However, just when Yu Qiuping had fully drawn the bowstring and was about to shoot the arrow, he suddenly stopped, his hands froze there, and he watched helplessly as the dog ran through the woods in front of him.
"What's going on? Why don't you shoot? If you don't hit, you might as well shoot an arrow. What if you get hit?" Seeing Yu Qiuping standing there, Ikeda Hengxing asked loudly in surprise.
"That dog... seems to be a breed of dog from Europa..." Yu Qiuping rubbed his eyes, not sure if he could see clearly. When he was a child, his neighbor who lived next door seemed to have a dog like that - it seemed
Is it called Portuguese Water Dog? Or Spanish Water Dog? I can’t remember clearly.
"What?" Ikeda Hengxing obviously didn't hear clearly what Yu Qiupei muttered to himself, and he, Sawaki Yoshiyuki, and Maeda Toshiie rode up and followed.
"That dog doesn't seem to be a Japanese breed, but a European one." Yu Qiuping repeated what he said, "So it shouldn't be a wild dog. It was brought over by Europeans. It should have an owner, so it's not easy to do it casually.
Killing indiscriminately.”
"You mean there are Nanman people living in this forest?" Ikeda Hengxing pointed at the forest in front of him, then he excitedly whipped the horse's butt with a riding crop and ran over quickly, "You can't go and see that.
look!"
"It's not necessarily here, maybe we live far away." Yu Qiuping and others followed helplessly, and couldn't help complaining at the same time.
"If we really live far away, we can also catch that dog and play with it! The sky is high and the emperor is far away, so he can't care about it!" Ikeda Hengxing turned around and laughed evilly.
"How old is he?" Yu Qiuping held his forehead deeply, but the curiosity in his heart also urged him to chase after him, "Anyway, you picked up everything that couldn't outrun you."
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The group of people wandered aimlessly in the forest, and found nothing until noon. Their stomachs began to growl, so everyone found a flat place to sit down, spread out the picnic mats they had brought beforehand, and set up the
On the two fire pits, the game caught this morning was strung up and started to be grilled.
"Ranwan, go get the sauce." Yu Qiuping greeted Mori Ranmaru twice. The latter went to the bow hanging on the horse and took out a few bottles and cans and a few brushes and handed them to him.
When it came to Yu Qiuping's hands, Yu Qiuping immediately took the brush and began to brush the skinned prey with sauce, sprinkled some powder, and frequently turned the skewers, looking very much like the guy in front of the barbecue stall.
"I'm talking about Hongye, why do you bring so many bells and whistles?" Yoshiyuki Sawaki glanced at Yu Qiupei's skillful techniques.
"Do you understand, I won the heart of my wife with my barbecue skills back then!" Yu Qiuping recalled the time when he was a boy because Imagawa Kaede protested against eating pork and beef, so Yu Qiuping prepared all the food by himself.
The painful experience of eating all the meat, but he described the completely opposite beautiful scene, "I can't forget this in my profession."
"Momige still understands life." Maeda Toshiie nodded and praised repeatedly, "We have to learn from it."
"What are you learning? That guy Hongye can't catch any prey by himself, but he has already prepared barbecue items. Doesn't this just mean freeloading?" Ikeda Hengxing picked up a deer leg and started to chew it.
But he still muttered, "If it weren't for my Owari marksman, you would be hungry at noon."
"Don't say it's useless, just say whether it tastes good or not." Yoshiyuki Sawaki snorted, picked up a chicken wing himself, and pointed it at Ikeda Tsuneaki with a bamboo skewer.
"It's not bad." Ikeda Hengxing touched the oil at the corner of his mouth with Jinhaori's half sleeve, and nodded reluctantly, but his mouth didn't stop for a moment honestly.
Everyone ate happily for a while, and Yu Qiuping called the guards behind him to come and have some. Simply, Ikeda Hengxing and the others had killed enough prey, which was enough. Yu Qiuping played the role of chef by himself, and his hands were so tired that they were so tired.
.But seeing the delicious food enjoyed by the guards who thanked them repeatedly, Yu Qiuping felt satisfied.
"Hey, Hongye, get some water, it's too oily, I'm a little thirsty." Ikeda Hengxing shook the bamboo tube he had drank clean, and said with a mouthful towards Yu Qiuping.
"What's wrong, you really ordered me around?" Yu Qiuping smiled and gestured with his thumb backwards at him, "If you want to drink, go to the river to get water."
"The barbecue you made was so delicious and we ate too much. Why don't you help clean up the aftermath?" Sawaki Yoshiyuki also said to Ikeda Tsuneaki from the side.
"Okay, I've put honey on my mouth, and what I said is pretty nice." Yu Qiuping laughed twice, waved to his guards, and took everyone's kettles and bamboo tubes towards the river in the distance.
Walking away. However, when he walked to the river, he suddenly found traces of animals trampling on the bushes. Looking along a row of footprints, he saw that by the creek in the distance, he saw what Yu Qiuping had just seen.
