"Oh? So what kind of illness does the general, in your opinion, sir, sir, have? Javier asked.

"General Guba is the same disease as I got back then, it is a miasma." Lin Yiqing said, "The red mist you see is the miasma. ”

"Miasma?" Javier and the others were all shocked.

"Yes, it's actually a large number of mosquitoes gathering to lay eggs, and from a distance, it looks like smoke. At this time, mosquitoes are very virulent, and if you are unknowingly bitten by them, you will get a form of falciparum malaria. Lin Yiqing said, "This disease is called miasma in my country. ”

"You say the general has a form of falciparum malaria?" Miller asked, surprised.

"Yes. Because I had this disease before, and almost lost my life, I was deeply impressed by this disease," Lin Yiqing said, beckoning, and one of his attendants immediately held a beautifully crafted mahogany box, "This time I have brought His Excellency the General a special medicine to cure this disease. ”

Seeing this wooden box delicately carved with the traditional peony pattern of Middle-earth, several French people seemed to remember something, and they all smiled.

The story of "Qianguo's Magic Box" is all familiar to them.

It was a small wooden box that saved the Second French Empire, so that later in France, people gave important gifts to each other, and they all chose a beautifully decorated wooden box to hold it, which has now become a small custom of the French.

The wooden box in front of him also seemed to touch the dusty past in Gu Ba's heart.

At that time, he was only a small lieutenant colonel, and it is said that Emperor Napoleon III appointed himself to lead a fleet to attack the port of Kiel, and in one fell swoop turned the tide of the Franco-Prussian War, because of that small "Qianguo magic box......

And Lin Yiqing obviously knows this history of changing the fate of Guba's life, so he will give him medicine in this way.

"More than a decade ago, a small wooden box changed the fate of the French Empire and myself. Today, it seems that this scene is about to repeat itself again. Lone Baba looked at Lin Yiqing with a smile, "Can I take the medicine in this now?" ”

"That's exactly what I wanted." Lin Yiqing said solemnly.

At that moment, Guba asked the waiter to bring water, opened the wooden box, and took the medicine according to Lin Yiqing's instructions. At this moment, although Miller and some French Navy and Army officers were a little worried in their hearts, they saw that there was nothing abnormal after taking the medicine, and their hanging hearts gradually relaxed.

"I wish you a speedy recovery." Lin Yiqing said at the time of his farewell, "I hope you can carry out this vital peace negotiation in an extremely healthy state." ”

Hearing that Lin Yiqing would wait until Guba was fully recovered before negotiating, Miller, Xavier and others knew that Lin Yiqing didn't want to take advantage of others' danger, and they couldn't help but respect Lin Yiqing.

After Lin Yiqing came out of the lonely residence, he did not return to Miyagi, but came to the dock of the port.

There, huge steel ships are anchored in the harbor. Under the sea breeze, the dragon flag and the tricolor flag are fluttering.

Cen Chunxuan walked on the street, he began to try to look at everyone with a smile, he found that people looked at him differently than before, became kind and friendly, he walked around the street for a few days, he didn't fight with anyone, he thought he really found happiness.

He began to try to preach God's love to the people. But he hadn't been in normal contact with people for too long, and he clumsily approached the old man fishing by the river or the aunt at the roadside stall. But the people were cunning and put him in a difficult situation. Cen Chunxuan found that his knife might be fast enough to kill a hundred people in a moment, but he was an idiot when it came to communicating with people. But he still feels happy, even the happiness of an idiot, better than the pain of a sober person, is it true that many people in this city are already enjoying this happiness?

But Cen Chunxuan soon found out that he was wrong.

"Get out of here!" Those people said to Cen Chunxuan. "If you don't go, Uncle will kill you with a knife!"

But Cen Chunxuan couldn't go, because those people were pulling the helpless girl.

So the fists and feet quickly fell on Cen Chunxuan's body.

Cen Chunxuan found that it was really uncomfortable to be beaten in freshly washed clothes. But he can't do it, because God says that when a man strikes you on the left cheek, you have to give him the right cheek as well.

Someone shouted, "The catcher is coming." And they did.

Someone shouted, "The girl is gone." "It's even harder.

Until someone shouted, "He's dead." The men stopped and pushed through the crowd (there were hundreds of people watching) and walked away.

Cen Chunxuan struggled. He found that blood was running down his mouth and his leg couldn't hold up, but he didn't care, his body was almost numb to the pain.

