I don't want to dance

Ever since seeing Hashirama and Madara at the entrance of the casino with a "good guys" look, Mingyin felt very strange.

Judging from the integration of the intelligence she obtained from various inadvertent clichés in the Uchiha clan in the past two days, in this era, Uchiha and Senju belong to the kind of old enemies who can't wait to steal each other's ancestral grave... and the Senju family The reputation of the second master among the Uchihas is particularly bad. Of course, the second son of Senshou also made no secret that he is a famous black Uchiha scholar and the honorary president of the Uchiha Association.

...so why is the relationship between the two newly appointed young patriarchs so, well, indescribable?

And when she asked this question, looking at Madana's expression... Could it be that some small theater of the past was replaying in her mind?

"That was... a long time ago." Madara finally opened his mouth slowly, his dark and deep eyes seemed to reflect the scene of the year, "That year, I was swimming by the Nanhe River, and accidentally I met a young man, and that young man was Hashirama. During that time, we often discussed together and talked about our future ideas. We became friends without knowing each other’s identities, and later..."

When talking about this, Madara paused for a moment, and in the gap between the pauses, Akane took over the words directly:

"Later, the affairs of the two of you were discovered by your respective families, and your respective families forbade you to communicate with each other again. But even so, it still couldn't stop the friendship between you, so you will still contact each other in various ways in private , For example, like today, Patriarch Qianshou recognized your ninja cat at a glance in the town."

Although this description made Madara feel weird, what he wants to ask more at this moment is:

"how do you know?"

Mingyin: "...", hehe, isn't this the plot of "Romeo and Juliet", dare you two also staged a ninja version of the Warring States Period, Banmeo and Zhu Liye?

She remembered that the final ending of Luo Zhu CP was that Romeo died, and Juliet followed him, and then the two families cast statues for the two in the local area to commemorate them.

...The two of them in the Warring States version won't even have such a similar ending, right?

Should, no?

"You guys, in the end, will definitely...do well, come on." Mingyin said with a sneer.

Madara frowned inexplicably, always feeling that she meant something.

But, forget it, this woman's mind always likes to think about those weird things.

"Now, do you want to go back?" Looking at the still lively night market in the small town, Mingyin still felt a little bit reluctant.

After all, her scope of activities is based on Madara. If the patriarch does not go to the battlefield or go out to do tasks, he will deal with various clan affairs in the clan land, so she has no choice but to stay at the gate of the Uchiha clan. Mai... I understand a little bit why dogs in the city are so excited and manic every time they are taken out for a walk by their owners.

"My brother's ninja cat has sent a message back. He should be able to return to the Uchiha clan tomorrow night. As soon as he comes back, I will take you to the country of Uzumaki. Then you will have a lot of opportunities to hang out." Madara said indifferently, and at the same time, the pace of going back was also quickened.

"Yes, yes, I understand." Mingyin responded helplessly, and why did she always feel that Madana was walking the dog...or according to Uchiha's preference, walking the cat?

When he was about to reach the entrance of the city, Madara stopped suddenly.

Ming Yin, who was walking forward with a dull head, took a few steps and found that the person walking beside her had disappeared, so she also stopped and turned around.

I saw a barbecue stall at the entrance of the night market. Under the dim candle light, the owner of the stall was already preparing to close the stall.

Madara glanced lightly at the last few skewers left on the iron grill, and said to the boss:

"I want all these."

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and more and more people are going to the gambling houses, taverns or Fengyuechang in the center of the town to have fun. The stall owners who originally thought that the last remaining stalls that could not be sold today heard that the one in front of them was all inclusive. Immediately, he was also smiling, and immediately got busy.

"Are you hungry?" Mingyin asked Madara who suddenly bought supper.

Madara just glanced at her, and hummed softly:

"Didn't you argue that you want to eat meat before, I, Yuzhi... our family is not bad at eating and drinking."

Thinking of not revealing his identity in this kind of place, Madara also stopped the "Uchiha" who was about to blurt out. Even when he came out tonight, he changed into an ordinary black yukata without the clan emblem.

But Mingyin couldn't help laughing out from the bottom of her heart after feeling the thoughtfulness hidden under her teeth and claws... Hey, he is actually a very gentle person in his bones, why should he put on a face when he is nice to others? Scary and awkward.

...But it's really great to be able to eat salty meat!No matter what the taste of this roadside stall is, it's better than the terrible sweet rice from Uchiha's!

"Sure enough, Mr. Ban is the best." Mingyin smiled like a contented little fox, and let out her rainbow fart without restraint.

Under the light of the candle lamp, the sweet smile on the girl's face seemed to be a little brighter.Realizing that his eyes seemed to stay on this face for too long, Madara immediately looked away calmly.

Then, he reached out to take the first skewer of meat that the shop owner had just baked, and put it directly into Mingyin's mouth:

"Shut up and eat quietly."

"Well--!"

Caught off guard, a skewer of meat fell into her mouth, and Mingyin said...it was scalding to death!The tongue is going to be burned off a layer of skin!Mr. Ban, you are definitely taking revenge on me for putting a lollipop in your mouth last time!

……

The land of the Thousand Hands——

"You mean, Madara has a woman by her side?"

Regarding the "big news" that his elder brother excitedly reported upon his return, Qian Shou Feijian was lost in thought.

"Yes, yes!" Hashirama shared gossip with his younger brother excitedly.

After hearing Hashirama's description of Ming Yin, Tobuma couldn't help shaking his head:

"It's so strange. According to the information I have, there is no such person in the Uchiha clan, whether it is the lady of the branch family who holds a certain amount of power, or the female ninja with good strength. If Madara wants to choose a spouse, he must Either it can bring him real benefits, or the ability is worthy of him...so it's too strange to think about it."

After hearing his younger brother's analysis, Zhu Jian had a completely different brain circuit, and became even more excited:

"This just shows that Madara has true love for that Miss Mingyin! Regardless of her background, it doesn't matter about her strength, she simply loves her!"

Tobori: "..."

Brother, wake up, why is the world always full of love in your eyes?Moreover, Uchiha Madara simply loves a woman or something... nonsense!

"Speaking of which, Tobuma, you should also think about this matter." Hashirama coughed twice to clear his throat, then assumed the majesty of an older brother like a father, and discussed life-long affairs with his younger brother in a serious manner.

On the other hand, Fei Jian's face darkened, "Before that, brother, should we first talk about the matter of you taking my money to the casino."

Hashirama: "...!!!", brother, why can't you be a little stupid and let me fool you.

……

On the other side of Nanga River, the land of the Uchiha tribe——

The night was deep, and except for those who were patrolling in shifts, all the people in the clan had calmed down and fell asleep in their respective homes.

In the patriarch's study, Madara, who had just finished the last document, sat quietly on the wooden porch under the eaves, with his left hand holding on to the sake cup filled with sake, and his right hand stroking Rika's soft and smooth white skin. Mao, Jianhuo beside him curled himself up into an orange dumpling, sleeping soundly.

Rihua also enjoys the caressing from the master, and from time to time makes two comfortable purrs.

"Master Madara..." Rika raised his head and looked at the master who was putting the wine cup to his mouth and drinking sake.

After the hot wine mixed with coolness slid down the throat, Madara, who was still looking at the moonlight outside the house, spoke slowly without looking sideways:

"what happened?"

Rihua said with some hesitation: "Master Madara, regarding that Miss Mingyin... I always feel that there is an ominous aura about her."