The night gradually deepened, and it seemed that there was fog on the sea, covering everything. An email came, saying that it would be late after running out, and Saeko and Naomi Hayakawa went back to the dormitory to rest.
Pei Ziyun finished his meal, wiped his mouth, stretched, yawned, seemed a little sleepy, then stood up and bowed slightly: "Kitagang-kun, I'm sorry, I'm going back to my room to rest."
But after Pei Ziyun finished speaking, there was no reply. He couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly and saw the aura of the person opposite gradually change: "So that's what you think, Yamada-kun."
Kitaoka Tatsuya also left the restaurant, feeling deeply regretful: "Yamada-kun, I thought you would be our comrade."
"Kitaoka-kun, one hundred and thirty years have passed since the fall of the curtain." Pei Ziyun was not surprised: "Since the shogunate cannot clean the whole house through a bloody war, it is destined that democracy will be born."
"In fact, any autocratic regime will be democratic. The power that was originally in the hands of one or a few people will be expanded to the hands of the governor and governor's cabinet as the system relaxes - even if this is only the democracy of scholar-bureaucrats or aristocrats."
"Kings and scholars share the world."
"Even if the shogunate has the bright master Shinkawa Keiko, it cannot eradicate the group of people who have taken root. It can only turn them into officials and parliamentarians of the new era."
"And when Shinkawa Keiko died and the power of officials and parliamentarians expanded, this collegial system naturally expanded further. When everyone could vote to choose the prime minister, it became a modern democracy."
"Under the rule of the shogunate, Japan has enjoyed a hundred years of peace for a long time after its collapse, and it has also returned great power to the people. What regrets do you have?"
"Does it have to be the emperor who personally governs?"
Pei Ziyun stepped on the deck and made an echo. Several people glanced at it and went back to rest. The entire deck was empty, and the melody of violin music could be heard faintly.
Kita Gunda also stopped and seemed to be listening. His hair was cut short and he was of medium build. He took off his glasses and lowered his head in thought for a long time.
Gradually, Kitaoka Tatsuya shook his head and said: "Yamada-kun, if you become our comrade, with your talent and talent, you may even become our leader in the future and know all the secrets."
"But you refused. I can only say that we are not crazy people, and we are not even necessarily doing it for the emperor. We have a last resort."
"The wrong history must be corrected."
Kitaoka Tatsuya's tone was a little hesitant at first, but when he said this, he became solemn, firm and decisive.
"Wrong history?" This word shocked Pei Ziyun.
"Maybe you don't understand. In fact, it's normal not to understand, but our righteous warriors are not dead yet, and they continue to expand - Yamada-kun, you are a samurai, let us use samurai methods to end today's conversation!" Kitaoka After Tatsuya finished speaking, he glanced down from Pei Ziyun's face, stopping at his heart and throat, and unwrapped the package he had been holding.
This is a long knife.
Pei Ziyun sighed and took out the wooden knife as well.
The next moment, Kitaoka Tatsuya's heart trembled. Pei Ziyun stood like this in front of him, but he was invulnerable, and beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.
"Impossible. I practiced swordplay at the age of seven, acquired the secret knowledge at the age of fifteen, and achieved great success at the age of twenty-one."
"The person in front of me can't even be called a young man. How could he have such a high level of cultivation?"
Kitaoka Tatsuya's breathing became heavy, and he suddenly shouted, took a step, jumped up, and flew around the left side of Pei Ziyun's body in an arc, followed by a sword light.
"Yan Huizhan!"
Kitaoka Tatsuya's figure disappeared in front of his eyes. His astonishing speed and physical strength showed the strength of the warrior. At the moment of disappearing, Pei Ziyun's heart rate rose sharply, he retreated, spun around, and slashed back.
In an instant, the two bodies intertwined, and then Pei Ziyun landed safely on the ground and tilted the wooden knife to the right. However, the wooden knife did not need to be tilted, and the blood that slipped by was instantly absorbed.
Beigangda half-knelt on the deck, leaning on the ground with his knife. A line of red oozed out and gradually expanded. He took two breaths before standing up.
A red line, not deep into the flesh, only half an inch.
"Yamada-kun, are you showing mercy?"
"No, I'm only twelve years old, just a little short of it, but I've reached my limit." Pei Ziyun was a little regretful. He had always been merciless, but his limit was limited to the body of a twelve-year-old boy.
Kitaoka Tatsuya was silent for a long time, put away the sword, stood upright, and bowed: "Yamada-kun, please give up the mission of Enko Bando!"
