Vol 7 Chapter 275: shepherdess

> These things happened in the night, Liu watermelon in this shop alone waiting for a few people from Qi family to find it, then, if several people in Qi family have a source, suspect the owner of this shop is actually A relatively reliable speculation. (..)
The killers of Qi’s family came in a rush, and Jing Jing’s people were hard to separate their minds to control the overall situation. However, Ning Yi was a person who spent a lifetime in the hearts of the people. He still kept his vigilance at this time, not what Difficult. The idea was just passing in the heart. He was only a vigilant one-on-two for the boss. More thoughts were spent on the fight ahead, but Qi Xinyong’s drink was too amazing. He subconsciously prepared. The gun, the side of the figure burst, the muzzle was handed to the other's head.
Then there is the master of martial arts. In this case, I want to kill Liu watermelon, but I also try my best, and how can I be a blow to the musket. Here, the tigers and tails, everyone was shocked, and several people in the family were also brave. When they saw the situation, they ran away. On the long street, they suddenly cooled down.
It’s just a self-introduction that just started. It’s a bit rude to haven’t listened to it. But there’s no one in the past who really used his hand to behave as a thing, and it’s cold and cold. It is. On the other hand, one of the most casual pedestrians in the quiet of the meeting is the most horrible, but people come fast, go fast, a few people are shocked, the hands of the sword holding the sword are shaking, look, some still do not know Take measures. Only Liu watermelon, after a moment, received the punching gesture that was put on and even quite ornamental. After standing there for a while as quietly as this side, the eyes whispered and laughed softly.
"Oh... hahahaha, hahaha..."
From the very beginning, she did not pursue the idea of ​​Qi’s family. At this time, her back was lightly pressed against her lips, and she looked at Ning Yi’s smile. After that, she turned her eyes away. It was probably the last
Blood Hand Man
of Ning Yi. Her. The laughter keeps on, it doesn't look rude, like a mountain flower like a silver bell. It was opened in this dark and awkward long street.
Ning Yi glared at his forehead and then shook his head and smiled: "Oh...hehe..."
There was a quiet look at the man and woman laughing, and the face became a bit ugly. When the family came over and asked him what to change, he didn’t know what to do at the moment. The opposite girl smiled slightly and leaned down. When she raised her head, she covered a thick scarf on her face. After a while, she said: "Go." Going to the side of the wall, pulling out the giant blade with both hands, dragging it to the damaged shop, grabbing a piece of felt cloth and wrapping the Naha knife. Back behind. Throughout the process, the girl did not look at the quiet eyes again. Ning Yi walked back with her. Far away, the soldiers who got the information had come over here.
The fire passed from the street, and the voice was noisy. After a while, it went dark again. The streets where Ning Yi and Liu watermelon walked were remote. The two are not walking fast. The girl was silent for a while before she spoke again, and the voice was a little sinking at this time.
"...My family and Uncle Qi, originally a world friend, although it is not as close to Fang Bobo, but the rivers and lakes meet. It is always a tacit friendship. I thought this friendship will be passed down from generation to generation, I can’t think of it. It’s such a ending. It’s all people in the rivers and lakes. If you fight, you will only say that you are involuntarily...

The night is already deep, the girl's face is covered behind the shawl, and she can't see the expression, but her words are low, and she is more self-speaking than she talks about. Ning Yi walked on the side and didn't answer. There was a small stone bridge in front. The trees and trees on the bridge were silent in the darkness. In a small yard across the river, the light was shining, and the awning boat was gently shaken under the bridge. With.
The nature of the relationship between the two now, the guest is actually more than a friend, after the girl said this, probably feel that it should not say too much, there is no later. After a moment, she gently "snapped" for a moment, and suddenly raised her hand to cover her mouth, Ning Yi turned his head: "What?"
She did not speak, but after waving her hand to Ning Yi, she hurried forward toward the front and stood on the railing of the stone bridge. The upper body slightly tilted out. It seemed to be vomiting, but then she only coughed twice. Ning Yi saw the figure shake a few times, then leaned forward toward the bridge.
At this time, the girl took a heavy knife and leaned down. She couldn’t stop the castration, but she slowly leaned forward. Her hand had fallen down, and then her feet were suddenly off the ground. The lower abdomen pressed against the railing. It also seems to be interesting from afar. Ning Yi did see that she had begun to faint. I am afraid that she still had a sense of consciousness. She waved her hands, but finally she was top-heavy and fell down the river under the bridge.
