Chapter 585

For mengqu, it is a very normal political marriage to marry off his sister. Since he came into contact with the concept of political marriage at the age of five, he no longer regarded his sister as an independent person.

Marriage, in this world, in this era, is not one of the processes of love.

Marriage is a part of life, and like all production activities, it has severe and cold practical significance.

There are many reasons for aristocratic marriage. It's possible to get blood, political and military support, and fiefdom. Before marriage, both men and women may meet. If they are satisfied, they will go straight to the wedding. If they are not satisfied, they will go straight to the wedding.

The reason for common people's marriage is relatively simple. If the man has met the woman occasionally, he can inquire about other people's residence and visit each other's parents with gifts. If the parents have the intention to marry their daughter, then they can consider the wedding. To say love at first sight, can barely count, but see the color of the composition of the intention is greater.

For noble women, the status after marriage depends on the power of their parents.

For civilian women, there is no status after marriage.

Women are the complete appendages of men. Those civilian women suspected of cheating by their husbands will be watered, which is similar to soaking a pig cage, but with a wooden lever, the women bound in the wooden cage will be immersed in the dirty river water, where the water is filled with the water of slaughtering livestock, leftover meals, dead wild dog bodies, fly eggs, larvae, leeches and leeches …

However, this was not the most oppressive age for women. Five centuries ahead, about 40 years after Julius, Mithraism launched a witch hunting movement. At that time, Mithra friars led the knights to run all over the mainland. Adhering to the principle of "better kill than let go", they worked hard for 30 years and successfully reduced the female population of the whole mainland by 10%.

Men suspect that women are unfaithful. They are witches! Burn to death.

The baby next door died young, a witch set up! Who is the unfortunate woman who was caught and burned? It's just a matter of probability.

Women's gathering and chatting is a witch's gathering. They must be brewing a vicious scheme to release the inanimate ghosts sealed in the underworld! Burn, burn.

Not only the common women, but also the noble women could not escape the poison of the witch's mallet.

No matter from the historical or realistic factors, mengqu doesn't care about the situation of his four sisters. He is the winner of the game, and it's enough to get the throne that won't belong to him.

Of course, the hatred between father and brother, the pain of family and country, can not but revenge.

I can't fight feimianjiao. Just let the suzerain fight. The blood vessels of political animals are full of venom.

Mengqu stayed in yupraz to observe the new city.

As an insightful heir to the royal family, he can observe the world with critical eyes. Every autumn and winter, the hunton royal family will move to the palace in pingdun mountain in the northern part of the principality to avoid the piercing sea breeze. Along the way, they will visit hunton's towns and villages. Mengqu still remembers the appearance of those Untouchables. The women in the fields are bare chested, and they are as obscene as a group of mud monkeys. The men are drinking and fighting. Of course, they sometimes go hunting in the mountains. Every year, what kind of village it used to be is still what it is now.

The difference between the two is that apart from all kinds of incomprehensible exquisite building materials and incredible productivity, there are also the people here. They are rigid and rigid. At first glance, they all seem to be poured out of the same mold. No one is idle. Everyone is in a hurry. Except for children playing in the streets, the whole city is shrouded in an invisible cloud, This deep pressure seeps out from everyone's pores, and even makes others clearly feel that the invisible chain is binding everyone.

But they are also happy, the street does not see any idle people means no crime, no pickpocketing, no robbery, no fighting. Everyone is not worried about food and clothing, healthy, happy and simple expression.

This kind of feeling, he has seen in another city, but it is a gloomy country - telgang.

In the greedy and insidious telgon, monks sell blessing scriptures and heaven vouchers in the street. The whole city is as high and incredible as if it is out of the world. A poor believer can show a gentle and calm smile in the sewage ditch, and a devout nobleman will bow down and kiss the land in front of the monk.

There is no humanity there, but here, there is also a lack of humanity. This similar form of expression makes mengqu take it lightly at the beginning. Until he left, he was escorted by two soldiers all the way down the mountain road of youvlaz. A long line of men carrying loads of rice and women carrying baskets of glutinous rice and cotton Group, their joy drowned in the fragrance of food.

At this moment, mengqu realized that although the people here were bound, they got the sublimation of value in their labor, instead of wasting their good time praying for the salvation of Mithra.

So what kind of God is noodle God?

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Merceri de Cornell sat in the brightly lit bedroom.She was the princess of hunton, and now she is the property, or property, of the flying face Pope.

Each of the three sisters has a bedroom, and the so-called bedroom is just a small bedroom. The area of ten square meters has no windows, and the lighting depends on a magic glass lamp on the ceiling. The crystal stone furniture is so simple that it looks like the creation of primitive people. The only decoration in the room is the picture of noodles on the wall. It's a bowl of Qishan saozi noodles. It's vivid, hot and red. You can see it drooling.

Merceri can't forget her father's rolling head, the dead bodies of her mothers, her three little sisters, Daisy, Alison and Amara. They should be next door now, but she can't move at will.

Although the little flying face Pope was a handsome man, the blood on his hands could not be washed clean. He was occupied by such a tyrant, and the strong sadness of fate came to the princess's heart.

Women have no choice in this world. Merceri only hopes that her noble posture can frighten the rude Pope, not to extend her claws to her three younger sisters.

She waited anxiously in the room. The heavy iron door had never been opened, but only the sound of air coming from the four wall vent accompanied her. It was a cage.

She went to the wall and tapped. After a while, there was a quick knock from next door. Who could it be? Daisy or Alison, Amara should not have the strength to knock on such a thick wall.

Pity and motherhood sprang up in her heart. Merceri gently knocked on the wall, like a long narrative poem, and the knocking next door also calmed down.

In this way, the silent tacit understanding between the sisters linked them up again.

As time goes by, people deliver meals and clean up every day, but it's a cold Sergeant wrapped in armor. He never has any communication with meselli. It's just like a machine with a plate of dung.

This morning, when the bell rang six times in the corridor, merceri woke up and went to the wall to knock, trying to communicate with her sister next door.

However, there was no response.