Abilities are Maths

"Miss Unlimited, this is today's letter."

The servant from the Princess Mansion walked to Lizhi with a lot of rough or delicate envelopes.

Yes, these letters have a popular name - love letters.

At the beginning, she would look at the contents, but the results were all romantic romances or more explicit courtship requests without exception.

Unexpectedly, in the modern world where I am used to expressing love through a certain penguin software and a certain green software, Yizhi still has the opportunity to receive handwritten and handmade pure natural love letters.

Waving his hand, he was about to let the boy put it away properly in the warehouse, but the maid who was sorting out the letters pulled out a bright red letter with sharp eyes.

"This is, an invitation card?" She stretched out her hand to take the extremely brightly colored letter, on the cover was written "Present-Miss Unlimited".

She opened it and saw that it was a wedding invitation!Senju Hashirama, the head of the Senju tribe, and Uzumaki Mito, the princess of Uzumaki Village, are about to hold a wedding in the Senju clan land seven days later, and I am here to invite Ms. Yizhi Yixiu to participate.

The content is to invite "Outstanding Beauty" instead of "Miss Unlimited", which means that Hashirama recognized her and successfully contacted her through the name of Unlimited.

Hashirama, that smug, easy-to-depressed but surprisingly naturally dark boy with a watermelon head has also reached the age of marriage.Now that he is the important team leader of the Qianshou clan, the little boy next to Nanhechuan must be able to be his own.

At the end of the letter, it said that a ninja from Qianshou would come to see her at the princess mansion in three days. If she wanted to go, that ninja would escort her. If she didn't want to, the contact person would disappear.

Hashirama's consideration is really thoughtful.Thinking of this, Yizhi decided to visit this little friend who grew up in an instant next week.

"Daimyo-sama will receive the envoy from the Kingdom of Wind the day after tomorrow, and he invites you to the banquet." The maid Kazuko combed her hair and brought real-time news.

Yizhi sighed: "I see." If the little princess hadn't paid too much, she would have gotten up and returned to Yuelan Tower long ago, not giving the cunning daimyo a chance to order her around.

Kazuko played with the smooth black hair in his hands fondly, and said casually:

"After Lord Senju left last time, I heard that Lord Daimyo will hire Uchiha this time to protect the safety of the banquet."

"Cough, cough, cough—" Hearing this, the black-haired girl coughed suddenly, her eyes wandered for a while, showing a little guilt:

"Uchiha? Why don't you continue to invite Senju?"

Even the well-informed and knowledgeable Ms. Unlimited didn't know about this relationship, and Kazuko puffed out her small chest proudly:

"Because we are meeting foreign ministers, the ninja guards of our Land of Fire must not only be strong but also good-looking."

"And the Uchiha clan happens to be the best among them. Not only is their strength extremely high, but their appearance and temperament are also first-class."

As if thinking of Uchiha's famous secret skill Yan Dun, Kazuko's small melon seed face was a little red.

A branch:. . .It seems that no matter which era it is, Uchiha has never lost his face.

She nodded and agreed very much: "That's right, Uchiha Tentuan's exquisite looks have always been my favorite."

Seeing Kazuko's eyes suddenly lit up because he found a like-minded person, Kazie carefully recalled the appearance of Uchiha's five-piece suit, smacked his lips and said:

"Whether it's fried hair or black and long straight, they all have a unique flavor. And they basically have fair and delicate skin, and their appearance is exquisite and beautiful, which is different from the rough and rough school."

At the end, she seemed to think of something, and quickly added: "Except for Feijian." Although Feijian was tall and strong, he had very delicate features, and his clear red eyes were a plus.

"Is the fried hair talking about me?"

A faint male voice suddenly came from behind, without any warning at all, so frightened Yizhi threw the purple grape in his hand.

Hezi next to her didn't know when she fell limp on the ground and fell asleep, while a certain Hei Changzhang with a strong aura was standing behind her.

Yizhi took a deep breath: "Blade?"

"This is a woman's bedroom! Why did you come in without making a sound, and even knocked out my lovely maid?" The black-haired girl complained all over her face, pointing to the room full of femininity and the collapsed Kazuko .

I just commented on Uchiha, and I can't help but feel very guilty in front of the patriarch, so Kazue decided to act first and sue him instead.

Sure enough, the black-haired man who was aggressive just now froze his questioning expression on his face.He didn't seem to have encountered such a situation before, and his right hand in black glove waved carelessly and meaninglessly:

"No, I-"

Madara's eyes flickered left and right, but she couldn't say a complete explanation.It was me who was dawdling outside the door just now, hesitating what attitude to use to meet her; it was me who was so hard of hearing that I accidentally heard all the conversations; when I heard the name of "Feijian", I couldn't help rushing into the girl in a rude manner. It was me who was in the boudoir; it was me who stabbed her maid unconscious with a knife on impulse.

It seems that it is indeed my own problem.

Thinking of this, Madara's expression became even more rigid, and he hesitated for a long time before uttering a meaningful word.

good chance!Yizhi caught the other party's increasingly embarrassed look, and added fuel to the fire without hesitation:

"So, it's Mr. Madara's fault."