The girl fell out of the railing, and Ning Yi had already rushed to reach out and grasped the cloth tied with the giant blade. The girl’s body was hanging below. This shook a few times, the cloth did not seem to be very strong, the eyes will be broken, the girl below moved slightly, and then, a strong force brought this person a knife, Ning Yi hands loose, girl The body slammed in the air.
Hearing and banging, the figure of the girl flew several times on the water, kicking it off the giant blade of the bondage, and his body cast it toward the shore. The giant blade fell into the water, splashing high water, and there was a small piece of grass on the bank of the river. The girl's body fell on the grass and rolled into the river bank twice. She stumbled a few times, holding her body with one hand, and wowed a blood.
After the blood vomited, the girl seemed to be awake, lying for a while, tearing off the shawl, moving backwards, sitting down on the river bank, taking a few deep breaths before bending her legs. Reaching out and embracing, curled up in the darkness of the bridge.
Her martial arts is higher, and she is still limited. Ning Yi, who is concerned about Qi Yuankang, is not clear, but the girl who wants to come to the front remembers the friendship of the past, and feels that she has to shoot the matter and flatten her troops to kill Qi Yuankang. I am afraid that I will try my best to fight alone in the rules of the rivers and lakes. The other side was on the road, and then he turned to the killer of Qi Jiafang. She took a sigh of relief to rule the rules of the river in her own heart. At this time, the internal injuries could not be suppressed.
The internal martial arts repair is a breath, this time the internal injury accumulates spit and bleeding, it shows that the injury is already very serious. Ning Yi walked around the bridge and jumped down the river bank. The girl looked at him and smiled lightly: "The hand is slaughtered by Li Ning Li? In the lower knife, Liu Dazhao... Please advise."
"Let's say something." Ning Yi said, sitting next to it, then whispered, "Long time and longitude."
"Oh, it’s time to give up... that’s me... I’m a knife and a watermelon...
she whispered. I thought about it, "If someone is going to listen to the knife, how to do it, others will laugh.... Some people will say that watermelon knife Liu Dawei, watermelon knife Liu watermelon. Maybe there is watermelon knife Liu Donggua, when I was a child, I called Watermelon, someone is right with me, it is called Liu Donggua. Liu Donggua, Liu Donggua..."
Probably relieved, and temporarily put down the pressure on the shoulders, the girl voice is soft, recalling the past, ridiculing myself. Ning Yi looked at the river flowing in front of him. Road: "There are Liu Liu... If you call Liu Beigua, you have to think about what the North Melon is. But as long as there are more people, but what is the knife, people can’t laugh. Although I am called a hand, but there is no martial arts, even if the name is ringing again, everyone will not be afraid."
"The hand is not so loud." The girl laughed and then looked at him. "However. If you don't have any martial arts, I am afraid it is also an eye-opener. Although you called such a ugly nickname, my famous tyrant Liu watermelon thinks that one day, you will be famous."
"The watermelon is good."
"Well... watermelon jade..." She nodded and repeated Ning Yi's sentence. Gradually laughed and suppressed the sound. Even laughing, using a fist to hammer twice on the grass, for a long while. I couldn't help but cough up and adjusted my breathing: "Actually, I wanted to find Li Tianyou's troubles tonight, but I was injured first. Later, there was still a fight. Then there is no way to do it. Now you I also killed them alone, and this thing will be done, okay?"
"Well, I didn't think about what I was going to do. It's not good enough."
"It's aggressive...hehe." Liu watermelon smiled. "There is nothing to be aggressive. At the beginning, the uncle and the crickets of them were plotting things, and the aunts of Baihua and the seven uncles came from time to time. I practiced martial arts every day. Helping to deal with Zhuangzhong things, pointing fingers and hands, they asked me, what ambitious future, I said, in the future to be a female emperor, a lot of people, then everyone will say, if the event really succeeds, Then I will be a female emperor, as long as it is something I see, I can manage it."
The girl treats people on weekdays, although there are also pretending heroes, but the inner paranoia is indifferent, and some are similar to the image of the so-called three no-girls in the later generations. Ning Yi thinks that when she was eleven years old, she would pinpoint the various things in the village. Can't help but laugh. As for the emperor, it is understandable. With her status in front of Fangla, if it is successful, it will be successful. It’s not a big deal for the tyrants to control the county and county. .
