High above, Dongfang Ke's eyes were firmly fixed on this small combination of a man and two women. He kept pinching the fingers of his right hand and murmured: "Interesting, really interesting. △￠"
Zhuo Yifan took out his fan and waved it a few times in a pretentious manner. He took the opportunity to look around and found nothing suspicious, so he felt a little at ease. Looking at Lian Nishang again, his eyes focused on "Zhen Kun" standing on the high platform.
, with a mesmerized look on her face. She was secretly unhappy in her heart. To say that she felt sorry for her "obsession" was to say that she was vaguely jealous.
Lian Nishang was completely different from the women he had come into contact with - the daughter of the Jianghu, there were many people with a bold temperament, but few were as knowledgeable as her, had her own ideas, and could make a point for everything.
Although Zhuo Yifan doesn't quite agree with her opinions most of the time, deep down he still pities her "talent" and is even more attracted to her independent and unruly character. He often feels that such a woman has become a "fake queen".
It's really a pearl hidden in the dark, wasted in vain.
It's a pity that he has a heavy responsibility, the Ming Dynasty, the country, and the safety of millions of people. He can't care about the love between his children and can only watch her fall. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh secretly.
While he was sighing, Zuo Yamei, who was sitting on the other side of him, suddenly stood up and waved violently. Zhuo Yifan was startled and looked intently. It turned out that another group of students came to the entrance. At a glance, they were all female students.
, Yingying Yanyan was chatting and laughing while walking, and the singing of Yingying Yanyan was indescribably clear and sweet.
Even though Zhuo Yifan was already used to it, he couldn't help but feel distracted and almost didn't dare to look over.
The students who came this time were dressed differently from the students from the so-called "Fangcaodi": a light white short-sleeved top and a dark blue vest dress. They were elegant and generous. Their temperament was different from that of the female students from Fangcaodi.
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There was another small commotion among the naturalized people and indigenous people who were watching the excitement. Many of the female students currently studying at the Women's College of Arts and Sciences have backgrounds in the maid training class, so their appearance and figure are better than those in Fangcaoyang.
Female students are at a higher level.
Zhuo Yifan asked: "Where did this student come from?"
"They are from the Women's College of Arts and Sciences." Zuo Yamei said proudly, "They are all my school girls..."
"Women's liberal arts?" Zhuo Yifan didn't know what "liberal arts" was, but he still understood "women" and "academy". He couldn't help but be surprised: there is a school just for women! What kind of "study" is this?
At that time, there were also so-called "boudoir teachers" in Jiangnan and other places, but these were only small-scale "private schools" with a very small number. In addition to poetry and books, they only taught some knowledge such as poetry, calligraphy and painting, the so-called "boudoir taste". Chat.
It has no practical significance other than being used as a talking point for scholars and gentry after dinner. A school with fifty or sixty students like this is simply unheard of.
The thief not only allows women to enroll in school, but also runs a "women's school" and appoints women as officials. What is the purpose? Zhuo Yifan cannot understand. In his opinion, scholars spend ten years in poverty, and many people cannot be proud of themselves in the academic field for life. Barely.
What's the use of training a young boy and working as a copywriter to make a living, and then asking these many women to study? Could it be that Kun Thief has learned some kind of magic after being overseas for a long time. He wants to "reverse the world" and disrupt China.
Feng shui?
Thinking of this, Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end: If that's true, the Kun thieves not only want to conquer the Ming Dynasty, but also want to seize the thousand-year rule of China...
For a moment, Zhuo Yifan even had the idea of sacrificing his life and dying with the thief Kun.
Just as he was thinking wildly, he suddenly heard that Lian Nishang sighed again. He seemed to be very envious: "You are lucky..."
There seemed to be some resentment in his words. Zhuo Yifan thought to himself, could this liberal arts college be better than Fangcaodi? Before he could recover, Zuo Yamei had blurted out:
"What is a good fortune? They all got wiped out in the end." She pointed to the girls below, "They are the ones with a good fortune. If you study seriously, you don't have to think about when the leader will be there all day long...
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Lian Nishang winked, and Zuo Yamei seemed to feel that it was inappropriate to say these words in front of an "outsider" like Zhuo Yifan, so she stopped abruptly, took out a dried squid and stuffed it into her mouth.
Zhuo Yifan's interest soared. He knew that the conversation just now vaguely revealed the secrets of the Kun thief. He wanted to ask questions, but he was worried about arousing Lian Nishang's vigilance.
At this time, I suddenly saw seven or eight girls coming in with a black box hanging on their chests and hanging on their necks with thin leather straps. As soon as they entered the venue, they scattered like birds: some
They went straight to the stage, while some climbed onto the seats, went straight to high places, and had to walk around the venue. From time to time, these girls would raise the wooden boxes on their chests to their eyes and take a photo of something.
