Crossing the Continent in the Eighteenth Century

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I don't remember exactly how many years in the past the Fourth Crusade in the world happened when Constantinople was captured by the Crusaders, but here, Constantinople was ravaged by the Crusaders in 1206.

Sometimes, I feel that the history of the Roman Empire is very similar to the country where I lived in the past.Both are big brothers in their respective geography, and both are genuinely proud of their civilizations.Yes, although the Romans did not invent paper, compass, black powder and other technologies that promote the progress of world civilization, they are an ancient empire. As early as when the barbarians were still small tribes, they had already included the Mediterranean Sea and took advantage of inland lakes. Even if the empire is declining, the declining Rome is still the guardian of the Christian faith in Europe, standing at the forefront of the East and fighting against the pagans for thousands of years.It's just that the two are also due to the decline of national power, so that the two ancient and proud countries and civilizations are constantly being beaten in the face.One was brutally opened the door of the country, and was called the sick man of East Asia, and the other was even worse. After the capital was looted, the entire civilization and country collapsed in an unstoppable trend.

Fortunately, there is a traverser here who gave the damn wheel of fate a hard kick, allowing the wheel's trajectory to run over the balls of the Venetians and the Crusaders, crushing them into powder.

The surviving Roman Empire faithfully recorded the traces left by that looting, just as we Chinese look at the Nanjing Massacre and the Eight-Power Allied Forces' invasion of Beijing, turning it into a brand of shame on our faces.Of course, this is also an indelible shame for the Imperial Army.As a result, every time the key point was reached on the battlefield countless times, the emperor and prince would always call out, "Do you want to repeat the shame in Constantinople?"

According to the statistics of historians, before the Mongolian expedition to the west, there were 78 emperors in Dongluo, and the emperors who died on the battlefield could be counted with a slap. However, after the Mongolian expedition to the west, there were 57 emperors and 11 died. On the war zone.As a person with royal blood flowing through my body, I grew up with a deep understanding of Daddy's hatred for Western European countries and pagans.But hatred is a good thing, although it is easy to make people mad, it has made Dong Luo many brave emperors and princes.

But, what about the women of the upper class of the empire?

I quietly waited for the literary girl's reply, wondering what kind of attitude she would respond to me.Is it a face that has nothing to do with you?Or continue to be angry in response to my strong words?Or express understanding of us in a clear and righteous way?

I waited for a long time, and when I arrived, the little head of the literary girl was getting more and more drooping. When I walked in, there was a faint sobbing sound.

Why are you crying again?

... I really couldn't understand the woman, so I dug around and handed her a handkerchief from behind.

The literary girl turned around and raised her head, tears welled up in her eyes, her eyelashes were stained with fine crystal diamonds, shining in the dim light, making people feel distressed just looking at them.She was stunned when she saw the handkerchief before taking it away.

It didn't work, instead it was smashed over.

The fluffy handkerchief flew out, swinging slowly in mid-air, and then floated to my feet.

The literary girl wiped her face indiscriminately, her eyes were red, and she began to cry: "Go away! I don't want to talk to you!!"

A few years later, I was puzzled and asked the reason why the literary girl cried inexplicably in the Thalia Theater.The girl who has officially entered Yujie's age from being a lolita girl punched me angrily because I made her a sinner for the breach of Constantinople. Thinking of countless families being torn apart because of this, facing the With the horrific scene of hell in her mind, of course she wants to cry... Faced with the irreversible reality that Dione Street is about to be demolished, she certainly has more reason to cry... Knowing that she is being bullied by such a hateful villain like me, she can't help but cry. She who resisted should cry even more...

...In fact, she should pray that God will strike me with a thunderbolt...

At this moment, I picked up the handkerchief on the ground, turned and left.

The weeping behind him grew louder.

"I hate you to death!!!"

The hysterical crying of the literary girl made me feel anxious.

It's really too much to think about what I did.How to use idioms to describe my behavior... bullying others.That's right, I never thought about demolishing the whole street, but people didn't know, so my behavior is similar to those people in my memory who drive a good car and kill someone, but don't care about calling themselves a high-ranking official. What's the difference?

In other words, am I a scumbag?

By the way, I'm actually still tempted by the proposal to go to Wendir first and then make up for the ticket.

I remember I wasn't like that before.

I will help the elderly to cross the road, I will wait for the owner when I find the wallet, and I will blush for a long time when I hold a girl's hand. Foolishly ran over early in the morning....

It seems that in the past, the position of my butt was just one more, one less, and one less common people, but now...

Sure enough, power really corrupted me into a scumbag?A scumbag who will do anything to achieve his goals?Maybe it's just cheating little girls today, what about the future?You know, after a while, I will graduate from the military academy. Once I step into the center of power at that time, what kind of person will I become?

"Your Highness, it's not good to let that lady stay there like this." The attendant who opened the car door for me looked at the poor noble girl not far away who was crying, and said, "Her father is considered an important minister of the court. You have also met the Vice-Chairman of the Auditor-General of the Ministry of Finance, Marquis Jimischi, who is also an executive officer and a royal advisor."

