"The master asked for it. Buddhist disciples should not do such things. I am a doctor, not a killer. You have found the wrong person. Thank you master for me. If you just want to know how long a person can live, I will spend such money."
I can earn, and I prefer to earn. Please take good care of me in the future. For example, Master, you can live at least...not five years, maybe ten years."
Hui Heji glared at Zhu Tong angrily, and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "This is Japan, you have to think clearly about the consequences, Chinese people."
"Chinese people? From whom did the master's Buddhist teachings come? From whom did the master learn his medical skills?"
"You will regret it." Hui Heji said to Zhu Tong, opened the lattice door and left.
Zhu Tong's face was red with anger, but he didn't know who to vent to. He always couldn't stand anger, and it took him a long time to calm down.
"Sir, don't be angry. Monks are politicians in Japan. They can win votes, so they are used to being arrogant." Yukimi Iike appeared in the room and approached with a smile; "I know you were sent by God to help me.
"
"Have you heard what you said just now?" Zhu Tong pretended to be surprised, but in his heart he was like a mirror; if there was no eavesdropping equipment in this house before, now it must be known that even he took a breath.
In fact, even without the reminder from his watch, he should have thought: with such important interests involved, not only the other party must be careful, but he must also be careful.
"I'm sorry, after Grandpa Shi kicked Mr. Zhenghe out, he had some little things arranged. He was afraid that he would be killed, so he had to be careful. Mr. Shi has been in Jiujin for three days. Can I accompany him to appreciate Jiujin?
's garden?”
This sentence was said by Ichi Xuemi in the yard. The wind blew and the cherry blossom trees swayed and the fragrance of the trees surged.
Walking through the long wooden corridor and entering a secluded and dark wooden archway, in an instant, the best part of Jiujin is displayed before your eyes.
In the quiet night, the stars twinkled among the treetops, and the warm fragrance of cherry blossoms drifted in the wind. Zhu Tong took a deep breath, calmed down, and listened to Jingchi Xuemei's eloquent introduction.
"Ancestors will not fool future generations; Jingchi's family motto: be diligent in family affairs, make friends, be careful of evil deeds, and do not become vassals. The most important last eight words: Businessmen and Han are in the same boat, stay away from right and wrong."
In the quiet garden, only a few nightingales could be heard chirping occasionally. Jingchi Xuemei's tone did not change, but she softly and softly spoke another sentence.
"When the Ikeda family took control of the family, Matsui Masaga had already begun to get close to the politicians. After Matsui Shiki took over, they went even further. They were selling out the interests of the Ikeda family to please the politicians. My father had always disliked Matsui Shiki, but there was nothing he could do.
For hundreds of years, we have just been idols supported by them and have no say in matters outside the family. When my father visited me a few years ago, he said that if anything happened to him, he asked me to donate everything in the family. Maybe then
He has realized something. What should I do now? I have become accustomed to this kind of life, and it is impossible to give it all away."
Under the hazy night, the garden in Jiujin seems not as big as the Snow Garden, but it feels much more exquisite. Every corner, every flower and tree is decorated just right, some of the cherry blossoms have withered, and the fallen petals are piled up by their own.
Under the tree, there is still a faint fragrance of flowers.
"What did Miss Xuemei want to say?" Zhu Tong lowered his head and flashed past a branch of the gardenia tree, then stopped and turned around facing the small lake in the garden.
"I would like to ask a favor, sir. I'm sorry..." Jingchi Xuemei was focused on what she was saying. She didn't expect Zhu Tonghui to stop suddenly and almost run into his arms.
"It's my fault." Zhu Tong helped her shoulder. It felt really good, soft and warm; "What do you need me to do?"
"I want to know, how long can he live?" Jingchi Xuemei's voice was a little trembling, and it was not clear whether she was blushing under the darkness.
"How long do you want him to live?" Zhu Tong asked easily, picking off a bunch of cherry blossoms, rubbing them a few times and stuffing them into his mouth; "The cherry blossoms taste good, but a little bitter."
"I hope he lives for at least another six months, and I want him to see with his own eyes the Matsui family being expelled from Jiujin." There was uncontrollable hatred in her voice. Jingchi Xuemei had turned her back to Zhu Tong and sat down facing Xiaohu.
The moon finally came out, and as soon as it crossed the foot of the mountain, it cast a cold glow over everything in the garden. There was also a swaying reflection in the lake. Jingchi Xuemei took off her wooden clogs, put a pair of white feet into the lake and swayed gently,
As a result, a series of ripples swayed away, breaking the original calm.
"Yin, sunny, and round are indeed shadows. They gather and separate without caring; when the stars set in the cherry blossom lake, how to distinguish the true from the false? Sir, do you know this poem?"
"have no idea."
"This is my father's work. He is a poet. Do you know the origin of Jiujin?" This question does not need to be answered. How could Zhu Tong know the origin of Jiujin? So he did not answer and waited for Jingchi Xuemei.
Ask and answer yourself.
"Jiujin represents nine springs. This was a mountain forest at first. My ancestors passed by here while hunting and saw these nine springs, so Jiujin came into being. Is it strange? No more, no less, exactly nine. More
The strange thing is that there are nine springs, seven small and two large. You saw the big hot spring in front, and there are seven small hot springs distributed in seven courtyards. Therefore, Ikeda only invited you to live in it at first. That was where he used to live.