At this time, a hand held Cen Chunxuan.

It is a woman's hand. The girl is back. A tear fell on Cen Chunxuan's hand.

Cen Chunxuan shook, but this time his body was suddenly extremely sensitive, he felt pain, and his heart hurt.

Cen Chunxuan got rid of the grateful girl and limped back to the church. Mr. Zhao asked him what was wrong, and he didn't say anything.

Cen Chunxuan, who had been on the street for three days, went on the street again, and this time he met the same people again.

As he walked past them, one of them stretched out his foot and stumbled upon him.

Cen Chunxuan stepped on it, and the man's legs bent in a very strange way.

As a result, Cen Chunxuan started with people again, and he didn't bring a knife, so he broke an arm or leg of each of those people.

Hearing that those people were the sons and brothers of the family, Cen Chunxuan did not go back to the church, but sat on the side of the road and waited.

The Vietnamese official mission soon came. Cen Chunxuan thought about it and still didn't resist arrest.

So Cen Chunxuan was really about to be beaten out in the yamen.

Mr. Zhao angrily rushed into the yamen, discussed a lot of topics with the prefect about treaties and missionary rights, and finally Mr. Zhao revealed the fact that he was French, claiming that he was going to the warship in the port to complain, the Vietnamese government released Cen Xuan Xuan, and gave Mr. Zhao five taels of silver to buy medicine for Cen Xuan Xuan to treat his injuries.

Cen Chunxuan lay in the church for ten days.

The girl came to see him almost every day, bringing him soup and medicine. Watch him eat.

Cen Chunxuan didn't say a word to her. He couldn't think of what to say.

In the past few months, a rumor has also spread rapidly in Hue City, about what the red-haired foreigner built the church for, and what he eats every night.

Later, everyone ran away as soon as they saw Mr. Zhao. The child was crying, and as soon as he said, "Mr. Zhao is here to catch the child", he immediately didn't dare to say anything, and he couldn't be happy.

Mr. Zhao didn't seem to know anything, but he still said that the Lord loves the world and God forgives sinners.

But he was getting more and more lonely.

He also spent more and more time in the church.

Only the girls still come every day to deliver soup and medicine. But Mr. Zhao discussed with her what kind of love. Lord, she just smiled and listened to him.

Mr. Zhao stopped going out and didn't talk much. Thinking about the idol all day long.

That day, Mr. Zhao was pacing in the courtyard of the church when a six-year-old child chased after a butterfly.

Mr. Zhao's blue eyes lit up immediately, and he jumped up and down to help the kid catch it. The child laughed at him for being a big fool, but he was not annoyed, and chased and played with the child.

Someone saw it from outside the door.

When Mr. Zhao caught the butterfly, a large crowd also surrounded the church. The child's mother was crying outside the door, and the child's father rushed in with his own brothers, snatched the child and ran away.

Mr. Zhao chased behind: "Wait, wait, your butterfly ......"

The child stretched out his hand, but he couldn't reach it, so he began to cry.

One of the "heroes" was enraged and knocked Mr. Zhao to the ground with a stick. The others rushed at once......

The girl rushed out of the crowd: "Don't hit him!" ”

The girl was pulled away.

At this time, Cen Chunxuan walked out.

Cen Chunxuan rushed into the crowd like crazy. snatched out Mr. Zhao, who was already bleeding from his head, and hid in the church. The moment he closed the door, a petite figure also squeezed in, it was the girl.

"Mr. Zhao, if you die, will you go to Heaven?" Cen Chunxuan asked.

At this time, someone outside the door began to shout "set fire", like the voices of those boys.

"Check. I...... Have an idea...... Good idea...... Everyone who comes to hear the sermon...... Only...... One liter of rice per person. What do you think? Mr. Zhao said.

"What time is it, Mr. Zhao, they are going to burn us all to death...... "Of course, it was the girl who said this, and her voice was crying. Apparently frightened.

"Mr. Zhao, I also have an idea, I'm going to apologize to you." Cen Chunxuan said.

"What are you going to do?" The girl was surprised and asked, "What are you talking about?" ”

"I thought about it for a long time, I can't love everyone, because some people get too much, some people have nothing, and the world is inherently unfair."

"Those people out there, if they want me to love them, I can't do it. I know you're right, but I just can't do it, I don't want them to hurt you, I just want them to hurt you. ”

Mr. Zhao's blue eyes widened: "Check, do you know what you're talking about?" ”

"Yes."

