But the note was so torn that there were many crumbs mixed into the falling petals, and Sanae fought for a while, but couldn't see anything, so she sighed and gave up.

Iwasaki returned to her bedroom and sat silently on the edge of the bed.

At this time, she did not cry sadly like an ordinary woman, but calmed down.

Since her father thinks that her life will bring shame on the Iwasaki family, what is the point of her living?

And now that he has been stigmatized as a "person who is an enemy", it is better to die to prove his innocence!

Iwasaki Yuka reached out and touched the quilt to remove the sword she had placed inside.

Iwasaki Yuka stared at the sword in his hand, this is a sword made of a whole ivory handle and sheath, although the appearance is plain and lineless, but the polish is extremely smooth and delicate, the touch is like a baby's skin, at a glance you know that it is a masterpiece from the hands of a famous craftsman.

This ivory sword was a gift from her father on her 16th birthday. This is one of the important traditional gifts that I received as a Japanese girl in my life.

In Japan, women are admired as "freed from women's own weakness and shown heroic bravery in the face of strong, courageous men." Because of this, girls in Japanese samurai society were trained to control their feelings, exercise their spirits, and manipulate weapons, especially long-handled knives, in order to protect their bodies in the event of an accident. However, the main motivation for cultivating these martial arts is not for the battlefield, but for the sake of individuals and families. Women without husbands have the ability to protect their bodies, and married women have the same loyalty that their husbands have to protect their clean bodies. These martial arts are family-friendly. It will be useful for his son's education in the future.

Swordsmanship and related training taught to Japanese women. It's not just the purpose of the battlefield. Sometimes, when needed, it has another purpose. When Japanese girls grow up, they are given a short knife called a "waiken", which can be stabbed either into the chest of the attacker or into their own chest (in fact, the latter is the majority in practice) if needed.

Japanese women often hide their weapons in their arms. It's a shame for a woman to be ashamed of not knowing how to show that she'd rather die than give in (which can also explain why Yataro Iwasaki would have such a "why not die" accusation against his daughter). She must know which part of her body is effective when she commits suicide. Moreover, in the face of the pain of death, people must not see the ugliness of their body when they die, and the appearance in the eyes of others must be upright and peaceful. To do this, Japanese girls must master how to trap their knees firmly with straps.

In everyday life, traditional Japanese society requires women to acquire a craft and behave in a refined and dignified manner. For Japanese women, music, singing, dancing, and reading must not be perfunctory. Some of the best poems in Japanese literature are expressions of female feelings. In the history of "pure literature" in Japan, women have played an invaluable role. Girls learn to dance. It is for the flexibility of behavior; Learn to chant poetry, play music and sing. In order to make the sullen heart of the father or husband cheerful. So, those skills don't have to be learned professionally or skillfully. The ultimate goal is to purify the mind. Like a woman who plays, if her mind is not calm, the timbre will not be harmonious, and it is enough for music and dance music to add grace and cheerfulness to everyday life, they are not for luxury and vanity. Managing the family is the philosophy of women's education. In ancient Japan, women learned their arts, whether they were martial arts or clerical skills, for the purpose of managing their families. No matter how far away from home is, girls always feel in their minds that they are still by the fire in their own home, and for them, even if they are broken or give up their lives, they must maintain the reputation of their own family - daughters for their fathers, wives for their husbands, mothers for their sons.

The battlefield and the family are the benchmarks against which the value of Japanese women is measured. On the battlefield, women are not valued and therefore socially and politically unimportant. When the need arises, they must look at the bigger picture and sacrifice themselves. Japanese women are always taught to sacrifice themselves. It is common in Japan to receive such an education of self-denial from a young age. The life of a Japanese woman is a life of dedication.

Iwasaki Yuka slowly pulled the ivory sword out of its sheath, and she couldn't help but feel sorry for herself as she watched the mirror-like blade reflect her flower-like appearance.

She has always been very confident in her beauty, and she has been like thousands of girls like her, in her boudoir, looking forward to the future.

In every girl's heart, there is a dream of Prince Charming.

Yuka Iwasaki remembered that dream of her again.

I'm going to die now, why hasn't the person who defeated death for himself yet appeared?

Dreams are just dreams after all......

Iwasaki Yuka showed a sad smile when she saw herself in the mirror light of the blade, her heart was sour, and she no longer looked at herself on the blade, but slowly turned the blade around and rushed to her chest.

Just as she gripped the hilt of her knife and stabbed the blade into her chest with all her might, a pleasant piano sound suddenly rang out.

That's the sound of your own piano!

Who's playing their own piano?

Iwasaki Yuka's hand holding the sword stopped, and she wanted to end her life, but at this time, she was completely attracted by the sound of the piano.

When the player struck the first clean note on the key, the melodious notes were like ripples that swayed into her heart in an instant.

With a series of light and jumping notes, the extremely magnetic sound passed through the walls and spread throughout the room, sweeping away all the noise around it for a while. All that was left was the melodious sound of music.

As if under a spell in an instant, Iwasaki Yuka was completely reduced to a stone statue with only hearing left, dancing with the wind in the ethereal and beautiful spiritual world with the song.

