"Yes!" Yuli led the crowd and shouted in harmony.

After the farewell was completed, everyone began to leave Beifansuo in batches according to the plan.

Everyone from the Nanfang Station rushed to Ryogoku Hirokoji, while everyone from the North Station went to the defense areas they were responsible for tonight.

Because we don’t know exactly when the anti-barbarian group will start taking action tonight, so in order to avoid the dilemma of “not catching up”, Feng Xingsuo specially set the time for tonight’s action in the evening when it is getting dark.

When leading his subordinates to leave Beifan Station, Qingden took a special look at the sky - the current time was probably around 19 o'clock.

The setting sun in the west has disappeared behind the roof ridges, and the sky has begun to take on the color of the setting sun. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the edges of the clouds are inlaid with a deep dark red, making them look solemn and ferocious.

The defense area Aoto is responsible for tonight is located in the northwest corner of Edo. This area is one of the patrol areas Aoto is responsible for on weekdays, so Aoto is quite familiar with that area.

Under the shroud of twilight, the "Sanchai" from the Minami and Hokubansho shuttled through the streets and alleys of Edo, attracting passers-by's frequent glances.

Passers-by were anxiously speculating: Had something big happened again, causing so many "three times" official missions to take action...

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At this moment——

Edo, Fanshu Adjustment Institute, in a certain room——

Rintaro Katsu straightened up from the desk covered with books, stretched and yawned loudly.

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, huh?”

He was halfway through his yawn when the rest of his yawn turned into a surprised sigh.

"It's dark..." Looking at the night outside the window next to him, which was gradually shrouded in darkness, Katsurin Taro then murmured, "Haha... no wonder the light has always felt very dark since just now."

After making fun of himself, Katsurin Taro took out a box of Western matches from his pocket, twisted a match out of the box, and then lit the match with a "pop" sound with a skillful movement.

"Umegoro! Umegoro!" Katsurintaro lit the candlestick next to the table with a match and kept shouting someone's name toward the door.

As soon as he finished calling, he heard a series of rapid footsteps outside the room.

Wow - a young man knelt on one knee and pushed open the door.

"Mr. Sheng, what are your orders?"

"Help me buy a bowl of soba noodles with tempura." Katsurin Taro took out a small money bag from his arms and threw it to the young man. "By the way, I bought two more steamed buns with red bean filling."

"Mr. Sheng, do you plan to work here until late tonight again?"

"Yes." Katsurin Taro glanced at the pile of manuscripts on the desk in front of him, "The Dutch medical book I am currently in charge of is almost ready to be translated."

"I want to finish the last bit of finishing work tonight."

"...Mr. Katsu, would you like to take a short rest?"

Umegoro frowned and continued to advise Katsurin Taro in a worried tone.

"In the morning, I taught artillery skills at the Military Academy, at noon I went to give lectures to Marquis Fukui, and in the afternoon I went back to the Tibetan Shudiao Institute to translate books..."

"You have been working all day today. For the sake of your health, I think it is time for you to stop and take a rest."

"It's okay, it's okay." As soon as Umegoro finished speaking, Katsurin Taro waved his hand, "I'm at my most energetic age now, so I can't be tired with such a workload."

"Go and buy me soba noodles and steamed buns. If you buy my dinner early, I can go to bed early."

The Hoshu Institute - an institution established by the Edo shogunate in 1856 specifically for translating Western books and teaching Western knowledge, gathered a large number of talents who were proficient in Western knowledge or Western languages.

Katsurin Taro now holds two positions. While serving as the head of the Tibetan Shu Diao Institute, he also serves as the artillery professor of the Kung Fu Institute.

Although the work is very busy with one person working two jobs, Katsurin Taro actually enjoys this kind of busyness.

Whether it was teaching gunnery or translating Western books, these were jobs that he was very interested in.

Moreover, both of these jobs can give Katsurin Taro a strong sense of honor.

When he thought that the work he was currently doing was of extraordinary significance and that he was contributing his efforts to the future of this country, Katsurin Taro felt that his body was full of strength.

Translating foreign books can be regarded as Katsu Rintaro's old profession. As early as 6 years ago, when he first entered the political world and started to make a name for himself, his first official position was "Queen Translation of Foreign Languages", responsible for

Translation work of Western books.

Because the shogunate's current reserve of translation talents is still very insufficient and lacks high-level translation talents, even though he has been promoted to the top leader of the Tibetan Book Transfer Institute, Katsurin Taro, a great translator with high attainments in foreign studies,

Seniors still have to frequently go out in person and personally translate medical books, military books and other books that are very difficult to translate.

After telling Umegoro to hurry up and buy his dinner, Katsurin Taro immersed himself in the bookcase again and continued to focus on the translation of the medical book he was currently responsible for.