"Even if we don't talk about the shogunate, there is still Yishen."
"Yishen?"
"Yes, Harutori Hime." There was a hint of regret in Kitaoka Tatsuya's voice: "You know why, given the wealth of the Bando family, I want to invite you. You are not the only samurai. That's why."
"If the Yi gods grow strong, the Yi people will grow stronger."
"This is ridiculous. Do pure Ezo people still exist?" Pei Ziyun remained calm. During the shogunate era, the Ezo people were regarded as a backward nation and were encouraged to naturalize. The Ezo people themselves also recognized this as their own The only way out is that there are no Ezo people in the pure sense now.
"What you said is correct, but after all, it is not completely naturalized." Kitaoka Tatsuya shook his head and said.
"It turns out it's still a defense against the barbarians, but the general canonized it, so I don't think it's a barbarian god." Pei Ziyun said.
"Is that so? Let me warn you, the Bando family are not kind people." Kitaoka Tatsu retreated without any intention of taking action again.
Pei Ziyun smiled hoarsely, turned around and went back to his room.
After a while, a person appeared on the empty deck. This person was Kitaoka Tatsuya, who had just fought. He took out a mobile phone and dialed the button. After getting through, he bowed his head respectfully and said, "Sorry. Sir, negotiation failed!"
"Have you tested his inclinations and told him about Yishen?" the phone asked.
"Yes, sir, I have already said it, but he still refused." Kitaoka Tatsuya said seriously: "Yamada Shinichi is more inclined to maintain the peaceful shogunate."
"The Yi God is also considered to be the Bitianjin God of the shogunate and is not particularly excluded."
"Oh, really?" The person on the other end of the phone said he was a little regretful that Pei Ziyun did not accept the conditions: "According to our observation, Yamada Shinichi is a very talented warrior, capable of both civil and military skills, and has a bright future."
"The shogunate is more inclined to maintain peace, and the Yi god also considers the shogunate to be the shogunate and does not specifically exclude the Tianjin god. In fact, it is normal for people living in a peaceful era."
"It's a pity that he is a warrior and not an ordinary person."
"Moreover, it was involved in the war at a critical moment and stood on the hostile side. In this case, in order to set things right in history, the plan does not allow for any changes."
"Execute Yamada Shinichi. I will bear the pressure of the Jinchuan Shrine." On the other side of the phone, he said in a regretful but decisive voice: "Also, the plan for the Bando Main Building will continue."
"To bring order to the chaos, we have to pull out the variables in Hokkaido. I authorize you to use all the chess pieces you have installed in the Bando Main Building at any cost."
"Hi!" Sure enough, this order did not go beyond Kitaoka Tatsuya's expectations, and he responded loudly. Kitaoka Tatsuya stood respectfully, bowed, and waited for the call to end before hanging up the phone and straightening up.
"What a pity, Yamada-kun." Kitaoka shook his head, with a tired look in his eyes: "How much blood will I have to bear on my path?"
Time seemed to pass quickly on the cruise ship. After waking up and having lunch, the Sunflower docked and followed the route to the harbor.
When they got off the cruise ship, a group of people cheered, especially Toyama Kouta, whose face was pale with a faint hint of blue, and kept muttering: "Ah, we finally landed!"
It turned out that Toyama Kouta found himself seasick soon after boarding the ship. This fact made him extremely depressed!
In a state of seasickness, Kota Toyama could neither eat, drink, nor have fun. He never expected that his trip to Hokkaido would start in such a miserable way.
This naturally makes Kota Toyama very unhappy. Now that he has finally reached land, he can rest and play with peace of mind.
During the shogunate era, the first-generation shogun sent people to survey Hokkaido and established a stronghold at a location that had both a port and land reclamation.
Soon, it became an area under the direct jurisdiction of the shogunate, and the development was officially carried out. The leaders of the Ezo people were either incorporated or annihilated. Naturalization can be said to be forced.
The Bando family was one of them. At that time, a small family of 800 koku moved to Edo.
After the end of the war, Hokkaido was given 3,000 koku Tomoyuki for meritorious service. The Bando family returned to Hokkaido and continued to expand its power within a hundred years, becoming a famous family in Hokkaido.
The West End Inn is one such property.
Although it was drizzling, you could still see the endless sea and sky around you. The environment was very pleasant. The woman in kimono received the black card, bowed to Pei Ziyun and his party, and introduced the West End Hotel: "Please allow me to introduce the West End Hotel. "
"It has been 230 years since the West End Hotel was founded, and the plan is to keep pace with local development."
