"Xiao Ming Xiao Ming, please, tell me, or I... I'll put your boyfriend to sleep!" Wen Xin crossed his hands on his hips and stood in front of Qiao Ming.

Qiao Ming frowned in astonishment, Wen Xin stretched out his finger and pointed at Gou Rixin, and then snorted.

"Oh, then you go. Qiao Ming snorted coldly.

"Xiao Ming..."

"Last time, I said yes, and I can't break my promise. ”

"What I said last time, it was just what you said, I didn't agree. Isn't it Gou Rixin?"

Gou Rixin meowed, "That's right." ”

"If I say no, I won't do it, the exam is coming soon, aren't you going to pass this time? Are you not afraid that your old man will not let you go home for the New Year?" Qiao Ming looked down at the huge book, unmoved.

"Do you want to say it or not!" Wen Xin gritted his teeth.

"You can't get involved in this. Qiao Ming was categorical.

"Hmph!" Wen Xin puffed up his face and turned his head to look at Gou Rixin, "Let's go, let's check it ourselves." ”

"What?" Gou Rixin meowed.

"Enter the quilt of the palace!" Wen Xin picked up Gou Rixin and put it in the corner of the bed, took out his notebook and began to check the information. "Don't you know how to type on the keyboard? You type a few words first, and I'll take a look. ”

Gou Rixin was stunned for a moment, and felt that it was indeed a solution. So he stretched out the cat's paw and typed out a few words on the keyboard.

"Prisoners, beheadings, burning books. In the search interface, there is an immediate list of information about many prisoners who have been beheaded.

Wen Xin narrowed his eyes, looked at the words in the search box, and suddenly slapped his thigh excitedly, "Isn't this just a book burning pit Confucian!, right?"

Gou Rixin meowed, thought about it a little, and probably had a little meaning, so he nodded hesitantly.

Wen Xin's hand crackled on the keyboard, and after a while, he found out the information about the book burning pit. He read softly, "In the thirty-fourth year of Qin Shi Huang, Qin Shi Huang adopted Li Si's suggestion and ordered the burning of the historical records of the nations other than the "Records of Qin"..."

"Meow," Gou Rixin scratched his ears and put his paw on the back of Wen Xin's hand, interrupting her words in time.

"What's wrong?"

"Meow meow meow..."

“··· I don't understand well. Wen Xin said embarrassedly.

Gou Rixin rubbed his face helplessly, so he had to type on the keyboard again, "After the Northern Song Dynasty." ”

"You know that, my good. Wen Xin couldn't help but touch Gou Rixin's head, it felt cold and silky. Gou Rixin rubbed her hand.

"So, listen, I'm right, you meow, I'm wrong, you meow twice. Okay?"

"Meow. ”

"You see prisoners beheaded, and you see people burning books. ”

"Meow. ”

"And what kind of books are they burning?"

“···” Gou Rixin shook his head.

"Don't know?"

"Meow. ”

"Hey," Wen Xin stroked his chin and continued, "Then do you see what the characteristics of those prisoners are? What color clothes do they wear, what hairstyle do they wear, and what dynasty do they look like?"

"Meow. ”

"White?"

"Meow. ”

"Long hair?"

"Meow. ”

"After the Northern Song Dynasty," Wen Xin touched his chin, "you experienced Yang Zaixing, you are from the Southern Song Dynasty, Yang Lian, you are from the last years of the Ming Dynasty, and in this life, you are also surnamed Yang?"

"Meow meow... Meow. ”

"What are the three sounds?" Wen Xin wondered.

Gou Rixin shook his head, but for the cat, shaking his head seemed to make him a little dizzy.

"Yes, it can't be so narrow, there should be no pattern to the name of each life. Wen Xin said to himself, "In this way, let's check according to the succession of historical dynasties, the Northern Song Dynasty, the Southern Song Dynasty, the Yuan Dynasty, the Ming Dynasty, and the Qing Dynasty, no matter which dynasty the prisoner is beheaded, it will happen, and book burning is the key information, do you think it's right?"

