My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

Nakami woke up from the hangover with sickle feet, his head still aching.

I seemed to have a strange dream last night.

A flying iron bird...a carriage made of iron shell...a tall building...a woman with short hair...

He tried hard to recall the memories in his dreams, but as his consciousness gradually recovered, those pictures were broken bit by bit, and he couldn't recall it anymore.

It feels like I have lost something important.

The minister closed his eyes and rested. After a long time, he sighed slightly.

From the bedding that was spread directly on the floor, he looked around. There were very few furnishings in the room, only a few heavy and rough tables and chairs, and a few pictures on the wall. In the middle of the house is a firepit made of rocks, and there is a charcoal fire just added inside, and the iron kettle on the firepit is steaming hot.

After waking up from a dream, he looked at his room in a daze, as if separated from reality, producing a strong sense of distortion.

I don't seem to belong here...

But where should I be?

After thinking about it for a long time, Zhongchen could not come to a conclusion. He walked a few steps towards the door and said something fell from his arms to the ground. He looked down and looked like a copper plate.

The size is only the size of the palm of the hand, with patterns of pine, bamboo, turtle, crane and other engraved patterns.

He didn't have any interest in picking up things he hadn't seen before, so he kicked the copper plate to the cabinet floor.

Zhongchen opened the door with his foot sickle. It seemed that there was a heavy snowfall last night, and the entire courtyard was white. The bright sunshine refracted through the snow, which was very dazzling, making him subconsciously stretch his hand to block his forehead.

After a while, he walked into the courtyard when his eyes adjusted to the light.

In the first month of the year, the plum trees on the wall of the courtyard began to fragrant, and at a glance, in the white world, countless beautiful flowers stood proudly.

He walked through the flowers, smelling the quiet and elegant fragrance of painting at the tip of his nose, and inadvertently swept a bouquet of flowers hanging down by the snow from the corner of his eyes. The bouquet was tied with a piece of paper with Japanese songs and was swinging in the wind.

[Waiting for the flowers to fade]

[Flowers but love branches are hard to make a difference]

[Love the flowers more and more]

Zhongchen frowned and thought for a while before remembering that this was the Japanese song left by a group of women who secretly came to enjoy the plum while he was not at home some time ago.

Now that I have been dismissed from office, shouldn't they come again?

Thinking of this, he secretly felt funny in his heart.

Speaking of it, it may be considered a lucky thing to be dismissed, at least in the heart of Zhongchen Kanzu. As a very feminine man, he is free and easy, informal, optimistic, and hates going to the yamen on duty very much. He likes things, only women and flowers.

The queen who had just ascended the throne disliked him, and exempted him from punishment.

However, there is another saying in the court that the reason why Zhongchen Jianzuo was dismissed was because he and Su Wo Rulu won the battle for Mrs. Jingguo's heart.

That lady likes the lieutenant's foot sickle, and hates Su Wo into the deer, because the former is a beautiful man who is well-known in the capital, and the latter is just an ordinary fat middle-aged man.

Su Wo Rulu, who had been defeated in love, held a grudge against the Central Minister and continued to speak ill of the Central Minister's foot, hoping to punish the Central Minister's foot.

The emperor did not intend to listen to the unilateral slander of Su Wo Rulu, so Su Wo Rulu, who was in full control, planned to kill him and replaced him with an emperor.

Ten days ago, the thirty-fifth emperor and the second female emperor, Emperor Huangji, officially ascended the throne.

And the first decree of the queen's enthronement was to dismiss the official of the central minister.

Nakamura felt very angry. It was not that he was dismissed from office. The reason for his anger was that the lady of Jingguo was finally taken away by Su Wo Lulu forcibly.

In the eyes of Zhongchen Shiyanzuo, the wife is hiding her husband, gathering with her lover in the backyard, and bearing the risk of exposure. Two people enjoy a secret rendezvous under the eyes of the husband, which is so exciting that they can hardly breathe. This is the greatest joy of love.

Su Wo Rulu used position and power to forcibly occupy other people's wives, which is very tacky and not worthy of pride at all.

Lifting his foot out of the courtyard, just about to go out for a stroll, a little servant girl stopped in front of him.

"Da Lang... Your lord said to let you go there."

The maidservant was fifteen or sixteen years old. She was named Xiaoxianniang. She had a cute haircut. She wore a dark gray coat with a dark kimono skirt.

"Father..." Zhongchen stood under the plum tree with sickle feet, not thinking of his father's appearance for a moment.

The little fairy didn't dare to disturb him, she just stood on the side and stood quietly, looking at her tangled fingers with her small eyes, and occasionally looked up at him.

The evaluation of this great man of the lieutenant family among the people in the capital is divided into two levels. On the one hand, he said that he was a **** person, relying on his good family background and good looks, and often harmed other wives and daughters, many of whom were in the palace.

