Chapter 47 within nine gates

I can't intervene in political affairs, can't go out casually, can't talk to a minister, so when the Kwantung Army's electricity can't get through, I have nothing to do.I developed the habit of sleeping late and waking up late. I always go to bed in the second half of the night, or even after three o'clock, and I don't wake up until eleven o'clock in the morning.Two meals a day, breakfast at noon to one or two, dinner at nine to eleven, sometimes at twelve.Sleep between four and five or six.In addition to eating and sleeping, my daily life can be summed up in these eight words, namely: beating and scolding, fortune-telling, taking medicine, and being afraid.

These four things are interrelated.As the signs of Japan's collapse became more and more obvious, the more frightened I became, I was afraid that Japan would kill me before it collapsed.Under this kind of psychological dominance, I was courteous and obsequious to the Japanese, but my temper became increasingly irritable to the inside of my family, beating and swearing at every turn.My superstitious thoughts have also developed more, I eat vegetarian food all day long, chant scriptures, do divination and divination, and pray for blessings from gods and Buddhas.Under this kind of mental restlessness and abnormal living habits, the already damaged body became weaker and weaker, so he desperately took injections and medicines.All in all, these four things make up my dazed, ecstatic life.

My cruelty and suspicion had planted roots as early as the Forbidden City era. When I arrived in Tianjin, I took a step forward.In Tianjin, I established the following family rules for my servants: 1. It is not allowed to talk to each other casually to prevent forming cliques for personal gain. 1. It is not allowed to cover up and protect each other. 1. Fraud is not allowed to make money. 1. When a colleague makes a mistake, he must report it immediately. 1. Those who have committed crimes against subordinates by superiors must be punished immediately upon discovery.If you take it easy.Sin plus one class.

After arriving in the Northeast, another oath was added: If you violate it, you will be willing to accept the punishment of heaven and be thundered and bombarded by heaven. In my gate, my cruel and violent behavior developed to often beating people, and even using torture tools.There are many tricks for beating people, all of which are asking others to do it for me.It is often not just one or two people who receive this appointment, but all the people present.When they strike, they must hit very hard, otherwise I may become suspicious and think that they are gangsters, so I temporarily change the target and beat people who are not willing to beat hard.

The targets of my beating and scolding included almost everyone in my family except my wife, younger brother and brother-in-law.At that time, I had several nephews who were studying in the palace, and at the same time they were the people who talked to me and served me, and they were the cronies I cultivated, but I beat and scolded them in the same way.The word they were most afraid of from me at that time was: Tell him to go down!It means to go downstairs and be beaten. These actions of mine can't really explain anything other than my shameful character of arrogance, arrogance, tyranny and moodiness.Once, a boy servant sat down on my chair, and he was denounced according to the house rules I had made.I thought it was an offense to me, and immediately ordered someone to beat him severely.In fact, this throne, isn't it that I'm also terrified when I sit on it?

In Changchun, I bought a lot of medicine for hemorrhoids.A little nephew was very surprised when he saw this medicine, and accidentally said something like a bullet, which immediately touched my taboo, isn't this a curse on me to eat bullets!At my behest, the other nephews gave him a board. Under my kind of regime, the worst offenders were the boy servants.These are orphans from a so-called charity organization in Changchun. There are about a dozen of them. Most of them are left behind after their parents were killed by the Japanese.The Japanese were afraid that these descendants would hold grudges, so they asked the traitor regime to adopt them in the name of charity organizations, changed their names, conducted enslavement education, and tortured them with slave labor.When they heard that they were sent to me, some of them had high hopes that life must be better than that in the charity society. In fact, instead of improving, it was worse.Here, they eat the worst sorghum rice, wear tattered clothes, work fifteen or sixteen hours a day, and sit and watch at night.In winter, because they are cold, hungry, tired and sleepy, some of them will fall asleep on the radiator unknowingly during the cleaning work, so that the skin is scorched and the meat is rotten.They were beaten more often.Those who work and sleep will be beaten, those who sweep the floor will be beaten, and those who speak loudly will be beaten.The attendants who are unhappy in their hearts often take their anger out on them.In order to punish them and manage their attendants, a confinement room was specially set up.Under all kinds of torture, these orphans grew up to seventeen or eighteen years old, and were still as short as ten-year-old children.

