After locking himself in the room for a while, Imagawa Shigen's anger gradually subsided, and he began to feel annoyed for his bad attitude just now. However, he couldn't bear to apologize now, and started to pace around the room a little irritably.
Looking for something to pass the time. He glanced at the desk and several filing cabinets. They were all filled with densely packed files and documents. There was nothing new. In a wastebasket next to him, he just wrote
I just threw away seven or eight broken brushes - does my brother work so hard on weekdays? Is this the job that the damn house supervisor has to undertake...
Imagawa Shiyuan feels annoyed just thinking about it.
He tried hard to search for some breath of life in the house, trying to find comfort for himself - his future career as a house supervisor should not be so boring, there should always be some entertainment - but he found nothing. So Imagawa Jimoto began to rummage through the boxes and made up his mind.
I was trying to find something, so I finally found a faded and worn-out Cuju in a corner of the closet - I've never heard that my brother likes to play Cuju? When I was a child, my brother couldn't even kick Imagawa, who was many years younger than him.
Yuan.
Imagawa Ujimoto picked up the Cuju and found that although the Cuju was a little worn, it was not dirty. It looked like someone had often taken it out and wiped it. For some reason, the more he looked at the Cuju, the more familiar it looked. After thinking for a long time, he finally thought of it -
—This is the Cuju that he loved to play more than ten years ago in the Imagawa Hall when he was a child.
Imagawa Ujimoto was silent...
Brother, does he always keep it? And... he will take it out and look at it often?
Since you still care about me, why have you refused to visit me or write me a letter for so many years? Is it just to avoid suspicion? Are you afraid of causing trouble to me and my family?
Imagawajimoto sighed and was about to put the Cuju back to its place, but found a small box where the Cuju was originally placed. Opening the small box, there was a thick diary inside. Imagawajimoto opened the diary seemingly casually
As I was flipping through it, I still had some expectations in my heart, hoping that content related to him would appear in my brother's diary. However, this diary mainly records daily life. When I turned to the last few pages, I was a little disappointed when Imagawa Shimoto
When I wanted to let it go, I suddenly discovered a strange passage, that was one day two months ago:
As the sun was rising, I went to Zentoku Temple to visit my brother. My mother went east to Fujinomiya. If she knew that my move would make me angry, it would be a sin to be unfilial. However, I missed my brother so much that I couldn't bear it anymore.
At seven o'clock in the morning, I saw my brother in the temple. Everything was fine. He was still innocent, free and easy. He seemed to have abandoned the Buddhist scriptures and still had not changed from his naughty attitude in childhood. He seemed to be taller and stronger than last year. He seemed to be taller and stronger.
Recite sutras for me, praying that disasters and illnesses will stay away. Although my brother did not read the sutras according to the text, he spoke it in detail. Seeing his talent, I felt very relieved. When asked about his recent diet, he still avoids meat and fish, and he seems to abide by the Buddhist precepts. But this is true.
How can we satisfy our hunger by eating fruits and vegetables when we are harvesting seedlings? Master Xuezhai has no scruples, so why not teach this to my younger brother?
After chanting sutras, my brother returned to the court and played Cuju with a group of young monks. He was so strong that even four or five people couldn't touch him when he was playing Cuju. He only allowed me to be pregnant with him when he was a teenager. At the age of four, he was already good at it.
He said, even Brother Yu is ashamed of himself. After the play, I went back to wash and bathe, and put on his clothes. I hated the smell of sweat and the stains were still the same as when I was young, so I always cleaned myself. Seeing the pleasant appearance, I also laughed.
Before leaving, my brother asked me where the market was, and I told him the address of the new town. Seeing how happy my brother was, he will definitely run away and travel in the future. Master Xue Zhai, don’t be surprised, it’s hard to let go of the brother’s desire to protect his brother.
.
"This...this is..."
Imagawa Shimoto was stunned.
"That... that regular Zentokuji Temple patient with old ailments who told me about a newly opened town at the foot of the west mountain... is my elder brother?"
"But that donor comes often, once every two months...could it be..." Imagawajimoto muttered while quickly looking through Imagawajiteru's diary. Sure enough, basically every two months, Imagawajimoto comes.
You can see a diary of a visit to Zentokuji Temple to visit Imagawa Ujimoto.
Imagawa Shimoto felt a little confused.
The donor who claims to live in Imagawadate Castle Town and is in poor health... No wonder he always goes all the way to Zentokuji Temple to offer incense and pray for blessings; no wonder he doesn't let other more powerful monks chant sutras for him every time, even if I'm not around.
I was specially asked to recite it; no wonder he came and went in a hurry every time, but he still had to chat with me for a few words; no wonder the old man would take more care of him every time and send him down the mountain personally...
Imagawa Shimoto felt that his eyes were a little moist.
The eldest brother has never forgotten him, always thinking about him, and always visiting him.
"Why do you want to hide your identity...Why don't you tell me..."
He quickly turned to the last page of the diary, wanting to see what Imagawa Ujiteru wrote in the last moments of his life, but found that the diary was only fixed on February 13, the fifth year of Tenmon (1536), when he set out for Odawara Castle as a guest.
the day before.
Sigh, the world is in turmoil and the Eastern Kingdom is in chaos. Being in it is like walking on thin ice. Today's well-off family will be separated tomorrow. Today's prosperous family may be in ruins in the coming year. The dignity of the family has passed away, and now the burden of the Sichuan family is all on my shoulders.
. To the west of Mikawa there is the Owari tiger, its eyes are eager; to the north of Suruga there is the fierce army of Kai, which is like a sword hanging in the heart; although the northern section of Kankan has been ruled by the Qin and Jin Dynasties for many years, it is ambitious and must be guarded against. The alliance is only for profit, if
Imagawa is weak and useless, so why should Hojo sit back and watch? At this time, the only thing he can do is visit frequently and make peace with him.
