Mystery Makes Me Strong

The latest website: "I want to be a lady." Wang Wenwen raised his hand.

The family members sat in a row, waiting for the wizard to choose.

"That's the heroine, it's not your turn." Xiao Huan shook his head.

"For shrimp?" Wang Wenwen said unconvinced, "Can't I wear makeup?"

"You can only be tricks." Xiao Huan said.

"What's there to say?"

"Dragon sets will not be tossed, the protagonist will be tossed back and forth, do you think?"

"That's fine."

"Oh, Phantom Director, what position do you think I can arrange?" Zhao Han asked amusingly.

"Just be a cook." Xiao Huan looked up and down and said.

"Cook, cook? Alright, alright." Zhao Han lowered his head and said dejectedly.

"You can be content. I gave it to you for the sake of a good relationship. There are more than 200 lines of tricks, but it's not easy to find."

"It turns out that the phantom guide is still directed at me. I don't know what those more than 200 lines are?" Zhao Han asked with a look of hope, completely losing his seriousness and seriousness in the company.

"Madam, it's time to eat. Madam, it's time to clean up." Xiao Huan thought hard and replied.

"Isn't that just two sentences?" Zhao Han couldn't understand.

"Yeah, repeat each one a hundred times, or more than two hundred sentences." Xiao Huan looked at her with the eyes of a fool.

"Hahaha." Everyone burst into laughter.

"Okay, okay." Zhao Han said helplessly.

"What role are you giving me?" Wu Shanshan asked.

"I won't favor one over the other. You also have more than 200 sentences, and you are a laundry worker."

"Oh, wouldn't it be 'Madam, it's time to do the laundry, Madam, the clothes are finished'?" Wu Shanshan asked amusingly.

"Uh, you are smarter than Hanhan, you don't need me to teach you." Xiao Huan nodded directly.

The crowd then burst into laughter.

Then the family was arranged with various tricks, including grooms, roadside vendors, church guards, vulgar and ignorant citizens...

The crowd was excited and ready to shoot.

The lights and sound are ready, and the actors are in place.

The venue began to evolve, and time and space were frozen.

…………

Somewhere in a civic square, flowers are spread on the edge of a high platform, and on the high platform, a handsome black-haired man is giving a generous speech.

"The stars move in a fixed way, and their orbits don't change for thousands of years, tens of thousands of years. The earth is not the center, and they don't revolve around the earth."

"When sailors are on the ocean, they're in the stars, pointing the way."

"Their light, though faint, illuminates our path!"

"That's light, that's electricity, that's reason, it will break through the sky of ignorance!"

"Here!" A priest led the guards, rushed to the high platform, and pushed the man to the ground.

"You can keep me from talking, but you can't stop the light of the stars!" The man lay on the ground with his hands raised!

"Burn him to death!" cried the priest, in a fit of rage.

The guards looked at him, and someone shook his head and said, "Nero often attends Mrs. Arnst's salon gatherings, so let's ask the bishop first."

A priest has no such power yet.

"Didn't hear what he was talking about? He actually said that the earth is not the center of the universe!" The priest said in exasperation.

The guards still shook their heads. They didn't understand what was central or not, but they knew how to take their jobs.

It is okay to arrest people, but to burn people requires an order from a big man. The priest has authority, but it is not enough.

"Send him to the Heresy Tribunal first!" The priest could only give in.

The citizens laughed and watched as the young man Nero was escorted by the soldiers and staggered away from the high platform.

For them, it's just a different kind of drama, not allowing them to eat an extra loaf of brown bread, but allowing them to eat it with more seasoning so that the sawdust and sand are less difficult to swallow.

"You are only blindfolded for a while, and you can always see the light of reason!" Nero shouted loudly.

A muffled thunder sounded in the sky.

But no one cared.

Thunderstorms are all too common in summer.

No one noticed, an eye flashed in the sky, watching this scene curiously.

In the chaotic and ignorant atmosphere, the ignorant and stupid people have a stubborn light, flashing stubbornly.

Homage to reason, and homage to it whenever possible.

The eye slowly descended.

…………

In the dark, damp dungeon, Nero was writing on parchment with a groggy butter candle.

Candles and paper were paid for by Mrs. Arnst.

Greedy prisoners don't care who it is given to.

He knew he was about to die.

To dare to publicly say that the earth is not the center on a high platform is to seek death.

But he still has to say it.

"Theory of the Movement of the Celestial Bodies".

"Stars have their own fixed orbits, and their orbits should be calculated in this way. They are related to a certain constant and should be calculated in the form of squares..."

Halfway through the writing, he felt that there was an error, so he crossed it out and recalculated it.

At this time, a guard came to his cell door and knocked: "Madam is here to see you."

"My poor, dear Nero, how did you become like this? You should rest more to get through this time of captivity." skirt, standing outside the fence of the cell, looking at his lover.

"Madam, this is not the place you should come. The filth here will stain the beauty in your heart." Nero didn't look up. He didn't want his embarrassed appearance to impress the eyes of his beloved.

"You say that you made a mistake. As long as you take back what you said before, you can pretend that nothing happened. I have established a relationship with the bishop, and he promised me that he can forgive you once on behalf of the Lord."

"It cost you money again, but this time I let you down. I want to defend the dignity of reason. I can no longer succumb to ignorance. In that case, there will be no future for our world."

"For the future of the world, are you going to give up on me?"

"You are wrong, it is for you, for your descendants, to be able to live in a rational and better world." Nero said excitedly.

The lady was very moved: "But we don't have any descendants yet."

"No need, as long as it's your child." Nero shook his head.

The lady stepped forward and stretched her hand over the bars of the cell.

Nero took her hand excitedly.

Dirty and cleanliness, ignorance and rationality, collide at this time.

The lady may be just out of vanity and face, or out of chasing the trend, her love is fiery and short-lived.

But that's enough.

Enough to let Nero's light shine through.

An eye ~www.readwn.com~ landed on Nero's left hand.

The lady felt as if her eyes were dazzled, and then the eyes disappeared again.

The two talked about love, and finally the prisoner came to interrupt them.

He is very incomprehensible, how can a beautiful and noble lady stay in such a smelly prison?

Is that what love is?

To bribe the bishop with a few talents of gold for this thing?

If you have this money, you might as well go to the expensive honey tavern to find the best dancer.

"I will come to see you again. I will go to the king and queen and let them find a way to save you. This kingdom cannot lose a scholar like you." Madam promised before leaving.

There was also a glimmer of light in Nero's eyes. If he can live, who wants to be burned to death?

At least alive it is possible to calculate the correct formula.