Hearing this, the man blushed in embarrassment.However, Madara suddenly caught the girl's smug expression and counterattacked:

"Obviously you were the one who commented on Uchiha casually first! As the patriarch, how could I not—"

Before he finished speaking, the girl who suddenly stepped forward covered his mouth.The faint fragrance of the girl's lavender was inhaled by him, and his soft and warm hands gently rested on his sensitive lips.

Yizhi approached Madara, with a soft smile on his face, and sincerity in his pure black eyes.She focused and earnestly said word by word:

"What I'm saying is the truth. The strength of the Uchiha clan is directly proportional to their beauty. Your ninjutsu is terrifying and gorgeous, and your bright red fire is frightening on the battlefield, but you can't help being dazzled by it. .”

"Your physical movements are smooth and graceful, and every move is full of power. Your sleeves are flying, and your lives are harvested. You are the god of death on the battlefield that makes people fearful, awe-inspiring and fascinated."

"And Sharingan. It's mortal danger, but it's also the most breathtakingly beautiful."

Madara was directly stunned by the girl's brilliant rainbow fart without panting. He stared blankly at the smiling black-haired girl and didn't respond for a while.

Yizhi withdrew his hand covering the opponent's mouth, and distanced himself.Feeling the warmth leave suddenly, Madara frowned subconsciously.

"Of course, Madara is the patriarch of Uchiha, so what I said above is actually a compliment to you."

Uchiha Madara: Red face.

"You, what are you talking about." He turned his face sideways, stared at the vase at the end of his line of sight, and quietly clenched his fists.

This guy, the rhythm is completely controlled by this guy!

Yizhi peeled a lychee and gave it to him: "I'm praising Banban."

Uchiha Madara stared: "Don't be called Madara."

"Okay." She nodded obediently, then smiled:

"I'm praising Ban'er."

Uchiha Madara frowned: "Neither Madara."

Yizhi glanced at his mouth, struggled and said, "That's a spot within a spot."

Madara Uchiha expressionless: "No."

"Tsk, you are so troublesome, Mr. Madara. This doesn't work, and that doesn't work. It's even harder to handle than a middle-aged woman." The black-haired girl complained dissatisfied.

"I'm in trouble? If it weren't for you—" At that moment, he seemed to be violent and beat someone up.In the end, he sighed heavily, and helped his forehead helplessly:

"You really haven't changed, I thought you suffered all these years—"

Seeing his hesitant to speak and his gradually complicated expression, Kazue quickly explained:

"I haven't changed, only the money has changed! Now I'm a wealthy woman!"

In the end, Madara didn't say anything, but just stared at her more complicatedly, with a hint of caution in her expression, as if she was afraid that she might say something wrong to make her sad.

A branch:. . .familiar operation

Finally, she waved her hand, took a plate of fruit and poured tea for Madara.

There was silence between the two, and the man held his teacup and sipped it.He lowered his head, just in time to see the red invitation card placed on the table, a dark light flashed in his bottomless black eyes.

"Are you going to the wedding in Hashirama?"

Jian Madara's gaze stayed on the letter, and Kazue knew it in his heart.She thought about it for a while, and then said frankly:

"Well, that's right. I heard that Mito is a beautiful and gentle girl. I want to bless them."

There is no need to hide this from Madara, let alone it cannot be hidden.She wants to act, Ninja Shura can definitely sense it.

Seeing the girl's expressionless face, only sincere blessings, Madara's heart relaxed a little.He said:

"I'm not married."

She froze for a moment, and quickly realized that her tone was slightly teasing:

"Mr. Madara is a top-ranked golden bachelor in the ninja world. There are many girls who want to marry you, so don't worry."

"really?"

The man stared straight into the girl's eyes without moving.In fact, he wanted to ask "Are you too", but there seemed to be a premonition that the relationship between the two would take a turn for the worse if this sentence was thrown out.

Yizhi pretended not to see his persistent eyes, and turned his head slightly to admire the pink cherry blossoms dancing in the courtyard, with a few traces of imperceptible indifference in his black eyes.

"Well, maybe I will be able to attend your wedding soon."

"It will certainly be a strong and beautiful woman."

The girl turned her head, and her black eyes were full of sincere blessings, as if she had foreseen the grand occasion of his wedding with other women.

Hearing this, the man's black eyes darkened severely.He lowered his head, his face was hidden in a shadow, and his expression could not be seen clearly.After a while, he spit out a sentence:

"I'm different from Hashirama."

I'm different from him, I can't offend anyone because I don't know how to be slick.Instead, I finished offending people.

I'm not like him, I can't completely put down the hatred.On the contrary, only with deeper hatred can my Sharingan evolve and become stronger.

I am different from him, I am more persistent or paranoid.He can let go of the hazy love in his youth and readily accept marriage with a rich family.On the contrary, I will never give up, and I will never forget the temptation at the beginning.

I am an Uchiha.