inserted in Ren An's cervical spine, Ren An slowly opened his eyes ...
Before his consciousness was clear, the pain in his groin made him howl.
I wanted to move my body a little bit, only to find that I was firmly bound to a strange bed.
On a stone bed beside him, there was also a naked man. However, this man's body was different from Ren An's body. The skin and muscles of his chest and lower abdomen were stripped, and his internal organs were exposed In the air, his face was very calm, and he seemed to sleep very peacefully.
Called by Ren An, Su Zhi slowly turned around and glanced at Ren An: "Does it hurt?"
Ren An was surrounded by great fear. He seemed to have forgotten the pain, and when Su Zhi was talking to him, he nodded.
"No water meter is allowed before gastrointestinal ventilation."
After Su Zhi ordered, a caregiver quickly took it down, and several people worked together to loosen Ren An's bound body, lift it from the stone bed, put it on a stretcher, and carried it out of the operating room.
Su Zhi continued to glance at the corpse in front of him, and compared the size of the heart on the corpse with his hand, and sighed undetectably.
As the sun went down, the sky was gradually getting darker, and Ren An was lying on a stretcher, staring at the sunset, and had a feeling of escaping from the dead.
"Huh, half of the incense has been healed?"
The soy-sized beads of sweat on Ren An ’s forehead are converging into a stream, sliding down from his head.
"Does it hurt?"
Ren An nodded and closed his eyes tiredly.
Sima Qian asked the nursing woman: "Is the healing process smooth?"
The nursing woman quickly said: "It's going well. My wife has given the doctor's advice. As long as the patient doesn't move around these days, the wound will not be purulent, and it will get better after seven days.
Ren An difficultly raised his fingers to his bound legs and his naked lower body, and said to Sima Qian hardly: "It is better to die than life ..."
Sima Qian smiled to the caregiver: "Take care of him and come back tomorrow."
He knew that Ren An did not want him to see his embarrassing scene. Without much stay, he went straight away.
Ren An took a long breath and saw that the caregiver's eyes had been on his lower body, and waved: "Go."
Outside Yangguan, once again a large number of people from the Western Regions gathered. This time, Nie Yi, Captain of the Qiang School, did not prevent them from entering the customs.
After a year of verification, people from the Western Regions were honest after entering the Central Plains.
Even if the warriors from the Great Qin Kingdom entered Guanzhong, they just wanted to try their luck at the Colosseum in Chang'an.
If they succeed, they will be able to return to Rome with a large amount of gold, silver or silk to fulfill their dream of prosperity.
If it fails, it is nothing more than death in the Colosseum.
The hobbies of the nobles in Chang'an City are changeable.
From the earliest Qiang slaves, to the Xiongnu slaves, to today's female slaves in the Western Regions, they will not refuse to come.
Especially the female slaves of the Western Regions. They are the most tolerant and hard-working group of people. After entering the host family, they pay not only their own labor but also their bodies.
This was originally the most common thing in the Western Regions, but it made all the nobles in Chang'an ecstatic.
I have never seen such a useful slave, which makes them very dissatisfied with the difficult Chinese servants.
Despite his dissatisfaction, he did not dare to be too harsh. Since the Emperor His Majesty expelled the Huns, he recovered Lingnan, and after beating all the forces around the Great Han Kingdom, his eyes were on the people.
He felt that when he had to fight against the Huns, he did not have a large-scale rebellion, but chose to grind his teeth and stick with him.
By now, the people should enjoy their asylum.
When the male and female servants of the honorable men also had the power to whistle and grievances in Lieutenant Mansion and Tingwei Mansion, the honorable men immediately cared more about their servants.
Even so, the number of Han servants has also declined sharply, and the number of civilian household registrations registered by the government has increased dramatically.
The huge servant gap will be filled by these obedient Western slaves.
Nie Yi kept hundreds of charming female slaves in the Western Region in Yangguan's mansion.
He has been a good friend with Dachangqiu for many years, and his interest in female is not very big. If it was not possible to pass the heirs, he would definitely become a role like Dachangqiu.
When the Han and the Han women are married, the children born are the backbone of the family, and the children born to female slaves in the Western Regions will naturally be laughed at by others.
Therefore, Nie Yi stayed in Yangguan for three years without leaving any descendants. On the contrary, the old wife who stayed in Mayi took the concubine to the family reunion of Yangguan.
Yangguan is not suitable for setting up a home, and Dunhuang is a place of bitter cold. Therefore, Nie Yi retreated and placed his family in Jiuquan.
The emperor seems to have forgotten his existence. Sometimes Nie Yi thought sadly that she might be dead.
Su Zhi arrived in Jiuquan, and Sima Qian also went to Jiuquan. On the one hand, he had to accompany his old friend Ren An to see a doctor. On the other hand, he had to go to Yangguan and Dunhuang to persuade Nie Yi and Dunhuang captain Ma Laoliu to move their families. Dushi city.
Ren An's condition stabilized, and finally he was able to put on his trousers, and he no longer had to expose his lower body to the outside. After allowing those nursing women to visit, Sima Qian left Jiuquan and went straight to Dunhuang and Yangguan.
There is no war in Yangguan and no war in Yumenguan. Therefore, Dunhuang has become a safe interior.
Although Ma Liuliu got married and had children, people became even more strange.
He likes painting and is very obsessed with it. He even dug caves in sandstone and painted with paint. The obsessed is almost deserted.
Ma Laoliu is not a good painter. Apart from stick figures, his works are not well-known in Dunhuang and Yangguan.
Therefore, when Sima Qian saw Ma Liuliu, this former hero, now, is devoting himself to painting in the sandstone cave, holding a few pens in his hand, and holding a branch in his mouth, one stroke at a time, depicting very serious.
Fortunately, the figures in his paintings are all dressed in clothes, but the beautiful women flying in the sky and flying, still swaying in various ways, attracting people's daydreams.
"Who is this warrior who is pouting and farting, and can spout three fire dragons in different directions?"
Sima Qian asked carefully after admiring the painting of Ma Liuli for a while.
Malao Liu spit out the paintbrush in his mouth, and a Harrier turned over from the shelf, pointing at a mural with three fire dragons spouting into the sky, explaining: "This man is a dervish from the Xiongnu Kingdom. Ye Ye's face actually ignited his fart, with a fire facing up, and then performed twice, once to the left, once to the right ... Ye Ye was afraid of trouble, and expressed it with a painting. (This picture The painting really exists in the Dunhuang frescoes, and it is still his mother ’s cultural relics. Do n’t doubt it, I went to see it in the past few days.)
Sima Qian carefully read the picture and said: "What do you say about the dragons in these three fires?"
Ma Liuliu proudly said: "I don't think it's powerful enough ~ EbookFREE.me ~ added."
The sandstone cave is so dark that you can paint at most two hours in the morning.
Sima Qian glanced at Ma Laoliu's paintings and lost his mind to look at it again.
Walking out of the cave with Ma Liuliu, slowly said: "Junhou hopes you can send your family to Dushi City!"
Ma Liuliu bowed his head and said: "A certain family promised that General Mianyan will return to Chang'an in the future and live a good life with his brothers."
Sima Qian nodded and said: "You must not misunderstand, Junhou did not take your family as a hostage."
Ma Liuli shook his head and said: "There is no misunderstanding, Junhou is not such a person, I just cannot leave this sandy land."
Sima Qian laughed: "Painting?"
Ma Liuli smiled shyly, rubbing a pair of oil-painted hands: "The painting is not good, a family just wants to let later people know that there is a group of people who have lived and killed on this desert ... "