Zhonghai, the old man watched the whole farce, sat on the single sofa and fell into thought. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After a moment, he called out the door, "Xiao Wei." ”

"Here, what instructions does the chief have?" the straight figure of Wei Ping, Zhonghai's bodyguard, appeared at the door.

"Pick me up Minister Wan. The old man whispered.

"Yes!"

Suddenly, the encrypted phone from Zhonghai called Wan Changhe's office landline.

"Do you know what just happened in Tokyo?" the old man asked, not hearing any emotion.

Wan Changhe hurriedly frowned and replied, "I just knew, what instructions do you have?"

"Send someone. The old man said categorically: "Immediately help and formulate a detailed and thorough plan! ”

Wan Changhe's eyes lit up, and he replied loudly: "Yes! ”

The farce ended hastily in the rain, and Kenichiro Ono locked himself in the prime minister's official residence, pouring sake glass after glass......

It wasn't until the wine bottles in front of him were all empty that he was half-drunk and overturned all the wine bottles along with the table!

The tinkling bottle rolled to the ground, and Ono staggered to his feet, threw himself on the door, and screamed, "Yaga! Damn the Shina, I'm going to kill you!"

......Seeing this, Miyachi Yeyang, who had been standing next to him and serving, hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and admonished: "Why should the Prime Minister be angry, it is better to leave it to me to deal with the cunning Shina people." ”

"You?" Kenichiro Ono narrowed his eyes, grabbed him by the neckline, and asked with a snort of wine, "What are you going to do?"

"Start with his woman! Gong Qiye Yang's eyes showed a bit of ruthlessness, and he said word by word: "This is also to severely punish the traitors of the Great Japanese Empire." ”

"Yo Xi!" After hesitating for a moment, Kenichiro Ono let go of his hand and nodded heavily: "Don't leave a trace!"

"Hey!" Miyachino Yang's face suddenly became very fanatical.

When he was about to say goodbye, Ono suddenly said, "Inform reporters from all walks of life that I want to visit the shrine tonight!"

"Hey!"

Visiting the shrine at this time will undoubtedly save a little bit of his reputation, at least in Ono's opinion, the right-wing parties and people in the country will praise his style, and as for the condemnation and anger abroad, he is too lazy to care.

Successive Japanese prime ministers, every time they encounter a crisis of confidence, they will choose to visit the shrine to add points to themselves, which seems to have become a blatant law, as if worshipping ghosts, they can easily solve the problems they encounter.

In order to preserve the dignity of the royal family, Kenichiro Ono was instructed by Tokuyasu's eyes today to take the initiative to lose face in front of the whole world, and some members of the Diet have expressed their dissatisfaction in various ways, and the call for him to step down has gradually increased. At this moment, he can only make a decision in advance and win back a little support with his visit.

It's an all-or-nothing gamble.

In the secret room of the Imperial Palace in Tokyo, Emperor Akihito and Tokuyasu sit opposite each other at a small table.

After changing out of the imperial robe, Akihito looked even older at this time, and his expression was gloomy, and he said out loud for a long time: "Dekang." ”

"Huh? "Tomorrow is the time of Dekang's enthronement ceremony, and today there is this mess, and his mind is chaotic and bad.

"Are you ready to rule the people as emperor?" the emperor's tone was surprisingly gentle, a far cry from his usual majesty.

"Probably, probably not yet. "In Japanese families, sons often behave like this in front of their fathers, and Dekang, who has received a strict education since childhood, is no exception.

"Well, let's work hard!" Akihito gave a rare smile, "There's one more thing ......"

"It's about Rimo, right?" Dekang looked up, staring at his father's face.

"Yes. Emperor Akihito was slightly surprised, then sighed, stood up and said, "She is a princess of Japan, your sister, Tokukang, you should know how to do it." ”

A hint of yin that was imperceptible to others flashed in Dekang's eyes, and he nodded to hide his emotions: "I know!"

"That's good, take her back, Dekang, the future of Japan will be handed over to you!" Akihito smiled: "I'm going to rest, you go back!"

"Hi. The crown prince bowed and exited the secret room, and his gloomy face accompanied him as he left the emperor's bedchamber.

