I have ten trillion licking dog gold

No see in one day, like every three autumns.

This sentence is very appropriate to describe this situation.

It had only been a few months since they last met at Shiyao Shrine, but to the man and woman walking side by side at this time, it seemed that years, even decades, had passed.

Not only the two of them, but perhaps the whole of Japan felt the same way. In just a few months, they experienced the dizzying pleasure of rising straight like a fighter jet taking off, and then the desperate drop when the fuel tank was exhausted...

It may not have completely fallen to the ground, but the violent centrifugal force has left countless people heartbroken, unable to breathe, with all their internal organs burned, and even thrown out.

Outside the Yasukuni Shrine.

In addition to the sign that public defecation is not allowed, there is another sign.

[Venue is under maintenance and temporarily closed]

This should be the reason why this distinguished pair of men and women chose to meet here, so that they would not be disturbed by other people, and they would not have to clear the place to disturb the people.

Ms. Fujiwara was still dressed in a traditional and virtuous manner, with a silk veil that blocked her entire face and a thick black lace dress. She looked awe-inspiring and inviolable to her colleagues, but she seemed to be paying homage to something.

Perhaps it was to pay homage to the dead souls enshrined in this sacred toilet.

Or maybe it's a memorial to those who suffered heavy casualties in this financial disaster.

"If Miss Fujiwara's idea is implemented, our shrine should be full of people now."

The other party once asked him to advise the Emperor to properly handle the nuclear sewage incident.

There seems to be no connection, but in fact it is a butterfly effect. Going back to the source, Yingdong Electric Power is the lead that ignited this historical catastrophe.

He promised the other party and indeed made efforts.

It's obvious.

Both himself and the other party were "little words", or not enough weight, so they failed.

"We have done everything we can, so His Royal Highness does not have to blame himself."

"It took us decades to finally get back on our feet..."

Du Zheye's speechless face was filled with a noble sense of compassion, and at the same time, there was also a sense of helplessness that he wanted to change but was unable to do so.

Just like how he described it.

The whole country was like a patient who struggled to get up after falling. The injury was about to heal, but with a "thud", he was hit to the ground with a hoe again. He was dizzy and his face was covered with blood.

"The matter has come to this, and there is no point in indulging in these things. Your Highness, we should be glad now that we still have a chance to start over, right?"

Miss Fujiwara's voice seeped through the veil, and in the hazy atmosphere, she exuded optimistic and uplifting power.

Du Zhe also seemed to be inspired and nodded.

"Well, the Yamato nation is the greatest nation in the world and never lacks the courage to start over."

Under the eaves and corridors, the two of them walked slowly.

"It should be a busy time now, Miss Fujiwara..."

"Similar to His Royal Highness, important matters of family and country do not require us to work hard."

Du Zhe also changed his expression slightly.

Look at it from a certain perspective.

The two of them really felt like they were in the same boat.

"Miss Fujiwara's talents and wisdom are unique among the people I have met. Miss Fujiwara should not waste her talents, otherwise it will be a loss for you personally, the Fujiwara family, and our entire Japan."

Du Zhe is also calm and serious.

Miss Fujiwara turned her head and glanced at him. Although her true appearance was not visible, the smile flowing in her eyes was extremely intriguing.

In an incense hall with an open door.

The two stopped.

Du Zhe also turned sideways and looked into the incense hall.

The interior decoration of the incense hall is extremely solemn. Even if it is closed and there are no tourists, the incense is still prosperous and the smoke is curling up.

There is just one abnormality visible to the naked eye.

There are clearly three rows of memorial tablets enshrined in the incense hall, and the display above is enough to prove it. But strangely, two rows of tablets are empty.

That's right.

empty.

The tablet that should have been placed on it was nowhere to be seen!

The two empty rows of altars made the whole scene visually uncoordinated, awkward and thin.

In front of the vacant spiritual tablets, some incense burners have been removed, and some have not had time to be removed. Presumably the layout here will be revised, or is currently being revised. Is this the reason why [the venue is under maintenance and temporarily closed]?

"It's still a step too late."

Prince Watanabe Tetsuya and Miss Fujiwara walked in.

Looking at the only row of memorial tablets left, Du Zhe didn't even show any sadness.

"After death, they still sacrificed and dedicated themselves to the Yamato nation. The spirits of the heroes in heaven will definitely not blame or be angry. The people of Yamato will always keep them in their hearts."

As he spoke, His Highness the Prince clasped his hands together and bowed deeply with great respect and piety in worship.

In contrast.

Ms. Fujiwara next to her remained motionless.

Also.

She has always been an unswerving realist and has never believed in monsters and ghosts, and they are not everywhere around her?

Plus.

She had seen with her own eyes someone taking off his belt here, so there was no way she could arouse any sense of awe.

The ninety-degree bow position was maintained for several seconds before Du Zhe also straightened up again.

"Miss Fujiwara..."

He turned his head to indicate whether the motionless opponent meant this.

But Miss Fujiwara remained indifferent.

"Even if they don't blame, as descendants, they shouldn't forgive themselves."

This is the truth.

The ancestral graves were dug up, but in the end they were told with great righteousness and dignity that the ancestors sacrificed their lives for the sake of future generations, which was worthy and should be gratified.

It depends on whether the board of your ancestor's coffin is still covered or not.

bow.

Worship.

What is the use?

It's useless.

Du Zhe, who just couldn't understand the difference between formalism and performance, also had a slightly stiff expression.

"of course."

Miss Fujiwara turned her head, raised her eyes, and smiled, "We are not the ones who should be the ones to confess."

Looking into each other's eyes.

Du Zhe's face softened and he also laughed.

indeed.

It's not their fault that this happened.

There is nothing they can do.

"Miss Fujiwara, Tetsuya has a presumptuous request."

Staring into those fascinated eyes, Du Zhe hesitated before choosing to speak.

"Your Highness, please speak."

"We've known her for so long, Tetsuya has never seen Miss Fujiwara's appearance."

Just showing a pair of eyes can make a woman's heart flutter into silence for a moment.

"Your Highness, aren't you worried about being disappointed?"

"Miss Fujiwara's inner qualities are already fascinating. No matter how Miss Fujiwara looks, Tetsuya will not be disappointed."

Another line formed in the corners of her narrow eyes. The woman said nothing, and then slowly raised her hand.

Du Zhe also held his breath and concentrated, his eyes fixed.

One side of the veil was lifted, and then slowly taken off.

A face that is more breathtaking than what is possible on the inside is finally exposed to the air.

Immediately.

Prince Watanabe's pupils shrank violently. (End of chapter)