1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

Because you can get psychological and physical pleasure in this way, first of all, you admit that you are "lower" than her. So, Mark waved his hand casually:

"You're welcome. Any person with a conscience would help in such a situation."

What a gentleman... Wanrong sighed in her heart.

"Since you're okay, girl, we'll leave first. Have a good rest. Good night." "Wait! Where are you going?!"

Seeing Mark about to leave, Wanrong's tone immediately became anxious again. "Uh... I'll go back to my own cabin."

"Can I..."

Wanrong's words had barely escaped her lips when she immediately took them back, feeling inwardly ashamed and annoyed. What was I thinking? I actually wanted to ask a strange man to stay in my room! And in the middle of the night!

Am I crazy?

The carefree Mark seemed to have not noticed the problem yet. He looked at Wanrong, who was hesitant to speak, with confusion. However, his maid was very perceptive and asked in a gentle voice: "Madam, where are your maids? Do you need me to call them over?"

"Ah...ah, thank you."

Wanrong glanced at the agent with gratitude, and then gently requested: "But before that, could you help me put on my clothes first?"

When her mental illness did not strike, Wanrong was a woman with a very good temper. When Puyi tortured the guards and eunuchs before, it was she who helped to plead for mercy; although this woman could not even dress herself.

The agent looked at Mark, who blinked and nodded: "Well...well...Dongmei, please do me a favor. I'll go back first."

It feels so good to see the agent's face twitching but he doesn't dare to hit himself... As long as he can't die, he will do it to death.

"..Yes, Master."

The agent's face was expressionless, with a cold glint in his eyes;

It seems that I have to find an opportunity to beat up the commander;

No, this guy isn't afraid of getting beaten. He's always been one of those people who "will do anything to get himself killed"; so, give him some "trouble" that's neither too big nor too small!

Anyway, it is beneficial to our goals and the commander's own goals.

While thinking, the agent called out to UMP9 hidden in the shadows in the cloud map: "Commander, you are on your way back to the cabin. Please be careful along the way."

"receive!"

After Mark left, while combing his hair, washing, and changing his clothes, a former Qing Dynasty queen cautiously inquired, "This... um... young lady, may I ask who you are?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't tell you without my master's orders."

How could I just let him go without asking his name?

Wanrong felt a little annoyed, but it also confirmed her suspicions. She was indeed from a prominent family.

This is also one of the important reasons why Wanrong was polite to Mark and the agent.

Although Mark had a somewhat lazy temperament, judging by his skin care, clothing, noble aura, and the maiden who was far more beautiful and graceful than himself, his background was definitely not simple. Royal family?

No, there is definitely no such person among the royal family and aristocrats of the Qing Dynasty.

First of all, his age and height are wrong, not to mention his gentlemanly, polite, proud, and indifferent demeanor, which is absolutely impossible for the Qing imperial family. However, his fluent Chinese and appearance do not seem foreign at all...

Wanrong was very curious, but after the agent said this, she couldn't insist on asking questions; that would be too rude and not what a Qing queen should do.

There was silence in the room for a moment, which was quickly broken by the agent: "Ma'am, may I remind you of something?"

"...Ah...Ah! Please speak!"

Wanrong was still thinking about Mark, and was a little distracted for a moment. She blushed and whispered. What a girl...

The agent sighed inwardly and said gently:

"I am the master's maid, and I also serve as his personal bodyguard and doctor. I just examined you and found that your physical condition..." "Alas."

Before she finished speaking, Wanrong let out a long sigh:

"I know my body. It's how it was born. There's nothing I can do about it. It's just the way it is for the rest of my life."

“No, ma’am…”

"Call me Zhilian! What's your name? He just called you... Dongmei? Can I call you that?" "...Yes... can..."

Wanrong seemed to hear a hint of gnashing teeth in this answer; however, this illusion quickly disappeared, and the agent returned to his initial indifference:

"Ms. Zhilian, in addition to your inherent dysmenorrhea, neurasthenia, and anemia, your lungs have been severely damaged by long-term smoking, and your opium use has exacerbated your symptoms." "Smoking...will damage the lungs?"

Wanrong was shocked.

She knew that smoking opium was harmful, but because her father and husband acquiesced and it could relieve the pain of dysmenorrhea, she couldn't get rid of the dependence. She quit smoking several times and then relapsed.

I had to give up;

But why is smoking harmful?

