nucmednet Chapter 830 Starving Ghost Reincarnation
Chapter 830 Starving Ghost Reincarnation
Taro Suzuki and Teru Fujita were squeezed into a narrow and dilapidated tent, surrounded by mottled walls and breathable curtains. The cold wind occasionally penetrated the gaps, bringing a biting chill.
The tent was dimly lit, barely illuminated by a few weak oil lamps, and the air was filled with a sense of depression and dullness.
Taro Suzuki sat on a rough wooden board, holding tightly in his hand a yellowed telegram draft, which he had sent to Kyoto with great hope three days ago. It recorded in detail every detail of the negotiation with Su Zhengyang and the other party's harsh demands.
However, time seemed to have stood still, and the Emperor's reply was delayed. The wait was like a heavy burden weighing on his heart, making him unable to sleep or eat, and his days seemed like years.
His eyes sometimes looked blankly at the dark night sky outside the tent, and sometimes fell anxiously on the telegram in his hand. Every time he flipped through it, it seemed to remind him how embarrassing and helpless he was.
The food was still the same monotonous and boring raw fish and potatoes, which even servants would not even look at in peacetime, but now became their necessities to maintain life. Every bite was like chewing endless bitterness and humiliation.
Fujita Teru looked at Suzuki Taro silently from the side, his expression equally solemn.
He knew that the torment in Suzuki Taro's heart was far beyond words. In this simple tent, they not only lost their dignity as Fuso ministers, but also lost their former quality of life and freedom.
Taro Suzuki's heart was filled with endless longing for Kyoto.
He longed to return to that prosperous city, where there were the gentle smiles of his twenty-three concubines, and there were magnificent mansions, every corner of which was filled with the warmth and comfort of home. But now, all of this has become an unattainable dream.
He returned to Kyoto in his dreams countless times, and those beautiful scenes emerged in his mind like phantoms, but after waking up, he was still faced with the cold reality and endless waiting.
As time went by, Taro Suzuki felt increasingly depressed.
He began to doubt whether he could still wait for a call back from the Emperor, and whether he would still have the opportunity to return to Kyoto and regain his former glory and dignity.
During this long and agonizing wait, he could only pray silently, hoping that fate would favor him and allow him to escape from this sea of suffering as soon as possible and gain a new life.
The night was deep and silent. Li Yunlong's figure stretched out in the dim firelight. With a playful smile, he stepped into the small and cramped tent of Suzuki Taro and Fujita Teru.
The accompanying soldiers carried simple food boxes, which exuded tempting aromas. The golden color of the roast chicken, the mellow fragrance of the braised fish, and the sour and spicy taste of the cold dishes became a sharp contrast and irony at this moment.
"Hey, how did you two get into such a mess? You must have eaten so much potatoes these days that you can hardly poop." Li Yunlong's voice was full of obvious sarcasm. "You are starving like wolves. I am a soft-hearted person, so I brought you some food as a solace gift."
Upon hearing this, Suzuki Taro and Fujita Teru's faces turned pale, but due to the situation, they could only force a smile and stand up to greet him respectfully. Suzuki Taro tried to make his voice sound steady: "General Li, you are really... generous and magnanimous. We are very grateful."
Fujita Teruya quickly agreed: "Yes, we will always remember General Li's kindness."
Li Yunlong sneered, put the food box on the table and opened it. The tempting aroma instantly filled the entire tent, causing the two men to swallow unconsciously.
He deliberately slowed down his movements, enjoying the feeling of control at this moment: "Eat, you're welcome, maybe this will be your last decent meal."
In the dim tent, the lights flickered, illuminating the greedy and eager faces of Taro Suzuki and Teru Fujita.
The roast chicken was cut into eight pieces and scattered on the simple wooden board. The golden chicken skin was shining with an attractive oily luster, especially the two chicken legs, which became the focus of the two men's eyes.
Suzuki Taro's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and he reached out and grabbed a chicken leg almost instinctively. However, as soon as his hand touched the warm meat, another hand suddenly slapped it down. It was Fujita Teru's hand.
"Sir, please go first." Although Fujita Teru said this, the strength in his hands did not relax at all, and his eyes flashed with extreme desire for food.
Taro Suzuki was stunned for a moment, then realized his own gaffe.
As Fujita Teru's superior, he should have maintained his composure in such occasions, but at this moment he seemed to be driven by hunger and had lost his usual calmness.
"No, Fujita, you and I both know that this has not been easy for us during this period. You should eat first." He tried to make his voice sound calm, but the trembling in his tone betrayed him.
Seeing this, Fujita Teru sighed and slowly loosened his hand, but did not immediately take the chicken leg. Instead, he looked at Suzuki Taro with a complicated look: "Sir, if you don't eat it, I'm afraid I really can't control myself."
Taro Suzuki gave a wry smile, reached out to pick up the chicken leg, took a big bite, and the delicious taste of the chicken exploded in his mouth.
Seeing this, Fujita Hui quickly picked up another chicken leg, and the two began to quietly enjoy this rare "feast"
The two of them ate with their mouths full of oil, their eyes turned green, and chicken bones were scattered all over the floor.
The roast chicken had been torn into pieces, with only the remaining chicken butt lying alone on the edge of the plate, emitting a faint meaty aroma, but it unexpectedly became the focus of a new round of dispute between the two.
Suzuki Taro's eyes flashed with cunning, he stretched out his hand to take the chicken butt, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Fujita, don't forget, I am still your superior. This last chicken butt should naturally be enjoyed by me."
Fujita Teru's face changed slightly when he heard this, but he immediately regained his composure. He looked at Suzuki Taro and said with a hint of stubbornness in his voice, "Sir, that's wrong. You were the first one to eat the whole roast chicken just now, and you ate much more than I did. This little chicken butt is just a little compensation for me."
Suzuki Taro sneered, and didn't seem to be willing to give in easily. He suddenly reached out and grabbed the chicken butt as fast as lightning, and put it into his mouth without hesitation. While chewing, he glanced at Fujita Teru with his sharp eyes as if to say, "This is my privilege as a superior."
When Fujita Teru saw this, his face turned pale instantly, his hands clenched into fists, and veins bulged.
However, reason eventually overcame impulse. He suppressed the anger in his heart, slowly unclenched his fists, lowered his head, and avoided Suzuki Taro's provocative gaze.
Seeing this scene, Li Yunlong couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, with a playful light flashing in his eyes.
He deliberately cleared his throat, with a hint of teasing in his voice: "Oh, it seems that the two adults really love food. But don't worry, I still have a braised fish here."
Fujita Teru was delighted when he heard this, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw. He immediately turned his eyes away from Suzuki Taro's slightly embarrassed eating posture, stood up suddenly, and almost pounced on the plate of braised fish.
He didn't care about the scalding heat of the fish. He just grabbed a piece with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth in big mouthfuls. The heat made him gasp, but his desire for food made him unable to care about anything else.
"It's... delicious! It's... really delicious!" Fujita Teru said vaguely, and before he had completely swallowed the fish in his mouth, he started chewing again. His face was full of satisfaction and relief, as if at this moment, all the fatigue and humiliation were temporarily relieved.