The performer raised the pitch, and at this moment, the music seemed to transcend time and space, breaking free from all the constraints of the human world. Like the Sanskrit sound of the Buddha, it goes straight to the heavens. Yuka Iwasaki is in a dream. It felt as if I had heard the joyful ode that Heaven had sung. Smell the wonderful flowers planted in the Heavenly Garden. And the strong and arrogant emotions in the song drilled into her body from the pores, making her body tremble abnormally.

The sound of the piano sounded from fast to slow, then stopped slightly, intermittently sounded three times, and then stopped. It seems that the noisy crowd of the night is gradually dispersing. The lights went out one by one. The sound of the piano sounded again, and it was gentle and beautiful, like the slow breathing of the sleeping people.

The tone is slightly higher, as if a night breeze is blowing on the flat ground.

The music floats. It is the night wind that blows the willows. The delicate dance of willow branches. It is the night breeze blowing towards the rice fields, and the undulating waves of the rice paddies.

The music lingers. It is the night breeze that passes through the bamboo forest, and the bamboo leaves are light and whispering. It is the shy ripples of the night wind blowing towards the lake.

The music is high-pitched, and it is the cheerful flight of a lark.

The music is low, the misty moaning of cicadas.

The sound of the piano began to be melodious, it was the moon slowly walking in the sky, the wind seemed to stop, and the night breeze quietly stared at the beautiful bright moon.

The moon was hazy, like a layer of silver veil. The moon is peaceful. The soft gaze is elegant and plain. Yue'er is pure, and her dazzling figure is flawless. Yue'er is even more lonely. All she accompanies is a few stars.

The music became rapid in vain, like the irrepressible heartbeat of the night wind, thumping.

For a moment, the music was high, and it was the night wind that swirled upwards towards the bright moon. There was a hint of sluggishness in the smooth music, but it was the mountain peak that blocked the way.

The music rises above the mountain. Then the music gave birth to a trace of bonding, which was the sentimental cloud. The night wind became impatient, resolutely broke free from Yun'er's embrace, and still ran towards the bright moon.

The pitch rises and rises again until there is a pause of one second after the highest note. Suddenly, in an instant. It was the wind's life that passed and he was exhausted. Fall to the earth. The wind disappeared, the world calmed down, and Yue'er slowly retreated.

The music weeps. It was the mist in the sky, the tears shed by the grass.

The blackness of the moonlight, glowing with loneliness, elegant, quiet, hopeless, exuding an icy aura, as if if you would be frostbitten by it if you got closer.

Its voice came from the wind, silent and indifferent, telling of picturesque dreams and the past that had passed. It's lonely and noisy, and the performer seems to know about Iwasaki's past and wants to tell her that those dreams and efforts will definitely come true here.

The tone of the piano gradually turns soft, soft as the winter sun, bright and bright, warm and calm. It is as cold as a jade bead sprinkled on the ice surface, with clear grains and bones.

The sound of the piano suddenly turned fierce, like the roaring deep sea, which shook people's hearts and shook people's hearts. Deep as the night, as silent as sound, as if there is endless power spreading into the sky!

Iwasaki Yuka rushed out of the bedroom in a frenzy, ran up the stairs, and ran straight to the study where the piano was on the second floor, forgetting that he still held the sword and ivory sheath in his hand.

When she reached the cloister on the second floor, she couldn't help but slow down.

She closed her eyes gently, and the notes like flowing water instantly converged into a beautiful sonata. The upbeat rhythm of the sonata immersed her in the music.

It was a long time before she allowed herself to break free from the music, and she walked slowly to the door, gently pushed the door, and walked in.

She saw a young man in military uniform sitting in front of her old piano, playing passionately.

She saw his fingers press the music, and he touched a beautiful story with his jumping fingers. The sound of the piano gradually reached its climax, and the originally cheerful, soft and lyrical melody suddenly became extremely exciting with the smooth accompaniment of his left hand. And he played calmly, slowly closing his eyes and listening to his own music.

The sound of the piano gradually rises and falls, melodious, with a unique rhyme, which makes people reverberate, like a soft whisper, as if telling all the best times of a person, the most brilliant wind and frost, and the first appearance, so that everything flows slowly. It is also like whispering, as if after a thousand sails, looking at the years to clarify the traces of the heart, is to precipitate all the magnificent waves when you are separated by the sea.

Iwasaki Yuka can feel that under the sound of the piano, buried is a resolute, calm and extremely flexible heart.

At the end of the song, when the aftermath lingered, Iwasaki Youjia woke up like a dream.

Only then did she see that it was none other than Lin Yiqing who was sitting in front of the piano and playing.

"Iwasaki-sama in front of Miss Iwasaki." Lin Yiqing also saw Iwasaki Yujia and said with a smile, but when he noticed the ivory sword in her hand. The smile on his face couldn't help but froze.

"You played so well...... What kind of tune is this? Why haven't I ever heard of it? Iwasaki Yuka turned a blind eye to the change in the expression on Lin Yiqing's face. She just walked forward with a gentle step. He asked as he walked.

