"There is also important and somewhat ridiculous news for you: we have found another team in Hokkaido that is fighting against the Lucians, and upon closer investigation by our men, it has been discovered that they have been appointed by the government! This is a surprising and funny result, and it can be seen that the relationship between the government and the Lucia people has changed, and the government probably does not want the Lucia to remain in Japan for a long time. After all, before the Meiji era, Japan's territory had never been occupied by a foreign country, and no matter how shameless the government's thieves were, it was difficult for them to accept such a result, so they wanted to prepare for the recovery of the country in advance, but they would not have thought that we had already taken root here. ”

"By the way, I met here the son of a leader of an indigenous tribe who was about to be exterminated by the Lucians, his name is Amante, he is a brave man, he has killed many Lucian cavalrymen, although he claims to be an Ainu, but after studying the history of his black bear unit, I believe that his ancestors should be Oroqen, who migrated to Hokkaido by sea and became one of the indigenous tribes of Hokkaido. There is an indirect evidence that confirms my thoughts: he has a bronze with a broken handle, which was left to him by his father, and is said to be a gift from the tribe, but I see that the animal face decoration on it is very similar to the bronze decoration of Middle-earth, and it must be an antiquity of Middle-earth, not a Japanese thing. So I think they must have migrated from the mainland. Now that I have become good friends with him, he will be one of the bravest warriors of our Native Alliance. ”

"Well, without further ado, I didn't say anything about my current situation in the letter, because I was afraid that once the letter was intercepted by the enemy, our whereabouts would be revealed. Attached to this letter is a map of the Ainu hunting operations and the ornamentation of the bronze stalk. Ask the teacher to see if my judgment is correct. ”

"I wish the teacher all the best and a happy family. Student Hidehiko Sato bows. ”

Lin Yiqing put down the letter, picked up the painting sent by Hidehiko Sato with the letter, and looked at it.

Most of these paintings are made of charcoal strips and depict scenes of Ainu life, fishing and hunting, and several of them depict Ainu fighting Russian Cossack cavalry with bows and arrows and swords and spears. Hidehiko Sato's painting skills are very good, although the lines of these paintings are simple and rough, but they are extremely vivid, so that Lin Yiqing's thoughts suddenly flew to that distant land.

Among these paintings, there is indeed a bronze Yue painted with a hideous animal face pattern, Lin Yiqing, who has studied bronzes, recognized it at a glance, this is an ancient cultural relic of Middle-earth, it should be a ritual weapon in ancient times, of course, it can also be used as a weapon when necessary.

Lin Yiqing judged that this bronze artifact should be buried in the ground. I don't know when it came out of the ground, it was picked up by the Oroqen residents, and it was thought to be a god-given artifact, which was handed down and reached Hokkaido, Japan, and became a sacred relic of the Ainu people. In this way, Hidehiko Sato's opinion is very reasonable.

Lin Yiqing was looking at the painting, and the servant came in to report. said that Yuan Weiting asked to see.

Lin Yiqing asked the servant to bring Yuan Weiting over, and then put away the letter and painting. Put it in a wooden box. Then he took another written letter from one book and placed it on the table.

After a while, under the guidance of the servant, Yuan Weiting came to Lin Yiqing's study.

Seeing Yuan Weiting, who was short and fat but wearing a new military uniform, Lin Yiqing's eyes flashed with a hint of satisfaction.

After more than a year of teaching, Yuan Weiting can be said to have undergone profound changes.

"Students today. I came to say goodbye to the teacher. Yuan Weiting immediately gave a military salute to Lin Yiqing and said loudly.

"Sit." Lin Yiqing nodded, pointed to a chair in front of him, and said with a smile.

He already knew where Yuan Weiting was going—this was also what he had originally discussed with Wu Changqing, after Yuan Weiting had completed his studies. He returned to the Qing Army and served as the backbone of the Qing Army to promote the military reform of the Qianguo Army.

The best way Lin Yiqing could come up with was to "lead the way from point to point" -- to find a few armed forces that have a future for change and reform them first, so as to serve as the basic strength of the Qianguo National Defense Force so that they can cope with possible wars in the future.

