[Sword Three] How to break the lady who is a technical emperor

The torrential rain came as promised, followed by a nationwide arrest warrant for Qingluo. For a while, women across the country encountered stricter inspections in terms of travel. Compared with foreigners in his own country, such a terrorist is even more frightening.

People always have an unprecedented fear of unknown things. Compared with foreigners who finally got a little familiar, Qingluo, who obviously knows nothing, is much more threatening.

Japan is actually a very small place, so small that even a person like Matsuyama Hirako can lay a net on a national scale. He knows that Qingluo is poisoned now and needs time to rest and adjust, so what he has to do It is to keep creating turmoil and panic, so that Qingluo cannot get a minute or a second of rest.

Yes, this is his strategy, simple but effective.

The floor paved with excellent wood makes a pleasant sound underfoot, and under the eaves, a wind chime is muffled by the rain.

Songshan Pingzi walked proudly in this mansion that he had thought about for a long time, followed by a group of people who had to fawn on him because of his current status.

That's right, he is different now, he, Matsuyama Hirako, finally has a day when others treat him like this!

Thinking of this, Matsuyama Hirako felt a lot of pride in his chest.

He stopped.

Immediately there was a short gasp behind him, and soon, a person cringed and bent down beside him, and asked respectfully, "May I ask what is your order, Lord Kubao?"

Hearing her real name that she had hidden for a long time, Matsuyama Hirako laughed happily.

Kubao Heizhi, this is the real name he has hidden until now. Once upon a time, the surname known as the best deputy was lost in a long time. Now, he finally let this surname reappear in his hands. The glory of that time!

He looked the man up and down, and twitched the corners of his mouth. "Not bad, your name?"

"Little man, little man Aji..." The man lowered his head in even more trepidation and replied.

"That's right, just stay with me and do things." Matsuyama Hirako said with satisfaction.

"Thank you, my lord..." The man prostrated himself on the ground and kowtowed with his lips wet.

"I heard that the long-lost princess of the public has been found? We still have to express our congratulations when we have time, gifts or something..."

"The villain will do it immediately." Aji said immediately, "I believe that as His Excellency Kubo Dai Nayan, the public must be very happy to see you coming..."

His Excellency Kubo Daiinaku.Yes, this is him now, not the commoner Matsuyama Hirako back then.

Satisfied, Matsuyama Hirako continued to visit his new house with his entourage.

He felt that the woman was like a little bird flapping its wings weakly, and would eventually fall into his already open hands.

But there are surprises in everything.

Serizawa duck feels that he has been very lucky recently.

Not only was he exempted from the death penalty, but he was also released from prison early. Fortunately, after being promoted to be one of the team leaders of the Mibu Roshi Group, he also met his favorite woman.

"What's your name?" Serizawa duck smirked, reaching out to hook the woman's chin.

"My lord." The woman in the camellia pattern turned her head shyly and said, "My family's name is... Ah Ding, my sister is unable to move forward because of a cold, I hereby ask for your mercy... .”

"It's easy to say, let's get in the car." Although he was a little confused, Serizawa duck had been so dazzled by the recent luck that he didn't even notice that something was wrong.

"Thank you, my lord." The woman saluted weakly, "If you dare to ask your lord's name, is it Serizawa Duck?"

"Exactly, how do you know my name?" Serizawa duck asked in confusion.

"Isn't it because my family has been fascinated by adults for a long time..." Before she finished speaking, the woman was already blushing.She raised the wide sleeves of her kimono to hide the blush on her face.

"Hahahahaha," Serizawa Duck was very helpful, he waved his hand, "Come on."

"Thank you, sir." The woman saluted.She stepped into the car gracefully, and the attendant in black followed her silently.

Before getting into the car, she glanced out the window.

"When will it stop..." she sighed.

The summer of 1862 was destined to be restless.

For some reason, Kyoto suddenly stepped up the pace of conscription, so that Okita and his party, who were supposed to go to Kyoto the following year, were ordered to go to Kyoto this year.

So, on such an unpleasant rainy day, a group of people headed for Kyoto mightily.