On September 30, 1536, after leaving a unit of the Imakawa army to station in Yokoyama Castle, the main force returned to Imakawa Pavilion, and each retainer disbanded his troops. After seeing the Imakawa army retreat, the Hojo family also retreated, leaving a unit to enter Fuji Village to monitor the newly surrendered Puhara family, and the main force all returned to Sagami.

In this battle, the Imakawa family was not completely unreal. When they withdrew their troops, they seized the supplies left by the Hojo family in Hamashiyama and many ambush camps in the Aramashiyama Mountain, making up for the financial deficit. Imakawa Yoshimoto also used this as a reason to interfere in political affairs, doubled the existing pension, and distributed it to the families of the fallen people. However, everyone was no longer there, and no matter how much money it was, it was just a matter of expressing one's heart.

After a few days of going to the expedition to the Yuanjiang River, Imakawa Yoshimoto, who returned to the Tianshou Pavilion, seemed to be like a different life. But when I think of the beauty I was thinking about, Imakawa Yoshimoto felt that he was empty in his heart, and he couldn't even see the calligraphy and paintings collected from Xuezhai, Taiyuan.

Miaomiao was spinning around the house, jumped onto Imakawa Yoshimoto's table, moved to Imakawa Yoshimoto's knee and rubbed gently. Imakawa Yoshimoto helped it rub the hair on its back with his hands, but his technique was still not very good. After a few strokes, Miaomiao became uncomfortable. He jumped back to the table and yelled at Imakawa Yoshimoto.

"I am not as good as your mother..." Imakawa Yoshimoto shook his head with a wry smile, his eyes slightly red. Miaomiao noticed the sadness of his master, and immediately curled up slightly, letting out a few listless whine.

"You miss your mother too... right?" Imakawa Yoshimoto scratched Miaomiao's head gently, but what appeared in front of him was the gentle and cute look of ginkgo when he was petting a cat. He felt a little breathless again, stood up and opened the door, and walked out the house.

"Where are you going, Chengfang?" Taiyuan Xuezhai in the office next door heard his footsteps and asked.

"Go out and relax."

"The wound has not been well cared for yet, be careful." Taiyuan Xuezhai reminded him and gave another command, "Remember to bring ninjas and guards."

"Okay." Imakawa Yoshimoto responded, looked at the Earth Atom Sutra that was following, and whispered to him, "It's a little bit far from me, I want to be alone."

"All follow your highness's orders."

Imagawa Yoshimoto rode his horse out of the north gate of Imagawa Pavilion, but he didn't know where to go, so he simply went north and entered the mountainous area north of Imagawa Pavilion. He rode his horse in the mountains and forests, breathing in the clear air, immersing in the quiet mountain scenery, his restless heart calmed a little.

He jumped up to a mountain, climbed to the top, and walked around a big stone, and the back mountain was also intoxicated by the thrilling beauty in front of him. The thrilling beauty in front of him made Yoshimoto Imagawa. The back mountain was filled with maple trees, and the red leaves in the wind were like fire, covering the whole world. The green in the forest seemed like a rare embellishment, reminding the viewer that the true color of the trees was green, not red. Under the clear blue sky, in the green mountains surrounded by the body, the red color impacted Yoshimoto Imagawa's vision, which made him feel unreal. It was as if a cinnabar was suddenly painted in the middle of the scroll of green mountains and green waters.

Unable to help himself, Imakawa Yoshimoto turned over and got off his horse, walked quickly into the maple forest, feeling the autumn wind blowing through his ears, and the sea of ​​fire surrounding him. The ones falling on his head, standing beside him, and stepping on his feet were all red. The colors of the world suddenly became monotonous.

It was not until Ikawa Yoshimoto walked to the end of the back mountain that the green forest reappeared in sight. However, the sudden appearance of the green seemed to wake up the crimson dream. The mood of climbing to the top of the mountain instantly fell into an abyss, and the joy that just now turned into pain, and it attacked Ikawa Yoshimoto too twice.

Yes. The maple is red, it is already autumn.

He will never forget the early summer when he first met Ginkgo. At that time, the forests were green and every leaf was. He hoped that time could stop at that moment, so that everything would stay in the green memories, as if Changpan's sapphire leaves would never fade - he hoped that the feelings between himself and Ginkgo could be like this.

But now my heart has been stained with blood red by the red leaves, as blood red as the torii in front of the shrine. It separates the human world and the god world, and there is no green left? How can I leave a little place to rest for that fragile and beautiful feeling?

This red and this green fit so ironically, as if mocking countless couples who have been determined for life in troubled times, and eventually they are destined to be together. Miss Ginkgo... Are you also admiring the red leaves in the same maple forest, and the same thoughts as me?

"The heart is like red leaves dyeing the temple."

A strange female voice rang in her ears, and she spoke all the turbulent sadness in Imakawa Yoshimoto's heart.

"Chang Pan's autumn scenery matches the king's heart."

Imakawa Yoshimoto wrote the latter sentence without thinking, and his sadness was poured into this poem, as if it was discharged from his body with the syllables, and he felt much better in his heart.

(Author's note: The original sentence of this walnut is: The heart is red leaves dyed with red leaves. It is my favorite walnut since I was a child. It is also this walnut that guided me to choose to learn Japanese diplomacy and write a novel about the Warring States Period. The previous work "Traveling the Warring States Period: Red Leaf Revision" revolves around this walnut. Because I didn't understand Japanese when I was a child, I first came into contact with this translated version, and now I can't find the source of the translation. However, I believe that the Chinese translation of this walnut has a very good artistic conception, even comparable to the original sentence, so I chose to quote the translated sentence.)