"There must be a suitable place for samurai and their families to come and go, so the Nishio Inn was founded." As soon as the group entered the door, the kimonoed woman bent down and asked everyone to take off their shoes. Someone immediately took them to maintain, and asked them to put on their clogs. In summer, no socks are prepared.
After changing, she led him inside. The woman also said: "Xiwei Hotel is on a high ground, overlooking the port, and has an open-air hot spring!"
"Guests can feel it. It's a really good experience in the open-air hot spring!" The kimono woman said, leading Pei Ziyun and his party into the guest room.
The room is isolated and very spacious, with floor-to-ceiling windows and a seating area with chairs and coffee table, as well as tatami mats.
"Because the hotel is close to the sea, it provides fresh fish and shellfish, mainly herring. If any of you are allergic to seafood, please let us know and our hotel will prepare other meals for you in advance. I hope you don't mind!"
"Also, the hotel's meal service hours are as follows: breakfast is served from 07:30 to 08:30, and dinner is served from 17:30 to 19:00. Guests arriving at the restaurant after 19:00 will not be able to enjoy dinner. The hot spring tax is 150 yen per person per night.”
Hearing what the kimono woman in front of him said, Saeko jumped up and shouted, "Great, we can play in the hot spring again!"
Naomi Hayakawa was a little surprised by the price and whispered: "Isn't it a bit expensive?"
Toyama Kouta nodded, feeling the same. He approached Pei Ziyun and asked, "Is this hotel expensive?"
"It's expensive, but we won't pay for it," Pei Ziyun replied.
"Yes, you are holding a VIP card, and all expenses are fully included. Please enjoy it." Hearing this, Toyama Kouta smiled happily, and the other club members who followed him were very happy.
"Everyone, please disperse and go back to your room, three to a room."
"Hi!" The members were not dissatisfied. In such a hotel, it costs 40,000 yen a day, and it is a rare experience for three people to stay.
Of course the minister has privileges. In a separate room, Pei Ziyun put down his backpack and searched for the situation on his mobile phone.
At this time, Saeko, Hayakawa Naomi, Toyama Kouta and others had already gone to play or check out the hot springs. Pei Ziyun said that he was feeling a little uncomfortable and wanted to rest, so he stayed alone in the room to look up relevant information.
Pei Ziyun looked at the information he had searched on his phone and murmured: "Eni people, due to intermarriage and assimilation, the pure Ezo people have basically disappeared. The official population is 25,000, and the unofficial number is 200,000, but these 200,000 will definitely be Forget it about everyone with Ezo ancestry.”
"Furthermore, the pure-blooded Ezo people are short in stature and have dark skin. They are the hairiest people among the known human races in the world. Among them, the men have thick beards and the women have marks along their mouths."
"Well, this kind of physical appearance is probably one of the reasons why the pure-blooded Ezo people are gradually disappearing. No wonder there are almost no pure-blood Ezo people now." Pei Ziyun said silently in his heart.
"There is also Harutori Princess. This girl did not originally exist in Ezo mythology, but if she is granted a title, she will be given a new title. Is this the original goddess, or even a merger of several gods?"
Just as I was thinking about it, I heard a ding and a phone call came over: "Is it Yamada-kun? We are the Bando Main Building's car. Have you had a rest?"
"I've had a rest, I can send a car here." Pei Ziyun said, and wrote a group email, sent it to the members, and got up and went out.
When I arrived at the door, I was greeted by a beautiful girl. She bowed sweetly: "Is this Yamada-kun? Please come in!"
The limousine had a luxurious interior, with a small refrigerator and a cigar box, but Pei Ziyun didn't smoke. He only had a taste of wine and didn't have much desire. He looked out the window sideways and saw fields full of fields.
"Hokkaido's grain production accounts for about 1/4 of the country's output. In ancient times, it would have been almost 5 million koku."
The view in front of me was wide, and my breathing became much smoother. The car was not far from the main hotel, and in ten minutes we turned to a mountain road. At this time, the dark clouds gradually thickened, and lightning struck.
Looking at the scene, Pei Ziyun frowned, feeling vaguely uneasy in his heart.
The girl accompanying him thought Pei Ziyun was afraid of thunder and lightning, so she said, "Yamada-kun, it doesn't matter if it rains on this mountain road, we'll be there in a minute."
After a while, we arrived at our destination, which is a very large place.
Pei Ziyun got out of the car and took a quick look. He saw cherry trees all over, but the flowers had faded early. The villa stood among them. He took a quick look and asked, "Is this a fortress?"
"You are right, this hotel was converted into a fortress."
(End of chapter)