This is My Juggernaut Journey

"That would be a pity."

A few meters behind him, Musashi, who was chatting with Munemo Yagyu, opened his mouth wide, thinking that he was having auditory hallucinations, but now that there were so many people, it was not convenient for her to go up and ask, but fortunately, she arrived at the dining room soon.

Everything is in a traditional style. The guests kneel and sit on both sides. There is a small table in front of each person, on which there are miso soup, fish, rice, pickled radish and shallow wine glasses.

In addition to Yuzuru and others, there are also high-level officials from Shimosongguo as companions, including the old man Feng Xing and Masayuki Matsudaira whom I have seen before. Those who are at the level of a senior general are not qualified to come here for dinner.

Everyone knelt down one after another, and the daimyo at the head held up a thin wine plate, looked around and said, "Now the Xiazong Kingdom is in crisis, so everything is kept simple, and this first glass of wine is given to the martyr Yuzuru Himura and others. They have a long history of martial arts, and make new achievements, cheers!"

"cheers!"

The dignitaries of Shimosou Kingdom are sincerely grateful, and if Okada Izou is allowed to continue to mess around, no one in this room will be able to escape.

Yu Xian took a sip, felt that the wine plate was small, the taste of the wine was light, too much elegance, not enough heroism, and he couldn't help but feel itchy.Fortunately, after toasting, it was time to eat. He picked up the chopsticks, and a head protruded furtively from the side, and he knew it was Shinmen Musashi without looking at him.

"Hey, is what you just said true?"

"Which sentence?"

"It's the one with a wife."

The chopsticks that were holding the fish stopped, Yuzuru turned his head slightly, but seeing Musashi's gossiping face, he snorted angrily: "It's true, I don't lie, what's the matter, don't you think I shouldn't have it? "

"Should! Don't look at me like that. I'm only interested in beautiful boys. Whether you have a wife or not doesn't matter to me." The girl lowered her eyes, she was still full of vitality, but she always felt that something was missing.

"Then you mean I'm ugly." Yuzuru was a rare trickster, he could see Musashi's dejection, but so what?

Love the new and dislike the old?Or lie across the plane, because you will never be exposed?

Sorry, can't do it.

Yuzuru lives upright, even if she wants to open a harem, she doesn't bother to use lies!

"Hmph, let's be so-so!" Musashi quickly shook off the gloom. She is good at swordsmanship, but she really doesn't understand anything else.

She sat back, touched her chin and wondered why she was unhappy, thinking that this was not in line with her style, the girl took a deep breath, stretched out her chopsticks, picked up her favorite grilled fish, put it into her mouth, chewed it a few times and then put it in her mouth. Stop slowly.

It is obviously the chef's craftsmanship, but why, why is it tasteless?

PS: Ask for the blade!

Chapter 310 Six Eavesdroppers

The meals of the famous family were exquisite, but they were not very filling. They were full of small dishes, and they were too embarrassed to ask others to refill after eating. Besides, there was Yagyu Sokichi, and the three of them left after eating hastily.

The three of them were arranged to live in the city tonight, not in the castle tower, of course, but in a small courtyard near Ichijomaru. It was a Japanese-style courtyard with a rockery pool, which was much more comfortable than the broken thatched cottage in Qianzi Village.

"My lord, if you need anything, please let me know at any time, good night." The bed was already made in several bedrooms, and the little surname with the knife bowed deeply, and closed the door by the way.

Yuzuru sat down on the ground, glanced at Musashi who was still staring at the door, and gently threw a pillow over.

"Hey, your saliva is about to flow out, so you like beautiful boys so much?"

"No way!" The girl wiped the corner of her mouth, turned her head and snorted softly, "Is it wrong to like beautiful boys? Don't you men just stare at the maid like a thief!"

"Don't talk nonsense, the poor monk has never looked sideways!"

"I'm sorry, I'm just pointing..."

Musashi was apologizing for his accidental injury, when another pillow was slapped on the face, the girl was a little angry now, she opened her teeth and claws to teach Yuzuru a lesson, but the latter dodged to the side, turned his face and became serious faster than turning a book.

"Okay, that's enough of the nonsense, let's get down to business."

clam?

The girl who was clutching the pillow was stunned for a moment, but seeing Yuxian's serious expression, she couldn't help kneeling down, as if there was trust and expectation in her subconscious.

After winning another round, Yuxian's mouth twitched a little, but quickly calmed down, and said straight to the point: "There is something wrong with Yagyu Zongji, we must take precautions."

Too lazy to play tricks, point it out directly.

"No way, although the old man is a bit serious, he won't be the internal response of the vengeful spirit!" Musashi chatted with Yagyu Sokichi for a while before eating, and the latter tended to ignore him, but apart from the incompatibility, there was nothing unusual about it. Happening.

"Your Excellency Yuxian, this is an important minister of the shogunate, what evidence do you have?" Baozangyuan Yinshun asked rhetorically, thinking for a long time but still didn't know what clues there were.

"intuition."

"Future vision or clairvoyance?"

"It should be regarded as a prophet. Isn't there such a guy in the heroic spirit? You can just treat me as them." On Fudge, Yuzuru can withdraw a hundred theories. There are two traversers in the room, the prophet Of course it exists.

It just so happens that the monk himself is a supernatural phenomenon of sanctification after death. Since he can become a heroic spirit, what else in this world cannot be explained?

"I see." Yinshun nodded solemnly.

"Wait! Why did you just believe it! And you acted like it was a matter of course!" Musashi tilted his head and waved his hands again and again.

Yuxian frowned slightly, and said with a smile: "You time traveler, can't even accept this? If you return to the Heian era someday, you will become a prophet."

Musashi opened his mouth slightly, and after thinking for a long time, he answered, "I don't know anyone except Abe Seimei, no, I only know Abe Seimei's name, how can I become a prophet?"

"Uh, it's because you didn't learn...who!?" Yuxian was about to complain about the low culture of girls, but suddenly his expression changed and he stood up. The kunai pierces through the paper door.

clang clang-

There was a crisp sound of hammering iron outside, and a petite figure had already bounced Kunai away with a short knife. Just as she landed, the violent wind rushed towards her.

The lightning flashed like thunder, and Yuxian rushed forward with the breath of thunder, and drew his sword without saying a word.