Chapter 152 The illusion of ideals

For several days in a row, prison life was relatively harmonious and peaceful. In the prison, a woman named Lan'er was the first person Yin'er met. Her fingernails had been beaten off by the interrogating jailer, and her legs were covered with

Purulent blood can be found on Yin'er's body

The plasters were not enough to distribute to people with the same injuries in the prison, and his own leg injuries also recovered very slowly. Yin'er, who had been isolated from the world for a long time, enjoyed the heroine's addiction in the cell and also accepted a large number of apprentices.

It would be a lie to say it is not lively, but it is impossible to say it is happy.

The situation was very turbulent, and Yin'er knew it very well. She looked at the small sky outside the window and said to herself: "They probably don't know that I'm in prison. What's worse, Chuanyu even invited me to go on a tour.

Ting, Shengnan is still waiting for me to welcome him back..."

Lan'er leaned over and asked, "What are you talking about?" Lan'er looks very delicate, but the distance between her eyes is a bit too wide, which makes her not very pretty.

Yin'er snorted: "I'm thinking about my two friends." Lan'er snorted, with a slight smile: "Just thinking about it, you're thinking of two more?"

Yin'er's face turned red and she changed the subject: "How did you become a beggar? I mean, you don't look like..."

Lan'er lowered her head and was silent for a long time before raising her head again: "We are not beggars. We are all farmers here, but we can't survive...I am originally from Lin'an. Although our family is not

extremely rich

, I also had a few pieces of my own land, but I didn’t expect that my father was suffering from tuberculosis. After all the land was cleared, it was not enough to treat the disease. So my mother went to the rich man’s house to borrow money, signed a note, worked on it, and paid it back for a period of three years...

…”

Yin'er groaned: "Three years..."

"Three years is a short time, isn't it? In those three years, my mother seemed to have aged thirty years. She worked hard to earn enough money to pay off her debts. My father also passed away and she had no money for the funeral. Debt collectors also came to the house.

"

"Didn't you pay off your debt?" The thin beggar also leaned over.

Lan'er choked with sobs: "Yes, the written note was obviously burned, but the debt collector still holds the written note in his hand, and it is exactly the same..."

Yin'er's eyes widened: "Why?"

The leader snorted: "This is a dirty way to bully good people. The evidence burned in front of others is false. How despicable!"

Yin'er heard this ridiculous thing for the first time and found it unbelievable.

Lan'er buried her head and cried: "My mother was crushed like this. That year, the three of us siblings became orphans. Within a few months, we were separated one by one. I was wandering on the streets of a foreign land and was saved by a kind person.

Come on, that man treated me so well, providing me with food, clothing, swimming and shelter. Who would have thought that he was a beast! He took away... took away my chastity... and sold me to a farmer's family in Jiankang.

, this year

After the disaster, the village had no harvest, so everyone came out to look for food, but my poor child starved to death..." As he said this, he felt so painful that he hugged his head and was speechless. Yin'er leaned over and hugged her tightly.

, Yin'er did not have such an experience. She was separated from her relatives, raped, and watched the death of her child but could do nothing. But in fact, in troubled times, how many people have had more painful experiences than this...

The white-faced beggar next to Lan'er pondered for a while, and then said: "Actually, my story is similar to the girl's." As he spoke, he used his hands to push away the mud on the ground, "My family makes a living by selling fruits, and the business is...

Every year is worse than the last, until this year, it is the last hope

, as long as we can sell the fruits from that cart, we can maintain our livelihood for a long time. Who knows, because of the slippery road, the cart overturned and fell in the middle of the road. All the passers-by rushed up to pick up the fruits, and no one did not pick up the fruits.

Taking it as your own...took away my last chance of survival..."

"If everyone is living well, why do you go crazy to grab other people's things?" Lan'er sighed, "Just because of this, you become a beggar..."

The leaves were swirling outside the window, holding the winter wind. Yin'er didn't know what Little Qinhuai and Dandao Valley were doing at this time, just like Xiao Qinhuai and Dandao Valley didn't know about these people in prison. They all thought they were doing it for the country.

I am running around in the world for these people.

They work hard, but they don't know that there is an insurmountable gap between them and the people. They all have martial arts, which can be used to defend their dignity and the lives of themselves and their families. But these people are different. They can only try to prevent themselves from being more pitiful.

Even more sad...

The cell bosses brought several jars of wine and got half drunk. They talked about Xiao Qinhuai, and Yin'er obviously wanted to listen. "Little Qinhuai lost a leader yesterday. He was looking for it everywhere in a hurry, but he still had time to bring it with him.

Those people are making trouble!?" "No, Master Qin and Master Su are most afraid of Li Junqian. He also suspects that their leader has been caught by us." "Aren't they an anti-gold organization? Why are they going against the imperial court?

"

Yin'er was startled, and Huang He's sarcastic voice suddenly sounded in his heart: "They don't even have enough food and clothing." "What's the use of just fifty of you?" And of these fifty, how many are left now?

There was a crazy woman in prison who kept banging her head against the cell door for twelve hours a day. The prison boss drank until she got drunk, and she also made noisy to the extreme. Unable to avoid being disgusted by the prison boss: "You are so stupid."

Fierce bitch! If you go crazy again, you will be beheaded next year anyway! Live your life quietly!" After listening calmly, the crazy woman bit her sleeve and lay down in the corner.

Yin'er looked at this crazy woman and felt pity. Suddenly, a little bit of her mother's shadow flashed across her face: I hope my mother won't be so pitiful...

The leader seemed to be stimulated by the jailer. He sat alone in a corner with his head in his hands. He lost the fierceness that used to be on his face. Yin'er noticed this and asked worriedly: "What's wrong?"

Longtou's strong face was filled with helplessness: "My wife is still waiting for me to come home...but I'm about to behead her...I didn't want to kill that person, I didn't kill that person...Her parents didn't allow her to

Come to see me, but I know she wants to, how much I want to tell her not to wait for me to go back, not to wait for me..." Longtou's previous tyranny was replaced by a man's tenderness, and Yin'er seemed to see his wife

, waiting for him to come back while spinning, but he can never go back...

Yin'er fell into a drowsy sleep: Is there any hope for resisting the Jin Dynasty? A very strange melody sounded in her heart, as if she saw a battlefield thousands of miles away, half a roll of broken flags, and a meaningless ranking.

, fifty people... When they were half asleep and half awake, a dangerous thought suddenly flashed through their minds:

Should I continue to resist gold?

Should we continue to resist gold?

Anti-gold? On this road, how many people are my staunchest allies, with the most iron-clad will, who can pass on power to me forever and ever...

I have learned martial arts for so many years and received many educations and tests, but I don’t know where to go.

Yin'er cried and prayed in her heart: I hope you are all more determined than me...

Suddenly, a white figure appeared at the door of the cell. Yin'er stood up in a daze and found that this young man was the sword master who suddenly attacked her.

Yin'er was stunned and asked softly: "Who are you, a lackey of the Jin people?"

The young man remained silent, making her smile unclearly, very beautiful and very evil: "Where is your Kawayu? Why didn't he come here to find you? He should have known that you were here, why didn't he come to save you?

"

Yin'er's body was shaken. Yes, she remembered that Chongli saw her when she fell to the ground. So Chuanyu already knew her whereabouts, why didn't he come to save her?
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