"What did my sister dream about just now? Crying so sadly? Kaori Mochizuki asked softly, caressing her sister's back.

Shiori Mochizuki's mood had calmed down at this time, and she let go of her sister and told her everything she had seen in her dream in detail. Kaori Mochizuki's eyes widened in surprise when she heard her sister tell her about the appearance of the horse breeder, Naoki Sarutobi, and Iwakura Gushi.

"That horse breeder, it is said that he is also a famous ninja, from the legend of Iga, we Koga have no detailed historical records about him, how could my sister dream of him?" Kaori Mochizuki said in surprise, "There is also Sarutobi Naoki, he is one of the leaders of the Iga ninja guard, I heard that he died in the Iga Valley bravely, and he killed nearly 100 soldiers of the thief army and Lucia, my sister has never seen him, and he actually appeared in my sister's dream, it's really strange." ”

"Maybe it's because their heroic souls are immortal, and when they know that we want to avenge them, they deliberately manifest their spirits." Shiori Mochizuki said, remembering the tragic death of her sister in her dream, and her face became gloomy again.

"You know what? Kaori, I still dream...... You give Lucia a ghost animal...... Killed ......"

"Hehe, sister, aren't I here in a good way?" Kaori Mochizuki laughed and shook her sister's hand, "Sister, don't be cranky. ”

"But on the eve of our action, we dreamed of such things...... I'm worried that it's really not a good omen......" Shiori Mochizuki said softly.

"On the contrary, this should be considered a good omen, I remember an ancient king who dreamed that he was defeated by a rival king, and was sucked by the other party's brain marrow, and almost died. But the next day he told the dream to the minister. But the minister said that it was a sign of great victory. Sure enough, he defeated and killed the enemy. I think our actions tomorrow will be successful. Kaori Mochizuki cheered up her sister.

Listening to her sister's words, Shiori Mochizuki realized her gaffe, she took a deep breath, and returned to her former calmness, confidence and calmness.

"Tomorrow is the day to avenge everyone......" She looked out the window at the bright moon, her eyes full of determination.

The next day, early in the morning.

Iwakura Gushi sat in the main hall. Draped in a black Russian fur coat, the sun illuminated his face. The face was covered with folds, and the candlelight danced between the wrinkles, like the hand of time playing a long, endless ballad.

When the army Osayan Kurashi led the horse into the courtyard, the hall door was already closed. He saw two young samurai with guns in their hands, swords in their waists guarding the door, the faces of the two samurai were angular, and the posture and holding of the guns were the same as those of the Russian soldiers, and his heart couldn't help jumping. When he looked at these two samurai, it was as if he had seen himself many years ago.

Iwakura is the eldest son of Iwakura Gushi. Kayoung was born in the fourth year and participated in the Boshin War. He was the governor of the Higashiyama Province Pioneer Army, and he went to Europe to study in the third year of the Meiji era, and after the outbreak of the Southwest War, he was originally prepared to return to Japan, but his father Iwakura Gushi asked him to stay in Europe and return to Japan after completing his studies. Iwakura Guding obeyed his father's orders at first, but when the flames of the Southwest War intensified, he finally ignored his father's orders and returned to China to join the army, but was stopped by his father again, and his father asked him to assist Ito Hirobumi with his errands, Iwakura Guding could only agree, but he still longed to go to the battlefield, and finally with the help of Ito Hirobumi, his wish was fulfilled - as a captain in the army as a staff officer in the Oyama Iwa Army, and at this time the Southwest War was about to end.

After the end of the Southwest War, Iwakura was promoted to Osa, and because he had studied in Europe and was familiar with many Chinese, he was left in Kagoshima after the war to assist Yamaguchi Aritomo in taking over the port of Nagasaki, which was "jointly administered by the nations" during the Southwest War.

He did not inform his father when he went home to visit his family, because he knew that his father would not allow him to return to Tokyo at this time.

"Didn't you tell you not to come back?" Iwakura looked at his son, who was wearing a black military uniform and wearing a saber at his waist, and a hint of relief flashed in his eyes.

"This time I went back to Tokyo because of official business, and I came home to visit my father and mother." Iwakura is approaching 30 years old this year, but when he sees his father, he is still as nervous as a child.

"Come over for a cup of tea." Iwakura Gumei sighed and beckoned to him.

Iwakura settled on his horse, handed it over to the servant, walked slowly to the table, faced his father, and sat down cross-legged.

"Is the family all right?" Iwakura asked softly as he pushed a steaming cup of tea in front of his son.

"It's still the same." Iwakura Guding nodded slightly, "Gu Zhang is just two years old this year, and he is very healthy. ”

"Didn't you tell not to come back? Why don't you listen? Iwakura asked, with a sigh.

"I was worried about my father's safety, worried day and night, and couldn't work normally." Iwakura Guji noticed the knife mark on the corner of his father's mouth, and felt sad, "I can only have peace of mind when I see that my father is safe and sound, so I must come back to take a look." ”

"Now that you've seen it, you're relieved, so let's go back quickly!" Iwakura raised his head and looked at his son fixedly, "You are busy with official business, so I won't keep you." ”

"But, I want to see my mother......" Iwakura said as he suddenly saw a flash of anger in his father's eyes, and he couldn't help but bow his head again.

"Your mother is fine, don't worry about it!" Iwakura looked at it and said in a deep voice, "Your mind should be on military affairs, not on your parents!" You get out of here now! ”

Of course, Iwakura Gutashi understood why his father was in such a hurry to drive him away, and he stared at his father blankly, tears began to roll in his eyes.

"Father, I brought some ...... Fellow, they are as worried about your safety as I am, and this time come with me, and ask my father to accept their kindness! Iwakura bowed deeply to his father and pleaded in a choked voice.

"You tell everyone for me, I understand their kindness, I already have someone to protect here, I think you saw it just now." Iwakura understood his son's intentions, sighed, and said, "You better leave with everyone quickly!" ”

"Father's ......"

"Let's go! Right away! ”

I saw my father's voice. Iwakura must know that it is useless to talk too much. I had to get up. Tearfully bowed to his father again, then turned and exited the main hall, got on his horse and left.

Listening to the footsteps of his son and his subordinates fading away, Iwakura Gushi let out a long breath and raised his teacup to take a sip.

"Iwakura Gong, it's best to stay in the secret room for now." A man dressed as a samurai came up to Iwakura Gushi and bowed down and said.

"Okay, I'll go over now. There was Rayamagata Nakasa. Iwakura nodded, put down his teacup, and stood up.

Yamagata Eihi Nakasa was a samurai of Tokaido, strong in martial arts, trained under Murata Nobuyoshi, and repeatedly performed in the Southwest War, but because the troops were scattered during the attack on Kagoshima, he was punished, and after the war, he was only promoted to Nakasa, because of the recommendation of Aritomo Yamaguchi and the grace of the emperor. He came to Iwakura Gushi Fuchu to serve as the chief of the guard.

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