Daimyo Inazuma fucked her heart

"My lord, please pay more attention to the matter of the Qiuqiu people. Although these creatures will not pose much threat in the form of settlements, if they gather into tribes, they will cause great trouble."

"I will pay attention, thank you, Shimai-san."

"No, it is our Shimai family's duty to serve the Fujiwara family."

Fujiwara Ryo found a letter inside the map handed over by his subordinate Mr. Shimai.

"Master Shimai, what is this?"

"My lord, please go back to the castle tower and have a look."

Rei Fujiwara didn't think much about it. After putting away the envelope and the map, Rei Fujiwara sat next to Mr. Isshin and Sara Kujo. Rintaro Adachi, Yoko Nagao, and Sakuna had already left. It's to salute him, everyone is our own, don't engage in so much formalism.

Wei Ming wholeheartedly decided to give Jiutiao Shaluo some guidance. He liked this little girl quite a bit. Luo is a child who will take himself seriously. If such a child learns the sword skills of Mingliu Wei, he will not be mad at the bastards of the Jiutiao family.

"Master Yixin, can you help the Wisteria Flower Merchant Association deal with Qiuqiu people's problems?"

"Of course, I used to be the guard of the clan when I was a ronin, and now my family is the guard of his chamber of commerce, which is a kind of commemoration of our youth, but clan, you are still so shrewd."

Wei Ming smiled mysteriously at the Shimai clan, and the latter also responded with a mysterious smile, making Fujiwara full of question marks, please don't be a riddle.

Jiutiao Shaluo originally planned to give Wei Ming Xinxin the ceremony of apprenticeship, and Xinxin let her bring the cherry blossom wine from Inazuma Castle in the future. He beheaded as soon as he got on top, Wei Ming didn't care about these etiquettes.

Among all the samurai families, only Wei Ming dared to name Fujiwara Rei.At first, Fujiwara Ryo showed an expression that you don't even want to teach me to call me Fujiwara-sama.

After leaving the Wisteria Chamber of Commerce, Kujo Sharo can go back by herself, Fujiwara Ryo asked her to ride the pony back, and then he will send someone to Jiujo's house to bring the horse back.Saying goodbye to the excited-looking Kujo Sara, Fujiwara Ryo was still wondering what the mysterious smile between Shimai Muneto and Ashina Isshin meant.

Why are there so many riddlers, can you please communicate directly?

Fujiwara Ling and Xue Nai rode horses and were about to return to the castle tower. The general's mother was not like Ying's mother. If she went back late, she would probably be lectured tonight.The two were on their way back to the castle tower, suddenly Fujiwara Ryo heard the sound of beating and scolding from the alley beside the street:

"The ghost boy of the Fengyuan family, kill him!"

Alright, now Fujiwara Ryo's blood pressure, which had just dropped, has been fully pulled up.

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Fujiwara Ryo knew that his luck in this life was almost full. He was threatened with death when he was just born, because he was in the Kamisato family, so the news spread quickly, so he attracted his adoptive mother, General Raiden.His life has been almost smooth sailing until now, except for the few times when he was in danger, and then he himself was saved, Fujiwara Ling may not have noticed that Guitong's prejudice is just not obvious in him.

Who is he?He is Rei Fujiwara, the adopted son of Okinaka Naruto, Lord Ogosho, Ten no Naruto, and General Raiden.No one dares to doubt his existence, because his mother is the most honorable person of Daozao.But apart from him, those children with white hair are still called ghost boys.

Prejudice is poison that poisons the heart.It is an unfair and unreasonable negative attitude towards a certain person or group.It is a negative understanding and attitude towards people and things established by people divorced from objective facts.Prejudice is neither logical nor reasonable. Once prejudice occurs and is not corrected in time, it may turn into discrimination after being distorted

There is definitely more than one white-haired child named Ryo Fujiwara in Inazuma, and there is definitely more than one "ghost boy".

I need strength, I want to strangle prejudice by the throat!

As the heir of the Fengyuan family, Fengyuan Wanye rarely left the house since he was born, not because of his nature, but because of his hair.

