It was the evening of April 6, the Thirteenth Year of Astronomy (1544), an ordinary day at Imagawa Hall. After two months of hard work, the Imagawa family's iron cannon training has begun to bear fruit. However, during frequent use, many iron cannons were scrapped, so Imagawa Yoshimoto wanted to spend money to buy them from Sakai Town - but was told that they were out of stock. The output of iron cannons is still quite low now. The big order Imagawa Yoshimoto made before was saved by Sakai Town for a long time, so we can only wait for the next time.
As a result, due to the reduction in the number of iron cannons, the bannermen had to take turns using iron cannons for training - which further accelerated the loss of iron cannons - today, there are only 240 iron cannons left.
"I said, Weicheng, you actually don't need to train." Imagawa Yoshimoto sat by the window next to the dojo, watching Kira Wecheng clumsily loading the iron cannon with a look of resentment on his face. In the past two months, he alone had damaged 7 iron cannons due to improper filling, improper ignition, improper clearing and many other reasons (basically making all the mistakes he could). An iron cannon costs 50 guns. Although Imagawa Yoshimoto has always been lavish and careless about money, the flags are different. They feel that they cannot let Kira Wesei suffer so much, and they have complained to Imagawa Yoshimoto many times.
"It's okay, Your Highness." Kira Weicheng didn't care. He muttered and continued to play with the iron cannon in his hand. "I'm very smart. It won't take long to learn."
The probability of Tian Shen learning is higher than yours - Imagawa Yoshimoto glanced at Kentaro Tian Shen who was standing on the side, and said quietly in his heart - although Kentaro Tian Shen only has one arm, he looks like Kira Wei Cheng only has half a brain.
"Money doesn't matter. Don't just blow up your own body and give away your own people..." Imagawa Yoshimoto muttered to the side, and at the same time, a muffled sound came from Kira Weisei's iron cannon.
"Throw down the iron cannon!" Sano Shinbei, who heard the movement not far away, shouted quickly. After hearing this, Kira Weicheng hurriedly threw the iron cannon to the corner of the dojo, and the next second the smoking iron cannon exploded with a "boom". The smoke was billowing, and soon the Hatakes in the dojo couldn't breathe. Everyone had to move outside to train - Imagawa Yoshimoto had been sitting by the window just now, just wanting to breathe fresh air.
"This is the 8th round, right?" Even without Imagawa Yoshimoto saying anything, Sano Shinbei himself couldn't bear to see Kira Usei's waste. Even though he knew that the other party was a personal follower of Imagawa Yoshimoto, he couldn't help but say: " Kira-sama, you can't waste it like this... If you really can't learn it, we can use the iron cannon instead."
"Stop farting there." Kira Hesei glared at Sano Shinbei fiercely, cursed, and then took an iron cannon from another Hatamoto to continue practicing.
"Stop." Imagawa Yoshimoto stepped forward and stopped in front of Kira Wecheng. He stretched out his hand to stop his iron cannon, and said seriously: "Weicheng, what's the point of holding on to this iron cannon? A samurai must be worthy. Heavy armor, a famous sword, and someone who charges into battle. Your martial arts skills are the best among the best. You have honed your skills by traveling around the world for many years. Are you now planning to abandon these and fly a kite with a fire stick from the Southern Barbarians?"
"Huh?" Akai Kurotaka on the side laughed after hearing Imagawa Yoshimoto's words, "Your Highness, you know how to talk about this now?"
"I just don't believe it." Kira Weicheng spat hard on the ground, "Can it be so difficult to burn a fire stick?"
"This is not a question of whether it is difficult or not. When have you been useless by yourself like this? Aren't you going to injure yourself?" Imagawa Yoshimoto held the iron cannon harder and pressed it down. If you do it again, it will be a matter of time before you get injured."
Just as Imagawa Yoshimoto, Kira Usei and Akai Kurotaka were arguing, Hayasaka Nao suddenly rode up and dismounted next to Imagawa Yoshimoto in a panic. Imagawa Yoshimoto saw something strange in his expression, so he came to the side with him knowingly and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
"Your Highness, the young master is suddenly ill and has become very serious suddenly. He has a splitting headache. Master Xuesai and Odai-don ask you to return to Imagawa Hall as soon as possible!"
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By the time Imagawa Yoshimoto rushed back to the Imagawakan castle tower, it was already dark. Most of the castle towns and residential areas within the castle have turned off their lights for rest, but the castle tower of Imagawakan is brightly lit, and horse-drawn carriages carrying medical officers are speeding over one after another. Some alert people seem to
He seemed to be aware of the uneasy atmosphere and was carefully looking in the direction of the castle tower from the window.
Imagawa Yoshimoto didn't get off his horse until he rushed to the gate of the castle tower. He handed the horse to Hayasaka Nao and hurriedly ran in. He suddenly bumped into Kinoshita Tokichiro, Kooi and Asahina Matsuchiyo who were also running over. , the various medicinal materials and prescription lists held in the arms of the three people fell all over the floor.