It was not until the turmoil in my heart gradually calmed down that Imakawa Yoshimoto had the time to look at the girl who had just given the previous sentence. She was sitting upright under the tree, with black hair like ginkgo, and bangs like ginkgo, with eyebrows and eyes that looked like ginkgo, but had a completely different temperament. She was not as lazy and lively as ginkgo, but was quiet and implicit, and the elegant bookish spirit came to her face, and her body was a little thin.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Chang Pan's autumn scenery is in harmony with the heart of the king... the good sentence, absolutely..." The girl repeatedly recited and savored the second half of the sentence Imagawa Yoshimoto just said, and couldn't help but sigh. Looking at Imagawa Yoshimoto's eyes were full of appreciation and longing. But after a moment, she suddenly felt sad as if she could penetrate the hearts of the people, and then asked softly: "Young Master is missing a beautiful woman?"

"That's right." Imakawa Yoshimoto sat down beside the tree, looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him, chanting a poem on his own, lamenting: "The person who misses lovesickness will not be seen, and there will always be thoughts when he doesn't see him."

——"The most embarrassing thing, when my mood is turning." Unexpectedly, the girl chanted the next sentence softly.

Imakawa Yoshimoto was stunned and looked at the girl. The girl did not have the pain of longing for Imakawa Yoshimoto, but instead smiled, as if she was signaling Imakawa Yoshimoto to continue to make moves. I don’t know if it was because the girl was very similar to Ginkgo, or if Imakawa Yoshimoto wanted to talk too much, he actually decided to reveal his feelings to this stranger by mistake.

"Secret love is avoiding the eyes of others." Imakawa Yoshimoto murmured when he recalled the love between himself and Ginkgo that he could not confess to his family after all.

——"Nothing is like the squids blooming and meeting each other every day." The girl still blurted out.

"In the world, love affairs often occur." Seeing that the girl loves wagan haiku so much, Imakawa Yoshimoto felt a sense of being close to him, and he continued to send his sadness with poems, waiting for the girl to take out those classic works one by one.

——"Why do you have to be a plum blossom?"

"I am helpless, just like a crane in a reed."

——"Day day and night, cry out loud."

"As wept, wept like geese in the air."

——"Today is more recent, and it's been a long time."

"Go away carelessly for you."

——"I miss you every day, even if I don't want to reunite."

"Lightly thunder, hazy sky."

——"Even if there is no rain, I will stay here."

"Things are unpredictable, and Xiangle Mountain has never been destined to be."

——"Now, I'm in love with you at first sight."

...

Imakawa Yoshimoto and the girl sang together, and unknowingly, hundreds of sentences were corrected, until the sun sets westward. From collections of famous poems to the unknown poems, the girl seemed to have read them all. No matter what Imakawa Yoshimoto said, she could always get it right. Such a skill that never forgets me all made Imakawa Yoshimoto, who was gifted since childhood, admired me.

The pain of lovesickness and despair in his heart turned into poems and chanted them, and it was much better to say them. No wonder countless famous quotes throughout the ages have been entrusting their emotions that are difficult to vent. It was not until the sun sets west that Imakawa Yoshimoto remembered that he had not asked the girl's name yet.

"Little girl Frost Leaf." The girl reported her name and looked at Imakawa Yoshimoto's eyebrows and eyes full of spirit, "I have the honor of finding a haiku soulmate for three lives."

"Miss Frostye is too humble. I thought I had already learned a lot in the waka haiku. Today I saw a mountain outside the square mountain." Imakawa Yoshimoto bowed to Frostye and whispered gratefully, "Thank you too for taking the time to relieve my lovesickness."

"The world is chaotic and people are restless. There are not many samurai who are willing to calm down and read books." Frostye looked at Imakawa Yoshimoto's outfit and understood that he was probably a samurai of great status. "This is the first time a samurai is a samurai like the young master. I have seen many literati and poets, and only the young master's knowledge can scratch the 'it' of the little girl. It's really a pity that we met too late."

Then, Shuangye whispered in a sour way: "Your sweetheart is really lucky to meet a well-educated warrior like you, rather than marrying a common man who only knows how to dance guns and sticks and does not understand the charm."

"I will meet again if I have the fate." Imakawa Yoshimoto saw that it was too late and knew that it was time to go back, so he grew up.

Seeing that Imakawa Yoshimoto was leaving, Frostye seemed to have just woken up from the artistic conception of "a talented man and a beautiful woman" in the afternoon, and his eyes trembled slightly. He bit his lip, but in the end he couldn't say that sentence:

Before the maple leaves fall, the little woman will wait in this maple forest.

Imakawa Yoshimoto smiled and snapped his fingers, then turned around and left. Only Frostye was left with clear eyes, watching his figure disappear into the red leaves reluctantly.

When I returned to the Tianshou Pavilion in the evening, Imakawa Yoshimoto's mood was not as negative as before. Sure enough, when I encountered sad things, I still had to say them out. Even if I told them to a stranger, I would be much better.

But when it was late at night, listening to Miaomiao's soft breathing while sleeping, the ginkgo's frown and smile still appeared in front of him. Imakawa Yoshimoto felt unbearable and turned over and searched for something in the cabinet. After a while, he took out a stack of yellow paper from some corner. He lit the oil lamp, sat upright in front of the table, and after some hard work, he folded out a paper ginkgo.

Looking at the ginkgo in front of the fire, Imakawa Yoshimoto felt tears flowing out of his eyes. When he cried, he felt much better.

Since then, he has developed a habit. Whenever he misses ginkgo, he will fold a piece of paper ginkgo to express his grief.

By the end of the year, the small paper ginkgoes were piled up as tall as humans.
Chapter completed!