Naruto: My Own Wind

When two bowls of fragrant rice were placed in front of the two daimyo, the unique aroma of the rice penetrated into their hearts, making people around them drool.

When the Daimyo of Rice Country served the rice, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. He turned around and smiled at the Daimyo of Tea Country, "You are a guest from afar, please have a taste first."

"Alas! You are the host and I am the guest. How can the guest move first while the host does not move?" The Daimyo of the Tea Country narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth, as if Maitreya Buddha were in the world.

"Oh? Haha...that makes sense. In that case, let me taste it first." The Daimyoji of the Country of Rice grinned, picked up the chopsticks, and lowered his head to pick up some rice.

"Wait a minute."

Upon hearing this, the Daimyo of the Rice Country looked up at the Daimyo of the Tea Country in surprise, feeling a little nervous.

"Haha... since I'm a guest coming from afar, can I, as a guest, make a request?" The Daimyo of the Tea Kingdom smiled and spoke in a very gentle tone.

"Please speak." The Daimyo of the United States straightened up, squinted his eyes and stared at the other party.

"Even though I'm sitting here, I can smell the aroma of your bowl of rice, and each grain is distinct and crystal clear." The Daimyo of the Tea Country bowed to the other party, with a strange arc at the corner of his mouth, "So, I have an unreasonable request.

I don't know if it's feasible for the two of us to exchange rice."

“This…” The Daimyo of the Country of Rice’s expression changed slightly, he lowered his eyebrows and turned his eyes away, tapping his thigh lightly with his fingers.

The Daimyo of the Tea Country remained silent, but just stared at the other person with narrowed eyes.

Suddenly, the Daimyo of the Rice Country sneezed, and all the saliva sprayed all over the rice.

"Aha...ha...um, I'm so sorry, this made me sneeze, this...this can't be eaten." The Daimyo of the Country of Rice rubbed his nose, feeling both embarrassed and ashamed.

"Haha..." The Daimyo of the Tea Country sneered, "Since it was an accident, let it be."

"You eat first, I'll ask them to serve me another bowl."

Hearing the words of the Daimyo of Rice Country, the Daimyo of Tea Country laughed, "Yes, it would be a pity if you don't eat such fragrant rice while it's hot."

After saying that, the Daimyo of the Tea Country picked up his chopsticks, and while lowering his head, he gave Zebei a look, then picked up a chopstick of rice, put it in his mouth, wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and chewed gently.

"Mm, not bad, soft, sweet and full of aftertaste."

Hearing the comments from the Daimyo of Tea Country, the Daimyo of Rice Country smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum. He clapped his hands and said, "If it tastes good, eat more. There's still a lot of food down there."

"Of course, I naturally...uh..." The Tea Kingdom suddenly showed a painful expression. He dropped his chopsticks, covered his neck with his hands, and made a uh uh sound.

"Your Highness, you..."

Before Kitazawa could finish his words, the Daimyo of the Tea Country tilted his head and fell to the side.

When Ming was about to fall to the ground, Fengjian held him up. Just as he was about to ask something, he was pushed away by Zebei.

"Your Highness, you...ah! Why are you bleeding?" Zebei's face was pale, his eyes were full of fear, and he grabbed Daimyo's hands and shook them hard.

“I…uh…uh…I…uh…” The Daimyo of the Tea Country’s pupils dilated and he pointed at the bowl on the table. He wanted to say something but couldn’t make it out.

"Your Highness, what are you going to say..."

Zebei had just said half of his words when he saw the Daimyo of the Tea Country rolling his eyes, his body stiffened, his arms dropped, his neck tilted, and he remained motionless.

Seeing this, Zebei's eyes widened, and he stretched out his trembling hand and placed it on the nostrils of the Daimyo of the Tea Kingdom.

A moment later, Zebei let out a deafening scream, "Ah... Your Highness! Why... Why are you leaving like this? You still have..."

Zebei suddenly raised his head and looked at the rice bowl on the table. He gently put down the Daimyo of the Tea Country, stood up and picked it up, turned around and glared at the Daimyo of the Rice Country, "May I ask, Your Highness, why is there poison in this rice?"

