A heavy rain disturbed the good deeds of Miyoshi Shixiu, and also extinguished the ambitions of the young people in the city, perhaps because of the cold weather, the eye sockets that lost their eyeballs were itchy, and they slept under the doctor's acupuncture for an afternoon, and Zhengheng actually looked at the dark roof with one eye wide open at night. He couldn't sleep, and his heart was always frizzy. The past twenty-one years passed through his mind like a movie, and then mixed with the experiences of his past life.

In his previous life, he was just an otaku living in a small town, and what he experienced was just going to a big city to study, and then returning to his hometown to work.

Speaking of this life, it is much more wonderful than the previous life, although there is no computer, television, electric light and other modern social construction, but the things he experienced are wonderful and difficult things that he did not dare to imagine in his previous life.

For a long time, this self-contradictory realization has been accompanied by the fierce struggle that has resulted from it. He keeps walking on the edge of past and present lives, and maybe there is a time when the experience of his past life makes him feel guilty about what he has done, but the next moment he becomes sensible, and he becomes a bloody butcher.

Fortunately, he spent more than ten years in the monastery before he came to this world, and all he had to face was an old monk, and some mountain people who relied on him for food, no matter how strange he behaved, no one would notice.

But that changed almost dramatically when he lost that eye.

He finally realized that he had come to this world and could never go back, since that was the case. Why bother dwelling on the changes of past and present lives? He buried everything he had experienced in his previous life as the most precious thing in his heart. Put aside all distractions and start thinking seriously about your future.

The weather was cold, charcoal basins were burning everywhere, and because of the smell of medicine and incense, there was a strong smell in the air, Zheng Heng frowned tightly, his eyes were open and he looked at the roof, but his thoughts had already drifted to the unknown place.

One must be at the right time. can create a trend that sweeps the world, otherwise he can only live in poverty and alleys for the rest of his life, and he will end up unheard. In other words, only by seizing the opportunity with agility, with the right plan and the right timing, can we make a splash. On the other hand, if you let the opportunity slip through your fingers, you will eventually become a failure.

Of course, the timing must be matched with the action of heaven and earth and the wisdom of human beings in order to mature. Therefore. The timing is not like when a persimmon is red and it is ripe, but it can be judged by appearance. And it has to start brewing before it's even happening.

Once you really grasp the ripening time, it means that the person has grown up. On the other hand, those who are ready to act before they have mastered the machine will not only waste their efforts, but may even incur the consequences of ruin. In short, there are very few people who enter the battlefield too early and achieve great things.

But Zhengheng himself grasped the opportunity, to be precise, the opportunity allowed him to seize it, and step by step he grew from a small wealthy clan that could be extinguished at any time to a pivotal figure in the Western Kingdom, controlling the life and death of hundreds of thousands of people and tens of thousands of troops.

Fortunately, Zhengheng has always adhered to a cautious attitude, defeating one after another heroes who he could know from the Internet in his previous life, and taking one solid footprint after another, making him gradually become a strong man in this era.

History has changed, and those heroes who should have been dominating have all become his stepping stones, whether it is the deceased Mori Motosho, Ukita Naoya, or the gradually unknown Niko Haruma and Tao Harumi, their fate has long been doomed.

With the arrival of Zhengheng, the history that he could know has become unrecognizable, and it is time for him to perform. This is a fratricidal chaotic world, where morality has been lost. People have no time to care about good and evil, and in order to survive, they do not hesitate to indulge in the instinct to kill, and from this instinct is depicted as a hopeless hell on earth.

During this period of time, Zhengheng often thought that although he could succeed for a while by relying on strong force alone, he could not end this troubled era of cannibalism. He now controlled the territory of five or six feudal kingdoms, and he had absolute influence over the surrounding areas, but he gradually had a sense of uncontrollability.

"What can I do to put an end to this troubled world?" He had recently begun to ponder this important question seriously, and silently clenched his fists, since he couldn't sleep, then he didn't need to sleep today, he sat up slowly.

Zhengheng picked up the bell next to the bed and shook it, and Ding Dingdang's voice came out, and after a while, there were footsteps from under the corridor, it was his personal maid Ah Mo, if Ah Mo didn't want people to know that she was coming, he couldn't hear her footsteps.

Zheng Heng sat up straight and said lightly, "Come in." "Among the maids who can come and go freely in the harem of the political balance, Amo is the most exceptional, her status is perhaps even more low-ranking than the other maids, her father is a ninja. It is the tradition of the Wa Kingdom for the daughter of the retainer to act as the maid of the lord, and besides, the Wa people have no concept of chastity, and these girls from low-level samurai families do not have to bear any responsibility even if they are broken by the sovereign, unless they are pregnant with a child.