People on the other side said that he was handsome, witty, and elegant. No one in the entire capital could match him. Even the wives and daughters of other people, and even the female relatives in the palace, are vying to talk with them.

Xiaoxianniang naturally didn't dare to talk about the host's affairs, so she could only observe by herself with curious eyes.

It was only after Zhongchen Jianzuo wasted a lot of energy that he remembered the appearance of his father who was getting along day and night. A short, skinny old man with a bad temper. He always wears a big red imitation Tang official uniform that shows his identity and a soft black hat, even though he has been dismissed from office for a long time.

"I'm going now." Zhongchen said with a foot and walked out of his courtyard.

The pine tree under the eaves was crushed by the heavy snow. He walked through the four-pillar gate, through the main courtyard of the beech roof, through the corridor of the wing, and came to the door of his father's house.

Knocked on the door, and there was a weak voice: "Come in."

Zhongchen opened the door with his feet sick, and a rush of heat rushed into his face.

No wonder it's so warm, because the charcoal fire in the fire pond is burning vigorously. The father slept in the bunk on the ground, curled up in his sleeping position, which reminded him of an injured puppy.

"Father, are you okay?" He walked over and sat down on his knees, asking near his father's ear.

Father squirmed his lips slowly and said, "No." The voice didn't feel like talking, it was more like spitting out the haze from his throat.

"It's a headache because of your torment."

There was a small opening in the window, and when the wind blew, it made a shaking "creaking" sound.

Zhongchen Jianzu listened to the wind and remained silent. My current situation does look really bad. I am disliked by the empress, and have been guilty with the minister, and it feels as if he is an enemy of the whole world.

After a while, my father said, "I helped you find a way out."

Zhongchen asked in a low voice, "What is it?"

"The daughter of Su Wo Lulu hasn't married yet."

My father was a thin man, so curled up in the bed to speak, gave the impression of being thinner.

"The relationship between me and Su Wo Lulu has become stale..." Zhongchen frowned and frowned. "He probably won't agree."

"So I often say that you should pay more attention to the situation in the court, instead of paying attention to which minister's wife and daughter are more beautiful." Father glared at him with a hatred of iron and steel, and analyzed: "Now I am in power. It is extremely great that the officials of the Manchu dynasty dare not say anything. If this situation continues for a little longer, trouble will inevitably occur."

My father's physical condition is not very good now. After speaking for a while, he has to stop and take a breath before continuing to say: "It's impossible for me to enter the deer without understanding this truth. Our middle ministers can also be regarded as a big family. If there is a possibility of repairing the relationship between the two families, there is no reason why Su Wo Lulu should not agree."

"But... his daughter may not agree." Zhongchen Kazushi smiled bitterly. "In the capital, your son's reputation may be good in the eyes of the common people, but in the upper class, it can be so bad."

In fact, it is more than bad. In the circle of the nobles in the capital, there is a saying: In any case, you can't let the middle minister stay at home overnight, unless you want to be a father again in 10 months.

"You, why do you always struggle with such small issues? Are women born in a big family since ancient times all the pawns used to protect the rights of the family? As long as Suworulu agrees, why do you need to worry about the opinions of the pawns? "

"But if you force a woman to marry someone she doesn't like, it's not fun."

"Okay, you are with me here." Father stopped him and ordered intermittently: "I have sent someone to give gifts to Su Wo Lu's house, and he has accepted it, which means he is willing to cooperate with him. We have a good relationship with the courtiers. In the days to come, you will go to Su my house a lot. As long as you marry his daughter, your official career will be unimpeded."

After saying this, the father took a long time before he was relieved. He looked at his son with some flushed eyes and said: "Your mother was pregnant with you for twelve months before giving birth to you, and You can hear your cry before you are alive. I always believe that you are an extraordinary person and will become great things in the future. Don't let me down."

Seeing that look, Zhongchen knew that his father was about to die, leaving only a faint trace of life on his body, just like an old house that had been evacuated, waiting for the fate of being demolished alone.

"Understood, father, please rest at ease." He replied, bowed and exited the room.

After coming out of his father, the minister walked out of the house with sick feet.

No idea where to go, just wandering aimlessly.

It is the first month now, but the weather is much colder than in previous years. The original muddy Central Street was covered with a layer of snow, and whenever the ox cart galloped past, the flowing air rolled up snowflakes and pounced on both sides of the street, making people unable to open their eyes.

Zhongchen walked on the street with his feet sickle, like a river core stone inserted into the stream. When the crowd met him, they would automatically disperse to both sides.

Those who were a little bit timid, even knelt directly on the side of the road, bowed their heads and waited for him to walk past before daring to get up.

Where are you going?