"Do you know what you're paying for doing this?"

"Yes."

"You know you're going to do that...... What to bring? ”

“…… Know. ”

"I don't know!" The girl said, "What the hell are you talking about?" ”

"Mr. Zhao, you wait here, don't move." Cen Chunxuan said, "I'll go out for a while and come back to see you." ”

Mr. Zhao couldn't say a word, just kept looking at Cen Chunxuan.

"You...... You won't come back, will you? The girl said, and her face turned red again.

"No, don't worry." Cen Chunxuan said, "We are all a family. I'll definitely be back...... You...... What is your name? The girl lowered her head, and suddenly ran away with her face covered.

She ran to a corner of the church where no one was there, and began to cry uncontrollably.

She really didn't know what Cen Chunxuan wanted to do, and what kind of fate would await him.

But she knew that it was useless to persuade this person.

He had only said that one thing to her, but she seemed to know the man perfectly. Fifteen days of silence can also converge into a torrent of feelings?

She really doesn't understand.

All she knew was that she might never forget this person in her life.

When she came back after crying, she thought as she walked, was he going to beat people outside? There's no going back.

The thought frightened her.

Until she arrived at the courtyard, she hadn't made up her mind yet, but she thought that maybe the moment she saw Cen Chunxuan, she would say something she didn't expect.

When she returned, Mr. Zhao was the only one left in the hall, and Cen Chunxuan was gone.

"I did one thing wrong." Mr. Zhao sighed and said. "The moment when the people here know the meaning of life is the beginning of pushing them to hell......

The people outside had already thrown the torch on the pyre at the door, Cen Chunxuan swooped down on the pyre, kicked the torch into the crowd, and several people's clothes were set on fire, dancing and making strange screams.

"This ghost slave is out! Kill him! Kill him! Someone pointed at Cen Chunxuan and screamed.

The man who had injured Mr. Zhao with a stick rushed up. It was a stick to Cen Chunxuan's head.

His stick suddenly fell into Cen Chunxuan's hand, and Cen Chunxuan casually hit him on the head with the stick, and he fell down one by one, his head covered with blood.

"Murder! Kill! Someone screamed in horror.

Cen Chunxuan rushed in front of him and stabbed him with a stick.

The man fell, and when he fell to the ground, he spat out the teeth of his mouth all over the ground.

The crowd rushed towards Cen Chunxuan, and a lot of wooden sticks hit him, and he mechanically resisted with the sticks in his hands. Go ahead.

He didn't care how many hits he had, his eyes searched the crowd for the two boys.

He quickly found them, strode at them, and pounced on them.

When a boy saw Cen Chunxuan coming at them, he suddenly pulled out his saber, raised his knife and was about to cut Cen Chunxuan, but he hit Cen Chunxuan with a stick on the head.

Cen Chunxuan heard the sound of the boy's brother's skull shattering. The stick was also broken in an instant.

Cen Chunxuan threw away the stick and picked up the knife of the boy's brother.

The other boy also pulled out his knife. But when he saw Cen Chunxuan pick up the knife, he was so frightened that he lost his soul when he looked at Cen Chunxuan, and the knife he raised couldn't cut down.

Cen Chunxuan slashed him over with one sword, so that he had two knives.

The crowd suddenly dispersed backwards, and a squad of Vietnamese officers and soldiers appeared.

I saw corpses strewn across the ground. The leader of the officers and soldiers did not even ask the reason for the fight, but directly ordered the officers and soldiers to come forward and arrest Cen Chunxuan.

Cen Chunxuan was fighting numbly, and he didn't remember why he was killing people here. At first, he yelled loudly, scolding those who did not know the truth and wanted to set fire to him. And now. Even he didn't believe it anymore.

He didn't hate those officers and soldiers, and he didn't think about why they came.

One is that he has no time, and the other is that he always feels that everything has a providence, and it is useless for people to think too much.

Why didn't God help him?

What hit Cen Chunxuan the back, this was the first time he was injured? His blood has been flowing, how much is left?

He felt colder and colder.

He thought he would be planted in the ground at any moment, and then it would be over. It's time to rest. Parents, brothers, friends, those who were killed by him, and Mr. Zhao and the girl who might have killed the mob if he fell, would all be waiting for him in Heaven...... They will laugh at him......

Laugh...... Beautiful smile...... Like a blooming flower in the field......

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