"Li Tianyou took advantage of his brother's prestige, and thought that what I said was a fake, always tempted. He always thought that the intrigue between those people could come to me. He always thought that I was like everyone else. If there is no such thing as Uncle Qi, the people around him will die tonight, but after all... Li Tian is here, I still can’t kill him after all, so... I’m doing it...

She said that in the end, there is still a bit of irony in the words. Li Tianyou tried all kinds of temptations, thinking that the things tonight are still in the middle of the scale, but I don’t know that it is beyond the tolerance of the girls in front of me, but even if the girl is quite unreasonable in many things, she is still one of the rivers and lakes. A lot of things, there is no way to do what I want, probably thinking of it here, she just said something that is somewhat interesting.
"In fact, I don't make any difference. People are in the rivers and lakes, and they are intriguing... But I think I am very powerful. I will take care of the things around me. People who are in the battalion camp, who live better than them, live a good life. More than other places. Up and down five hundred years, changed a lot of emperors, in fact, the difference is just a little bit better and a little bit worse, what you read all day long, what is the general, no use... Ning Liheng What are you saying?"
Ning Yi nodded. "Well, it's a little bit better, a little bit better, a little better, and a little worse."
Seeing him nod, Liu watermelon laughed with pride: "The best emperor can only manage the centuries in the world. I heard that the emperors thought about their own centuries of foundation. In fact, if the son is too stupid, the world will be bad. I am very happy. I am happy when I see people around me. Sometimes I feel like a shepherdess, the sheep in the sheepfold are fat, I am very happy, if it is sick, I I will be anxious to cry. I have been raised since I was a child. As for my death, it is their business, I want to live well. I have to earn my own life, I just can’t see them. They are too bitter, so they only It’s not really for them to raise and play. Just just can’t see the past...

Ning Yi listened to this: "This is a big hero." He actually knew early on that the pattern of girls was not big. She studied the intrigue of the whole day, explored human nature, and discussed with Ning Yi how to manage a stockade. In order to use some of the taro rice to provoke the rebellious mentality of others, she is complacent, but what she really cares about is nothing more than this stockade and the situation around her own stockade. I don’t think that others are too bad, too different from people, so I stand up and do things. At least in Ning Yi’s view, this kind of mood is more sincere.
"I am not a big hero. No one is crying around. I am very happy." The girl shook her head and silenced for a long while. "Everyone was trying to make things better and make the world more fair, so they started to rebel. I don't know why. Now, everyone has become different. Those who used to be the official to grab their things. Now they not only grab the official, but also grab everyone's things. They call and fight, even if the uncle is really What can be done, Yongle dynasty and Wu dynasty, what is the difference? I used to eat before, what does this matter have to do with me? After a hundred years, there will always be artificial counters... but I also Not so much, Fang Shushu started, I can be my emperor, take care of my stockade, people around the stockade, can also live better, for thousands of years, this is the best result. ...Ning Liheng, you are reading, for thousands of years, there will be no better results, right?"
Ning Yi nodded: "It is already very good."
Liu watermelon laughed: "It's already very good, that is to say that it is not good enough, then you can make it clear."
Starlight fell, the river whimpered, the two sat by the river, and from the chatter of Fangcai, Ning Yi felt a little funny, shook his head: "Already... almost the best, can be a shepherd, but also quite Ok."
"You read people, say heaven and earth, think about it all day, you just chat, talk about it..."
"Heaven and Earth are in the same place." Ning Yi laughed. "Where is such a thing, just like what you said, it is a difference between a little better and a little worse. Thousands of years ago, among the one hundred people, ninety were slaves. Ten people enjoy the blessings, all the way, eighty-nine people are farmers, and eleven people enjoy the happiness. This is the progress of the world. The so-called Datong is one hundred people enjoying happiness, but even in the worst time, There will be ten people enjoying happiness, so even at the best of times, there will definitely be ten people suffering..."
"What about us now?"
"For example, the 30 people outside enjoy the happiness, and the forty people in the tyrants camp enjoy the happiness. The people who can enjoy the forty people outside are the good emperors. Only those who enjoy the 30 people are faint. From this, 100 The fairness of 30% and the fairness of 40% are the difference."