When Manyo was born, he did not have obvious lanugo hair like Fujiwara Ryo, which made the doctor who delivered him think that he was just an ordinary child, but as the child grew up, Fengyuan Manyo now has milky white hair, Even though he inherited a bunch of red hair from his mother, if such a child is found in Inazuma Castle, it will be a disaster for both Fengyuan Manyo and the Fengyuan family.

In the Fengyuan family, in Daozuma City where there are many wealthy families, Fengyuan's surname was also once powerful.But that was just the past, and now the Fengyuan family has fallen like a mountain.Although it can still maintain the form that a samurai should have, it is only at the end of its strength.Now if there is another white-haired child in the Fengyuan family, the family will probably disappear completely from Daozuma.

Since he was a child, Wan Ye has watched the outside world under the family wall. If he wants to go out, he must use cloth to protect his hair. If you can't see it, it's not white hair, let alone a symbol of a ghost boy. However, Wanye's mother doesn't allow it. Why does her child have to shave her hair because of such a thing? The general's child also has gray hair. Why? He can walk freely in Inazuma City and be loved by the people!

The little Wanye doesn't know the worries of his parents, he is still at the age of playing, it seems that every white-haired child will be cared for, just like Fujiwara Ryo's Canglei, Wanye can feel the natural joy at a young age. Beauty and truth, for Manyo, nature is never silent.Nature has been expressing her feelings to the child in her unique language.

The sound of the wind stopped suddenly, and everything was silent, which was the calm before the sky wept.The clear spring jumps up suddenly, which is a sign of the wrath of the earthquake.

This child didn't yearn for freedom outside the house that much, until Fengyuan Manyo saw Fujiwara Rei at another festival parade in Inazuma Castle.That was when my mother insisted on taking her out to play. My father had no choice but to get medical gauze to keep Manyo's hair, and then bought a festival mask to wear on Manyo's head. He personally hugged his own hair. Children, the whole family just pretended to be ordinary people and went to the festival to play.

It was the first time that Wanye experienced the sophistication of Inazuma Castle. In the family mansion, he was naturally accompanied, but he was still a little less popular. After all, Wanye was also a child, and he also had the idea of ​​wanting to play with his peers , although the temperament is quiet, but lively is also the performance of the child's vitality.

On that day, Wan Ye ate apple candy, octopus balls, juice, and drew lots with his parents. He got a lucky draw. His mother was very happy, and his father rarely showed a smile. His mother bought him another An apple candy, my father hugged him, my mother bought a hanging horse, and the little Wanye drew their family on the wooden sign, and also painted flowers, birds, fish and insects, and my mother praised him for his beautiful painting.

Maybe, I can be a painter or poet in the future, that's what Xiao Wanye thought at the time.

When their family was walking on the street looking at the colorful lanterns, there was a sudden sound of neat steps from the front, and the pedestrians on the street consciously stood towards both sides, but their eyes revealed expectations, and some people were even excited Whispering, the Fengyuan family was also standing on the side of the street, Xiao Wanye looked around curiously, what happened, why did the crowd of people who used to come and go suddenly stand on both sides of the street?

Before Little Manyo understood what happened, a group of soldiers with cross guns and samurai with swords passed before their eyes. Each samurai led ten soldiers and stood in front of the people on both sides of the street. Soon, little Wanye heard the sound of hoofbeats. He raised his head and saw the white-haired boy on the horse.

It was white hair like frost, paler than the snow in winter, but at this moment, the white hair became the focus of the people. I don't know who started it first, and Xiao Wanye heard the cheers of the people :

"Master General! Master Fujiwara!"

"Hail, General! Hail, Fujiwara!"

"Master Fujiwara, thank you for repairing our house!"

"Master Fujiwara, you must be healthy in the future!"

The ups and downs of cheers were conveyed in the crowd, and it was the first time for Xiao Wanye to feel such enthusiasm. For him, human emotions are sometimes more complicated than nature, just like he never understood himself. My father and mother would argue endlessly over some weird little things.