"Is... it poisonous?" A glimmer of pride flashed across Mi Zhiguo's slightly panicked eyes.

"That's right, my prince died of poisoning after eating this poisonous rice." Zebei gritted his teeth, his eyes spitting fire.

"This...how is this possible? Don't...don't talk nonsense." The Daimyoji of the United States turned his head and glanced at Weisheng Hu, and the other party nodded with a smile.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Can't you see that my prince has passed away?" Zebei's voice was almost a roar.

Upon seeing this, the Daimyo of Rice Country walked up to the Daimyo of Tea Country, timidly extended his hand, and snorted.

After a moment, the Rice Country looked down with a glimmer of joy in his eyes, then he raised his head and shouted anxiously outside: "Someone, please call a doctor to treat the Daimyo of the Tea Country."

"What the hell are you doing here, Your Highness of the United States? How dare you poison my Highness? Aren't you afraid of causing a war between the two countries by doing this?" Zebei was filled with indignation.

Upon hearing this, the Daimyo of the Country of Rice raised his lips slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile, and slowly walked back to his seat, saying lightly: "Zebei, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want.

So far, the doctor has not come to confirm the cause, and you have cursed your Highness to die of poisoning.

Hehe... Zebei, what are your intentions?"

"Is this still necessary?

My prince's face turned blue, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and he stopped breathing in a very short time. If this is not poisoning, what is it? "Zebei's face was pale, and he was trembling all over. He pointed at the name of the country of rice, "You..."

"What do you mean by 'you'? Can you point fingers at me?" Mi Zhiguo's face was gloomy, and he shook his sleeves vigorously, "You are such a disrespectful thing. I came here because I felt sorry for you this time, so I won't pursue it. If there is a next time, I will definitely not forgive you!"

"You...haha, okay, it seems that you are determined to make things difficult for our Tea Country!" Zebei gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and turned back to look at Fengjian, "Fengjian, please take the body of His Highness away from here."

Fengjian crossed his arms and looked meaningfully at Zebei and the Daimyo of the Tea Country lying on the ground. The corners of his lips twitched slightly.

This Daming is so unprofessional in acting. Can you please stop moving your eyebrows? If people notice, all your efforts will be wasted.

Although he didn't know why Daimyo and Zebei were acting, Fengjian still suppressed his smile, remained expressionless, and prepared to carry Daimyo away as Zebei said.

"Wait!"

A loud voice sounded at the door.

Zebei and Fengjian looked up at the same time.

I saw a man walking in from the door. He had a round face and a slightly plump figure. At first glance, he looked somewhat similar to the Daimyo of the Tea Kingdom.

“You…you…” Zebei’s pupils dilated and he pointed at the other person, unable to speak.

"Haha... Zebei, you didn't expect to meet me here, did you?" The man had his hands behind his back, and the pride in his laughter was not concealed at all.

"You! You! You guys!" Zebei pointed at this man and the Daimyoji of the Country of Rice, anger burning in his eyes.

"Haha...surprising or not? Surprising or not!" The Daimyoji of the Country of Rice showed a smug smile and spread his hands towards Zebei, looking as if he was so angry that he wanted to kill him.

He ignored the Daimyo of Mi no Kuni and looked directly at the slightly plump middle-aged man who came in later. "Long-san, why? Why did you do this?"

Hatred flashed in Long Sang's eyes, and he raised his hands high, "Why? Haha...you ask me why!

Well, let me tell you, why is he a famous person but I am not, just because he is two years older than me?

Why? He is older than me, but he is better than me in every other aspect!

Humph! If I were a daimyo, I would definitely be a hundred times more powerful than him in laughing. "

"Hehe...hahaha..." Zebei's sudden laughter made Longsang and Mizhiguo feel puzzled and very unhappy.

So, Long Sang roared, "Zebei, at this time, are you still in the mood to laugh?"

"Haha... I'm laughing at you for being a frog in a well, trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm." After laughing, Zebei stood with his hands behind his back.

"You...you...very good, in that case, then just let him go!" Long Sang's face was distorted and his eyes flashed with hatred.

However, Zebei looked indifferent and didn't care about Longsang's anger at all.