Zhuo Yifan just felt baffled and didn't know what he meant. At this time, he saw one of the tall girls with bright eyes and white teeth waving to Zuo Yamei from under the stands. Zuo Yamei also waved, and then turned her head towards
Zhuo Yifan turned sideways, and then raised his hands like scissors. Zhuo Yifan was surprised when he saw the girl below holding up the wooden box and "photographing" it towards him.
"Yami, don't forget the rehearsal time!" The girl below put down the box and shouted to Zuo Yami.
"I know, Airi!"
"This is?"
"This is Lin Aili, my school girl. Is she pretty?" Zuo Yamei said with a smile.
According to Zhuo Yifan, although this female student named Lin Aili has bright eyes, white teeth, and black hair, her eyes are too big, her nose is too high, her legs are too long, and her breasts are too big. She looks too healthy and too
Lively... In short, she was completely unlike the various women he had seen in the past, as if she was from another world.
Not only this Lin Aili, but also Lian Nishang, Zuo Yamei, and even the ordinary naturalized women on the street all gave him a similar impression.
"Transform barbarian into summer!" This word suddenly entered his mind. His expression suddenly changed, but he quickly suppressed his emotions and responded to the accident by saying, "She is indeed a beauty."
Then he asked: "What is Miss Lin's wooden box?"
"It's a camera." Zuo Yamei said, "It's very useful for taking pictures. You can fix people and scenery on the picture in an instant. It looks like they are real..."
Zhuo Yifan was immediately horrified - this was simply a witchcraft! For a moment, he even doubted whether his soul had been taken away, but he secretly used his skills to find that there was no abnormality in his limbs, and there was no sense of chaos in his mind, so he felt a little at ease.
But I heard Zuo Yamei still saying, "...When the photos are developed and printed, I will ask Airi to print a few more and give one to each of you."
These words aroused Zhuo Yifan's curiosity again. What does this so-called "real-like picture" look like? Although it is a little scary, he is still a young man after all, and has a strong interest in new things. Now he turned on the fan
As soon as he collected it, he smiled and said:
"Then it will be hard work."
At noon, the sun was shining brightly in Lingao, and there were few pedestrians on the street.
A tall and thin figure walked up to the building of the General Administration of Political and Security, took out his ID and showed it to the gate guard. After a while, a staff member walked out of the building and introduced him into the building.
As soon as I walked into the building, a sense of coolness spread throughout my body, and the heat suddenly disappeared.
"Please go this way, Chief." He was greeted by a young staff member of the Political Security Bureau. His black uniform with a blue collar badge was neatly ironed.
Dongfang Ke couldn't figure out their strange military rank system: "Well, thank you."
They walked along the corridor paved with stone slabs, their dull footsteps echoing in the empty corridor. The light and shadow projected from the skylight through the sunshades gave everything a pale and bright color. The rooms in the corridor
The door was closed, and there was no writing except for the number on it. At every turn and at the entrance of every staircase, there was a fully armed guard standing with two revolvers in his hands, looking at him expressionlessly.
Everyone who passes by.
Dongfang Ke followed the staff to the third floor. At the top of a corridor, there was a leather-wrapped door. When he walked in, there was the secretary's office. A female secretary in black uniform stood up immediately.
"The chief wants to meet with the regional commander!" the staff member said concisely.
The female secretary immediately opened the door and walked in. Within a minute, she walked out again and opened the door to the back room.
"Please come in!"
"Thanks."
Dongfang Ke walked in, secretly complaining about the pomp and circumstance of the Political Security Bureau. He was still wearing a linen shirt and old jeans that had been washed white. His hair rope was changed to gray, and he rarely hung up his headphones.
The room was large, but the decoration was very ordinary, completely in the Spartan style favored by the senators. Apart from the surprisingly large desk, there was nothing special about it.
"Hello, what a rare visitor!" Wu Mu stood up to greet him from behind the table. His uniform was exactly the same as that of the staff, even much older. Dongfang Ke still couldn't figure out what the military rank he wore was called, but Wu Mu
He is the number two figure in the Political Security Bureau and one of the most powerful figures in the Senate. He fully understands this.
Although he was smiling all over his face at this moment, there was more doubt written on his face: obviously he didn't know how a soy sauce veteran who had always been withdrawn and now turned to literature and art would think of coming to the office for an interview.
"You're welcome."
Dongfang nonchalantly pulled up the chair and sat down, then looked directly at the female secretary. The latter stopped asking if she wanted tea, turned around and left immediately and closed the door.
"Director Wu, you'd better prepare a shorthand notebook or recording equipment. I have a situation to report to you."
"What's the situation?" Wu Mu was a little confused: Does this mean he wants to report that there are elders who want a coup? "Please say it, I'm listening." (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!