The geisha who played the shamisen knelt on the ground, leaning the body of the piano on her thigh, holding the strings with her left hand, and holding the ginkgo leaf-shaped ivory pluck in her right hand, plucked the strings, and played a brisk song. Little song, it is said that most geishas in the Edo period began to receive rigorous training at the age of ten. Unlike the wandering girls who squatted behind fences and waited for people to choose to sell skins and meat, geishas not only had requirements for their appearance, but also for their flower arrangement. , tea ceremony, etiquette, dance, musical instruments, and culture must also be proficient in everything. The hard work and energy spent in it are no worse than that of a samurai who practices swordsmanship.
Of course, in contrast, they generally receive higher-end guests, especially the more famous geishas in this industry. They can even choose their own guests. For those who don't like them, no matter how much money they spend, it will be very difficult. It's hard to catch a glimpse of beauty, and the vast majority of geishas only perform tricks, so their situation is much better than that of wandering girls.
The hot red leaf pot accompanied by the beautiful Kyoto dance made the guests and hosts in the tea house enjoy themselves.
The old samurai was obviously very good at life. In addition to sake, he also specially prepared wine. The place of origin was the hometown of the French businessman. He kept urging him to drink, and Gabriel couldn't help but drink a few more glasses. When everyone is drunk and drunk.
Someone clapped their hands twice outside the house. The sound was not loud, but the music in the house immediately stopped. Then the geishas began to lower their heads and collect the leftovers. Their movements were very quick, and they finished cleaning in less than a while. He bowed deeply, lowered his head and retreated.
The warriors from the Choshu and Satsuma clans also returned to their respective positions and stood upright, especially the warriors from the Choshu clan, with a hint of excitement in their eyes.
Zhang Heng knew that the main character tonight was finally going to appear.
Gabriel also resumed his sitting posture at this time. He was obviously not used to using his heels as a stool. When he first came to Japan, he often complained about this anti-ergonomic sitting method. His legs became numb after being unable to sit for a while. , simply change to sit cross-legged. But now, out of respect, he decided to think twice.
The shoji door was pushed open from the outside, and the first person to walk in was a samurai with a Chinese character.
As soon as this person appeared, all the warriors in the room felt an invisible pressure, as if they were being targeted by a ferocious beast. The two people sitting at the front even couldn't help but shrink their necks back.
"Hanjiro Nakamura was killed!" Someone exclaimed in a low voice and asked in a lower voice, "Is he here too?"
Nakamura Hanjiro's figure is also unusually tall for Japan in this era, almost as tall as Zhang Heng, and he has broad shoulders, a pair of long arms, and his hands are covered with calluses.
It is said that Nakamura's family was quite poor when he was young. His father was seriously ill and he embezzled funds from the domain for medical treatment. However, he was soon discovered and exiled. For a time, the family could only make money by farming. However, Nakamura Hanjiro did not give up and became a samurai. His dream started when he was 15 years old, and he first started training at the Ijuin Kamoi Dojo, and then he switched to join the Zi Xianryu family. However, when he was 18 years old, he was hit again when his brother died of illness, forcing him to return home and continue farming.
However, what he had learned in the previous three years had laid a foundation and found his direction. While working as a farmer, he continued to practice hard until he became a master of swordsmanship at the age of 25 and met the most important person in his life, Xixiang. Takamori finally became the man who made the shogunate change his mind after hearing about it, Zhan Nakamura Hanjiro.
No one knew how many people's blood was stained on his hands, but just being glanced at by him made people feel chilled.
Zhang Heng's focus was different from everyone else's, but it was on the knife that fell on Nakamura's waist, which was also his target tonight.
——Count bead pills for constant times.
One of the five swords in the world, it was forged by Aoe Tsuneji. It was the sword of Nichiren Shonin, a monk in the Kamakura period. It was named after the rosary wrapped around the handle. When Zhang Heng looked at this famous sword, Nakamura Hanjiro was also looking at it. He, perhaps because he was the only unfamiliar face that did not belong to the side of the Overthrow Sect, Nakamura Hanjiro's eyes stayed on him for a moment longer.
But in the end, he moved away and bowed to the person behind him, "No problem, please come in."
Although most people in the room had already received the news secretly, when the visitor actually showed up, it still caused a sensation.
"Dongxing! Lord Dongxing! It's really you."
"You are in good health, this is really great!!!" When they saw the visitor, many warriors of the Choshu Domain burst into tears.
Although Zhang Heng had already guessed that the person coming to Youji and Gabriel to discuss business tonight would be a big shot, but when he heard the name of the visitor, he also showed a look of surprise. It turned out that the person everyone was waiting for tonight was The number one figure in the Choshu clan, Takasugi Shinsaku, who was recently reported to have died of illness in Sakurayama, was the name of Dongxing.
No wonder the overthrow faction used the master Hanjiro Nakamura as his personal bodyguard.
If anyone knew that the Lord of Choshu, who was supposed to have been buried, suddenly appeared in a tea house in Kyoto, it would probably shock the world again and trigger a series of unpredictable changes.
But on the other hand, Takasugi Shinsaku risked such a big risk to enter Kyoto and meet with French businessmen in person, and his intentions must be considerable.
"Mr. Gabriel, we meet again." Takasugi Shinsaku burst into hearty laughter before entering the room.
Although his face still looks a little weak, his eyes are very bright, and his actions seem to be the same as ordinary people. This ignited a glimmer of hope in the hearts of the warriors present. At this time of great change in the world, Takasugi The role of Jin Zuo as the backbone is too important. Whether it is his political and military abilities or his appeal within the Choshu Domain, it will be difficult for him to be replaced by others.
Therefore, when the news of his death came out before, it was an out-and-out bad news for the Changshu clan and the rebel faction.
The French businessman also laughed when he heard this and said, "You played this trick so beautifully that even an old friend like me was fooled by you."
"There is no other way. In special times, special measures must be taken." Takasugi Shinsaku said.
"Special method? It seems that you have made up your mind." Gabriel's eyes flashed with light, and he was no longer drunk.
"Yes, you have been in Japan for so long, and you must have seen clearly that the world has reached a point where it is no longer possible to remain unchanged. Instead of procrastinating and continuing to make minor repairs, it is better to completely smash it and rebuild it. A new world.”
It is worthy of being an immortal hero who wrote "When will my death come soon? I will smile until my neighbors hear the sound of cannons!" He defeated the shogunate fleet with one effort. However, Shinsaku Takasugi's expression remained the same when he said such astonishing and heroic words. usual.
Deep down in his heart, Gabriel had to admit that the short oriental man in front of him did have a powerful force. No wonder so many people in the Choshu clan and even in Japan were willing to follow him and die for him.
However, he would not forget his identity just because of this appreciation. The French businessman drank the wine in his hand and smiled slyly, "So, what do you want from me, and what can I get from you?" What do you get in the new world?”