And according to the information obtained by Lin Yiqing's own intelligence network, a storm is about to break out in North Korea!

He is now bringing Yuan Weiting back to Qingjun, in fact, to deal with possible events in North Korea.

"All ready?" Lin Yiqing saw Yuan Weiting sitting down in front of him and asked.

"Everything is ready, this time I will return to Shandong, I will definitely make real achievements and live up to the teacher's cultivation." Yuan Weiting is coloring.

"You hold this letter, if there is something wrong with North Korea, you can open it again and look at it, as for how to act, it is all up to your own judgment." Lin Yiqing said, handing over the letter he had written before on the table to Yuan Weiting.

"It turns out that the teacher has already made a clever calculation, and it is expected that Japan will cause trouble in Korea." Yuan Weiting's face was overjoyed, and he immediately took the letter and cherished it in his arms.

Lin Yiqing and Yuan Weiting were talking, Yuan Weiting suddenly heard a "rustling" sound outside the window, accompanied by the breeze, he smelled a faint familiar aroma, and immediately knew who was outside the window, and his heart beat fast unconsciously......

Baowollou, one of the most expensive houses in Seoul.

Unlike those cheap places, here only entertain dignitaries, so there is no noisy hall, the entrance is a narrow walkway, on both sides are carved gold lacquered wooden doors, next to the wooden sign with ink pen written "Nian Nujiao", "Qin Yuan Chun", "Yongyule", "He Bridegroom" and other song brand names. It looks exactly the same carved wooden door, pushing open to each has its own world, the decoration of each room is different, some are the simplicity of the north, some are the luxury of the south, some are imitating the imperial capital of the princess's house, the utensils calligraphy and paintings are genuine, and some look like the tents of the Beidi barbarians, the ground is covered with rich fur, and the woman is weak and lying on the fur, holding the pillow, and her eyes are like silk.

Thick doors and walls completely separated the inside and outside, and there were no windows in the hallway, and all the sounds were locked in the hut for the amusement of the guests.

Naosuke Takei, dressed in a small house and carrying a tin pot full of wine, walked up the stairs and listened to his footsteps echoing in the walkway. He climbed to the top and stopped at the door at the end of the aisle. This door is thicker and more delicate than the others. Carved with thousands of blooming flowers, the wooden sign next to it is the word "Begonia Red". "Begonia Red" This room is the largest and most luxurious in the entire Baoyue Building, when the newly selected Oiran first came to the Baoyue Building, this is almost her exclusive room, Takei Naosuke every time he serves wine, he opens the door and hears the sound of the piano.

Naosuke Takei buckled the door. Pushing the door in, there was no sound of the piano, just a dead silence, but the room was full of people, all men, each with a small table in front of them, and there was only water on the table.

"Close the door, you're late." The young man in the main seat in the middle said coldly. The man looked about the same age as Naosuke Takei, dressed in a luxurious green robe. The long black hair was casually tied up on the top of his head, and a few disheveled strands of hair were not tidied up, hanging down in front of his eyes, obscuring his eyes. Naosuke Takei didn't look at his eyes at first glance, but at hand, the man who was holding the water cup was wearing a crystal ring with a pure texture, and the light was dazzling between the movements.

Naosuke Takei nodded, took off the nameplate on his chest and hung it outside the door. Then close the door. This is to tell the other servants that there is someone waiting for them in this house, and not to break in rashly.

"Sit next to me." The white-clad scribe patted the seat next to him. He was still wearing a hat in the room, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth under the hat. He seemed to be the only one in the room who noticed Naosuke Takei, and the rest of the men were either half-closed with their eyes closed, some looking at their hands, some bowing their heads and drinking water, everyone doing their own thing. Or rather, do nothing.

"Enter the Fuji family, enter the Fuji Yoshima." The young man in the main seat lifted the hair that covered his eyes, and there seemed to be a knife in his pupils.