The girl smiled and said: "Fifty steps to laugh."
"The things in this world are 50 steps and a hundred steps. It is good to be a little better. Those who say that you can't do things that don't make heaven and earth together, so don't do anything..." Ning Yi sighed. "It's all locusts."
The girl has been silent for a long time: "Ning Liheng, do you have any thoughts in your heart?" Then, he laughed. "You are alive, you are thinking about heaven and earth, you have thought about it, yes."
"No, but there is one possibility..."
"what?"
"How about two Liu Dazhao in the tyrants?"
"Ok?"
"You two, who let the people in the stockade live a happier life, whoever makes the people in the stockade live better, can be the owner of the village, let everyone choose."
"...I will win the divide and kill her..."
"If everyone can be Liu Dawei? If I want to be the owner of the village, I will say that I can do better than you, I have done some things now, everyone started to believe me. Next, the day The South General Manager has to come out as the owner of the village. He has also done a lot of things... The three of us have let the people in the stockade come to choose..."
"The stockade is the foundation of the ancestors. How can you choose this? If you do this, you have to gather people to kill me. I will also kill people. You will be with a group of old people who are following you. I don’t want to be a village owner."
After thinking about it as a proposition, the girl leaned back on her chin and answered quite well.
"But there is no equality between the law and the law. Everyone is the same person. Why do you want to be the owner? Can't I be?"
"The stockade is what I earned. Everyone is the same. This is also the thing of my family. You can't say that there is no high. My family is richer and will grab my home."
"..." Ning Yi is a bit speechless.
"You have nothing to say."
"Nothing is high, everyone is the same. Now the stockade is your home. The people in the stockade are not. They are all together to make a better life. The value they create... Hey, the relationship of production. Something is complicated..." Originally, it was said that Ning Yi felt a little headache now. The next step is to take a night of capital theory. "Can... simply say, fold your house's stockade. You are a rich man. Next, you will only have to work together and share the money you earned." You are the owner of the village, you can score more points. Now you are a good watermelon. With a conscience, the people in the stockade are 40% fair. If you have a bad watermelon, you only know the greed, only the left in the stockade. Thirty percent is fair."
Liu watermelon grinned.
"You have to be 50% fair, then you have to let everyone talk. Where is the sale of things this year, how can the money be divided? You can't say it by yourself, someone supervises you. At the end of the day, everyone feels the money is divided. Fair, that is really fair, if everyone feels unfair, next year you are not the owner."
"It's useless," said the girl. "Now I am a bad watermelon. I am a village owner. I said that the stockade was not chosen before. The stockade is my home. I have the final say. Whoever disagrees, all are rushing. Going and killing, it will be the same in the future. If I am a good watermelon, after a few years, I will step down, only forty years, and when the bad watermelon comes to power, it will be thirty in decades."
"So we must have supervision, separation of powers, and let the power of the villagers not be so big. The mechanism of supervision cannot be only one or two layers. The most important thing is to promote the people in the stockade and not to promote other things. The propaganda is that the law is equal, there is no high and low, so that everyone can believe in the heart, why is it equal, why there is no high, there must be many people to study, write a book, let these ideas It can be passed down from generation to generation, just like the Confucian idea now... Fairness and justice are not about letting all people choose. If you choose, you don’t care about anything. When you pick up the treasurer... These fifty steps are not just about going from power to top. The next point, the same is divided, there is responsibility, if people see only power, no responsibility, fifty steps can not be reached ..."
"...It’s a good thing to go to this 50% fairness. If I want to rebel, I can pull up a lot of people. The first thing I want is not rebellion, but let everyone choose me. The emperor. In this way, even after a thousand years, there will be no artificial anti-..."
The screaming words are deep, and the night is already deep. I don’t know when, I’m carrying a girl, walking in the direction of going home in the darkness, occasionally talking about some messy thoughts in the mouth, Ning Yi’s downs It’s not awkward. Democracy and freedom can be seen in the streets of the next generation. He simply sketches it out. Of course, there are also things that he can see. I think that when many people sing the sweetness of this fruit, many people say that from slavery to feudalism to capitalism, from the top of the pyramid. Of course, there are powers that can be diverted to the lower layers. What it needs most, or the lower layers can raise more and more responsibilities. This conscious privilege of civic responsibility requires a set of sound theories to support, people really believe that the country is their own, and people really want to maintain these things. The Western system of later generations is based on a set of democratic freedoms. In theory, it is based on their films, novels, and even the eyes of everyone. Culture and spirit are the root of everything.