Seeing that Katsu Rintaro was unwilling to listen to his advice and insisted on continuing his work, Umegoro let out a silent sigh, silently collected the money bag that Katsu Rintaro had just thrown to him, and closed the door.

In the room, the only sound left was the sound of the tip of the brush writing on the paper.

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About 2 hours later——

It's a cloudy day tonight.

A waxing moon hung high behind the thin clouds. Under the cover of the clouds, the moonlight was as hazy as light smoke, flowing quietly in the streets of Edo.

Look up at the sky - it's almost 11pm now.

This time point would be quite late at night in the 21st century, let alone in this ancient society.

The only shops that are still open today are basically izakayas that do evening business, and the only ones left wandering the streets are drunken drunkards and nightingales.

The so-called "nightingale" is a street girl.

A big city with a population of one million like Edo is most indispensable for nightingales who sell their bodies in exchange for a bite to eat.

At night in Edo, as long as you walk on the streets where nightingales gather, you can see a large number of nightingales in colorful costumes standing on the street, flirting with every man passing by, and boldly reaching out to grab them and calling them.

Pay the price for a night of fun with her.

The government has always turned a blind eye to these nightingales.

The street that Qingdeng and his party are currently patrolling has many nightingales.

When they saw that Qingdeng and others were dressed like officials, they stepped aside knowingly and did not come forward to disturb them.

However, there are also a few people who are brave and want to have some fun, or who don't recognize the official attire. They are fearless and take the initiative to approach Qingdeng and others and tease them.

For example, right now: A nightingale wearing a bright red yukata, who must be around 30 years old, with a beautiful face, ran up to Aoshito and his group with a sweet smile, grabbed the hem of the yukata with her right hand and moved it to the side, revealing a very

With her deep line, her left hand lifted up the hem of her yukata, revealing her voluptuous thighs - she didn't even wear a waistband.

The waist roll can be understood as the underwear of women in this era, which is a kind of clothing that is as long as an apron and reaches the calf.

Nagakura's face was tense. Although he tried his best to control his eyes, his eyes still involuntarily glanced at the "big scar" on the nightingale's chest.

Harada was not as troubled as Nagakura. He showed a cheerful smile openly while looking at this nightingale who was very coquettish in manners and dress, his eyes lingering on her voluptuous thighs for a particularly long time.

When the nightingale came towards them, Saito immediately raised his right hand subconsciously, held the knife on his right waist, and stared at the nightingale with vigilant eyes.

After confirming that the woman was not a threat, he put down the hand holding the knife and never looked at the woman again.

As for Toudo... after the nightingale raised his hand to open the skirt of his yukata, revealing the long lines, he immediately lowered his head, his face flushed with embarrassment, without even looking at the nightingale.

This woman stretched out her hand to lift up the skirt and hem of her yukata, directly revealing her deep groove and thighs. This action may be astringent and exciting to people of this era, but for Ayonobu, whose soul comes from the 21st century, his thoughts

There is only "just so-so".

In the 21st century, if you look for any lingerie store, the appearance and movements of the models in any advertising pictures in the store will be more astringent and bolder than this nightingale.

Qingden quickened his pace slightly and got rid of the nightingale who came forward to tease them.

"Haaah...!" Harada, who reluctantly looked back, yawned loudly, and then asked Qingto in a tone with obvious fatigue, "Mr. Tachibana...how long do we still have to patrol?"

when?"

"Patrol until the anti-barbarian group is discovered or Master Fengxing informs us that the operation is over." Qingdeng replied calmly.

Nearly 2 hours have passed since the operation officially started...

During these two hours, Qingdeng and the others have been patrolling the defense area they are responsible for, paying attention to any suspicious movements.

Two hours have passed, and the area Qingdeng and the others are responsible for is as smooth as a mirror. Not to mention the anti-barbarian group, there is not a single suspicious person in sight.

When the operation first started, Nagakura, Harada and the others were looking forward to it and eager to try it.

But after two hours of boring patrolling, the novelty gradually faded away, and the look of anticipation on Nagakura's and others' faces gradually turned into exhaustion.

"We have to continue patrolling..." Harada twitched the corner of his mouth, "I'm feeling a little sleepy."

After saying that, Harada yawned greatly in response to the situation.

"Mr. Orange, can we chat for a while? If we chat together, we won't want to sleep so much."

"No." Qingto rejected Harada's request to chat without hesitation, "Chatting will distract people and prevent them from focusing on the task. If you are really sleepy, I remember there is a creek next to it, you can go

Use that creek to wash your face."

"Okay...if we can't chat, forget it..." Harada sighed, then closed his mouth and stopped speaking.

In the Edo period, which was still an ancient society, it was impossible to have a rich nightlife for people to enjoy.
To be continued...