The heavy burden is on my shoulders, and I can't accomplish it without working day and night. However, I am so sick that I have been ill for ten days and seven days. I can't support myself even if I sit for a long time, and the fatigue is unbearable. How can I protect the Imagawa family? Ushiki is ashamed to be strict with his family, his ancestors, and his parents.
Everyone in the Imagawa family. I pray day and night, hoping that my successor will be healthy, smart and capable. But I have no descendants, and the same is true for Hikogoro, and his long-term illness is worse than mine. If the two of us are unfortunate, the family's responsibility will only be
Entrusted to my brother Chengfang.
Although Chengfang is extremely talented, he has disliked government affairs since he was a child. His spirit is free and uninhibited. He should place his love on flowers, birds, wind and moon first, and he can be regarded as a generation of literati and poet. If he was not born in the Wu family, what kind of good thing would he have done? I just lament that there is no one in the family.
It is inevitable that a heavy burden will fall on him, which is a pity. I hope he will not be as weak and incompetent as Brother Yu, and protect Jinchuan on my behalf.
Please.
Please.
Chengfang, Brother Yu is so ashamed of you.
Unconsciously, I wrote hundreds of words to express my feelings. How can I be like a man from the Wu family? It is disgusting. However, it is difficult to control my feelings and I will not be happy if I don’t express them. My brother Chengfang, I wish you well, and I will cherish you. Treat me.
When I return from Xiangzhou, I will go to Shande Temple and ask you to pray for Brother Yu.
Hot tears rolled in my eyes, and I tried my best to hold them back. The words of my late brother lingered in my heart, but I couldn't see him again, which made me extremely sad. What was even more sad was that when my brother was alive, I never knew how much I missed him. Thank you for this.
No words have ever been spoken.
You want me to protect the Imagawa family on your behalf, big brother...
I……
Imagawa Shimoto couldn't bear to read any more, so he closed the diary and put it aside hastily, but found several documents in the box. When he opened it, he saw that they were all replies from Taiyuan Xuezhai to Imagawa Shiteru. The last one was also in the box.
The reply I received in February this year was very brief and not too polite.
Kai Qi
Has Your Highness ever been well? The lack of greetings on weekdays is the fault of this poor monk. I hope Your Highness will forgive me. I am honored to receive Your Highness’s letter today. However, please allow this poor monk to refuse what is said in the book. Your Highness, courtesy gentleman
, invited the poor monk several times to return to Imagawa Hall to serve as the family leader and take charge of the military and political affairs of the family, but the poor monk failed to appreciate the favor and burst into tears of gratitude. He was really ashamed and deserved to die. First, the poor monk had little talent and little knowledge, so he might not be able to take up this post. Second, he was a handsome man.
There are many crises in the East, and poor monks are still needed to guard Shande Temple.
The third is that Chengfang is still young. Although he has great righteousness, he still does not know the ways of the world. The world is dangerous and the poor monk cannot be worried. The poor monk has improper teachings and only teaches him the bright and righteous way, and avoids the heretical ways. But Chengfang has a pure nature.
, so humble that his wings were as sparkling as snow, he really couldn't bear to stain him with dirty blood. The poor monk was so self-willed that he kept him safe in the temple, isolated from the filth of the world. He was afraid that after leaving him, Chengfang would be plotted and framed by others, so he did not
Dare to stay even an inch away. The poor monk is brave and asks His Highness to take back his life. The post of family manager can be entrusted to Master Lengquan. I hope Your Highness will understand the wish of the poor monk and leave the poor monk to guard Chengfang in Shande Temple.
Respectfully
Xuezhai
This time, Imagawa Shimoto couldn't bear it any longer, tears burst out from her eyes, her defenses also quietly collapsed, and she burst into tears.
This old man...didn't he talk about his ambitions on weekdays, didn't he say that he wanted to return to the Imagawa family to take up an important position and show off his ambitions? Why didn't his eldest brother invite him back to be the butler? Why didn't he refuse? What did the letter say?
To protect me... Who would believe this nonsense...
cut…
Imagawa Shigen opened the door and walked quickly to Taiyuan Xuezhai's room. It was late at night, but the lights were still on in the room, and the sound of writing and ink could be faintly heard, as well as Taiyuan Xuezhai's tired yawn.
Stinky old man...
I don't believe your nonsense...
Imagawa Shigen quietly wiped away his tears, rubbed his eyes, then opened the door and walked in quickly, sitting down opposite the desk. Without looking at Taiyuan Xuezhai, he lowered his head to pick up the brush and
The document began to be corrected without saying a word.
Taiyuan Xuezai glanced at the tears in the corners of Imagawa Shimoto's eyes, and was about to ask, but Imagawa Shimoto himself interrupted first:
"Say it in advance, old man, I'm not here to help you out of fear that you'll be tired, nor am I changing my mind and want to be the governor of the house and protect the family or anything like that. This is just a deal." Imagawa Ujimoto said while holding back his tears.
He awkwardly made excuses, "After I finish processing these official documents, old man, you have to find a way to get me flower and bird pictures and a collection of Japanese songs."
"Haha, you are now the governor of the Imagawa family. If you want this thing, the people below who want to flatter you can get it for you with all their tricks. Do you still need to teach me?" Taiyuan Xuezhai laughed and joked,
Imagawa Shimoto's face instantly turned red with embarrassment.
"It's so noisy, old man, hurry up and approve it! After you finish the approval, go to bed! There is really no way...it's damning."
