"The third son. Let's stop in Gusu, will it delay things? Jia Ding Zhao Yong asked very puzzled.

"It's okay." Zhao Jiaren said something flat, and then meditated cross-legged on the futon in the large cabin. Jia Rudao is very good at handling things, and specially hired a big boat for Zhao Jiaren to enter Beijing along the canal. At this time, the boat stopped in Taihu Lake, and Zhao Jiaren let the boat stop in Pingjiang Mansion, that is, outside Suzhou.

Zhao Yong looked at the appearance of the third son, and couldn't help asking, "Third son, do you want to burn incense for you?" ”

"Not necessarily." Zhao Jiaren replied with his eyes closed, and there was a faint anger in his voice.

Zhao Yong didn't say anything more, he lay down in his clothes on the bunk in the cabin that served as a bedroom. When the sailors learned that they were going to dock in Suzhou for a few days, they happily went ashore. The boat was parked at the berth of the Taihu Lake wharf, and the people guarding the boat were already asleep at this time. There was silence inside the ship.

This is a good thing, but in the past two years, the Zhao family has known it

As a member of the Zhao family, Zhao Yong knows very well that he is very serious about studying on weekdays, and Zhao Jiaren, who is also considered a genius, has had a hard time sleeping after suffering from an illness more than two years ago. In the first year or so after getting sick, Zhao Jiaren did not wake up from a dream without waking up screaming. When Zhao Yong was keeping vigil, he often saw the young master wearing clothes, his face pale and sweating profusely sitting in the study reading.

Although in response to other people's inquiries, Zhao Jiaren tried to smile and say, 'It's nothing, I can't sleep'. But the elder could not see that the child was suffering from the cruelty of his heart. Zhao Zhizhuo, the master of the Zhao family, even privately invited a monk and Taoist priest to do things, wanting to drive away the evil spirit in the family. I even wondered if the feng shui of the ancestral house was not good, and there was something filthy that had an induction on the smart and clever Zhao Jiaren.

Later, Zhao Jiaren gradually got better, at least he no longer had palpitations at night. But Zhao Yong could obviously feel that the things in Zhao Jiaren's heart had not disappeared, and Zhao Jiaren's improvement was just his efforts to control himself. This made Zhao Yong even more worried.

The night was getting darker and darker, there was no moon today, and there were no fingers in the boat. Zhao Yong lay quietly, feeling that his ears were becoming more and more acute. Even the third young master, Zhao Jiaren, could hear the sound of his breathing. Could it be that the young master was meditating cross-legged and fell asleep? Zhao Yong was drowsy, such a thought flashed in his mind in a daze, and then Zhao Yong fell asleep.

After another while, Zhao Jiaren's breathing suddenly became heavy and rapid, and after a while, Zhao Jiaren stood up and walked out of the cabin, looking up to the sky and screaming. This movement alarmed Zhao Yong, and he got up in a daze and went to the bow of the boat, but saw the young master standing on the bow with his hands behind his back. Hearing Zhao Yong approaching, Zhao Jiaren said coldly: "You go to sleep." I want to be alone and quiet. ”

In the past few days, Zhao Yong has listened to Zhao Jiaren's orders along the way, and has gradually established the mentality of master and servant. Zhao Jiaren had an order, and Zhao Yong did not dare to disobey it. He felt that he should express something further, so he asked, "Young master, I will make you a pot of tea." ”

"Okay." Zhao Jiaren answered neatly.

Zhao Yong retreated, and Zhao Jiaren stood at the bow of the boat with his hands behind his back. There is no moon, and the sky is bright and starry. Zhao Jiaren looked up for a while, and then gently stroked his chest and abdomen with his left hand. There was nothing unusual there, but Zhao Jiaren could clearly 'feel' the sharp pain when the spear head pierced from that position.

In the previous life, Zhao Jiaren didn't know why he was attached to this body. In his last life, Zhao Jiaren studied hard for 20 years, and finally was admitted to the Jinshi at the age of 26. The year was 1266, after which the Battle of Xiangyang officially broke out. After another ten years, Zhao Jiaren started as a petty official, and finally returned to the capital as an official in 1270.

In 1273, Fancheng was broken and slaughtered, and Lü Wenhuan, the defender of Xiangyang, could no longer support it, and Kaecheng surrendered. Zhao Jiaren asked Jia Rudao to allocate money to him, and he was ready to use the money to make cannons and guns, and fight to the death with the Yuan army. Under the dispute between the two sides, the angry Jia Rudao angrily scolded Zhao Jiaren, "You want to be the opposite!" ’

In the Battle of Dingjiazhou, Jia Rudao fled before the war and was killed by the escort officials on the way to the dismissal.