There was a boy servant named Sun Boyuan who was tortured to death.The child couldn't stand being in the false palace, he fantasized that the outside world might be better, and repeatedly tried to find a chance to escape.When he escaped for the first time, he was caught and brought back, and he was severely beaten.He escaped again the second time. He thought the tunnel for the ventilation pipes led to the outside, so he got in, but wandered around inside and couldn't find the exit after two days and two nights.Thirsty and hungry, he had to go out to find water, so he was found and caught.When I heard the attendant's report, I ordered: let him eat something first, and then discipline him!But at this time, he had already been disciplined by the attendants to the point of death.I heard that he was about to die, and I was terrified, fearing that he would turn into a ghost to claim his life, so I ordered the doctor to be called for rescue, but it was too late.This child finally lost his young life under my family rules!

After this incident, I was not blamed by my conscience, but because I was afraid of karma, I spent a few days kowtow and chant scriptures in front of the Buddhist altar to save the souls of the dead. Hit the palm of your hand with a bamboo board to show repentance.It seems that after doing this, I can get rid of all ties. My severe treatment of the servants was later developed into the most boring point by nervousness.I often guard against thieves in case the cook takes a few cents from me when he buys vegetables.I even sent someone to follow him secretly to see how he bought it, or to investigate with my sisters how much a catty of meat is, and how much a chicken is.Sometimes I think that the dishes are not cooked well, or if I find something dirty, I will immediately order a fine.Of course, sometimes because of a good job, they are rewarded with money.I have no power or power outside my own house, and I can only obey the laws and regulations decided by the Japanese, but inside my own house, I do my best and do my own thing.

At the end of the Puppet Manchukuo, Japan's failure became more and more obvious.Whether it's the Allied radio news on the radio, or Yoshioka Yasudo's dejected mood, it deepens my doomsday mood day by day.My temper became worse, and my prestige in the house became more fierce.At the beginning of 1944, an elder who came to celebrate my birthday as usual became the object of my arrogance for no reason. To celebrate my birthday that day, the Palace held an ice skating party and invited some skaters to perform.While everyone was watching the skating, the elder from Kannai saw Yoshioka Yasunao and the Japanese officials, and to show his courtesy, he greeted them in front of me.This kind of thing is extremely common in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of my group at that time, it became a disrespectful act of disrespect.Because the Son of Heaven is supreme, and no one is more honorable before the Son of Heaven, no one can show mutual respect and respect.Everyone in my family knew that I would never allow this kind of thing to happen, and I was taught that if anyone found any disrespectful behavior, it would be disloyal if they did not report it to me.So this disrespect, which I hadn't noticed at the time, was reported to me by a nephew at a family dinner after the skating show.I was very happy at the moment, and thinking that he was an old man, I didn't want to get to the bottom of it, so I signaled my loyal nephew to step down.Unexpectedly, the old man who had committed disrespect just now became curious again, wanting to know what the nephew was saying in my ear, so he poked his head to ask the nephew, and committed disrespect again.I couldn't help being furious, slammed the table, and shouted: Give you face, don't make face, do you still have enough?Only then did the old man understand his mistake, his face turned pale with fright, he couldn't help but knelt down on my knees, and bowed his head in fear.But the more I thought about it, the angrier I became, and I simply left the table and yelled at him: Do you still have me in your eyes?If you don’t see me, you don’t have Emperor De Zongjing or Emperor Mu Zongyi!It made the whole audience silent, which can be described as a disastrous sight.

The reason why I am so angry is to put it bluntly because my vanity has been hurt.I even feel that this old man is not as good as the Japanese.Even the Japanese used coloring to me behind their backs, but he offended me in front of people! After arriving in Changchun, I read a lot of books on superstition, ghosts and gods, and I was fascinated by them.I read the Six Paths of Reincarnation in the book, saying that all living things have Buddha nature, so I was afraid that the meat I ate was changed by dead relatives, so in addition to reading the scriptures twice a day in the morning and evening, I also recited the mantra of rebirth every meal , to give the meat to be eaten.At the beginning, I read it silently in front of people during the meal. Later, I simply asked people to go out first, and let them in after I finished reading alone.So later, whenever they ate, they would automatically wait outside and come in after listening to me muttering.I remember once, when I was eating in the underground air-raid shelter of Tongde Hall, the air raid siren sounded suddenly. After I recited the mantra, I picked up an egg I wanted to eat and kowtowed to it three times before I dared to touch the Buddha. Eat it up.At this time, I was already a vegetarian, and except for eggs, I did not move any meat.I don't allow people to kill flies, only to blast them outward.I know that flies can carry germs and spread diseases to people. I will never eat the food that flies land on. If it lands on my lips, I will wipe it with alcohol cotton (I always have a small alcohol cotton cotton on me iron box), and if a fly's legs are found in the dish, the cook will be fined, but I don't allow anyone to kill a fly.Once I saw a cat catch a mouse. In order to save the mouse, I ordered the whole family to chase the cat.

