[Net King] Throwing down His Highness

Genichiro Sanada led the order to Shizi's mansion. Yukimura was sitting on the edge of the stone table in the courtyard, playing chess alone. Seeing Sanada coming, he threw the chess piece and beckoned him to come.

Seeing two waiters standing beside him, Sanada knelt down respectfully and saluted, and when the waiter retreated, Yukimura hurriedly pulled him up, "I said it all, don't be so restrained and polite, you are my right-hand man, just like a brother , riches and honours, even women, can be shared.”

Yukimura's smile was bright, and he talked sweetly early in the morning. Sanada had been with him for a long time, and had been tricked countless times by him. He had long since developed a vigilance like an animal's sixth sense, so he blushed and stared at him. Yukimura, "Your Highness has any orders, just say it."

"Don't be nervous, I don't have any special orders." Yukimura took Sanada's hand and sat down across the stone table, "Well, I'm leaving for a few days. The newly recruited army can only do training. It's too much work for you alone."

"Hey, where are you going?" Sanada felt strange, it was indeed a bit sudden.

"Isn't it my birthday next month? The master in the temple has calculated that I will be unlucky this year. I need to fast and chant scriptures in front of the gods and Buddhas for a few days, so that everything will go smoothly and all evils will not invade."

Yukimura didn't change his face when he said a set of nonsense, and Sanada didn't doubt it. Although he didn't believe it himself, but Yukimura is the future Lord Lihai, it's better to be more cautious, so he nodded readily, "Okay, don't worry. Well, leave the matter of the new army to me."

"Hahaha, I knew, Genichiro, you are the most reliable!" Yukimura happily patted Sanada on the shoulder.

For such a trivial matter, Yukimura would make a big fuss and overreact, right?And why does the smile on his face seem exaggerated and hypocritical?

Sanada just had a momentary intuition and didn't have much doubt. He is an efficient person, so he stood up and said goodbye immediately, "I'll go back and order someone to pack up. I'll be living in the barracks for a few days."

"Alright, thank you for your hard work." Sanada had only walked a few steps when Yukimura suddenly remembered something, and before he could think about it, he stopped him, "Hey, Genichiro, wait a minute!"

"Is there anything else to explain?"

"This, that..." Yukimura mumbled, as if a little embarrassed, his cheeks were still slightly flushed.

Sanada turned back again, waiting for Yukimura with some doubts.

Yukimura looked around to see if there was no one around, leaned close to Sanada, swallowed his saliva, and lowered his voice, "Well, Miss Matsu, have you met?"

"Ah!" Sanada exclaimed, and jumped back far away, looking at Yukimura with panic, his face flushed even redder than the latter.

what happened?Why would the well-behaved prince ask him this question?Could it be, could it be that the dream I had last night, can I still see some clues now?

Sanada has always boasted that he is a gentleman, a man of glory, but he never expected to have such an unbearable dream!

In the dream, he came to a fairyland-like place with fragrant grass and flowers, flowing springs and waterfalls. Unfortunately, he lost his way. When he was winding around, he saw a woman standing in front of him with her back to him. She was wearing a white robe. , the bright red belt, and the long satin-like hair are really beautiful.

He was about to go to ask for directions, when the woman suddenly turned around and waved to him, seeing her face clearly, she was so shocked that she, she was the witch that he met in Seta Shrine!

Seeing that he was standing still, the woman took the initiative to run over, throwing herself into her arms, the indescribable intimacy, he just stretched out his arms to hug her, thinking whether to stroke her hair or kiss her cheek, suddenly his chest tightened. Pain, looking down, half of the gleaming blade has already pierced into his body!

So before dawn, the roar coming from Master Sanada's bedroom scared the whole house up and down.

After waking up from the nightmare, Sanada blamed himself deeply, had all his years of practice been in vain?It's just that because of the engagement, I started to think about women, and I didn't think about my fiancée.

The most terrible thing is that Sanada found that something in his belly was so excited that it was so high that it made him feel ashamed and angry.That witch, in his mind, is obviously a god-like existence, why would he blaspheme her so much in his dream?

Thinking about it, I was thinking too much and being insane, so just now when Yukimura asked him to run the army, Sanada could not have wished for it. In the barracks where the military discipline is strict and men look up and down, they are pure-hearted and ascetic for a few days, just to kill their evil spirits fire.

Unexpectedly, Yukimura suddenly brought up this topic again, why not make Sanada feel guilty?

"Ah, why are you so excited?" Sanada's overreaction also scared Yukimura, and after thinking about it, he guessed the reason.

Seeing Xianichiro's distraught appearance, needless to say, Miss Song's dignity, she must be able to worship Kuwabara, forget it, if I can't handle it, I'm really a brother and sister to him, so I won't say anything that hurts others.

Yukimura was upset, and he was not in the mood to flirt with Sanada. Instead, he looked at him with soft eyes, and sighed with infinite compassion, "Oh, there is nothing you can do about this kind of thing. Fortunately, you can always meet someone you like. woman, eh?"