Little Wanye's attention was not on Dao's wife, General Raiden, but on the child who was riding side by side with Raiden. He looked older and handsome than him, and he had a pair of eyes like Dao's wife's summer sea water. The blue eyes of Xiao Wanye and the red eyes of Xiao Wanye stared straight at the pale-haired child. At that moment, a seed was planted in Fengyuan Manyo's heart. Seed.

On this day, Fengyuan Manyo awakened himself, and he wanted to be as free as that Fujiwara-sama, and walk on the streets of Inazuma Castle in an upright manner.

However, the reality is cruel. As he grew older, Fengyuan Manyo knew the story of the ghost boy, and what made him feel even more frightened was that in the story of the beginning of the ghost boy, the ghost boy who turned into Shura was the most obvious. The most characteristic features of the sword are the white hair and red pupils. Although Shura, who was about to burn the entire Daowa, died under the sword of General Lei Dian in the end, his story has been engraved into Daowa's land.

Little Manyo was very scared. Children's minds often don't explore the essence of absurd things, and even many adults can't see through them.Afraid of Shura's story, Xiao Wanye wrapped his hair with gauze. As he grew older, he also knew what his father and mother were worried about, and why he wrapped his hair with gauze.

Fengbara Manyo didn't know why he ran out of the house secretly that day. He wandered around the corners and alleys of Inazuma Castle, afraid to go to the street. He was always worried that the gauze on his head would slip off, revealing his Hair, maybe my father's idea is right, if you shave off your hair, you will be free.

The little child finally lay on the fence of a wooden bridge, looking at the river under the bridge. In the past, just looking at the water flow would calm his heart, but now, he can't do it.

There were quite a few people passing by. Some people showed sympathy for Wanye's attire. His head wrapped in gauze must have received a serious injury. How old is this child.However, no one approached Manyo. After all, they were not children of their own family. There is no limit to the warmth and warmth of people's hearts. A person may give some food to small animals, but he will never help others.

"It's a nice day today, but why is there an unhappy little brother here?"

Behind Manyo, a boy wearing a blue haori and following two samurai stopped. His voice caught Little Manyo's attention. When the child turned around, he saw frosty pale hair.

"With such a thick gauze on your head, did you suffer any serious injuries?"

He is taller than Manyo, so he squatted down and looked at Manyo. Little Manyo did not dare to look into those blue eyes, as if he had accepted worldly ideas and betrayed his timidity of wanting to pursue freedom , but did not dare to look into those blue eyes.

"Why don't you talk? There's nothing to be afraid of, everyone will have times when things don't go well."

This time, Wan Ye mustered up the courage to turn his head back and looked straight into those eyes. At that moment, he seemed to see the stars all over the sky reflected in the sea water.

"Hey, that's right. Did you see the girl in the brown dress behind me? Just yesterday, she almost fell over while wearing wooden clogs."

"Master Fujiwara!"

The samurai smiled shyly, and then looked at Fengbara Manyo and admitted the fact that he almost stumbled yesterday.

"Although she almost stumbled, but look at her now, how elegant she is."

"Master Fujiwara, we should go, otherwise we won't be able to catch up with the launch of Mr. Yayoi's new book."

"I will go to Master Yatai's press conference every time. It doesn't matter if I spend a little while. Master Yadai won't blame you."

Fujiwara Ling waved at the samurai. When Yukino is not around, if he goes out to attend a formal occasion, he will be escorted by a samurai. Today he is going to his aunt Yae's new book launch. Since Yaedo opened, Yae Kamiko couldn't help writing haiku, and also started writing light novels.

"What's your name, little one."

He was asking his own name, and Fengbara Wanye wanted to answer, but he bowed his head because of shame when he thought that he was just a child of a down-and-out family.

It seems that this child doesn't trust him very much. After all, he is also the son of a general. Does his status make this boy nervous?

No, I am a man who wants to build Daozuma Redism, and he will not hesitate to have fun with the people.

Fujiwara Ling looked around and found that there was a place selling shaved ice under the bridge. No one could refuse sweets, not even his mother, General Raiden.