The more I read Buddhist books, the more fascinated I became, and sometimes I dreamed of going to hell, the more I believed.Once, I read from a book that after many days of chanting, the Buddha will come and eat.So I set up a room and prepared things.After reciting the scriptures, he announced to everyone: The Buddha has come!I crawled into the house on my knees.Of course it was empty inside, but because I also believed my own nonsense, I kowtowed into the air tremblingly. Everyone in my family makes me crazy.Under my influence, the sound of the Buddha and the wooden fish and copper chimes are constantly ringing in the house all day long, as if living in a temple. I also often ask myself divination and fortune-telling, and the calculations are endless.Later, I became more and more afraid that the Kwantung Army would harm me, and it developed to the point that every time Yoshioka came to see me, I would make a divination.Avoiding evil and seeking good fortune has almost become the central idea that governs my every move.When walking, dressing, and eating, I also think about what is good and what is bad.As for the standard of good and bad, there is no definite rule, and it is often decided on a temporary basis based on the situation.For example, when walking, there is a brick in front of you, and you decide in your heart: Walking from the left is auspicious, and walking from the right is not auspicious.Then walk over from the left.What is the use of the left leg and the right leg to step over the threshold, and the vegetables are picked up first with white and then with green, it is really endless.Wanrong also followed me into the obsession, she made a rule for herself, she would blink or spit on anyone she thought was inauspicious.Later, it became a habit, often blinking for a while for no reason, or spitting and spitting in the mouth, as if suffering from a mental illness. Under my education control, my nephews are a group of young people in their twenties, all of whom are like ascetic hermits. Some chanted mantras all day long, as if they had seen a ghost. I also meditate every day.When meditating, no sound is allowed.At this time, all the people dared not even vent their breath.There is a big crane in my yard, it doesn't care about this, it just wants to bark when it's happy.I told the servant to be responsible, and if the crane honks, I will fine him fifty cents.After the servants were fined a lot of money, they worked out a way: as soon as the crane stretched its neck, he would hit it on the neck, so that it would stop barking. Because I am afraid of death, I am most afraid of illness.I was addicted to drugs, and I caused a lot of guilt for my family and servants, and I also caused a lot of guilt for myself.My drug addiction is not only eating, but also collecting.Traditional Chinese medicine has a pharmacy, and Western medicine has a pharmacy.Sometimes I insist on deducting a few cents from the cook because the taste of the dishes is not good, but to buy some medicines that I don’t need, I can spend thousands or tens of thousands of yuan to order from abroad.Some of my nephews manage the pharmacy and drug store for me outside of school.They and my own doctor give me patch injections for hours every day. I used to be suspicious of illnesses in the Forbidden City, but now I don’t need to be suspicious. I am really sick all over.I remember a routine tour, I went to Anton to see the new hydroelectric power station built by the Japanese.When I got there, because I was wearing a military uniform and had to put on airs in front of the devils, I was out of breath after walking a short distance. When I came back, I was about to pass out. The accompanying nephews and doctors hurried They rushed to give me cardiotonic drugs and glucose, and they rescued me. This kind of weak body, coupled with the nervous mood, made me always feel that death was imminent. One day, I went to play tennis in the courtyard, and when I walked to the courtyard wall, I suddenly saw a line of words written in chalk on the wall: Haven't you had enough of the anger of the Japanese? Seeing this line of chalk writing, I even forgot to play tennis, so I quickly asked someone to erase it.I hurried back to my bedroom, my heart pounding and I felt too weak to hold on. I'm afraid that after the Japanese discover this line of chalk writing, they will indiscriminately make a big report in my inner court, and what kind of trouble will happen.What made me even more alarmed was that there were obviously anti-Manchurian and anti-Japanese elements in my inner court.If he dared to write in public, wouldn't he dare to kill me? Because I was in the dark all day long, and my mind was in a state of confusion, I had no interest in family life.I have had four wives successively. According to the saying at the time, it is a queen, a concubine, and two nobles.If in essence, none of them is my wife, I don't have a wife at all, what I have is just a display.Although the specific encounters of each of them are different, they are all the same victims. She has been subjected to indifferent Wanrong for a long time, and her experience may be the most incomprehensible to the young people of modern New China.If her fate was not determined at birth, she was also arranged for her fate as soon as she got married.I often thought later that if she had divorced me like Wenxiu did in Tianjin, it probably wouldn't have ended like