Where are the rivers and lakes?

Where there are people, there are grievances, and where there are grievances, there are rivers and lakes.

Rivers and lakes are everywhere.

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In the distance, a round of golden-red fireballs hung high in the sky, with a brilliant majesty, scorching the thousands of creatures on the land below it.

Thousands of miles of wild sand in the desert, revealing an endless desolation, as far as the eye can see, the yellow sand is everywhere, and the hot sand and gravel, like the essence of the condensed fire, evaporates every trace of moisture in the ground under your feet, and also takes away most of the vitality here.

The wind and dust whined and whistled, flying and rolling, wrapped in countless grains of sand, covering the sky and the sun.

No one dares to underestimate here, because under this boundless sea of sand, there are countless dry bones and corpses buried, this is the forbidden place in the world, whether it is a yellow sheep that jumps like a fly, or a goshawk that soars for nine days, they dare not set foot easily, even people, when you get here, no matter how good your martial arts are, one wrong step, it is the end of not seeing people alive and not seeing corpses.

Man, how can he be the enemy of heaven and earth.

The scorching and dazzling sun was like a cobblestone thrown up, slowly drawing to the horizon, from east to west, bringing out an invisible arc, which was originally full of golden red, and in the end, only red remained, and the hearts of the red people trembled. The remnant sun was like blood, as if it had exhausted the light and heat of its day, leaving only the afterglow of the setting sun with a few stars.

The wind is stronger, the heat just goes away, and the cold comes back.

It's very silent, it's also very monotonous, it's silent that it's uninhabited, there's no trace of life, it's monotonous, it's only the sound of the wind, and the sound of billions of gravel rolling and colliding in the wind, turning into a strange and treacherous sound, moving and moving, like the whispering of countless lonely ghosts.

The wind is strong and the sand is strong, and when you get here, no matter whether it is a human or a ghost, you can't escape all the fate of being covered, and you are as humble as an ant.

And here, there are also rivers and lakes.

On the vast desert, melodious camel bells sounded, tinkling, crisp and pleasant, and in an instant it seemed to erase the loneliness of this land.

Although the scorching sun and sand have buried most of the life, there is still some left.

Camel.

At dusk, several camels drove over from the ancient road in the distance, stepped through the rugged Gobi Desert, and arrived at this barren sea of sand.

The sky is high and the earth is far away, and the yellow sand is endless.

In the afterglow of the red sun, on the hunchback of the camel at the head, sat a man, who seemed to have come from the boundary between heaven and earth, from the extreme eye, to the nearest.

Walking in this lonely and lonely world.

"Ding Ding Ding ~ Bell ~"

The camel bell is melodious, and on the back of each camel, there are more or less carrying things, which are large and small packages.

And that person, a person, a woman.

Although she was tightly wrapped in layers of clothes, her limbs and cuffs were tightly tied, her head was covered with a veil, and her face was covered with a cloth, she was still a woman, as if she had traveled a long way under the sun, or perhaps, she was the last trace of life on this sea of sand, and the half of her cheeks exposed on the veil were the wheat color of the sun, sweating, seeping down her delicate neck.

"Whew!"

Exhaled, the woman took off the gray cloth on her face, revealing a delicate face like a flower, but when the flesh and blood were covered with a layer of wheat, the woman's body seemed to be vigorous and shrewd, like a leopard full of a strange explosive power.

The flesh on her cheeks was like that of a full-term baby, trembling and a little fat, and then, she vented her heart to this sea of sand, spitting and scolding: "Bah, I'll fuck you, it's such a shit, it's all a sin!" ”

Scolding and scolding, since coming to this place where no grass grows, she has scolded many times, and when the scolding is comfortable, she vents her grievances, and then sees her take a bag of water from the hunchback, pour a few large mouthfuls, and vent on her back like a drenched over, her mouth is high and happy howl, her hair is flying, water droplets are splashing, and then she is swallowed by the residual warmth of the sand.

The woman covered her face again, patted the dust and sand on her body, but her mouth was not idle, and she sang a song with a peculiar tune.

"On August 15, the door of the temple opened, and all kinds of candles were put on the stage, red candles were red, white candles were white, and you couldn't hold your brother's candle sister in one hand——"

The lyrics sung are as rough and simple as this land.

But she didn't go far with the camel and stopped.

The singing also stopped.

The camel bell just started and stopped.

But in the wind not far away, there was a series of bells, which were very crisp, but the sound was very small.

The woman searched for the sound, and saw a person on the yellow desert, half-covered by gravel, and on his right wrist, a string of red ropes was tied, and bells of different sizes were decorated on it, tinkling in the wind.

"Auntie, I thought I was bold enough, but I didn't expect that there were people who were more daring than me to dare to walk in this desert alone!"

The woman looked at the novelty, muttered to herself, did not bend down, only raised her foot and hooked, and the man turned over.

Looking at the other party's appearance, the woman was stunned.

But seeing that the other party's lips and teeth were tightly closed, and his eyes were closed, but his mouth was dry and cracked, and his face was full of sand, and he didn't know if he was lost. And it's still short hair, and it's not even a very common way to wear clothes, weirdly tight, with a package on his back, as if he is wrapped in a weapon.

"Where did this come from? Can you run to this hellish place if you want food? ”

She touched the man's neck.

And the breath.

looked up at the sky again, his eyes changed, and then he scolded and scolded: "Yes, I am unlucky to be inlaid with gold and jade today, be kind, and meet again in the future, the old lady will die and don't care about this idle matter, it's really troublesome!" ”

As he spoke, he grabbed the man, carried it to the back of a camel, took off the white jade wrench on the other party's thumb, put it in his hand and weighed it, and then said with a smile: "It seems that this deal is not a loss!" ”

Then he neatly turned on the hunchback, shouted, and led the camel into the distance.

The camel bells are far away, the songs are also far away, and the land seems to have regained the loneliness and loneliness of thousands of years, leaving only the desolate wind and sand still whistling.

The sun is setting, and the twilight is deep.

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During the Jingtai period of the Ming Dynasty, the eunuchs were autocratic, and the people were not happy.

Among them, Dongchang, who was in charge of the intelligence supervision department, was the most arrogant and domineering, and even set up 12 supervisors, 13 warehouses, 4 divisions, 8 bureaus, and 24 yamen in the capital, and the power leaned towards the government and the opposition.

In order to eliminate dissidents, Dongchang did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to recruit a group of fierce dead soldiers in various places, forming a black cavalry and archery team that has always been notorious, most of which are the world's most vicious villains, who do all kinds of evil and kill people like hemp. There is also an ordnance department, and skilled craftsmen in the Ministry of Orders are full-time to design all kinds of novel murder weapons to persecute innocents.

The great eunuch Cao Shaoqing, who appointed himself as the governor of Dongchang, coerced the Son of Heaven, ordered hundreds of officials, and monopolized power. In the DPRK, he tried his best to exclude dissidents, and was bent on establishing the Dongchang Dynasty, and set up a private court to investigate the feelings of the officials and the people.

When people talk about Dongchang, they all talk about the change of tiger color, and the bloody wind and blood rain are shrouding the big tomorrow, and the rivers and lakes are also in dire straits.