These words are said later, the girl just squats on his back and listens. Her internal injuries are not fatal, but it is enough to bring great fatigue. At this time, Ning Yi also tied a bandage, stained with blood, and the same wolverines. At this time, it seems like a pair of rivers and lakes. Ning Yi’s voice is not big, quiet, he said, after all, just as the Liuliu Street was in sight, Liu watermelon raised his head and said softly:
Ning Liheng, you want to kill the emperor.

Ning Yi was silent, and the girl said: "You want to kill... Emperor of Wu Dynasty, want to kill the emperor of Yongle Dynasty, want to kill the emperor of the knife camp... You want to kill all the emperors..."
"Just talk about it."
Liu watermelon smashed down and then did not speak. When she reached the gate of the tyrants, she squatted on Ning Yi’s back and fell asleep. He carried the girl all the way in, and the soldiers who saw the knives were somewhat amazed. In a short while, Liu Tiannan also took people out. The group went all the way to Liu watermelon's bedroom. Ning Yi put her on the bed. At this time, the doctor had already come. When Ning Yi wanted to leave, the girl caught his hand.
She opened her eyes and looked at the top of the bed. In the eyes, there was a strange brilliance, calm and firm.
"Ning Liheng, we will start doing it tomorrow."
This is a bit embarrassing, but it contains a resolute dispelling the thoughts that everyone might think about in this regard. The girl was lying on the bed and didn't say anything else. As the doctor of the medical hall came over, Xiao Yan also came in a short while, and saw the state of Ning Yi, anxious to almost cry.
However, Ning Yi did not have any problems after all. They waited for a while in the outside yard. After confirming that Liu’s watermelon was stable, Ning Yi left with a small donkey. After leaving the courtyard of the yard, Ning Yi looked back and looked sharp, and some eyes... mournful.
Everything is impossible.
Ning Yi believes in the superiority of democracy. Even though he is a dictator himself, he even believes that there will be a state after the capitalist society called the society@会#主义, when the social material is extremely developed and sufficient, fairness is further obtained. In the implementation, people's participation in the society is higher, then it is worthy of the title of @会#主义.
But now, everything is just empty talk.
In the current Confucian law is extremely powerful, people are used to pigs and pigs, accustomed to when there are "adults" to arrange at this time, the idea of ​​democracy is developing, it also needs hundreds of years of brainwashing to be convincing, like Liu Dazhao said that the stockade is her home, and why do you choose the owner? Ask 90% of the people in the world at this time, they will think like this. Even if a system is no better, no culture can't support it, because people don't believe it, they only need benefits, but they don't participate. In the past 100 years, it has not included the interest of the period, the swords and arrows, especially in the East. To fight against Confucianism, the huge counterattack will be unimaginable for everyone.
Fang La has no such time, and Liu Dazhao does not, even in Wu Dynasty. When someone is so devoutly going in this direction, the more they force, the more they will only become two words at the end: internal friction.
Liu watermelon is a very good girl~EbookFREE.me~ If possible, he hopes she can have a good result, but there is no other way at the moment. The rebellion of Fang La can't be won. According to the history he knows, this rebellion is not as powerful as the later generations of Li Zicheng and the Tianping Heavenly Kingdom. There is no rebellion of any odds. When it is dragged over, it will only make the situation of the Wu Dynasty even worse. In the presence of characters such as Qin Yuyuan and Qian Xiwen, Ning Yi, who is ready for the North, can only choose. Let Fang La fall down as early as possible.
He was not deliberately selling and inciting such thoughts, but the long-term instincts still let him go in this direction. He only vaguely said that this would be beneficial to him. He did not deliberately think about how much there would be. The ideal result, but in the end it became like this.
He didn't know what it would be like in the end, maybe he woke up the next day, and the clever woman would give up the unrealistic idea. But in any case, this thing will not bring him any good or bad results. Now, let's take a look at it.
When the stars fell, the turmoil in the city just stopped. On the night of the seventh day of September 9th, Wu Jinghan was quietly passing through an atmosphere of chilling and ampoules. No one knows, there is something in this night and dream, and in the end, it will become a monster of horror... (to be continued.)