A tour of Japan's Warring States Period

Facts have proved that the difference between hearing the news of someone's death and someone dying in front of you is really very big. Koheita was also very sad when he heard the news of Yamauchi Yoshikatsu's death in battle.

But now Yamauchi Yoshiharu is right in front of him, breathing more out than in, even his moaning voice is getting lower and lower.

Scenes from the past appeared in my mind like a slideshow. We know each other, we meet each other with kindness, the king and his ministers think about it, they confide in their hearts, every little bit, comes to their hearts.

"I don't dare to exert all my strength and loyalty to my chastity, and then die!"

By the time he finished speaking, Xiao Pingtai had burst into tears and could no longer form words, leaving only a low cry.

"Dong dong dong dong, dong dong dong dong..."

There were heavy footsteps outside the house, as if a heavy person was running towards him.

Koheta turned his head, and Hosokawa Saime ran in from outside with Hosokawa Harugong on her back.

Hosokawa Hari's feet were bare, her feet were bruised from the cold, and her face was stiff. He was wearing two thick coats randomly, and he didn't put on his long trousers at all. There was still a kapok jacket underneath.

Hosokawa Harugong's image is slightly better, at least her clothes are completely on her body, and she is wrapped in a long cloak. I was woken up in the middle of the night, and braved the cold wind and snow to be carried by Hosokawa Zaiyu. Her face was full of fatigue, coupled with anxiety, she was trembling.

Koheta hurriedly stood up and helped Hosokawa Harugong off Hosokawa Harumi. The old man was in his sixties and almost died.

"Ah, are they Erungong and Zainyu?" Yamauchi Yoshiharu was still in a state of mind and glanced at Hosokawa and his son.

Hosokawa Harugong swallowed twice, and Koheita helped him caress his back. The old man took a deep breath and stretched out his rough hands full of wrinkles. Holding the hand of Yamauchi Yiji, his old eyes were filled with tears and he was speechless.

In fact, Koheita's sudden departure from Fuchu Castle overnight had already made Hosokawa and his son suspicious. Later that night, someone dared to come and ask to go to Komaba to discuss the Hachioji matter. Hosokawa Harumiya immediately sensed that something was wrong. The Eighth Prince had already been lost, so he would not have to discuss it all night. The fait accompli was difficult to change.

When he saw the lights on one after another in the mansions of important ministers under Fuchu Castle, the wily Hosokawa Harumiya expressed his worries to Hosokawa Saime. Hosokawa Zaimei, who was still leading a horse and lighting a lantern, threw on a set of clothes and ran away without her father. In snowy weather, it’s really not certain whether the horse is faster or the two legs are faster.

"Isn't Taro here yet?" Yamauchi Yoshiji said this slowly, and there was another noise outside the house.

Hosokawa Saime jumped up. After all, she was in good health. She walked to the door in a few steps. The second person who came was actually the eldest Yamauchi Izumo Mamoru. The old man pushed aside Hosokawa Saime and went inside to see Yamauchi Yoshiharu. .

Slowly, the important ministers entered the house one after another from the outside, but when they arrived at Komaba, everyone felt an unusual atmosphere. After entering the house, the faint sobs confirmed everyone's thoughts.

Just waiting for the most important person, the sixth generation head of the Shinshu Yamauchi clan, Yamauchi Taro.

"Heita, why did His Highness suddenly deteriorate to this point?" Hosokawa Harumiya looked at Heita, whose eyes were red.

"The Eighth Prince was lost. When His Highness heard the news, he was furious and suffered another stroke. There is no cure."

Xiao Pingtai answered truthfully, anyone who heard that his family's territory of 20,000 guan was gone would be dizzy with anxiety. What's more, Yamauchi Yoshiharu was in very poor health after suffering a stroke.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh..."

The usually calm Hosokawa Harugong was also confused at this time. This man was about to close his eyes, and he could only sigh in frustration.

"I'll take a look outside the hall again. When Prince Taro arrives, he will enter the hall immediately."

"Coming, coming!" Murakami Yoshimitsu had a backpack tied with thick cloth strips, and the backpack was also covered with thick cloth. When he opened the thick cloth, it was Taro Yamauchi who was already in a state of confusion.

This man also gave up his horse, spread his legs eleven ways, and carried Yamauchi Taro, one of Dongguo's most famous people, on his back in a bamboo basket.

As if telepathic, Yamauchi Yoshiharu in the room also began to call softly: "Taro, Taro, come here quickly and let me take a look."

Yamauchi Taro was still a little dizzy after walking all the way. When he heard his grandfather calling, he trotted over.

Yamauchi Yoshiharu's spirit was getting weaker and weaker at this moment, and he could hardly open his eyes, but by listening to his footsteps, he still knew that Yamauchi Taro had arrived. Struggling to stretch out his hand, he wanted to take Yamauchi Taro into his arms.

Trying his best to open his eyes wide and look at the child in front of him, Yamauchi Yoshiji burst into tears soon.

"Taro, my grandfather is going to meet your father, so he won't be able to watch you grow up."

The child was still young, just four years old, and he didn't understand what Yamauchi meant. But the "dead energy" exuded by Yamauchi Yoshiharu still made the child feel uncomfortable.

Then I saw that the faces of all the important ministers here were exactly the same as when they held the funeral for his father Yamauchi Yoshikatsu. No matter how young the child was, he probably understood something.

Yamauchi Yoshiharu sighed and asked Yamauchi Chief Accountant to serve as Yamauchi Taro's surname, and announced that a collegial system of important ministers will be implemented until Taro comes of age. Nine families including the family), the Zikoji Zaemon family, the Zikoji Danmasa family, the Isshiki Miyauchi Shaosuke family, the Konishihara Zaemon family, and the head of Kitahata University formed a collegial panel.

At the same time, he asked the important ministers to hold a grand funeral immediately after his death. The more grand and grand the better, and at the same time, he asked the chief planner in the mountain to serve as his own shadow warrior and appear occasionally.

The illustrious reputation of Prime Minister Yamauchi was forged with the blood and heads of countless rebels. No one would dare to question how strong this aging and declining old man was.

He knew that the news of his death could not be concealed. Mixing the truth with the false might be more effective than concealing the news of his death. For this purpose, if we can delay for a moment, we will win. For four-year-old Taro Yamauchi, every day, every month, and every year is precious.

After finishing his final instructions intermittently, Yamauchi Yoshiharu closed his eyes.

He went into battle at the age of fifteen and traveled across the Eastern Kingdom for thirty-three years, fighting forty-nine times. With one county and ten thousand guan of land, he expanded to 25 counties and more than 130,000 guan of the Five Kingdoms.

"My wish is enough..."

After saying this last sentence, Yamauchi Yoshiji seemed to have exhausted all the strength in his body. Finally he opened his eyes and glanced at Yamauchi Taro, with a growl in his throat.

He tilted his head, and the hand that had been holding Yamauchi Taro fell down feebly with infinite reluctance.

"Wow…………!"

Yamauchi Taro understood, Yamauchi Yoshiharu passed away!

"Father!" "Brother!" "Your Highness!"......

Various calls were mixed together, and the important officials present rushed forward, stood or knelt, covered their faces with their hands, and burst into tears.