The agent was stunned for a few milliseconds before he remembered that, at that time, although the world had some understanding of the harmful effects of tobacco, the implementation was almost zero. The capitalists were still vigorously promoting the "benefits of smoking" theory. For example, the "Tianxiang" brand cigarettes produced by Tianxiang Factory had a striking statement on the packaging: "Smoking this cigarette has four benefits: one is palatable, two is cost-saving, three is patriotic, and four is hygienic."

On the other side of the packaging, the advertisement stated, "Tianxiang cigarettes are high-quality and inexpensive; they have a sweet flavor and a mild nature; they do not dry out the mouth and tongue and are beneficial to health. Please try them and you will believe them." For example, the "Meili" brand cigarettes that Wanrong smoked also had various slogans glorifying smoking:

"All beauties are present, and no beauty is left unattained", "The lovely Meili brand is popular everywhere", "It is a cigarette that girlfriends can't put down", "Beautiful women smoke good cigarettes, and good cigarettes have good taste", etc. In such an environment, it is not surprising that Wanrong smoked heavily in pursuit of fashion.

A certain Hunan Tucao King smokes even more fiercely!

The agent replied calmly and confidently:

"Yes, the nicotine in tobacco is poisonous. Long-term smokers' lungs will turn a disgusting black, like the mud in a pond that hasn't been cleaned for years."

Although she didn't understand some of the new terms, after hearing these words, when Wanrong saw the box of cigarettes in front of the bed, she suddenly shuddered.

"Also, smoking cigarettes can cause various diseases such as tumors (cancer), infertility, etc. This is one of the reasons for your menstrual pain and other diseases besides smoking. "What!"

The more the agent spoke, the more shocked Wanrong became. Yet, she remained unconvinced, even though her husband, Puyi, had repeatedly told her that "opium is harmless to the body, and foreigners who smoke and drink are also strong." This was not only because the agent (Mark) had saved her chastity and her name, but also because he had been able to identify her illness on their first meeting, a testament to his medical prowess. So, naturally, she asked the question the agent had anticipated:

"So what should I do?"

"First, quit smoking and opium. Otherwise, your illness will never be truly cured. Second, you need to exercise outdoors more often and not stay indoors all the time. Third, you need to stay in a good mood..."

Wanrong sighed as she wrote down these pieces of advice. Quit smoking, exercise, and be cheerful...

She wants to too!

However, none of them is easy to do.

Since entering the palace, she had suffered from menstrual cramps and had become addicted to opium and then cigarettes. How could she quit? Living in the palace or her own residence for a long time, as the queen and mother of the country, how could she have the opportunity to exercise?

I'd ridden a bicycle and played tennis before, only to be reprimanded by Puyi for being "unmannered." How could I possibly be happy when my husband treated me coldly and I was living in exile?

He even scolded her for being "wasteful" when she gave money to beggars!

too difficult.

Watching Wanrong's emotions and thoughts being manipulated step by step by her, the agent nodded slightly: "Also, there's something I'm not sure whether I should say or not."

"What? Come on, Dongmei, is there anything we can't talk about?" "...It's just that your dysmenorrhea can be cured by getting married."

"Hmm? What does that mean?"

"When I rescued you just now, I was worried that you might be violated, so I checked you without permission and found that you were still a virgin..."

"..."

Wanrong's face suddenly turned red on one side.

Even though she was a novice, she knew what "inspection" meant. Then, the agent's words made her face turn pale again:

...Long-term virginity and lack of male affection are also a major cause of your severe menstrual cramps. So if you find a husband and marry him, losing your virginity, perhaps your ailments will be cured."

"..."

Wanrong was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "How can it be that simple..."

The agent pretended to be clueless and asked:

"Ms. Zhilian, is there any problem with this? You are so beautiful, are you worried about getting married?" "...Would you believe me if I told you I've been married for ten years?"

Perhaps because of her turmoil, perhaps because she was a woman, perhaps because he was her savior, or perhaps because she was too depressed, Wanrong actually began to complain:

From the night we got married until now, he hasn't even touched me. He's always stayed in another woman's room. Even when he occasionally stayed, he always slept with his clothes on... (Actually, that wasn't the case. Puyi told Wanrong he was with Wenxiu, and she told Wenxiu he was with Wanrong, stirring up conflict between them while also keeping his impotence a secret for a while).... I don't know what I did wrong to make him treat me like this. Is it because I'm not good-looking, because I spend too much money, or because I have a bad temper?