that.Of course, she is different from Wenxiu after all.In Wenxiu's thinking, there is something more valued than feudal status and ethics, which is to have a family life of an ordinary person.However, Wanrong valued her status as a queen, so she would rather be a nominal wife than lose this signboard. Ever since she pushed Wenxiu away, I have grown disgusted with her, rarely talked to her, and didn't pay much attention to her affairs, so I didn't hear about her own feelings, anguish, and wishes from her.I only know that she became addicted to drugs (opium) and had behaviors that I cannot tolerate. When she broke up with me after August 15th, she was already addicted to cigarettes and became very sick. She died of illness in Jilin the next year. In 1937, in order to express my punishment for Wanrong and to have an indispensable decoration, I chose another victim, Tan Yuling, who was introduced by a relative in Beijing and became my new nobleman.Her original surname was Tatarah, she was a junior high school student in Beijing, and she was seventeen years old when she married me.She was also a nominal wife, and I kept her in the palace like a bird until my death in 1942. The cause of her death is still a mystery to me.Her illness was diagnosed as typhoid fever according to Chinese medicine, but it was not considered terminally ill.Later, my doctor Huang Zizheng introduced Japanese doctors from the municipal hospital for treatment.At this time, Yoshioka said that he needed to take care of him, so he made an exception and moved to Qinminlou in the Imperial Palace.In this way, under the supervision of Yoshioka, Japanese doctors treated Tan Yuling, but she died suddenly on the second day of treatment. What surprised me was that when the Japanese doctor started the treatment, he was very enthusiastic. He waited by her side, gave her injections, asked the nurses to give her blood transfusions, and was busy all the time.But after Yoshioka called him into another room and had a long conversation behind closed doors, he was no longer so enthusiastic. He was no longer busy with injections and blood transfusions, and became silent and quiet.Yoshioka, who lived in the Qinmin building, kept asking the Japanese military police to call the nurses in the ward all night to inquire about his condition.After a night like this, Tan Yuling died early the next morning.I can't help but wonder, why did Yoshioka talk to the doctor for so long during the treatment?Why did the doctor's attitude change after the conversation? As soon as I heard the news of her death, Yoshioka came and said that he offered me condolences on behalf of the commander of the Kwantung Army, and immediately brought the commander of the Kwantung Army a wreath.I was even more surprised, how could they prepare so quickly? Because I was suspicious, I couldn't help but recall Tan Yuling's life.During her lifetime, she often talked to me about the Japanese.She had studied in Beijing and knew a lot about the Japanese rampant in the pass.Since the incident with King De, I sometimes suspected that King De was talking nonsense, and sometimes suspected that the Japanese had eavesdropped on our conversation.Tan Yuling's death, I can't help but think of these again. Yoshioka's actions shortly after Tan Yuling's death reminded me that even if Yoshioka did not do anything wrong, her death was still related to the Kwantung Army.As soon as Tan Yuling died, Yoshioka brought me a bunch of photos of Japanese girls and asked me to choose. I refused.I said that Tan Yuling's body was not cold, so she had no intention of talking about such things.But he said that it was precisely because he wanted to relieve my grief that he wanted to finish this important event for me as soon as possible.I have to say that this is indeed a big event, but it must be in line with my own ideals, and I can't do it hastily. Besides, the language barrier is also a problem. Fluent in the language, well, this is a Manchurian language, ha! I was afraid that he would see what I was thinking, so I hurriedly said: ethnicity is not a problem, but habits and interests must be suitable. I made up my mind never to have a Japanese wife, because it would be like putting eyes and ears on my bed.But it's hard to say clearly, so I have to push back and find all kinds of excuses to resist. I don't want this royal hanger, it's really like hanging on me, sloppy and entangled every day.I was afraid of offending him, and I couldn't keep my mouth shut.Later, maybe he understood that I must not want Japanese, maybe the Kwantung Army had other ideas, and brought some photos of Chinese female students from Lushun Japanese School.My second sister reminded me that this is well-trained by the Japanese, just like the Japanese.But I don't think it's an option to procrastinate like this, because if the Kwantung Army forces me to appoint one, I still have to approve it.I finally decided to pick a younger one with a lower level of education.In my opinion, even if the Japanese have trained her, she is still easy to deal with; and as long as I do my best, I will train her back.After deciding, I told Yoshioka. In this way, a fifteen-year-old child who was later called Fugui became my fourth victim.Less than two years after she came, that is, she was not yet an adult, the Puppet Manchukuo collapsed.During the collapse, I became a prisoner, and she was sent back to her hometown in Changchun.