Hearing her question, Lin Yiqing was slightly stunned, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

He just patronized and wanted to show his piano skills in front of the lonely and arrogant princess of the Iwasaki family (he won an award for this back then, and Xiaotong's heart was conquered by him like this), but he forgot that he was playing music that did not exist in this era!

"What kind of tune is this? What is your name? Can you tell me? Iwasaki Youjia stared at Lin Yiqing and asked.

"Oh...... This is a song I wrote myself, and the name is "Star Destiny" ......" when I said this sentence. Lin Yiqing's rare face turned red.

"Star Destiny...... It's so beautiful...... The Sweet ...... of Encounters The bitterness of loneliness is a good memory. Colorful, transparent, intoxicating poetic ...... You play so well! Yuka Iwasaki said like a dream, with a sweet and relieved smile, "It takes me back to my original home, where there is the morning dew of life, I want to rest sweetly in the arms of the sound of the piano, and it tells me infinite love." It brings back all the fond memories of the places I once loved......"

"Miss Iwasaki has won the prize." Lin Yiqing replied, but his body slowly stood up, his gaze. Stared closely at the sword in Iwasaki's hand.

Familiar with traditional Japanese culture, he certainly understands what the beautifully crafted short knife she holds in her hand is for.

"Miss! What are you doing? Sanae, the maid who hurried over, saw the short knife shining with cold light in Iwasaki Yuka's hand. A hiss screamed.

"Miss! Don't do anything stupid! Kazuo Hiranuma, the housekeeper who rushed to hear the news, saw Iwasaki Yuka's appearance, and he stumbled and almost fell.

"It's so beautiful...... "Star Destiny"...... That's its name, I remember it...... It's great to hear such a beautiful tune before saying goodbye to this world......" Iwasaki Yuka turned a deaf ear to Sanae and Hiranuma Kazuo's call, and just looked at Lin Yiqing blankly, "I hope that in that world, I can also hear it......"

She whispered, throwing away the ivory scabbard she was holding in her left hand, grasping the hilt with both hands, and raising the knife aloft.

Lin Yiqing jumped up and pounced in front of her, but she just smiled bitterly at him, and stabbed the short knife into the lower abdomen with both hands.

"Fuck me!"

Lin Yiqing's lightning hands came out together, one hand grabbed her right wrist, and the other hand held the sharp blade.

Rao was as fast as lightning as he struck, but he still couldn't stop the blade from piercing her body.

Iwasaki Yuga felt the cold metal pierce into her abdomen, and she tried to stab the knife into her abdomen, but no matter how hard she tried, the knife seemed to freeze, and she could not move forward except for a small section of the tip of the knife.

Iwasaki Yuka subconsciously looked down, and he saw a pale and slender hand tightly clenched on the blade, bleeding uncontrollably.

The blood in his hand trickled down the blade of the knife and onto hers, and she could feel his blood hot, completely different from the cold blood that flowed from her own body.

"Let go of Lao Tzu!" Lin Yiqing let out a low snort, and with the force in her hand, she instantly snatched the short knife in her hand.

As soon as the tip of the knife left Iwasaki's abdomen, blood gushed out.

Lin Yiqing threw away the sword, he didn't care about the pain in his hand, he took a step forward and helped Youjia Iwasaki, who was slowly falling soft.

Because of the blood loss, Iwasaki's eyes became blurry, and she only saw the figure swaying back and forth in front of her, and the anxious shouts of people.

"Father, are you satisfied this time? ......" Yuka Iwasaki said softly, closing her eyes.

……

"Someone!"

"Help!"

"Shout what! Shut up! Lin Yiqing let out a loud shout and suppressed the voices of Sanae and the maids.

At this time, all the eyes were focused on Lin Yiqing, who was holding Iwasaki Yujia.

"My lord, this is ......" The two warriors who came to serve as Lin Yiqing's guards were also taken aback when they saw Lin Yiqing holding a young woman with blood flowing from her abdomen.

"You two go get Dr. Thomas right now! He said I invited him! Lin Yiqing said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" The two samurai replied in unison, turned and walked away quickly.

Lin Yiqing ran out of the study quickly with the unconscious Iwasaki Yujia in his arms, came to a bedroom, kicked the door open and rushed in, and put Iwasaki Yujia on the bed.

"You guys come here and help!" Lin Yiqing pointed to Sanae and several other maids, and said sharply.

Several maids came over tremblingly, Lin Yiqing took out his handkerchief, and after tearing it a few times, he felt that it was not enough, so he tore off the sleeves of Iwasaki Yujia's shirt and tied it into a tourniquet, and quickly tied up the bleeding wound in Iwasaki Yujia's abdomen.

"You, hold your fingers down here." Lin Yiqing pointed to a spot near the wound and said to Sanae.

Sanae stretched out a finger in fear and tapped it lightly, Lin Yiqing looked at her and yelled with some annoyance: "Won't two fingers be?" Use some force! ”

Sanae cried out in fright, but obeyed his orders and pressed two fingers on an artery near the heart. (To be continued......)

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