"You don't have to introduce yourselves, I know the names of all of you. What you've done, what you can do, everything. You may not know each other yet, or you may have been friends since childhood, but don't name each other, let alone inquire about who you are now. Shinto Yoshima said coldly, "You are all the best samurai swords in the society, you only need to know a lot about killing." ”

"Yes." Only one person responded with a smile, and it was still the young scribe next to Naosuke Takei.

"Sugiyama-kun, there are some things I don't need others to answer me." Shinto Yoshima looked aimlessly ahead, and until now he hadn't looked at anyone, as if none of the people present were worth his attention.

Sugiyama Terumoto laughed again, but didn't say anything, turned to Naosuke Takei, and held up a finger to seal his lips.

"I'm young, I don't have a lot of experience, and I haven't killed many people." Shinto Yoshima continued, "But I have summoned you not because I am a high seat in the company, but because I represent the president and carry the president's warrant. You may not accept me in your hearts, but don't show it, I am young and have a bad temper. ”

No one spoke, the men still looked at different places, those who drank still drank water, those who looked at their hands still looked at their hands, and those who closed their eyes did not open their eyes.

"You used to obey different people, but from the time I entered Seoul until I left, I was the only one in Seoul who spoke, and you did it."

"Nothing like this has ever happened before." A man in the seat said coldly. He had been looking at his hands just now, and now he raised his head, but instead of looking at Shinto Yoshima, he looked directly at the man sitting opposite him with thick eyebrows, the man had been drinking water, but he had not added water, and according to him, the glass of water should have been drunk long ago.

"In the past few years, a lot of things haven't happened before." Shinto Yoshima sneered, "Koga-kun, isn't it?" ”

The man who drank the water, Koga Yutake, silently put down the cup, turned his head to look at Shinto Yoshima, and his thick eyebrows wrinkled unhappily, "Just now Shinto-kun said not to mention each other's names. ”

"I mean you, not myself." Shinto Yoshima said.

"With a warrant from the president, you can be so arrogant?" Koga Youwu shook his head, "Shinto-kun, then let's be honest, we don't mind if you are young and qualified." But no one dares to be so arrogant and do things, since the establishment of the Society, there is a set of ways to do things, each knife has a fixed contact, together it is a spider web, which silk thread is cut off if there is a problem, anyone can be sacrificed, except for the president himself, he is the only spider on our web. But now I see that the meaning of Jinfu-kun is to receive all the silk into his hands, so Jin-kun is to be our spider, and we all have to do our best to protect Jin-kun, if Jin-kun falls into the hands of the enemy, and can't stand the punishment and confesses to us, the power of the headquarters in Seoul will be destroyed. Right? ”

"Koga Yuwu, the samurai ronin in Seoul is a good hand, how many people are under you?" Shinto Yoshima did not respond. Changed the subject.

Koga Yuwu didn't understand what Shinto Yoshima meant, and was silent for a moment, "Seven." ”

"I have long heard that the vice president appreciates you very much, and actually gave you seven people, and it really values you, I don't know how many of them can rank among them?" Shinto Yoshima still looked straight ahead. "You're a person of status, don't you think I've come here to steal your limelight?"

"I have contributed to the death of the country, I have killed forty-seven people on the battlefield, countless injuries, and my life was picked up by the knife, so with today's limelight, my limelight is as hard as a knife, not something that ordinary people can snatch." As he spoke, Koga Yuwu shook off his robe and tightened his sleeves around his waist. Revealing a beast-like body, its muscles as tight as pieces of iron. He glanced at everyone like a tiger, took the glass of water in front of him and drank it all in one gulp, and said coldly, "There is no wine, why?" ”

Silence returned to the room, and the breathing was much softer, and everyone immediately looked away after glancing at Koga Yutake's chest. A few people's faces turned slightly pale.

When I saw such a wound, I wondered whether to marvel at the severity of the wound or at the doctor's methods. That kind of knife wound is impossible to heal, but the person who healed him has pulled the dead back from hell.

