Chapter 65: The Second Strongest Warrior＊ Just finished swinging his sword...
Yan Sheng, who had just finished swinging the knife, walked over and heard Suzuki Kawa's words. He knew that Suzuki Kawa was encouraging Yuanyi to study medicine again.
He could understand that only Yuichi could see the problem that Ogawa had since he was a child. It could almost be said that the chance of his head recovery rested on Yuichi.
There was not much time for the intermission. Yan Sheng's servants served him tea and carefully wiped the sweat off the young master's forehead. After all this, it was almost time to continue training.
Yan Sheng reminded Suzuki Chuan that if he felt unwell, he could just go back and rest.
Suzuki Kawa sat on the ground and nodded briefly.
"I went to training."
He had just turned around when the servant brought him his wooden sword, but a thin, calm voice suddenly sounded behind him.
"I want to be the second strongest swordsman."
Jiguo Yansheng was stunned. He was very familiar with Suzuki Kawa's voice, which was tender and clear. His tone was also different from theirs, and he also liked to have some quirks in his speech.
This is--
He turned his head, his dark red eyes reflecting his brother's face.
Yunyi stood up, and the sun-patterned pendant under his ear swayed with his movements. The two brothers had similar hairstyles and similar facial features, but Yunyi's face had more flame-like lines.
Everyone used to say it was "ominous".
Tsugikoku Yoriichi looked at his brother and spoke, repeating, "I want to be the second strongest swordsman in Tsugikoku."
The training ground fell into silence for a moment.
Suzuki Chuan patted his clothes, and Jia Shouzi helped him stand up. The blond child said casually: "Then Yunyi and Yan Sheng should go and wield the sword together."
Jiguo Yansheng's tone was a little dazed: "Just now, did Yuanyi speak?"
The familiar pat on his shoulder came again. Yan Sheng stared blankly. Suzuki Chuan patted him and said, "You idiot, you're making a fuss. People can talk. Take Yuanyi with you to wield the sword."
His overly natural expression and matter-of-fact tone brought Jiguo Yansheng back to his senses.
Yan Sheng wanted to say something, but Suzuki Chuan yawned and turned to look at Jia Shouzi: "Let's go back. I'm sleepy. Let's do it after I wake up from my nap."
Jiashuzi picked up his toys, and Suzuki Kawa put them in his pocket. After letting Jiashuzi pick him up, he looked down at the two brothers and said, "Goodbye."
Yan Sheng subconsciously replied, "Goodbye."
Soon, only he, his brother, a group of servants and sparring partners were left at the training ground.
Jiguo Yansheng turned his head and saw Yunyi still standing there. He took a breath, his eyes sharpened, and he scolded the servant: "Why don't you go get the wooden sword? What are you standing there for?"
"Ah, yes!"
Kazuko carried Suzuki Kawa towards the yard. Suzuki Kawa yawned several times in a row. Just as they passed by Yuichiro's sandat room, they saw a maid running hurriedly and stopped the master and servant.
The maid bowed and said, "Master Suzuki, the lady invites you."
Suzuki Chuan turned his head and looked down at the maid, without making things difficult for her. He just said, "Lead the way."
It goes without saying that the news of Yuichiro's words reached Akeno's ears, but those servants actually ran so fast.
Zhu Nai loved Yuanyi more than his eldest son Yan Sheng.
It seems as if he wants to make up for all the injustice that Yoriichi suffered from his father, and he even argues with the successor state leader because of Yoriichi.
Zhu Nai's yard was the same as when she first arrived, except that the flowers were much more withered. The lady in gorgeous clothes was leaning against a small table, her body becoming increasingly thin.
"Ogawa." She coughed a few times, then tried her best to endure it and waved to Suzuki Kawa.
Kazuko put Suzukikawa on the ground and stood outside the house with other servants.
When Suzuki Kawa saw Akeno, a smile appeared on his face, and he called out crisply, "Mrs. Akeno," then walked over to her and sat down.
Akeno patted Suzuki Kawa's head and said gently, "Ogawa and Yoriichi went to play at the training ground, right?"
"Yes, Yuanyi and I went out to have some fun alone."
Suzuki Kawa took out the two lightweight dule from his arms and showed them to Akeno.