It’s a great place; Jiujin really can’t accommodate many guests. A hundred years ago, there were seven families living in Jiujin.”
"Oh." This is the answer; Bai Jiashu and Zheng Shurong now share a courtyard, and there is also a hot spring. It turns out that Jiujin seems to occupy a lot of space, and the place for receiving guests is really limited. A hundred years ago, Jiujin had
Of the seven families, it seems that only three are left now. Did those four disappear naturally or were they destroyed artificially? It seems to be the latter.
"What's even more strange is that the eight outside are all hot springs, and only the spring in this garden is a cold spring. Someone once said that Jiujin is the place with the best feng shui in Kyoto." Ichi Xuemi put one foot under her skirt,
He raised his head and said, "This is Sakura Lake. When I was a child, Uncle Nomura didn't let me come here, but he doesn't care about me now. I have grown up. Sitting here, I often recall my father's words and smiles. Why? He faced such a beautiful lake.
, why do you feel that way?”
Zhu Tong didn't answer. He didn't know who Nomura was.
"He will suddenly suffer a stroke and become speechless within forty days. He will be conscious but unable to do anything. You can do it, right?"
Is this what a girl with such a pure and beautiful face said? Zhu Tong couldn't believe it, and couldn't help but think of Ye'er, she wouldn't have such vicious thoughts.
"I'm sorry, I can't do it. Miss Xuemei, I'm just a doctor, not a killer." Zhu Tong refused. He really didn't want to get involved in such a complicated and bloody matter, and had already made up his mind: the treatment would be completed within a week.
Return home.
Obviously, this is a loss-making business, and no matter what the result is, it is bound to offend the rich and important people; treating Matsui Shiki is for the sake of dragon and phoenix, so don't let yourself lose all your money.
"Sir..." Ichichi Xuemi sighed and lowered his head; "What do you want me to do before you agree? Money? You must laugh at me, I know you don't need to. Ikeda said that Mr. Ikeda is in Shanghai
I have a lover, very beautiful. But sir, if you promise to help, I will marry you. In this way, you will have great rights. If sir doesn't want to live in Japan, you can go anywhere. No, don't interrupt me
."
Jingchi Xuemei didn't look at Zhu Tong, but felt what he was about to say, so she threw the stone in her hand and landed far away in the middle of the lake.
"I know it's shameless to say this, but... Sir, if it embarrasses you... you don't have to love me anymore. You can go back to Shanghai and continue to date Miss Su. As long as you give me a child, the Jingchi family needs one.
Heir, Mr. Ikeda has many investments in China, and those can be transferred to your name."
The surroundings fell silent, and Ichixuemi said nothing more; the bait had been thrown out, and now it was time for the other party to consider whether to accept it.
"You have a library with many Chinese medicine books?"
Jingchi Xuemei raised her head and didn't understand why Zhu Tong suddenly mentioned this.
The moon had just risen in the sky, and the madness in Jingchi Xuemei's eyes was invisible; "You can get them. There are eight thousand ancient books in the library, many of which are out of print. They were collected by our predecessors and are now all
At Tianye Ranch, if you agree, they will all be yours."
"Due to the war, many things belonging to China were scattered abroad. Dr. Bai is my colleague. He said that Hui Heji used aromatherapy on Mr. Matsui very well. It is also part of ancient Chinese medicine. There are very few people in China now.
Got it. I hope you can send a set of photocopies to Dr. Bai."
"You still don't agree." Jingchi Xuemei squeezed out in despair, "They killed my parents and my brother!"
"Miss Xuemei, I am a doctor, not a killer." Zhu Tong repeated it again. Today, he has said this three times. "Mr. Matsui's illness still needs treatment. Anything can happen. I can't guarantee you.
What. It’s night, go back and get some rest early.”
Jingchi Xuemei is smart. She seemed to hear something from Zhu Tong's words. A smile appeared between her eyebrows and she responded obediently: "Hi Yi."
"I don't understand." Zhu Tong turned around with a smile, and Ichi Xuemei said in surprise: "Sir, this cherry blossom tree is the most famous Luoxia Lady in Kyoto. Please put it..."
The so-called Madam Luoxia now had only half of the tree left. During this period of time, Zhu Tong put the other half into his mouth. Of course, he felt very uncomfortable in his stomach, so he went back in a hurry.
"If Nomura sees it, oh my God, he will go crazy." Xuemei Jingchi held her clogs and trotted barefoot to catch up with Zhu Tong; "Is it delicious?"
"What?" Zhu Tong pretended not to know.
"Mrs. Wanxia, is the fragrance of flowers on your husband's body because he often eats flowers?" Jingchi Xuemei asked innocently. God knows whether she is really naive or pretending to be naive.
"This is also a type of Chinese medicine. You can't eat it, you will get sick. Maybe, you will die." Zhu Tong was half joking and half serious. He did not believe that Jingchi Xuemei would be stupid enough to imitate eating flowers alive.
"But sir, the smell on your body is really good; can I become your teacher and learn the art of eating flowers? Please..." The two of them had already left the garden, and Jingchi Xuemei began to pretend to be young, and wished
Tong could only shake his head modestly.
As soon as their figures disappeared, a dark figure flashed out on the other side of Sakura Lake, and Zhu Tong was so cautious that he didn't notice his presence.