"Meow. ”

Qiao Ming, who was sitting next door, was already completely stunned, could it be that she usually talked to Gou Rixin, but in the eyes of others, she was talking to herself like a nervous disorder? She shrunk her face and couldn't bear to look at it directly.

Wen Xin couldn't wait to start checking the information, and completely regarded himself as a detective Formosin. Qiao Ming reviewed seven or eight pages of the book, and suddenly heard Wen Xin shouting excitedly, "Found it, isn't it this!" ”

Gou Rixin glanced at ten lines, looked at the words on the interface of the notebook, and finally called softly, "Meow~"

The information found by the two has a shocking title: The most appalling literary prison in history - the "History of the Ming Dynasty" case.

Wen Xin glanced at Qiao Ming, who was still reading, gave Gou Rixin a look, then cleared his throat and began to read aloud with tears in his voice:

"During the Kangxi period, the "History of the Ming Dynasty" case has implicated more than 1,000 people, and the "History of the Ming Dynasty" has been completely destroyed, and all those who participate in the compilation, organization, engraving, binding, printing, trading and not handing over the books must be sentenced to death. The property of each family was confiscated. All male family members over the age of 15 were sentenced to death, and their wives, daughters, mothers, and aunts were sent to Ningguta near Shenyang in northeast China as slaves. At that time, Shenyang was by no means as prosperous as it is now, but a barren and messy land, which made people smell and change, and few people could come back alive.

On May 26 of the second year of Kangxi, the case of Zhuang Ting's Ming Dynasty was officially closed. On the Bijiaofang Square in Hangzhou, thousands of prisoners are waiting to be released. The cold voice of the supervisor pierced the sky: 'Zhu Youming, Ling Chi is executed, Zhuang Tingyue, Ling Chi is executed, Li Linghui, Ling Chi is executed, and ......'

When the executioner heard his name, he immediately escorted the prisoner to the execution ground, where he raised his sword and dropped his sword.

Suddenly, human heads fell to the ground, blood flowed like rivers, and screams shook the heavens and the earth. ”

"My God," Wen Xin hugged Gou Rixin and cried bitterly, "It's miserable!"

"Meow~" Gou Rixin wrinkled a cat face, and his amber eyes were full of tears.

Qiao Ming turned his head and glared at the one person and one cat who were making a scene, his face full of impatience, "Then which one are you?

"Huh?" Wen Xin's snot-blowing movements froze, and his crying face suddenly became embarrassed, "This..." She looked at Gou Rixin with some embarrassment, "Do you have to have a name in every life?"

Gou Rixin also looked entangled, and after thinking for a moment, he raised his head and said righteously: "Meow!"

Wen Xin took out a pen and paper, made a list of deaths in the 'Ming History Case', and handed it to Gou Rixin. Gou Rixin swept them one by one and nodded with a serious expression.

"Okay," Wen Xin rubbed his hands, "I don't believe it, I can't find it." ”

The first death list of the 'Ming History Case', Zhuang Tingyan: the family is rich, "rarely suffering from madness", fifteen-year-old Gongsheng, entered the national prison, and lost his sight due to illness. Zhu Guozhen, a scholar of the Apocalypse Dynasty, wrote the "History of the Ming Dynasty", and hired celebrities to write the history of the Chongzhen Dynasty and the Southern Ming Dynasty at the price of 30 taels of silver per thousand words. When the case was closed, the coffin was exhumed, the head of the owl was broken, and the body was suspended on the city wall of Beiguan in Hangzhou for three months.

Wen Xin shuddered, this person is weak and sick and blind, so miserable, he must be new.

It's just that Gou Rixin stretched out his claws and crossed a line on his name mercilessly.

