"Kneel down!"

“Hayi…”

In front of the Golden Buddha, Hirobu Ito was as humble as an ant. Russia touched the tatami, her butt was sticking out, and her cold sweat was pouring out layer by layer!

Sakamoto Ryuma sat in front of him. At this moment, he was like a golden arhat, with endless pressure pressing Hirofun Ito to the ground.

Time passed minute by minute, and the tatami under Ito Hiroman's body had been wet with sweat, but the monk Long Shin still didn't speak.

The pressure like Tarzan did not dissipate at all, and Ito's emotions were about to collapse!

Finally, he used all his strength and the last bit of courage to speak, "Please... the elders give me some advice... what is the disciple wrong..."

"Shut up! What qualifications do you have to call a disciple? Have I accepted you? Have I taught you? Are you willing to listen to me?"

"Elder... no no no... master... beg for mercy... I am willing to listen to the master's teachings!"

"What's wrong with my disciple? Please tell me clearly!"

"Haga!" Sakamoto Ryuma stood up and kicked it over, kicking it on the shoulder. Ito rolled out of the hall like a ball and fell into the yard.

But Ito did not disobey at all. He got up and rushed over and knelt down, and said humbly, "Please give me advice..."

"Haga..." Ryu Sakamoto immediately kicked another ball, and the ball was kicked into the yard again, and then Ito got up and knelt down!

After three rounds and turns, Ito fully demonstrated the Japanese's performance of superiority and inferiority in their bones. There was no trace of resistance from beginning to end. He dared not have any unhappy expression on his face, and he always had panic and humility in his eyes!

Ryuma Sakamoto sat on a low stool, looking at Ito's submissive look in front of him, a trace of reluctance suddenly surged in his heart!

He suddenly remembered that a long time ago, when he was a young and inferior samurai, he did not dare to disobey the bullying of the superior samurai. What was the difference between himself and Ito at that time?

Back then, Sakamoto Ryuma was one of the lowest samurai in the Tosa vassal family. Not to mention seeing the vassal lord, even if he saw the high samurai, he would kneel beside the road and dare not look up!

Even if there is a pool of mud on the side of the road, you have to kneel down and not feel dissatisfied at all!

I was so similar to Ito at that time!

"Is it you who contacted the British? You sent Audrey to Lin Zhen's house? You asked Mrs. Ah Chou to send Cai Bixia? You are the driving force behind this conflict, right?"

"You're crazy! Do you don't want to live anymore? Do you know the consequences of doing so?"

Ito finally waited until Ryuma Sakamoto said the problem, and the pressure of the thousand-pound weight was finally pouring out!

"Hay..." Ito said in a crying voice. "No mistake... it's all my work... I arranged all this!"

"But I don't think I'm wrong! I'm considering Fusang for the next hundred years!"

"Baga..." With a loud slap, blood flowed from the corner of Ito's mouth.

But Hirobuki Ito didn't even wipe it. He knelt on the ground but his waist was straightened, facing Ryuma Sakamoto indifferently!

"Master... You are the Fusang people with the highest status in the Chinese clan! You even have the noble dragon bloodline of the head of state. You should be the patron saint of our Fusang people!"

"Don't you really understand what I'm doing?"

"My plan will not be hidden from you. I am just like an ant in front of you. As long as you speak, I can dig my stomach here immediately!"

"But... After I die, please come out and take over this force, and protect the peace of all the people in Fusang!"

"What are you going to say? Where are the Chinese people going to give you any uneasy days? Did the head of state have the same words as equal to all people in the Chinese code?"

"Which one of the Fusang merchants, workers, students, and five elements and eight works was oppressed? Except when the Chinese people first founded the country, they were punished by the Shimazu family's colonial rule over Naha!"

"The Head of State once issued punitive taxes... We Fusang people have to pay a lot of more taxes! But so many years have passed, and the punishment policy has ended!"

"Now even tax collection is equal. What else do you have to be dissatisfied with? You said I would not come out? When the Chinese Parliament abolished the previous punishment policy, did you think I was sleeping behind?"

"Baga! You are actually colluding with the British now, stumble on Xiang Ying and Cai Bixia! You are crazy about power!"

Ito Hirobuki's two lines of clear tears were left on his cheeks at this moment, and his expression suddenly became extremely aggrieved. "Yes... I'm crazy about power!"

"What I have to do is to support the prince well. In the future, the prince will become a wise king and will be the emperor who can be recorded in the history of the world!"

"This is my only purpose. I am a vine, and the prince is that big tree! I just want to support the prince to move towards greatness!"

"Others can't do it! Xiang Ying can't do it! If he comes to power, he will divide the prince's rights!"

"Not only that, this Xiang Ying is too dangerous... He hates us Fusang people!"

"Master! Have you not understood it yet? What does the stormtrooper believe in? He even wants to upgrade to the storm party! He wants to implement the policy of only Han nationality first!"

"They should take the Ming Dynasty as a standard line. All ethnic groups that integrate into the Han ethnic group in the Ming Dynasty are the core Chinese. Those who integrate into the Ming Dynasty after the Ming Dynasty are the targets for preparation!"

"Where is our Fusang? We had a war with China during the Ming Dynasty! Xiang Ying looked down on us from the bottom of his heart!"

"Wuwuwu..." Hirobu Ito lie on the tatami and howled and cried bitterly.

"Master... Look at how Xiang Ying's faction deals with the Eight Banners of Manchus! My intelligence network has already smelled a different smell!"

"Xiang Lin and his group are going to commit genocide! They want to kill all the Eight Banners people, leaving no one behind!"

"They can deal with the Eight Banners Manchus like this now, and they can deal with us like this in the future!"

"What can I do? I must leave a way out for us Fusang people! We do not have the strength to resist. Now the Chinese military power is too strong, and we are not our opponents!"

"Who else can I count on besides the prince? Do you expect you? You are in seclusion, and it is difficult for us to meet you!"

"So I have to praise the prince to the throne. We must let the prince take real power, which is the absolute right that can suppress Xiang Ying!"

"Only in this way can I have the rights and protect our compatriots!"

Sakamoto Ryuma's face was completely bloody, "Why is this! Why is this... Xiang Ying and Lin Zhen can't do it, really can't do it!"

"Haha...haha...I don't know? Master, do you dare to take a gamble?"

"What are you betting on?" Sakamoto Ryuma asked.

"Betting on the life of Emperor Tongzhi!"
Chapter completed!