Japan's future must be firmly in its own hands, and there must be no room for any missteps! Today's situation must not happen a second time.

Leaving the Emperor's Bedchamber, he once again contacted Prime Minister Kenichiro Ono......

In order to rescue Ye Fan, Tachibana Risa used a lot of resources, sought the help of Japan's most powerful and influential lawyers, and visited several parliamentarians in a row, asking them to put pressure on the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department......

From day to night, she was busy and non-stop.

Concubine Hojo was not idle, after getting the news, she immediately began to plan a rescue plan, and even, she had already considered asking Qingsha Yumi to lead people to the police station to rob the prison, regardless of any consequences, but also to get Ye Fan out.

It was a turbulent day, accompanied by a gentle drizzle.

In front of an untouched bamboo hut at the foot of Mt. Fuji, an extra-long car slowly came to a halt rolling in the mud.

"Quick, hold the umbrella, hold the umbrella ......" Yanagi Okura beckoned to the disciples, propped up the pitch-black umbrella, and covered it on a stretcher.

Yagyu Eleven had only one breath left, but he struggled to raise his hand and signal people to ignore these details, his eyes staring at the bamboo house bathed in moisture.

Two strong men hummed and carried a stretcher, stepped on the mud, and broke into this paradise.

Cherry blossom trees, hot spring pools, and the environment in the courtyard are very quiet and peaceful, and the smoke rises in the rainy night, like a fairyland.

What kind of worldly masters live in this?

"Let me go...... Come down!" said Yagyu Eleven with difficulty.

He couldn't stand anymore, how could he put down the stretcher?

"Okura!" Yagyu Eleven suddenly raised his voice several times with the strength he had gathered out of nowhere.

"Hey!" Yanagi Okura waved his hand in a deep voice, not daring to disobey.

The two strong men put down the stretcher, and Yagyu Eleven rolled down into the muddy water in front of the bamboo house, which made the hearts of these people who came with him extremely painful.

"Get out, get out!" Yagyu Eleven rolled in the mud, but urged the others to leave.

There was no way, Yagyu Okura had to lead people out of the courtyard.

"Senior!" These people stood outside, but they heard Yanagi Eleven's voice burst into tears, knelt in the mud, and crawled forward: "Yanagi Eleven Lang asks to see his senior!"

The light in the room shines through the window paper, and it looks empty and unpopular, and no one answers.

"You are the guardian of the Great Japanese Empire, you are invincible, please be sure to save Japanese kendo and save the dignity of Japanese samurai......"

"Senior...... Please meet me!"

Yagyu Eleven cried and cried, a large amount of blood overflowed from his mouth, and his voice became quieter and quieter, but the rain became tighter and tighter.

The black light outside was blinding, and the Yanagi Okura and several people were anxious to become ants on the hot pot, and they didn't dare to go in to disturb, so they could only watch Yanagi Eleven Lang kowtow to see him with a seriously injured body, and he was about to shed the last drop of blood and die here.

The wind and rain were shaking, and the wind chimes under the eaves of the bamboo house were swaying, reflecting the pale and helpless face of Yagyu Eleven, which was doubly desolate.

His hands were digging into the dirt, his forehead was stained with mud and his own blood, and he still prostrated himself here, tears streaming down his face, which was moving.

Who is it in there, and is it worth him to run and beg for his life?

I don't know how long it took, but the lights in the bamboo house went out.

Yagyu Eleven's heart was like a handful of dead ashes for a moment.

Just when everyone was desperate and helpless, an old and deep voice came from inside: "Yanagi, go back, I know about you!"

"Ahh......h

"Hurry up, quickly carry the chairman out!" Yagyu Okura was surprised and ordered everyone to hurry in to save people.

The stretcher carried the dying Yagyu Eleven out of the courtyard, and as soon as he was sent into the car, I saw him vomiting blood, his eyes wide, and his body convulsions and spasms!

"President, President......" The dark and rainy night gradually drowned out the heart-rending cry.

A Japanese generation of kendo masters, deceased.

The door of the bamboo house still didn't open after all.

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