Ah Mo's body is a little plumper than before, obviously she has been favored by Zhengheng for a period of time, but she has not been accepted into the room like other side rooms, but she still accompanies Zhengheng as a maid, which is also to make it more convenient for her to go out to do things.

Women are those who please themselves, and this old saying is naturally good. Ah Mo was born in chaos, and makeup on her face is a commonplace, but now the makeup on her face is different from her usual, although it is lighter, but it is exquisitely carved.

Ah Mo's makeup is very light, she knows that Zhengheng's taste is a little different from most people in this era, she doesn't like to wear heavy makeup, she paints a layer of white powder on her face, and then puts on a small eyebrow and a little lipstick.

Ah Mo has fair skin and a beautiful face, and after receiving the call of Zhengheng, she dressed up specially, obviously valuing this short night. Zheng Heng can obviously understand her feelings, but what is pressing on her is the mission of the entire family.

Zheng Heng was not in a hurry, he just asked lightly, "Has the latest news from Miki City come back?" Due to the heavy rain, the road was blocking the transmission of information, and he obviously did not know that Miyoshi Minoru had withdrawn from the battlefield smoothly.

Ah Mo shook his head slightly and replied, "Due to the heavy rain, there has not been any useful news yet, but Your Highness does not have to worry about the safety of Miki City." ”

Zhengheng sneered: "Even if Miyoshi Shikyu captures Miki City, there is nothing to worry about for me, I just want to know how determined Miyoshi Shikyu is, and how far he has to fight to be able to stop, so that he can make a counterattack." These words are murderous, how can Ah Mo not hear it, obviously Zhengheng does not care about the safety of Miki City, for Zhengheng, whether Miki City has fallen or not, it really doesn't matter much, for him, Miki City is just a thing to explore the reality of Miyoshi's family.

Ah Mo was silent for a moment and said: "Your Highness, look at the sky, I'm afraid this rain won't stop in a short time, even if Miki City is lost, I'm afraid the Miyoshi family won't be able to enter the army in a short time, don't you pay attention to the affairs of Izumo Country?" ”

Zhengheng knew that what Amo was talking about was that Misawa Weiqing, Santoya Kufu, and Akaxue Shengqing had sent envoys to deliver the surrender table, and he asked, "Are they really the envoys of those three?" "Although the person who came claimed to be the messenger of Misawa Weiqing, Santoya Kufu and Akaxue Shengqing, because they were competing with the Miyoshi family during this period of time, they could only temporarily wronged the comer.

Ah Mo answered, bowed down and replied: "Yes, I secretly investigated all the identities of the people who came, and it is indeed true. ”

Zhengheng nodded and replied: "Then let them enter the city early tomorrow morning to meet you, the Izumo country has been in chaos for more than half a year, and Niko Qing has been out of virtue for a long time, it's time for him to live in seclusion, and divide the Izumo country into seven, seven, eight, eight, well, that's it." ”

Obviously, Masahiro does not have enough manpower in the short term, and there is no suitable candidate to be the custodian of Izumo Province, so he can only be selected from Izumo Country, if Misawa Weiqing, Mitoya Kufu and Akaxue Morikiyo are really willing to become representatives of the Date family, Masahiro does not mind dividing Izumo Country into several points, and then distributing them to them, and there will be time to allocate and understand in the future, just like what Oda Nobunaga did in Echizen Province in history, let the people of Izumo Country kill each other by killing three soldiers with two peaches.

With that, Zhengheng pulled Ah Mo over, and Ah Mo was already sitting softly on his lap, allowing a pair of big hands to tear open his dress and gently rub it on her twin peaks.

In the town of Tsurushou Castle, the heavy rain is still falling sparsely, and there is no intention of stopping. In the inn in the west head of the town, Misawa was a rebellious minister of the Qing Dynasty, and he was drinking and complaining with the second brother of Santoya Kufu, Tadafu, and the third brother of Akaki Shengqing. Buguang Zuo Jingliang has a stomach full of bitter water, it is true that he is an important minister of Misawa for the Qing Dynasty, but the two of them are the heads of the retainers sent by Sandaoya Jiufu and Chixue Shengqing, and he is just a genealogy retainer, not to mention that his identity is one level lower than the two of them, and let him be the main envoy, isn't it a joke.

Buguang Zuo Jingliang gave himself half a cup, took a big sip of the wine glass, and said: "Two, let's talk about it, we have been in Heshou City for half a month, and there is still no way to see the Bizheng Shaobi Palace, how should this be?" How can this be? ”

Sandaoya Zhongfu and Chixue Yukiyo glanced at each other, but they were helpless, so they had to be silent. (To be continued......)