Wen Xin was not discouraged, and continued to search for the second death list, Zhuang Yuncheng: extremely rich, the father of Zhuang Tingyan. His son Zhuang Tingyan was blind and imitated "Zuoqiu was blind and had a "Chinese" and asked someone to write a "History of the Ming Dynasty". He died soon after. Zhuang Yuncheng engraved the book in the seventeenth year of Shunzhi, that is, "Ming History", after the case Zhuang Yuncheng was arrested in Beijing, because he could not bear the cane, died in prison. It was later crushed.

"This person died a miserable death, and it was quite tragic to carry the black pot for his son. Are you sure it's not you?" Wen Xin sighed.

There was a stab, and the name was crossed.

Wen Xin swallowed his saliva and began to check the third on the death list, Zhu Mingyou: Huzhou Fumu, one of the people who were unjustly killed in the Ming History case.

"Meow?" Gou Rixin was stunned, gone?What is the difference between this and the nameless who died unjustly? "Meow~"

"Not yet? There's only one left, and if not, it's really no different from Anonymous. Wen Xin said with a bitter face.

The fourth death list in the Ming history case, Li Linghui: In the early Qing Dynasty, Zhuang Tingyan privately revised the "Ming History Collection", because of the poverty of the family, he accepted Zhuang's recruitment, after the book was completed, Li Linghui was asked to make a preface, and Li Linghui was executed by Ling Chi in the second year of Kangxi, and his son Li Rentao and other four people were killed.

"Meow Meow~" He was hacked to death, not Ling Chi.

After a night of hard work, I found nothing.

"Hey~ I'm hungry. Wen Xin was devastated and spread out on the bed, his limbs weak and his eyes blank.

"Meow~"

One person and one cat glanced at Qiao Ming, and found that the person opposite was unmoved, and they were immediately disheartened.

"Maybe in this life, you are an anonymous person. No matter what grievances and tribulations you have experienced, you will be recorded in history for all generations. There are so many people in the world, it's not surprising that you are an anonymous person. What do you say?"

“··· Meow~"

"What do you want for dinner?"

"Meow Meow ~ Meow Meow ~ Meow Meow ~"

"It's quite a lot. Today's brain cells have suffered heavy casualties, and they have to be remedied!" Wen Xin struggled to get up and looked at Qiao Ming with a smile, "Xiao Ming, sister, please have a big meal!"

The trick of bribery has been tried and tested.

In the school's cafeteria, Wen Xin deliberately chose a small table in the corner, and the two of them stared at the dishes on the table and smiled kindly. Three dishes and one soup, plus a plate of sausages.

Gou Rixin squinted his cat's eyes and looked at it, braised lion's head, edible, boiled pork slices, too spicy, longan lotus seed soup, too sweet. There is also a flame shrimp, an uncle came over with a shrimp wrapped in tin foil, the igniter snapped, the fireworks in front of him were fierce, and the burning Gou Rixin's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Hey," Wen Xin suddenly sighed, "Look at this dish, did you say that this fire is shrimp?"

"yes. The uncle who watched the fire wondered.

"Ahem, cough, cough," Wen Xin was choked by the other party's words, and hurriedly drank saliva to suppress the shock, and then said with a firm face, "No, what this fire burns is the crystallization of the wisdom of our Chinese sons and daughters, and the long-standing cultural essence of our Chinese nation." ”

"Girl..." The uncle next to him shook.

And the methods are cruel and brutal. ”

With a bang, the fire of the roasted shrimp was suddenly extinguished, and the uncle next to him looked at Wen Xin with an inexplicable expression, "Girl, do you still eat this shrimp?"

"Eat, of course eat," Wen Xin smiled embarrassedly, "Burn them all, and not a single one will be left alive." ”

The uncle's hand shook, and the igniter poked at the half-red shrimp. After burning, he hurriedly withdrew.

Qiao Ming rolled his eyes, picked up his chopsticks and poked a lion's head.

Wen Xin peeled a shrimp and put it in Qiao Ming's bowl, "Eat, a big fire, this shrimp has become fragrant and crispy, but some things have been burned by the fire." Hey..."