Imagawa Yoshimoto glanced at the strange medicinal materials and various prescriptions, and realized that something was wrong - these were obviously various folk remedies collected temporarily after conventional methods failed to cure the disease. He glanced in the direction of the kitchen. There were more than a dozen porcelain pots cooking medicine in a haphazard manner. Steam was constantly rising out, and the smell of herbal medicine assaulted his nostrils.
"Brother Goro is on the top floor!" Matsuchiyo Asahina climbed up and picked up the medicinal materials and pointed to Imagawa Yoshimoto, "Go to the main hall quickly! Brother Goro is very sick!"
Imagawa Yoshimoto didn't dare to stop for a moment, and ran all the way to Imagawa Goro's bedroom without even taking off his shoes. I saw a lot of medical officers outside the bedroom, most of them famous doctors from around Imagawa Hall, chattering and discussing something. Seeing Imagawa Yoshimoto coming, they quickly moved out of the way.
Imagawa Yoshimoto opened the door, and the situation inside the house was even more shocking. His usually lively and naughty son was now pale, sweating all over his body, and so weak that he seemed to have difficulty breathing. Ginkgo hugged her son tightly and kept stroking his hair gently. Her eyes were terribly red and swollen, and she didn't know what she was mumbling.
Shouguini sat quietly aside, closing her eyes and concentrating. There was still no expression on her face, but the rosary beads she was playing with quickly betrayed her inner panic. Taiyuan Xuezhai, who had always been calm and composed, was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He was pacing around the room and giving instructions to the medical officer outside the room.
"What's wrong?" Imagawa Yoshimoto knelt down next to Imakawa Goro and Ginkgo, and looked at his son's face - he tried hard to open his eyes and looked at his father, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to speak, but couldn't. Imagawa Yoshimoto held Imagawa Goro's hand, and the cold touch made him instantly confused.
"I just felt a little uncomfortable at first this morning. I was supposed to go play Cuju, but I didn't go later." Ginkgo murmured, her eyes a little dazed, "It started to hurt in the afternoon. I thought it was just an ordinary headache and brain fever, which made me feel fried. After taking the medicine, I let him sleep first. I was going to call Wu Lang for dinner at night, but when I entered the room, I found him sweating profusely and extremely sick."
"Did you eat something bad? Or did you catch the cold?" Imagawa Yoshimoto asked softly.
"No, the food is all cooked by ourselves in the castle tower, and it's clean... The weather hasn't been cold these days, and I took a nice hot bath after playing Cuju. I was fine before going to bed last night..." Ginkgo babbled. I recalled the situation of Imakawa Goro in the past few days, but I didn't find anything wrong.
"They are all quacks. They can't cure anything." Taiyuan Xuezhai seemed to be a little angry and rarely got angry. However, he still restrained himself and did not directly scold the medical officer. Instead, he cursed several times in a low voice at the wall. Sentence, "If I had known that I should have learned some medical skills when I was young, I wouldn't have had to worry about seeing Goro suffer at this time!"
"Is Dr. Tsushima here?" Shouguini opened her eyes and looked at the maid A Chang outside the room.
"Yutai Palace, the people who came back said they couldn't find the doctor. He was neither at home nor in the shop." Ah Chang looked embarrassed and answered with some difficulty.
"Don't let the children get close." Ginkgo raised his head and saw his second daughter Osomatsu and second son Nagachiyo hiding in the distance and watching quietly. He told Mochizuki Takaki: "I don't know what the disease is yet, I can't be sure. It’s contagious, so keep children away.”
"It's so troublesome. Why is Dr. Tsushima not here at this time? He's pointing his fingers at him to save lives. He's the one with the best medical skills in Suruga." Taiyuan Xuezai was so angry that he stamped his feet again and again, and then continued to spin around. At the same time, he said to the medical officers outside the door. He shouted, "Hurry up and think of something! I've finished taking my pulse, and I've shown you the symptoms. Why isn't it getting better at all? What are your medicines for?"
"If you can be cured, you will naturally be rewarded with a lot of money. You must do your best." Shou Guini sighed, and then whispered. The medical officers were so frightened by the two old men who showed kindness and power that they kowtowed and then went their separate ways.
Gone is the decoction.
"Goro..." Imagawa Yoshimoto held his son's hand tightly and gently touched his forehead with his hand. It was terribly hot there. Wulang seemed to feel uncomfortable and whimpered again. Seeing her son suffering like this, Ginkgo couldn't help but want to shed tears, but she was afraid that her depression would affect her child, so she covered her mouth and tried not to cry, but her tears fell in big drops and fell on Imagawa. On Goro's forehead.
Imagawa Yoshimoto also didn't know what to do. He felt Goro Imagawa's pulse and found that it was so chaotic and rapid that he was even more panicked. Time has become torturous, and every moment is an incomparable torture. The only sounds left in the castle tower were the footsteps of the medical officers and the sound of water boiling from the ground floor, and the smell of medicinal herbs gradually became stronger.
Bowls of soup and medicine were brought to him, and Goro Imagawa drank them obediently, but his condition did not improve at all. All hopes seemed to be pinned on that "Doctor Tsushima". But Imagawa Yoshimoto knew in his heart that no matter how good a doctor's medical skills are, how much better than other doctors can he be? So many people are helpless about this sudden illness... Poor Goro, what a good child, how could this happen to him?
