“Mahamaya and Rajpo met in a dilapidated temple by the river.

She silently looked at Luo Qibo with her natural solemn gaze, with a reproach in her eyes, which meant: "How dare you ask me to come here at such an unusual moment today? You dare to do this because I have always obeyed you!"

“……”

The soldiers on the field were also infected by this bleak story, and some even shed tears in emotion.

Tagore breathed a sigh of relief.

He did not expect that he would one day save himself through the Psalms.

This is a prisoner camp.

Tagore was slightly injured, but he survived without any danger.

"May I have your name?"

A long sword pointed at Tagore.

Tagore was delighted and said quickly: "Tagore."

Shi nodded.

"The story you just told is very good. I deeply realized that there are many oppressed people in this land..."

Tagore was also a little surprised. Did the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty have such high political awareness?

What he didn't know was that the soldier in front of him was not an ordinary person, but a propaganda officer mixed in the army.

After the Ming Dynasty captured these prisoners, it was necessary to educate and select some talents that could be absorbed.

Tagore is unarmed and can only gain favor by leveraging his own advantages.

So I used a novel I created myself.

"Mahamaya"

This is his famous work in his short story, a fascinating poetic novel that reflects the deep suffering brought to the Indian people, especially women, by the deep caste prejudice in India and the bad habit of burying widows.

The novel describes the beautiful woman Mahamayah, who was born in the Brahman caste, died early and was lonely. She lacked a generous dowry and was still waiting for her name at the age of 24.

The young Luo Qibo and Mahamaya were once neighbors, and they were childhood sweethearts, and they were young and had no guesses.

One day, Luo Jibo, who loved Mahamaya deeply, asked her to meet in a dilapidated temple and expressed her love to her. Unexpectedly, her brother followed her and Mahamaya said calmly: "I will go to your house, please wait for me."

Then he left with his brother silently.

That night, my brother asked her to put on red veil and took her to the morgue where the dead were accommodated by the crematorium. The wedding was held by a dying Brahmin.

The next day she became a widow.

According to the habit of burying her with her dead husband, she had to cremate her.

Just as the flames rushed up, heavy rain poured down, extinguishing the flames instantly. Mahamaya escaped from the fire, but there were irremedy scars on her face.

She covered the damaged guest with a veil and came to Luo Qibo's residence and said to him: "I have changed completely, but my heart is still the same as the old one.

"If you swear you never look at my face, I will live in your house."

Luo Qibo immediately swore and ran away with her in the storm.

But the veil casts heavy shadows in Luo Qibo's mind, and he is not happy.

On a bright moonlit night, he lifted the veil of Mahamaya and saw her destroyed face.

The awakened Mahamayum took the veil and left without looking back.

From then on, she was never found, which gave Luo Qibo a deep scar to the rest of his life.

.........

Soon, the propaganda officer in the army quickly wrote the novel and soon arrived on Li Yan's desk.

Li Yan browsed carefully.

It took a long time to let go.

"A poor woman."

Words that can arouse empathy can be turned into the sharpest weapon. Li Yan also saw the value of this novel. He described in detail the darkness in the earth, and dug out the ugliness of the body poisoning people's hearts.

And this is very suitable for the Ming Dynasty.

Why did the Ming Dynasty send troops?

One is for revenge.

Second, we are under the banner of poisoning the earth and brightening the universe. If we poison the earth without any sin, how can we have the opportunity to be liberated from the Ming Dynasty?

So Li Yan immediately became interested and quickly preached Tagore.

Tagore put away his arrogance.

His current identity cannot maintain his arrogance in his heart at all. Tagore has experienced the warmth and coldness of human feelings in the world and has truly experienced the sufferings of life.

"Why are you still carrying a broom?"

His attitude was not empty-handed. He was still eating a broom in his hand. The broom was also relatively dry and bare, with few hairs at the tail.

Tagore lowered his head tightly.

"The villain is a pariah."

"I'm afraid of hitting the noble man, so I took a broom to clean up the traces left."

At this time, Tagore shrank his neck, looking as timid as a mouse, and holding a broken broom, it made people look very pitiful at first glance.

Generally, at this time, the strong will show a hint of pity for the weak, and Li Yan is no exception. He frowned, of course he knew what the untouchables mean.

Untouchables, also known as invisible people and untouchable people, can be called slaves among slaves. In some cases, they may not even be as good as slaves.

It was such a person who wrote such a moving novel, and the huge disparity made Li Yan a little moved. However, he first asked his own question and said, "You are a pariah, so why are you familiar with Sanskrit? According to the truth, you have no chance to encounter Sanskrit."

Tagore was stunned and whispered: "I don't know how to speak Sanskrit."

He didn't tell any lies at all.

He had no chance to come into contact with this life, but he had come into contact with other languages ​​in his dreams.

"If you don't understand Sanskrit, how can you write a novel?" Li Yan said in surprise. According to his mindset, he could only write a novel by being familiar with the words.

Tagore hid his secret.

"I usually like to think about it, and I made up this novel by myself without intention."

Li Yan's eyes were bright and he stared at Tagore tightly. His eyes were particularly dazzling. Tagore felt that he was not so nervous when he met Captain Duran of the British Army.

"good."

Li Yan glanced at him deeply.

Believe his words.

After all, this cannot be rejected. For example, some old men at the entrance of the village are illiterate, but they can talk about stories. Li Yan temporarily regards Tagore as such a situation.

Li Yan's fingers gently tapped the table.

A series of crisp sounds seemed to hit Tagore's heart, and he was a little worried.

Suddenly.

"Do you want to learn words?"

Li Yan paused word by word: "It's not something messy, but my Ming Dynasty's words."

Tagore's heart lit up. He understood the potential meaning, and it was clearly necessary to cultivate himself.

So he quickly agreed: "I do."
Chapter completed!