In the gloomy and cramped courtyard, only Hai Rui and Lao Fu lived.

The old servant called Hai'an, who was Hai Rui's distant cousin. In addition to his servant, he also worked as a group of other tasks such as Hai Rui's book boy, a schoolboy, a chef, a laundry, and a sweeper.

There is no way, who made our Lord Hai poor? But this also forced the old man to master various skills at a young age, otherwise he would not be able to understand the poem.

Hai'an saw Hai Rui's appearance as a walking corpse after he was released from prison and was anxious.

Therefore, when he saw Zhao Hao's poem, he analyzed Hai Rui's psychological situation to the fullest. Only then did Hai'an introduce him to his master with the idea of ​​intent.

Sure enough, Hai Rui, who was originally in shape, finally changed his expression after seeing the poem. He ordered Hai'an to bring the poet in to see what this villain has to do?

After hearing Zhao Hao's reply, Hai Rui's eyes became even colder. However, there seemed to be a hint of anger behind the coldness.

Zhao Hao knew that it was anger that was seen through by others.

He admitted that writing this poem to stimulate Hai Rui was actually a gambling element.

But seeing Hai Rui's reaction, Zhao Hao knew that he had bet right - the Lord Hai Rui Hai in front of him was not a Ming Divine Sword that was invincible to all evil, but a pitiful mental patient.

But no one can define this disease nowadays. It will not be four hundred years later that it has a name called 'Posttraumatic Stress Disorder'.

Zhao Hao once read a medical study that was so idle that Hai Rui was likely to suffer from severe post-traumatic stress disorder in a series of accidents in the 45th year of Jiajing. Because after he wrote a letter, Emperor Jiajing was unable to get sick until his death. This made him feel that the death of the late emperor was to blame.

To make matters worse, almost at the same time, his two sons died one after another in fright...

Hai Rui is a loyal believer of Confucianism. He deeply believes in the saying "harmony between man and nature". He will naturally believe that his two sons died one after another because of the interaction between man and heaven and earth. In layman's terms, it is because he killed the emperor and heaven came down to heaven and punished him and seized his two sons.

Once this cognition is formed, it will definitely be a devastating blow to Hai Rui's stubbornness. It has caused him to fall into the spiral of death of self-doubt, self-denial, self-exile, and even self-destruction.

These are the specific symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder. The series of extreme symptoms that lasted for the second half of his life were probably also caused by this trauma.

Zhao Hao decided to help him.

Because he has always had a respect for those who dare to plead for the people.

And even from the most utilitarian point of view, Hai Rui is the future Governor Ying Tian and is one of his thighs.

Although the hair on the thighs is very thorny, it won’t be so comfortable to pick it up. But as long as you are skillful, you can still use this magical sword to cut through the ghosts and monsters all over the ground.

Of course, he couldn't let Hairui give up on himself, and eventually became a paranoid who couldn't even use it...

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"Why did you write this poem?" Hai Rui asked coldly.

"Because I respect Mr. Hai very much, I can't sit still and see Mr. Hai sick, but remain indifferent." Zhao Hao replied in a gentle voice.

"All nonsense!" How could a fifty-year-old man's defense be overcome by a few words? What's more, a man as tough as a rock like Hai Rui. He only smiled coldly and said, "I am very healthy, not even a headache or a fever."

"Hai Gong's illness is in his heart," Zhao Hao shook his head and said, "The disease in his heart is invisible and intangible, but it is eroding your energy and mental health all the time, causing you to be mentally confused and behave abnormally. If you don't pay attention to it and treat it quickly, you will definitely destroy."

After a pause, Zhao Hao faced Hai Rui's gaze and said in a deep voice: "And Hai Gong is also an official of Dali Temple who is in charge of the national judicial department. If you feel sick, it is not you who harms the fate of thousands of people!"

This is what Zhong Hai Rui has the biggest worry. The honest Lord Hai couldn't help but nodded slightly and said with a voice: "I have repeatedly written to ask for my leave, but the court just doesn't allow it..."

Realizing his loss of composure, Hai Rui hurriedly lowered his face and said, "But I asked for it, not because I thought I was sick, but because I was worried about my mother's lack of support..."

"Hai Gong is not afraid of death, why doesn't he have the courage to face his heart?" Zhao Hao approached two steps forward.

Hai Rui couldn't help but lean back a little, frowned and said, "I have examined myself three times a day..."

"That's great. Do you dare to confess and talk to me?" Zhao Hao smiled and said with a silly smile: "Swear every word he says is sincere and has no pretentious words?"

"Why do I have to talk to you a child who is a slutty boy?" Hai Rui snorted with a stern face: "I never tell lies!"

"Okay, this is what you said!" Zhao Hao selectively ignored Hai Rui's previous sentence, firmly grasped his second half and said, "Then let's start this open and honest conversation."

"Who wants to talk to you?" Hai Rui turned his head, but did not let someone drive him out.

"Hai Gong's disease is still in the "Public Security Commentary". Zhao Hao stood firm in the hall. At this time, the distance between him and Hai Rui was about four feet, which was already the limit of social distance. In this position, it was enough to create a sense of oppression on Hai Rui, but it did not cause him to experience obvious psychological rejection.

Hai Rui frowned and asked, "What's the problem with the Public Security Memorial?"

"Everyone in the world says that you are glorious when you are on "Public Security Memorial", but you feel deeply guilty for this." Zhao Hao said in a deep voice.

"No, I wrote a letter to the people to ask for the orders of Yao and Shun. Since I did it, I would not regret it!" Hai Rui seemed to be insulted, his forehead was thundering, and his breathing became much heavier.

"Then on the last day of the imperial prison, the prison guards arranged wine and food to treat you to dinner. Why did you spit out all the food after hearing that the late emperor passed away until he fainted?" Zhao Hao smiled faintly, thinking that it was true that gentlemen could deceive him. If there were gentlemen like Hai Rui in the world, he would be invincible.

"Since I heard that my father died, shouldn't I be sad?" Hai Rui's heavy breathing became chaotic, and the veins on his forehead gradually faded.

"You cry when you cry, why do you spit out all the food you ate?" Zhao Hao showed the hateful expression of 'I have seen through you' on his face, and looked directly at Hai Rui, not letting him dodge his eyes and said, "Your reaction at that time was not because of grief, but because he heard from the prison guards that you were about to be released from acquit and be restored to his post!"

"The late emperor did not kill you, and he even pardoned you in the will. How dare you say that you did not feel guilty at all?" Zhao Hao asked in a row of cannons, leaving no room for Hai Rui to dodge.

"I, I..." Under Zhao Hao's heart-wrenching gaze, Hai Rui blushed for a while, and finally nodded in depressedly, his voice was undetectable: "Of course I will blame myself."

"After being released from prison, I learned that Zhongdi and the two young masters Zhongliang died one after another during your imprisonment, which made you even more regretful! "

"This makes you have to wonder if it was because you scolded the late emperor to death, so you were punished by God and took away your two sons whom you regarded as your life?!"

Zhao Hao took another step closer and invaded Hai Rui's psychological safe distance.

Hai Rui did not respond to this and just listened to Zhao Hao's assertions.

Suddenly, he felt his cheeks chills, and he reached out to touch them in a daze. Tears that had been missing for a long time flowed down from his deep eyes...
Chapter completed!