"I don't know..."

Regarding Wanrong's complaints, the agent just listened silently without interrupting. After she had complained for more than ten minutes, she finally said, "I don't understand your family affairs. I can only tell you about my situation and experience."

"Your side?"

"I also had a little sister here who had the same dysmenorrhea as you. After she was taken away by the master and discharged the black menstrual blood, she never had dysmenorrhea again. I think you may be in the same situation." I'm sorry, Miss Nasaga, you have to make a small sacrifice in terms of reputation.

Anyway, judging by the situation, you and Wanrong will both be the commander's people sooner or later. According to your personalities, once you devote yourself, you will definitely follow the commander wholeheartedly. The empress of a nominal emperor, a Chinese.

A princess who is nominally the emperor's younger brother, a Japanese;

So in other words, Manchukuo and the Northeast will sooner or later be under the command of the commander;

The so-called use of sticks to control women, and use women to control the land.

As long as we take over this vast piece of land and its large population and industrial base, we can... Thinking of this, the agent couldn't help but sigh.

The prerequisite is that my lazy and fun-loving commander is willing to spend energy and time to manage it; if he is really unwilling, then I can only support an agent to take over.

The person in front of me, the one in Tokyo, and their husbands might be good candidates. "Is that so..."

Wanrong didn't know what she was thinking about, and asked quietly:

"How many women does your master have? I think I should be able to tell you that." "Currently, there is only one."

"..Is she the legal wife?"

"There's no such thing as a legitimate wife or not. It's just that she deeply loves everything about her master, and being able to enjoy him for a night is enough for her."

"Is that so..."

Wanrong concealed the envy in her eyes and lowered her head in silence.

Do I have another chance in this life to seek my own happiness like her?

Even if it's just for one night.

At this moment, the scene of Wenxiu and Puyi's brazen divorce appeared in front of Wanrong again.

If "Ms. Ai Lian" can do it, why can't I, "Ms. Zhi Lian"?

Meanwhile, in Tokyo, Japan, Saga Hiro, who had just returned from Tanabe Ina's family home to Fujiwara Kanezane's private residence, sneezed, glanced doubtfully to the west, and continued scrubbing her body with her now-roughened hands. However, as she scrubbed, she quietly extended her fingers into the pistil. As the water rippled, her cheeks flushed, her body tensed, and her eyes blurred.

"Brother..."

"When will you be back?"

"I can't wait to establish a new Japanese Communist Party."

079 Japanese Communist Party Central Political Bureau Secretary Fujiwara (fog)

The next morning, the ship arrived as scheduled in Yingkou, a small seaside town that was occupied by the Japanese army three times during the Sino-Japanese War, the Russo-Japanese War, and the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression.

Naturally, everything here is full of Japanese atmosphere - Japanese taverns, Japanese plaster flags, Japanese shrines, Japanese soldiers...

In the past, Wanrong might not have felt much, but after what happened last night, all that flashed in her eyes was disgust.

Damn Orientals...

"Master, please tell me what to do next."

A palace maid who looked pretty good wiped the sweat from her forehead from carrying the boxes and asked in a low voice.

Since this morning, she hasn't seen Master Runliang and that Japanese man, and the master didn't tell her the reason, so she has no idea what to do next.

What to do? How do I know what to do?

Wanrong secretly groaned.

The itinerary was arranged by her brother who had already fed the sea fish, and she had no control over it at all.

Alas, if only I had kept the lively and clever Xiao Wang behind when I left Tianjin and dismissed the palace maids and eunuchs.

(Sun Yaoting, whose real name was Wang Chengxiang, was the last eunuch in China. He was the one who, as the legend goes, "made up his mind to castrate himself and enter the palace on the first day, and established the Republic of China on the second day.") Just when Wanrong was at her wit's end, she suddenly heard a familiar, gentle male voice:

...Since Ms. Baozhen is seasick, let's just take the train from now on! Ugh...it's so cold...Hurry up, go buy your tickets, buy them and get on the train early..." Hey?

Is it him? ?

The Queen quickly looked in the direction of the sound and saw several people in fur coats getting off the boat.

Although his face was covered by a thick scarf and his appearance could not be seen clearly, his outstanding temperament made Wanrong recognize him at once, and she could not help but shout:

"gentlemen!"