Zhu Nai looked at the exquisite Dule and inevitably thought of the childhood of Yan Sheng and Yunyi. Nostalgia appeared on her pale face and she whispered, "Yuyi and Yan Sheng also played this before."
"Ogawa, Yunyi is speaking, right?" She looked at Suzuki Kawa.
Suzuki Kawa nodded and said as a matter of course: "He wants to learn swordsmanship, so he opened his mouth and said it. It seems that Yunyi really likes swordsmanship. When I come back next spring, I will bring new swords for everyone. I have a swordsmith at home, and he is very good."
He grabbed Akeno's sleeve and said, "Mrs. Akeno, when will my father come?"
Akeno answered him subconsciously: "Tomorrow, Ogawa has to go back and clean up."
Suzuki Chuan opened his eyes wide: "So fast."
"Then I have to go back. Goodbye, Mrs. Akeno."
Akeno looked at Suzuki Kawaden ran out with two children in his arms, yelling at Kazuko to take him back quickly, and laughed subconsciously.
Compared to when he first came, Xiaochuan looks much healthier.
After returning to the yard, Suzuki Chuan ordered several servants to count the luggage. He didn't need to bring anything, as he had much more things at home than here. The main thing was to make a list, and he would have to count it again when he came back next spring.
After giving the order, he went back to his room to sleep.
In a daze, he felt like he had a fever again. Jia Shouzi's anxious voice floated from afar, followed by footsteps. His body was helped up and a bitter medicine was poured into his mouth.
He coughed a few times and fell into a deep sleep again.
The conversation lasted only a short while before the room returned to silence.
Suzuki Kawa had a dream.
He dreamed of a young man with the same blond hair and purple eyes as him, but his facial features were more profound. There were several rings on his eyebrows and also on his lips. His eyes were always attracted to the ring on his lips.
The young man, wearing a black and purple kimono, walked up to him, then bent down, put his arms through his armpits, and picked him up.
"Huh!" The boy let out a surprised sound.
The two already similar faces came closer, and Suzuki Kawa looked at the boy.
As their eyes met, he saw the boy's left eye change color instantly, from gorgeous purple to a dark green like sticky moss, and his deep eyebrows were close together.
He saw dark green color flowing out.
Out of fear, he had to close his eyes, and soon he felt the dark green color rubbing against his fragile eyelids, slightly cold and sticky, and then slowly heated by his skin and softened.
Something seemed to seep in.
Suzuki Kawa suddenly opened his eyes.
The room was dim with only one lamp on. He sat up, and the coldness in the room seeped into the quilt without him noticing. He turned his head to look at the closed window, and it was already pitch black outside.
"Someone come!"
He shouted, and immediately footsteps were heard outside. The door was opened, and the servant came in. The lights were quickly turned on, and the room became bright.
"How long have I slept?" Suzuki Kawa stood up, asked Kazuko to dress him, and tilted his head to ask.
Jiashouzi: "It's past dinner time. I'll have someone prepare dinner now."
Suzuki Kawa looked down at his clothes. It was a white and purple kimono. Kazuko had put a thick coat on him. He was still wearing socks on his feet. They must have been changed by Kazuko when he had a fever.
"Young Master had a fever twice again in the afternoon. Are you feeling better now?" Jiashouzi tied the belt for him, knelt down and took a few steps back, and asked with concern.
"I feel much better. The doctor also prescribed some medicine, right? Give it to me to drink." Suzuki Kawa was in a bad mood. The lights in the house were on, but he wanted to find something to light himself.
He turned his head: "Jia Shouzi, is there something wrong with my eyes?"
Jia Shouzi looked carefully and replied, "Master, your eyes are exactly the same as usual."
Exactly the same?
Suzuki Kawa said "hmm" and took Jiashuzi to the cubicle where they usually ate. He was small and took small steps, so Jiashuzi followed him slowly, and her footsteps made almost no sound on the ground.
There was a slightly cool feeling on his eyelids. Suzuki Kawa found it difficult to describe what the feeling was like, as if a cold ointment was gently applied on them.
"Did the doctor only prescribe me medicine to drink?"
"Yes, sir."