Nakazu Kanzu often wandered around the homes of various ministers on weekdays, but now he has been dismissed from office. I am afraid that no one will open the door for him again.

Just walking around like this, he suddenly found that the big capital couldn't find a place to stay for a while.

"Fine, go to Su my house and see."

He closed his collar and walked down the snow-covered street with one foot and one foot shallow.

Regarding the daughter of Su Wo Lulu, the Zhongchen also knows a little about her feet. She is named Su Wo Fu Ji, who is only 18 years old this year, and she is one of the few peerless beauties in the world.

But because he has long silver-white hair and a pair of blood-red pupils, it is regarded as a symbol of unknownness, and no one has dared to propose marriage for many years.

"Master Zhongchen, please come in."

The receptionist was a middle-aged man in his thirties. He was slightly fat and his face was mushy, but when he laughed, the flesh on his face would gather and squeeze the eyeballs into the flesh, leaving wrinkles in the corners of his eyes. The whole face is like a daisy in bud.

Su I entered the deer and was not at home, and the Zhongchen was too lazy to talk to the guy who had robbed his own woman. He went directly to the other courtyard where the female family lived.

The person who received him was also replaced by a female officer in a white official uniform.

The female officer led him to a room door and bowed and said in salute: "Master Zhongchen is here for a while, and I will report Master Fukuji."

Zhongchen nodded his head. As soon as he opened the paper door, a strong heat gushed out of the room.

Charcoal was burning in the firepit. After walking outside for so long, his lips were blue from the cold, so he knelt on the edge of the firepit and roasted himself.

After a while, the female officer went back and forth, bringing a pot of tea, pen, ink, and paper.

"Master Fukui refuses to come to see you." She glanced sympathetically at Zhongchen Kan.

Zhongchen Kanzu was not surprised by this result, but looked at the pen, ink and paper in her hand in confusion.

The female officer smiled and said: "As the first beautiful man in the capital, and the master of knowledge, the slave maid would naturally not want Master Fukuji to miss this good thing. You might as well write down what you want to say, and the slave maid will help you convey it. "

After finishing speaking, she looked at Zhongchen Sishen deeply with admiring eyes.

Bright eyes, Zhou Zheng's nose, and unusually handsome face, and there is a kind of graceful agility on his body, people only need to look at it, and then they can't help but look at it again.

It's no wonder that Mrs. Jingguo didn't hesitate to offend Mr. Su Wo but also choose him... The female officer sighed in her heart, her original admiring gaze unknowingly increased a little fiery greed.

Zhongchen thought for a while and wrote a Japanese song.

[You can watch from a distance, but not play with it]

[Just like a bright moon in the water]

[Cute and touching, she told me what to do]

"Mr. Zhongchen, you are really too elegant." The female officer sighed convincingly, and ran all the way to Su Wo Fu Ji's room with the paper.

But when she ran back again, she just smiled bitterly and said, "Master Fukuhi said that she wants to see your sincerity, so please continue to use paper to express your love in the next days."

In the next few days, the minister will visit Su Wo's house once the next day. During the period, he also met with Su Wu and Lu Lu several times. For this minister who is in power, Nakazoku did not flatter him in order to seize the opportunity for promotion, but simply talked about some daily routines. When the conversation was over, he would find a suitable opportunity to retire.

After Gao retreated, he would not go home directly, but sneaked to the place where the female family lived.

Such days lasted for three or four months, and the Nakajima hovered outside the door of Suga Fukuji's room, or stood on the side of the corridor peeking.

But it should be bad luck, or failing to impress her. In the past few months, he hasn't even seen the face of this peerless beauty in Beijing.

And the letter he wrote didn't even receive a reply.

If it weren't for the female officer who vowed to say that Lord Fukuji had read every one, he would have doubted whether his letters were being used as papyrus.

Zhongchen Jianzuo didn't know whether it was simply bad luck or whether the other party was deliberately avoiding him. All he could do was to let the female officer continue to send letters on his behalf. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

It's strange that even he himself doesn't know why he insists, and he hasn't even seen it in person. It can't be because he likes it. But every day when wandering on the street, he always felt an inexplicable force leading him to come here.

One night, Zhongchen Kazusa wrote another Japanese song on the paper.

[A dignified man who fell into unrequited love. ]

[Sad and sigh, helplessly love it more. ]

After he finished writing, he had an idea and added a few grievances: "I want to know whether you read it or not. If you read it, can you answer me a letter? You don’t need to write any affectionate words, even if you do. With only the word'read', I am satisfied."

That night, the female officer ran back excitedly: "Master Fukuhi wrote back."

Zhongchen Jianzuo excitedly accepted the letter, and hurriedly opened it to see the contents, which directly caused him to be stunned and speechless for a long time.

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