Gou Rixin chewed the sausage and looked at Qiao Ming with teary eyes.

"You two, are there too many dramas today?" Qiao Ming said impatiently.

Wen Xin ate the vegetables silently without speaking, and after Qiao Ming finished eating the shrimp and picked up the lion's head and bit half of it, she also gently picked one up and opened her mouth at the right time.

"Look at this round lion's head, full of color and fragrance, but this color does not look like a real head, the hand is up and down, the corpse is separated, and it enters the pot. ”

“···” Qiao Ming was speechless, looked at Wen Xin, and chewed the other half of the lion's head fiercely, never wanting to touch the remaining few again. With a turn of chopsticks, reach into the boiled meat slices to find the meat.

"Look—"

"Shut up!" Qiao Ming glared at him, as long as Wen Xin spoke, he was ready to kill people immediately.

Wen Xin pursed his lips and nodded, also sandwiching a piece of meat.

A layer of red oil dripped down the fat and tender meat slices into the bowl, and the red and white were immediately distinct, shocking.

"Meow, look at this spicy oil, it looks bloody," Gou Rixin suddenly interjected, "Do you remember Yang Lian who was Ling Chi-"

Qiao Ming couldn't bear it and smashed his chopsticks. There was a sudden movement in the corner of the small cafeteria, and everyone stretched out their heads to look, only to see a girl with red eyes and thunderous anger, yelling at a table of people and cats: "Get out!"

"Xiao Ming, I was wrong. Wen Xin followed behind Qiao Ming, bowing his eyebrows and bowing his head to admit his mistake.

"Xiao Ming, I was wrong too. Gou Rixin followed Qiao Ming's feet and meowed.

"Xiao Ming, you're not full, let's go buy some snacks, hehehe..." Wen Xin said flatteringly.

"Xiao Ming," Gou Rixin thought for a long time and reluctantly asked, "The cat food is also quite delicious." ”

"I didn't want to help," Qiao Ming, who was walking in the forefront, suddenly spoke, "Am I such a cold-blooded and ruthless person?"

"No, no, Xiao Ming is the best. Wen Xin said hurriedly.

"It's just a matter of checking information, will I stand idly by and watch such a simple matter?"

"Yes, yes, you are the knife mouth tofu heart. It's the heart of the two of us who live in the belly of a gentleman. ”

"Meow~"

"You said that a good table of dishes was not wasted?"

"My fault, my fault. Who knows that the food on the plate is hard, and I will apologize to the uncle tomorrow. Wen Xin hurriedly admitted his mistake.

"Exams are coming up next week, you know?"

"Huh?" Wen Xin paused, and then reacted, "That, as long as I solve the problem of Gou Rixin's life, I can study with peace of mind, and from now on, I will be able to pass the exam." ”

"Meow~" Gou Rixin echoed.

"Okay," Qiao Ming snorted helplessly, "I'll trust you this time." ”

Wen Xin and Gou Rixin glanced at each other, dancing excitedly.

"Shall we go buy some snacks to help the fun?"

"There's no time!" Qiao Ming yelled.

"There were about seven people who were beheaded, and among them, there was an old man covered in blood and the most miserable shape, probably Gou Rixin. The long braids of the Qing Dynasty looked like a family of seven, and the burned books could not be read clearly, but they were quite thick. The most important thing is that when these people were cut, they all had death cards on their backs, which were vague, and there seemed to be a king character on them. It should be a surname. Qiao Ming finished speaking in one breath, and the scene in the fire that day resurfaced in front of her, she rubbed her eyes and looked at the person and cat in front of her, "Check it." ”

Wen Xin crackled on the keyboard, and after a long time, he finally found another text prison case: Wang Xihou's "Ziguan Case".

The two of them approached the introduction and read it, and then they were silent for a long time.

"Gou Rixin, in this life, how did you change from a hero to a bear?" Qiao Ming asked puzzled.