Suzuki Kawa frowned slightly. Could it be that the dream was really weird?
He had heard of many strange stories and legends, and even had some "ominous" rumors about himself, but to be honest, he didn't believe in ghosts or anything like that.
But the boy in the dream was about fifteen or sixteen years old, and the clothes he wore were not the styles he usually saw. Most importantly, his face was exactly the same as his own.
Suzuki Kawa did not eat lunch or dinner. The servants took a long time to bring them to him. During this time, he sat at the table, not saying a word, only tapping the table slowly with his fingertips.
"By the way, is Yan Sheng back?"
He remembered something and turned to ask Jiashouzi.
Jia Shouzi said she was not sure, "There were lights on in the young master's yard, but I didn't hear any voices."
Suzuki Chuan said "hmm" and asked again: "Have you packed your things?"
"Everything is ready."
The blond young master had his back to Jia Shouzi, his eyes fixed on the painting on the wall in front of him. There were many lights on in the room, but there were still some dark corners.
His thin body was wrapped in a white and purple kimono with light purple sash lying on the ground. His back was very straight, without any sign of weakness as usual.
After taking a look, Jiashuzi couldn't help but lower her head. As Suzuki Kawa's close maid, she knew Suzuki Kawa better than others.
This young master from the Suzuki family is much more mature than Young Master Yan Sheng. When Young Master Yan Sheng was five years old, he was still trying to distinguish between good and evil, but Young Master Suzuki seemed to have a complete concept of good and evil.
He has his own logic in doing things.
Although his behavior sometimes seems inconsiderate, or even completely inconsiderate of others...but that is the arrogance of an heir.
When those purple eyes stared at her, she couldn't help but shiver.
The servant finally brought dinner and Jiashuzi breathed a sigh of relief. Suzuki Kawa didn't like being served by others when he was eating.
"Go and see if Yan Sheng is back and ask him to come over." Jia Shouzi bowed and was about to leave the compartment when she heard Suzuki Kawa's instructions.
"If he's not here, just wait for him to come back." Finally, he added, "If it takes too long, tell the people in the yard that I invited him over and you can just go back and rest."
Jiashuzi took the order and left. Only Suzuki Kawa was left in the compartment. The servants were waiting outside, all knowing that he didn't like others to serve him when he ate.
Suzuki Kawa looked at the side dishes on the table, feeling a little absent-minded. He felt that he needed a dignified, polite and amusing heir to lighten his mood.
However, Jiguo Yansheng arrived much slower than he expected.
He finished his dinner slowly, and only when he looked at the empty plate did he realize that he had eaten too much this time.
But he fell asleep at noon, so it's understandable that he ate a little more.
The servant took away the plates. Seeing that Jiashouzi had not returned yet, he returned to his room and casually picked up a picture book to read.
Within three pages, he felt sleepy again.
He asked the servant to come in and take off his clothes. Suzuki Chuan yawned, drank the medicine soup brought by the servant, and prepared to fall asleep.
I always feel that he eats when he is full, feels sleepy when he is full, and sleeps when he is sleepy. This kind of life is really sinful.
Lying in bed, he asked, "Has Jiashouzi not come back yet?"
The servant outside answered through the door, "He was originally coming back, but just as he reached the door, he was called away by the lady for questioning, and he hasn't returned yet."
Suzuki Kawa thought that she must be asking about his recent situation, so he didn't pay any attention and closed his eyes.
In a daze, he seemed to hear the sound of the door being opened. The servants would not disturb him while he was resting, and the cold air was brought in by the door being opened.
His mind was in a trance, but he still forced his eyes open a crack. Seeing a familiar figure, he said, "Yan Sheng? Why are you here?"
Jiguo Yansheng knelt beside his bed and whispered, "Didn't Xiaochuan call me here?"
Suzuki Chuan's slow brain thought for a while, and he almost fell asleep again. After a while, he slowly lifted the quilt: "Then you sleep with me."
Yan Sheng was stunned for a moment, as if he was struggling with his thoughts, but before Suzuki Kawa's impatient voice sounded, he quickly got into the warm bed.
This was the first time he had slept with someone else since he could remember.
The stern words my father said tonight came to my mind again.
And there was the mother's body that suddenly fell down.
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