Sanada was completely shocked, Yukimura could really see the bottom of his heart, he couldn't hide anything from him!He is destined to be his master and must be loyal for life!

It's a pity that his master held his hands behind his back, shook his head, and left on his own. Looking at his not-so-tall back, he seemed to be thinking heavily.

Atobe Keigo wore a gorgeous dress and sat on a high platform with a large chair covered with soft fur cushions under him. Behind him stood a row of swords and swords. Under the bright sunshine, the big banner of the rose family emblem fluttered fiercely in the wind, and there were crowds of people under the high platform, including people watching the excitement and warriors waiting for their skills.

Seeing the grand event that he had single-handedly planned, Atobe was elated, but he still had some regrets. Another samurai who was more skilled on the stage was overturned by his family general Hikichiro in a few rounds, and went down dejectedly.

There are quite a few warriors who come here to compete. It seems that the Ice Emperor and himself still have some appeal. Unfortunately, among these people, there are not many who are truly capable. After all, the Ice Emperor warriors are already very strong. Or is it that the capable people in the world have almost been recruited by those big feudal states?

Looking up at the shadow of the sun, it was almost noon, and Atobe was a little tired. The deacon, Hochotaro, walked to the center of the high platform, cleared his throat, and just opened his mouth to say "Everyone", suddenly a young samurai lined up. He came out of the crowd and jumped onto the stage, which shocked him a lot.

The young warrior was about fourteen or fifteen years old, his appearance was still childish, but his air was very arrogant. There was a shallow cross scar on his forehead, and two sabers, one long and one short, were stuck in his waist.

Feng came back to his senses, looked the boy up and down, and cast a questioning look at Atobu, who nodded in agreement, Feng then politely asked: "Are you also here to compete in art, please report your hometown and surname first."

"My name is Fuji Yuta, whoever wants to compete with me, come out quickly." The boy looked very impatient, raised his jaw, and swept across the faces of the Ice Emperor warriors on the stage one by one.

There was a cold snort behind him, it was the trusted general Ryo Shido, he had the strongest temper, presumably he was annoyed by the young man's attitude.

Atobe didn't look back, smiled slightly, snapped his fingers, and casually pointed to a person behind him. The one who stepped forward was the son of the Taki family, Taki Hagi's mustard, who was the acting vassal of the ice emperor.

Taki asked the boy named Fuji Yuta, "Do you want to compete in fists or weapons?"

Fuji Yuta frowned, as if he thought he was troublesome, so he said stiffly, "Whatever!"

Taki held back his anger, but in the face of the public and Atobe, he had no choice but to hold back his temper, "I don't want to hurt anyone, so let's have a fist fight, if I can't beat you within [-] rounds, you will win. "

"It just so happens that I don't want to hurt you, so don't bother, I can't beat you in ten rounds, even if you win!"

Fuji Yuta didn't seem like he did it on purpose, but the sound of returning it as it was, immediately caused a burst of laughter from the audience.

"Hey, it's really interesting..." Even Tracebe couldn't hold back his laughter.

This arrogant and reckless young man has a strange appetite for him, so I don't know what his skills are. If his martial arts are not bad, let him stay, and don't be afraid to spend some more time cultivating him.

Taki Hagi's face was changed by his anger, put on the defensive, and shouted in a deep voice, "Stop talking nonsense, start quickly, I will let you do three tricks!"

Fuji Yuta was also not humble, stepped forward and punched, and went straight to Taki's face, the force was fierce, accurate and ruthless, although Taki dodged on his back, but the tip of his nose had been swept, the burning pain, The blow was so fierce that he almost couldn't open his eyes.

There was another roar of applause from the audience, Taki was ashamed and impatient, he didn't dare to neglect any more, and he gave in without hesitation, the two of them tumbled into a ball, making people dazzled.

Fuji Yuta saw a gap in Taki's gap, stretched out his legs and hooked him, tripped him to the ground, immediately threw himself forward, bent his knees, pressed Taki's legs, crossed his throat, and punched him in the face!

The scene was extremely thrilling, not only the onlookers, but even Taki's companions couldn't help screaming, and if they wanted to rescue him, it might be too late.

Suddenly, amidst the commotion, a thin voice came, which actually overwhelmed all the clamor, as if in everyone's ears, softly speaking, "Enough, Yuta."

Fuji Yuta's fist abruptly stopped in mid-air, just a hair away from Taki's face, whose face was already pale and cold sweat broke out from fright.

"What a coincidence, we met again, so you are His Highness Atobe!"

Hearing a slight sound, everyone felt a blur in front of their eyes. For some reason, there was an extra person on the stage, who was dressed luxuriously, exquisitely decorated, and had an extraordinary demeanor. He bowed deeply to Atobu, and when he looked up again, he saw It is clear that he has a beautiful appearance and a smile on his brows.

"Ah, it's you?" Unexpectedly, the Pianpian boy in front of him was Guan Yue who wanted himself and Renzu to "belong" a few days ago!