"Thank you for your reminder." Today is really not a good day, I almost got into the carriage in a daze.I can talk about things that I have to struggle with in the future, and I have to end what I have started now.

After going back and forth, the literary girl took a few steps back to keep a distance from me: "Bad guy, what are you doing here again?"

I put away the handkerchief and took a look at the literary girl: "I have to thank you for taking me to see the "Hypocrite" today. At the end, what do you think of the ending?"

The literary girl had a strange expression on her face, she snorted coldly, very unfriendly: "Say what you have to say!"

I shrugged and didn't care about her attitude, which I asked for: "I don't like the ending, don't you think it's very strange for the king who didn't show up all of a sudden like a god who knows all things to expose the hypocrite Is it abrupt? This drama is just a third-rate work to please the superiors."

"so what?"

"I think the ending should be revised. The king didn't have a special envoy. The rich man and his brother were thrown into prison, the whole family was on the street except for the daughter, and the old mother couldn't stand the blow and went crazy, and finally ended up in the arms of the rich man's wife on a cold and hungry night. Died. The wife of the rich man was desperate, so she had to wrong herself to let the hypocrite defile her body in exchange for a meal. Later, the hypocrite used the contract to forcefully marry the daughter of the rich man. Her lover rushed to the wedding scene to kill the hypocrite, but unexpectedly let the hypocrite shoot him with a musket Killed. That night, the girl who lost her lover lost her first night. But I didn’t expect the hypocrite to force her to share the bed with the rich man’s wife to serve him. The rich man’s wife and daughter finally killed the hypocrite, and finally hanged himself in the house. In the prison The rich man who heard the news of the death of his mother, wife, and daughter also committed suicide..."

"Too cruel! How could you do this!!!" The literary girl interrupted me with a scream, she covered her ears, "I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen!! I don't want to listen!!!"

"Don't you think this ending is very instructive?...The writer reminded me that as the creator of the script, he can write whatever he wants. So, I want to come over and play a game with you, because I To write a script, let you see the difference between a good author and a third-rate writer." I took out a coin talking to myself, and waved it in front of the literary girl squatting on the ground. The lower part is shining brightly, "The fate of Dione Street lies on both sides of this coin, why, do you want to play?"

Today is my third time playing a game, but I want to play something special.

Penny Weiss moved his lips, and after a few seconds, his eyes became extremely determined: "The crossroad of fate is right after this coin, okay! Then no matter what will meet me at the end, I'm ready." Get ready! What am I going to do now? You toss the coin first, and I win if you guess the upside of the coin?"

I shook my head.

"I'll guess first, and then you toss it. If it's up, I guessed, so I win?"

I continue to shake my head.

"what on earth do you want?"

"Guess first, and tell me the result after I toss the coin."

The literary girl quickly grasped the point: "Then whether I win or not is up to you in the end!"

"Yes."

There is a 50.00% chance of heads and a 50.00% chance of tails. If she just guesses heads and tails, she has a 50.00% chance. I don't want her to win, she can't win!It seems that no matter what she thinks, it will be a typo.

"You...you...cheating!!" The literary girl was trembling with anger, presumably it was the first time in her life she had seen a hooligan like me.

"Little sister, you can choose not to play."

"Who says you can't play!! If you don't play, you have no chance. If you play, at least you have a little hope of winning! Also, I'm not a little sister!" Penny Weiss said with a glare.

"You are really stubborn."

"It's persistence!"

"Okay, kid. Heads or tails?

"The other side!"

"I started throwing."

To be honest, I kind of like this girl who speaks full of literature and art but is stubborn and cute, likes to cry, but is suspected of being a martial arts prodigy who can learn without a teacher, especially when I see those serious His eyes were tense with the constantly flipping coins.

The coin fell into my palm, and the expectant brilliance in Pennywise's eyes gradually disappeared as I slowly moved away the palm pressing on the coin. The coin that fell into my palm was heads.

"You guessed tails?" I asked knowingly.

Penny Weiss pursed her lips and her eyes began to fog again, she nodded.

"Miss Pennywise, then congratulations, you have won a chance to save Dione Street."

"Ah?" The literary girl was dumbfounded, "What did you just say?"

"You have won a chance to save the Rue Dione," I repeated.

Penny Weiss was stunned for a moment, and then she moved closer to me, the two of them were very close to each other, face to face, nose to nose, the heat of breathing lingered between the two of them, very ambiguous : "You really promised not to demolish the Rue Dione?"

"I didn't say no, I just said you got a chance to save Dione Street."

"What do you mean..." the literary girl was dissatisfied.

"To put it simply, I no longer support the demolition of Dione Street. But you are not enough if I am on your side, because there are more than 30 people in our group."

"My God! There are more than 30 people, do I have to go to work one by one?"

stare?Stare back!Well, finally unable to withstand my fiery eyes, my sister turned her head away.After working for a long time, I made my sister cry and make trouble, I can finally throw out the most real purpose: "You can mobilize your sisters and friends!"