In 1276, Lin'an surrendered. He studied for a doctorate in psychology in the United States before crossing over, became a psychiatrist, and had no interest in Song history and did not understand it. But Zhao Jiaren finally knew the ending of 'cliffs and mountains into the sea'. Zhao Jiaren, 36, fled back to Quanzhou and wanted to take his family to the sea for refuge.

Then, the Pu family in Quanzhou rose up to slaughter the Zhao clan in Quanzhou and the Huaixi soldiers in Quanzhou, and Zhao Jiaren fought hard to kill several bandits. But he was alone and eventually besieged and died.

As a psychiatrist, Zhao knows that strong stimuli can leave a strong impression. In extreme cases, soldiers who have lost limbs can 'clearly feel the pain of losing limbs'. When he was studying in school and working as a doctor in a hospital, Zhao Jiaren could explain these with logically rigorous papers, but when the pain was imprinted in his eyes and imprinted on his body, Zhao Jiaren understood how pale and powerless those papers were.

Even if we believe that there is no soul in the world, even if we know that these pains do not come from the body, but from neuronal connections, it is the analogous thought patterns of human beings that inspire these memories. However, Zhao Jiaren could only not touch these memories, and once the memories were activated, the intense pain tortured his spirit like a soldering iron.

Compared with this pain, and the strong negative emotions brought about by this pain, everything that once made Zhao Jiaren feel stimulated has become bland as water.

After standing for a while, Zhao Jiaren returned to the boat, lit a candle and began to write. After many attempts over the past two years, Zhao Jiaren has found that the only way to get rid of pain is to concentrate on doing things. Any wild imagination will eventually lead Zhao Jiaren to misery.

Zhao Yong made tea and came over, Zhao Jiaren asked Zhao Yong to rest, and he still wrote with his pen like the wind. What he wrote down was what he wanted to do in the future, with what he wanted to do as the core, all kinds of information he knew, and all kinds of analysis of intelligence. Ding Daquan has many enemies in the court, and if he wants to be recognized by today's son Song Lizong, Ding Daquan has to make great contributions. Water conservancy construction is undoubtedly the best choice.

Even so, Zhao Jiaren still felt that his strength was too weak. The previous life proved one thing, staying in Lin'an and intriguing with those powerful ministers with deep backgrounds, Zhao Jiaren will never have the upper hand. wants to cooperate with each other through his own ability and power, but Zhao Jiaren's family background is too thin. His family can be regarded as an endless line in Quanzhou, but it is not even a local snake.

Even if he really wanted to take an official career, Zhao Jiaren had to make other plans. If you can't follow the plan, you can go on the path of luck. Then Zhao Jiaren will have to move forward with other people who can cooperate. In the Southern Song Dynasty, there was absolutely no shortage of people who were talking about and pointing the country, and it turned out that relying on rhetoric to guide the country was not the opponent of the Yuan army at all.

In the previous life, the only thing Zhao Jiaren had no regrets was that when he was besieged by the Pujia bandits in Quanzhou, he relied on his martial arts to kill several bandits. In the pain caused by obsession, only this incident can make Zhao Jiaren regain his courage. Killing one is enough, killing two earns one. From a personal point of view alone, Zhao Jiaren has made several dollars.

After writing, Zhao Jiaren carefully read what he wrote down several times. Then burn everything you wrote.

Seeing that the paper was completely turned into ashes, Zhao Jiaren crushed the ashes with a stick, and then picked up the wine that Jia Yidao gave him and went to the bow of the boat again. Under the starlight, Taihu Lake is hazy and hazy, and it looks unique. Several painting boats on the lake were brightly lit, which made Zhao Jiaren feel a lot happier. Even if you know the fate of the country, it is quite interesting to meet people who are really looking for fun.

After drinking slowly for a while, Zhao Jiaren felt that the wine was stronger, so he went back to the cabin and got the piano. After adjusting it, I stroked the piano. This drunken feeling is very good, and after a while, Zhao Jiaren can go back to sleep. In his experience, he can probably get a good night's sleep.

After playing it casually for a while, I suddenly saw a small boat following the return boat with a lantern high and heading towards the boat where Zhao Jiaren was. A moment later, the boat approached, and a crisp voice shouted, "I don't know which official is playing the qin, can I see it." ”

Zhao Jiaren fell asleep at this time, and he replied coldly: "I'm already drunk today." If you want to see each other, we'll talk about it tomorrow. ”

As soon as the words fell, I heard the man reply: "Disturb the mood of the officials, and ask the officials to forgive me." After saying that, the boat turned its bow lightly and left decisively.

At this time, the alcohol urged the drowsiness to be even stronger, and Zhao Jiaren returned to the cabin with the piano in his arms. Without taking off his clothes, he put the piano into the darkness around him, and he lay down for a moment and fell asleep.