"I had heard about the operation, and the Dutch doctor still boasted of his skills." Shinto Yoshima actually smiled, "I didn't believe it at first. Now it seems that I have to believe it. ”

Koga Yuwu threw the cup to the ground and repeated, "No wine, why?" ”

"It's just that I don't like to drink too much," Shinto Yoshima turned to Naosuke Takei. "Takei-kun, did you bring a pot of wine when you came in? Pour a glass for this senior. ”

Takei Naosuke was stunned, he didn't know why Shinto Yoshima would call him by his name, he had heard that this famous Shinto-kun, as both the elite of the main society and the status of the nobles of the family, Shinto Yoshima's status in the Genyosha was incomparable, and he was an extremely arrogant person, so he shouldn't be interested in a simple attendant samurai like Takei Naosuke. He got up and picked up the tray, walked over to Koga Yutake's table, picked up the cup, and put it back in front of Koga Yutake, to pour him wine.

"Change to a clean cup!" Koga Youwu raised his eyebrows and scolded, "How do you use a dirty cup?" ”

On Shinto Yoshima's handsome face, the expression changed slightly. He had been lazily resting on the cushion, but now he tightened his body suddenly, slightly off the cushion, and the hand raising the glass was frozen in the air.

Koga Yuwu sneered in his heart and turned his head to look at Shinto Yoshima. The corner of his eye kept looking at Yoshima Shinto, wanting to see how deep the water was for this young man, Yutake Koga knew that he was challenging Yoshima Shinto's authority in front of so many people, what he wanted was for Yoshima Shinto to be angry, and those who were angry would have flaws.

But a white figure suddenly stood between Yutake Koga and Yoshima Shinto, blocking their view. His thin body looked more and more weak under the fierce and murderous attacks of both sides, but it was like a thin bamboo in the wind, and he swallowed all the pressure by himself. Sugiyama Terumoto stood up straight, smiled slightly, walked slowly in front of Koga Yutake, bowed deeply, and offered a white porcelain cup with both hands, "This is my cup, it has not been used yet, it is clean, I guarantee with my life." ”

Koga Yutake could only see half of Sugiyama's face under Terumoto's hat, but the smile on that half of his face was extraordinarily sincere.

Koga Youwu slightly retracted his arrogance, "The Sugiyama family does have great talents. Are you the master of the Sugiyama family, Sugiyama Terumoto? ”

"I'm just an ordinary samurai, and the real master is him," Sugiyama Terumoto pointed at Takei Naosuke, "Although I am older, my skills are much worse than him." ”

"The real samurai is not the knife that kills, it is the one who holds the sword, he is the sword, and you are the one who holds the sword." Koga Yutake took a sip of the wine that Naosuke Takei had poured and glanced at Naosuke Takei with disdain. Naosuke Takei is nineteen years old, and he still has the face of a big child, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows are even as handsome as some girls, his eyes are always looking down at the ground, and he is still wearing the clothes of a small boy in a house, and he does not have a sword. When Koga Yuwu scolded him just now, he was just stunned, as if he wanted to turn around and get the cup. Koga Yuwu doesn't look down on this kind of person, and he's just a brainless murderous puppet.

Naosuke Takei placed the flask on Yutake's table and retreated to his table with Terumoto Sugiyama. When Yutake Koga saw Yoshima Shinto again, Yoshima Shinto was lazily resting on the cushions again.

"How can someone who could die at any moment not like to drink?" Koga Yuwu no longer looked at Fuji Yoshima and poured himself wine.

"I just think that when you drink alcohol, your hands will be slower, and if you slow your hands, you may die decades earlier." Shinto Yoshima's voice also softened.

Koga Yutake laughed, laughing louder and louder, and he stopped pouring his wine, raised the flask and gulped it down, the juice pouring down the sides of his mouth. It was a pot of mellow spirits, and the smell of it permeated the room.

Koga Youwu drank half of his drink and held up the wine jug, "I salute all of you here today, if it weren't for Shinto-kun, we would have killed people and set fire in this land of three Koreas, and we might not have met at all." (To be continued......)

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