ebookland Chapter 831 Telegram from Fuso Kyoto
Chapter 831 Telegram from Fuso Kyoto
Seeing Fujita Teru wolfing down the fish, Suzuki Taro suddenly became furious. He swallowed the meat in his mouth with two gulps of sake and cursed: "Baga, do you have any sense of superiority? I haven't even started to enjoy it yet, but you've started to eat it!" As Suzuki Taro spoke, he kicked Fujita Teru on the butt.
Fujita Teru was staggered by the sudden kick, and the fish in his hand almost fell, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
He did not refute immediately, but silently swallowed the food in his mouth, and then said in a tone that was almost humble but also a little stubborn: "Master Suzuki, I really... haven't eaten such delicious food for a long time. Please forgive my rudeness, but I really... can't resist."
Seeing this, Suzuki Taro's anger subsided a little. He snorted coldly and said, "Humph, you always find excuses. However, considering your pitiful appearance, I will not pursue it for the time being. But remember, next time this happens, you must wait until I finish eating before you can start eating. This is the rule!"
After saying that, Suzuki Taro picked up the chopsticks again, picked up a piece of fish and savored it carefully.
Fujita Teru's eyes were fixed on Suzuki Taro, his eyes were full of pity and begging, as if he was a wild dog that had been hungry for who knows how long, trying his best to gain a little mercy.
Fujita Teru stuck out his tongue and gently and quickly licked the remaining oil stains at the corners of his mouth. That subtle movement revealed his endless desire for food.
However, beneath this seemingly humble behavior, there was a barely perceptible resentment hidden deep in his eyes. It was an emotion that had been suppressed for a long time, like an undercurrent, waiting to erupt at a certain moment.
Fujita Teru's heart was like a wasteland swept by a violent storm, roaring continuously: "Now both of us have become prisoners of the Chinese. Why can you still enjoy yourself so wantonly and take all the good things for yourself? We should support each other and tide over the difficulties together, but you..."
These thoughts were like sharp blades, cutting through his heart repeatedly, but could only turn into silent cries.
Li Yunlong on the side watched the scene coldly, with a disdainful sneer on his lips.
In his opinion, these two devils, whether it is the arrogant Suzuki Taro or the seemingly humble Fujita Teru, are now nothing more than pitiful creatures driven by hunger.
In Li Yunlong's eyes, their actions seemed so small and ridiculous, like trapped beasts in a cage, no matter how hard they struggled, they could not escape the shackles of reality.
Taro Suzuki finally put down his chopsticks. He had already eaten up the fattest and most tempting part of the fish.
He patted his belly with satisfaction, then pointed to the remaining fish head and skeleton on the table in a condescending manner and said to Fujita Teru: "The rest is all yours."
Upon hearing this, Fujita Teru did not show any change in expression and just nodded silently.
He did not despise these leftovers, because in such an environment, it was a blessing to have something to fill his stomach.
Hot food is much better than the raw fish and potatoes I've been eating these days.
Fujita Teru picked up the fish head and bit it hard without caring about his image. He bit it so hard with each bite, as if he wanted to vent all his dissatisfaction and anger on the food.
And the pair of eyes that were fixed on the fish head occasionally flashed a hint of ferocity.
As Fujita Teru and Suzuki Taro were finishing their meal, Li Yunlong suddenly broke the silence: "Do you know why I gave you a good meal today? Because your emperor's telegram has arrived, and today is the day to decide your fate."
Upon hearing this, Suzuki Taro paused for a moment with his chopsticks in his hand, and a complicated look quickly flashed across his face.
In the past few days, he prayed for the Emperor's response countless times in his dreams, hoping that it would be his lifeline to escape his current predicament.
However, when this moment really arrived, an inexplicable sense of uneasiness surged into my heart like a tide.
Taro Suzuki knew that the conditions proposed by Su Zhengyang in the negotiations were harsh. If His Majesty the Emperor failed to compromise, he would be killed without a burial place.
Although Fujita Teru did not express his emotions as directly as Suzuki Taro, he could not conceal the vigilance and uneasiness in his eyes. He quickly swallowed the last bite of food and glanced at Suzuki Taro secretly.
"You two, pack up and come with me to see the president." Li Yunlong paused, and said with a hint of joking: "You smell like a big jar of pickled cabbage. I don't know how you managed to eat it." He seemed to be quite amused by the two people's miserable appearance.
"General Li, please wait a moment. We will pack up and follow you." Suzuki Taro quickly came to his senses, suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and responded.
He turned to look at Fujita Teru, the two exchanged a knowing look, and then began to clean up.
Li Yunlong waved gently to his soldiers, who immediately understood and quickly brought two wooden barrels from the side.
The wooden barrel was filled with steaming water, which was obviously prepared for them in advance. The rising hot steam formed a sharp contrast with the slightly chilly air in the tent.
Fujita Teru and Suzuki Taro each picked up a piece of worn cloth as a makeshift towel and carefully approached the barrel. They both lowered their heads and began to wash silently. The temperature of the hot water made their faces flush, and it seemed to temporarily dispel the haze in their hearts.
After this brief period of peace, an unknown fate will be waiting for them.
After they finished washing, they stood up, turned their backs to each other, and began to look for clothes to change into.
Suzuki Taro spoke first, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice: "General Li, we need to change clothes, can you step aside for a while?"
There was a plea in his tone. In this place, he was no longer the high and mighty cabinet minister, but a prisoner awaiting sentencing.
However, Li Yunlong did not move at all. He stood in the center of the tent with his arms folded, as if he was examining his prey, with a sneer on his lips.
"If you want to change clothes, change them quickly. I've seen all kinds of things. Stop whining."
Upon hearing this, Suzuki Taro's expression became even uglier, but he also understood that he had no room for bargaining at all.
Seeing this, Fujita Teru also began to change his clothes silently.
There were also complex emotions flashing in his eyes. Here, they have lost too much, including dignity and freedom.
Now, they can only endure it all silently and wait for the judgment of fate.
Li Yunlong, on the other hand, maintained his indifferent expression, glancing back and forth between the two men. After a few breaths, he sneered, "It seems that the stuff you Fuso people have is just like your stature, short and compact, not worth mentioning."
Taro Suzuki and Teru Fujita's faces turned red instantly, they were shocked and angry, but they didn't dare to refute. They could only bite the bullet and put on their clothes quickly.