High above, Dongfang Ke's eyes were firmly fixed on this small pair of men 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 relieved. Looking at Lian Nishang again, his eyes focused on "Zhen Kun" who was standing on the high platform, with a mesmerized expression. I felt secretly unhappy. To say that he felt sorry for her "obsessiveness", it would be better to say that he 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 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 walking and talking and laughing, and the singing of Yingying Yanyan was indescribably clear and beautiful.
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. There is generosity in her elegance, and her temperament is different from that of the female students in Fangcao Cao.
There was another small commotion among the naturalized people and indigenous people who were watching the excitement. Many of the female students in the Women's College of Arts and Sciences who are currently studying are from the maid training class, so in terms of appearance and figure, they are at a higher level than the female students in Fangcaodi.
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" meant. But "women" and "academy" still understood, and I couldn't help but be surprised: there was a private school just for women! What kind of "learning" is this?
At that time, there were also so-called "boudoir tutors" in Jiangnan and other places, but these were only small-scale "private schools". The number is very small. In addition to poetry and books, they are nothing more than teaching some knowledge of poetry, calligraphy and painting. The so-called "boudoir taste" is quite unique. It has no practical significance other than being used as a talking point for scholars and gentry after dinner. A private school with fifty or sixty students can suddenly appear like this. Simply unheard of.
Not only did the thieves allow girls to attend school, but they also ran special "girls' private schools". What is the purpose of appointing women as officials? Zhuo Yifan couldn't understand. In his opinion, scholars lived in poverty for ten years, and many of them couldn't be proud of themselves in the exams for the rest of their lives. They could barely make a living by training as a pupil or working as a ghostwriter. What's the point of asking these many women to study? use? Could it be that Kun Thief has learned some kind of witchcraft after being overseas for a long time? Want to "reverse the world" and disrupt China's feng shui?
Thinking of this, Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but feel his hair standing on end: If this is true, the bandits not only want to seize 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 extremely envious: "You have a good life..."
There seemed to be some resentment in the words. Zhuo Yifan thought to himself, could this liberal arts college be better than Fangcaodi? Before he could recover, Zuo Yamei blurted out:
"What is a good life? They all got wiped out in the end." She pointed to the girls below, "They are the ones with a good life. They study seriously. They don't have to think about when the leader will be there all day long... …”
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 chest and hanging from their necks with a thin belt. As soon as they entered the venue, they scattered like birds: some went straight to the stage, others climbed onto their seats and went straight to higher places, and some had to wander 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 it meant. At this time, I saw one of the tall girls with bright eyes and white teeth waving to Zuo Yamei from under the stands. Zuo Yamei also waved, then turned her head towards Zhuo Yifan, and then raised her hands in a scissor shape. 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 at 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 looked 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.
"Transforming barbarians into summer!" This word suddenly entered his mind. His expression suddenly changed, but he quickly suppressed his emotions and said in response: "She is indeed a beauty." He then asked: "What is Miss Lin's wooden box? "
"It's a camera." Zuo Yamei said, "It's good for taking pictures. You can fix people and scenery on the picture in an instant, and it looks like they are real..."
Zhuo Yifan suddenly felt horrified - this is 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 were no abnormalities in his limbs, his mind did not feel chaotic, and he felt 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 he feels a little scared, he is still a young man and has a strong interest in new things. He immediately put away his fan and said with a smile:
"Then it'll 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 General Administration of Political Security building, took out his ID and showed it to the 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 Political Security Bureau staff member. The black uniform with a blue collar patch was pressed perfectly.
Dongfang Ke couldn't figure out their strange military rank system: "Well, thank you."
They walked along the stone-paved corridor, 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 doors in the corridor are closed, with no words except the numbers on them. At every turn and at the entrance of every staircase, there was a heavily armed guard standing with two revolvers in his hands, looking at everyone who passed by without expression.
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 inner room sideways.
"Please come in!"
"Thanks."
Dongfang Ke walked in and secretly complained about the situation 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 had headphones hanging on.
The room is large, but the decoration is very ordinary, completely in the Spartan style favored by the senators. There's nothing special about it, except for the surprisingly large desk.
"Hello, what a rare guest!" 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 an elder who wants a coup? "Please say it, I'm listening." (To be continued.
