[Naruto] Chronicle of Wood

"Don't like it?" Madara asked next to Ye Zimu's ear.

Because other people couldn't see Madara, Ye Zimu didn't answer Madara's questions in full view, otherwise it would appear that he was talking to the air in the eyes of others.

Ye Zimu didn't want rumors that the Qianshou patriarch was actually out of his mind.

But I can't help but answer Madara... After a few days, Ye Zimu has a deep understanding of the bad factors in Uchiha Madara's character.

"Or you can't?"

Seeing that Ye Zimu didn't respond, Madara continued to ask—the banter in his voice couldn't be concealed.

Ye Zimu's face turned slightly red, which seemed to the nobles present to be a little drunk after two glasses of wine, and they all expressed their understanding in their hearts.

After all, if you don't get drunk, everyone gets drunk... The sleeves are already dancing in the middle.

Accompanied by the sound of strings and music, Xianxiu raised the fan with his right hand, and put his left hand on the vibrating sleeve, turning around and pedaling in time - the graceful figure under the maple leaves became more and more incomparable.

It is different from the flirtatious style of Latin, the rapid movement of jazz, or the gorgeous and elegant dance of Han and Tang Dynasties.This kind of dance called "Shangfang" is elegant and subtle, with delicate movements, showing a kind of tenderness and graceful beauty in the square inch.

So most people in the banquet set their sights on Xianxiu.

Ye Zimu raised the wine cup in front of him, and when half of his face was covered by his sleeves, he asked Ban, "Do you like it?"

Ye Zimu didn't want to deal with Madara's fault-finding problem——in the face of the phantom Madara, it would be hard for her to argue with him.

But Madara obviously didn't want to let him go.He asked Ye Zimu: "Are you really not good?"

Ye Zimu didn't move his hand holding the wine cup, keeping a distance of several centimeters between the edge of the cup and his lips.This is a cover-up action, as long as it is not a specific angle, the possibility of him being discovered is extremely low.

Ye Zimu lowered his eyes, and the eyebrows and eyebrows reflected in the wine cup were open.

"You don't know if I can do it or not?" Ye Zimu smiled and said in a soft voice.

"Obviously not." Madara's tone was affirmative, pointing to the wine cup, "I don't even dare to drink wine, I've never seen you so cowardly."

Although it is a banquet ceremony, those who have been tricked inside understand it.

The wine contains aphrodisiac ingredients. If you are interested in geisha, you can take it back to the spring breeze.Of course, the medicinal properties of this wine are not strong, it is just something to increase the fun.

"It's not my type." Ye Zimu replied, "So you like it?"

"I don't really like it." Madara made an S-shape to the thread sleeve, "But you didn't react at all?"

Madara may not necessarily like the woman in front of him, but he is never tired of being able to hit Senju Bashima.

very good!

The sake in the cup was shaken, Ye Zimu held the cup and moved his eyes to the right, and said to Madara: "I don't mind taking her back to send you, but are you sure you can?"

Before Ban could answer, Ye Zimu curled up his mouth and said, "How long can the entity last, Ban?"

spot:"……"

Madara couldn't answer Ye Zimu's question, so the continuation of this topic was similar to "sliding chess".

Senshou Zhujian's lips were as slippery as anyone else's.

Ye Zimu put down the wine cup, and smiled and behaved politely to everyone.

Madara couldn't be more upset with him like this - pretending to be merciful!If you can break his disguise, let this face change color.

Things should be very interesting.

"I don't like this, so what do you like?" Madara sat on the desk, one leg resting on the other, and asked with chopsticks to pick up a piece of sashimi in the stone bowl.

The kaiseki cuisine served at the banquet is said to be named after a monk who held a stone in his stomach in order to resist the hunger of listening to Zen for a long time, so it was called "kaiseki".This kind of pursuit of Zen has been praised by people, and its evolution has now become a famous cuisine of the high officials and nobles in the west. Although the utensils and utensils are exquisite, the dishes are simple and light. The original intention of Zen...

In short, this thing is for 13.

The taste is really good.

When Madara picks food, he subconsciously avoids fish, which is illustrated by the active sandwiching of sashimi like today.And at this time, others couldn't see Madara and the sashimi he had eaten—what was reflected in everyone's pupils was the scene of Patriarch Senshou sitting on his hands and admiring the dance.

So Ye Zimu didn't have to hide it now.

"I don't know." Ye Zimu relaxed his legs and said, "What do you think is wrong with her?"

"Now I'm asking you."

"I don't know." Ye Zimu picked up the spoon, "That's why I asked you."

"Good figure, looks soft enough." Madao, chopsticks stopped on the stone bowl, "So what do you think is wrong with her?"

"Too soft." Ye Zimu replied, "Tofu is not bad."

Madara's chopsticks moved towards the tofu, looking at Ye Zimu: "Isn't it soft?"

"Not good." Ye Zimu tapped the chopsticks with the edge of the spoon, "I'll change it with you."

"I said, why do you propose tofu." Madara lowered his head and looked at the spoon in disgust, "No change."

"Here, a fish fillet." Ye Zimu straightened the spoon and said, "Otherwise I'll drink up the soup."

"Childish." Madara said contemptuously.

"You are more immature than me." Ye Zimu covered Madara's chopsticks with a spoon, "No wasabi is allowed."

"How can you eat fish fillets without wasabi?" Madara raised his eyebrows.

"Eat it by yourself." Ye Zimu said with a smile, "I only have one pair of chopsticks, what do you want to do?"

"Cut." Madara removed the chopsticks, and put a piece of tofu into his mouth.

"So you don't like the soft one, what about the one in the back?" After eating the tofu, Madara pointed to the violinist playing the zither behind the string sleeve with his chopsticks, and nodded left and right, "Although it doesn't look as good as the one in the front, it should suit you. requirements."

"A fish fillet first." Ye Zimu stretched out a spoon and said.

"It's so troublesome." Madara picked up a piece of fish fillet and put it on the spoon.

Biting the fish fillet from the spoon into his mouth, Ye Zimu said, "It's not pretty."

Madara couldn't hold back and knocked the chopsticks over.

"What are you doing?" Ye Zimu blocked the chopsticks with a spoon.

"Answer me well." Madara's voice was gloomy, "Don't imitate me."

"It's not good-looking." Ye Zimu's voice was puzzled, "You like it?"

"It's not because you said you don't like soft ones..." Realizing the loophole in his logic, Ban Hua glanced at Ye Zimu.

The leaves spring back to the earth with a smile.

Is Senshou Zhuma planning to reveal a word?Madara snorted coldly: "I can't see that you are still very demanding."