"Hey, do you like plums, or cherries?"

Xiao Wanye also noticed that the direction Fujiwara Ryo was looking at just now was a place to buy shaved ice under the bridge. Did Master Fujiwara want it?

"What do you mean? Taste?"

"Personally, I like plums better. They are sweet and delicious! Come here, let's go buy some delicious ones."

Ryo Fujiwara got up and took Mapewara Manyo's hand, and walked towards the place under the bridge to buy shaved ice. The hawker was a smart man, and he placed his stall under the cherry blossom tree. Cherry blossoms and shaved ice were a perfect match.

"Your clothes look like a child of a samurai family. Then the future must be very hard. Because of our status, we can find too little fun in life."

Fujiwara Ryo pulled Fengyuan Manyo to the shaved ice stand, and the stall owner recognized the general's son at a glance, and he was overjoyed in his heart. With Mr. Fujiwara visiting his stall, his income must have increased a lot during this period.

"Two servings of shaved ice, thank you."

"Okay, Fujiwara-sama!"

The stall owner poured the crushed smoothie with plum sauce and cherry sauce and handed it to Rei Fujiwara, and Rei Fujiwara passed one of them to Manyo Fengyuan. Sprinkling petals on their heads, Fengyuan Manyo heard nature cheering for Fujiwara Rei.

"I am a sweet tooth. I look forward to eating this at this time of year."

While paying the money, Fujiwara Ryo was talking to Fengyuan Manyo, because he was giving some money to the vendors, so Fujiwara Ling didn't look at Fengyuan Manyo, but Fengyuan Manyo's eyes fell on the two standing aside The samurai guarded their bodies. They didn't wear armor, but ordinary clothes, but they carried swords. The samurai noticed Xiao Wanye's gaze and smiled at the lucky child.

When Fengyuan Manyo turned his head, Fujiwara Ling had just finished paying the money. He summoned up his courage and asked Fujiwara Ling:

"Will Fujiwara-sama become a samurai in the future?"

"Hmm...it should be."

Ryo Fujiwara took a bite of shaved ice. For the children of the Inazuma samurai family, becoming a samurai is the goal they have been instilled since childhood. Ryo Fujiwara felt that it was inappropriate. People should have the freedom to choose. Even if they are samurai, they don’t have to be all samurai .

"Then, can I also become Master Fujiwara's samurai?"

Little Wanye looked at Fujiwara Ling, he was much shorter than Fujiwara Ling, Fujiwara Ling looked at this child, he had a pair of red eyes, very similar to the red gems bought by the Wisteria Flower Merchant Association not long ago.

"If you think about it, you will succeed, won't you?"

Fujiwara Ryo took the change from the small stall vendor and put the change in Xiao Wanye's hand.

"You can use these to buy desserts, or other things, but you have to promise me one thing, no matter how hard life is, don't always have a sad face."

Squeezing Fengbara Manyo's cheeks, the little boy's cheeks were indeed soft.Rei Fujiwara took the shaved ice and greeted the samurai and himself to the press conference of Yae Miko's new book. His back remained in the eyes of Manyo Fengyuan until they crossed the street and disappeared into the crowd.

From then on, Fengbara Manyo, who was desperate for life and himself, saw a ray of light, a ray of light falling from the sky.He believed that becoming a samurai would be a step, allowing Manyo to enter Fujiwara Rei's world.Become a samurai, become a samurai of the castle tower, perhaps, I can untie the gauze on my head and stand behind that person.

The money Fujiwara Rei gave Fengyuan Manyo can buy a lot of snacks, but Xiao Manyo threw all of them into the wishing pool, and began to fight for his wish.

To this day, Fengyuan Manyo mustered up his courage again, only wrapped his hair with a turban, showing a little of his beautiful milky white hair, and decided to walk on the streets of Inazuma dignifiedly, just like Fujiwara-sama.

However, the cruelty of reality is more vicious than swords. Every time he walked on the street, he was pointed out by many people, and he was surrounded by some Wu family children who used to look down on the Fengyuan family. Manyo drew closer to the alley, pulled off the turban on his head, looked at the white hair, and a bunch of red hair in the white hair, they laughed, twisted and ugly.

"The ghost boy of the Fengyuan family! Kill him!"

These children are all children of great samurai families. Even samurai families would want to annex or get rid of other samurai families to develop themselves.Although the Fengyuan family is down and out, their swordsmanship will be an obstacle to the future imperial competitions. Therefore, it is normal for some children of the samurai family to bully those children of their own family who intend to suppress the family under such influence.

They are just children, so it's not serious, we will compensate you.

Fengbara Manyo covered his head, he hated his hair, hated that he had no strength, he was so weak, he was kicked around in the alley like a hand ball, these samurai kids were taller than him, they The fists and feet were heavy, and they landed on Fengyuan Manyo's back, face, body, wherever they could be beaten.

"Kill him! This ghost boy! He will definitely become a Shura when he grows up!"

"It's still covered with hair! A ghost boy is a ghost boy, why are you pretending!"

"I have a small knife here. I'll scratch the fake's face a few times and write that I'm a ghost boy."

Maplebara Manyo was pressed to the ground by them. One of them grabbed Manyo's hair and pulled his bruised face up. The samurai child with a knife squatted down laughingly, as if all he wanted to do was kill a chicken something like this.

"Help...help me...help! Fujiwara-sama!!!"

Wan Ye suddenly opened his voice and shouted Fujiwara Ryo hysterically. He knew that it would not work, but he still shouted, and he didn't even know what he was doing.

"A ghost boy who still wants to be stained with the glory of Master Fujiwara in the castle tower. You don't think that Master Fujiwara's hair is white like yours, idiot! Master Fujiwara's hair turns white because of illness!"

"Cut off your tongue and see how you scream!"

The guy holding the knife pulled out Manyo's tongue and raised the knife in his hand. Wanye closed his eyes and heard the sound of something being cut. It was the sound of a blade cutting flesh and bone, but he could still Feeling his tongue, something sprinkled on the tip of his tongue, the smell of rust, the smell of blood.

Fengbara Manyo's tongue was released, and even the force pressing him was relieved. He opened his eyes, and what he saw was the samurai child who had been cut off in front of him and was holding a knife hand. More than wrist crying kneeling on the ground.Manyo saw that behind the samurai child, he saw pale hair, blue eyes, and a samurai sword with blood still on it.

Fujiwara Ryo may not remember himself Fengyuan Wanye. For him, Fengyuan Wanye may just be a passer-by he met on his way to dominate the rice wife, so he does not remember what Fengyuan Wanye looks like. However, , when he saw the white hair, the bruised and swollen child.

Fujiwara Ryo saw himself. If he hadn't been protected by his mother, General Raiden, even if he survived and lived in the Kamisato family, such prejudice would turn him into a ghost boy and Shura.

I want to strangle prejudice by the throat, and then, strangle it!

Chapter 83

always trust your soul

Fujiwara Rei cut off the hand of the samurai child, not impulsively. The name ghost child is like Fujiwara Rei's blood pressure switch, especially during the time when he broke with his family, Fujiwara Rei deeply felt the impact of these dross cultures. persecution of people.

"Master Fujiwara!!"

Looking at Fujiwara Ling standing in front of them, except for the samurai boy who was still kneeling on the ground and covering his bleeding wrist, the other samurai children knelt down and kowtowed to Fujiwara Ling in fear. When it comes to katana, even if you touch it, you just hold it in your hand and play with that kind of decorative knife without a sharp edge.

The children of the samurai family get their own sabers according to the age stipulated by each family, and then begin to practice as samurai.None of these bullying martial arts children got sabers, and the knife held in the hand that was chopped off by him looked like a letter opener.

"Ahh! My hand! My hand!"

The samurai kid kneeling in front of him looked back at him in horror. Fujiwara Ling felt that he needed to kill the chicken to make an example to the monkey, so this samurai kid would be that chicken.