A water dog was drinking water. After sensing someone behind him, the water dog immediately plunged into the water and swam toward the other side of the river.
"Follow us and have a look." Yu Qiuping became more playful and motioned to the guards behind him to cross the stream with him and follow the water dog's footprints. At the end of the footprints, there was a
A small lake in the mountains and forests. On the edge of the lake, there is a somewhat simple yard and a small wooden house.
Seeing that Yu Qiuping and others were still approaching, the water dog immediately barked loudly, as if to warn the owner of the yard. Not long after, the door of the cabin was pushed open, and a man with gray hair,
A middle-aged European with blue eyes came out. The small wooden cross hanging around his neck showed his identity as a missionary. After he saw a group of people dressed as warriors, he immediately saluted.
Then he squatted down and comforted his dog, speaking in a language that Yu Qiuping and others could not understand.
After he sent the dog back to the backyard, he immediately walked quickly towards Yu Qiuping, saluted again, and said in standard Japanese: "Dear samurai, my dog ​​disturbed you, I am really sorry, it is because I did not keep strict supervision.
.”
"It's okay, it's just that we disturbed him." Yu Qiuping shook his head in embarrassment, stretched out his hand towards the missionary and said, "What do you call him?"
"Louis Frois." The missionary replied using the pronunciation of katakana, "May I ask how you call me?"
"Yu Qiuping, Yuqiu Hongye." Yu Qiuping also gave his name.
"Oh, it turns out it's His Highness Zhibu, I'm disrespectful." Upon hearing this, the missionary immediately saluted Yu Qiu with a more solemn etiquette, but did not show any fearful expression. He stretched out his hand sideways and said, "If you don't mind,
I would like to prepare a little tea to entertain a few of you, to apologize for the rudeness of my dog ​​just now."
"Can we have tea for 20 people?" Yu Qiuping was about to agree, but suddenly he heard the voice of his dozen brothers and their guards who were waiting bitterly for water.
"Of course you can." Flois was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile and said, "Please."
Yu Qiuping and his party followed Flois into the house. The puppy outside the yard seemed to be still barking in a low voice vigilantly. The layout of the house was very simple, with floor boards instead of tatami mats, and mattresses instead of mattresses.
It was a high bed, with some clothes piled up and down on the bed. In the center of the small room, there was a writing table and a worn-out chair with a backrest. There were piles and piles scattered on the table.
of paper, and the wastebasket next to it was almost full.
Flois walked to a corner of the room, where there was a large bucket. He opened the lid and waved to Yu Qiuping. Yu Qiuping walked over and found that there was actually a large bucket of tea.
"How did you get such a big bucket of tea? Can you finish it?" Yu Qiuping laughed when he saw this.
"It makes your highness laugh. I am a very good drinker of tea. I thought it would be troublesome to brew tea again and again, so I finished brewing it in one go and saved it for drinking." When Flois smiled, the beard around his mouth would also squeeze together.
"That's enough work." Yu Qiuping motioned to his guards to take the kettle and water bottle to fill the big tea bucket with tea, while he walked to the writing desk and looked at the draft on the table curiously.
"What is this written on?" Yu Qiuping asked, pointing to the mountains of paper on the table.
"Your Majesty, what you are writing is history."
"History?" Yu Qiuping glanced at the words on the paper, which seemed to be in Portuguese, so he turned around and asked, "History of Portugal?"
"No, it's the history of Japan. I want to record what happened in Japan over the past few decades." Frois replied casually, and then realized something was wrong.
"Your Highness, do you know Portuguese?" Flois exclaimed in surprise and stepped in front of Yu Qiuping in two steps, blocking Yu Qiuping's sight of the table.
"Ah... not at all. I only know a few words. I read it when I was bored when I was a child." Yu Qiuping scratched his forehead in embarrassment, peeking at other people's works seemed to have really made this European unhappy - it seemed to be Portuguese
Man - he spoke Portuguese anyway.
"That's it." Hearing this, Flois breathed a sigh of relief and stepped away. He seemed to feel relieved that Yu Qiuping couldn't understand, and crossed himself on his chest. "Your Highness is really knowledgeable, Amen."
"Haha, thank you for your praise." Yu Qiuping laughed twice. He said he knew a few words, but in fact he only knew the word "红叶". When he was a child, he had a whim and wanted to learn how to write red leaves in all languages.
——But then I gave up.
He glanced at the paper. There were some Arabic numerals on it, and it was written "11". It seemed to be talking about the eleventh year of Yonglu (1568)? After all, it was not the eleventh year of Tianzheng yet. Speaking of Yonglu Ten
One year (1568), we have to mention the battle between the Miyoshi family and the allied forces to decide the ownership of Kinki. Yu Qiuping also shined in the battle. So Yu Qiuping tried to write a story in the history written by this missionary
He was looking for the word "red leaves", but after working hard for a long time and searching all the papers on the table, he still found nothing. So he flipped through a stack of papers on the side, spanning several years, but still couldn't find his name.
"Your Highness, what are you looking for? Do you understand?" Flois saw Yu Qiuping looking at the paper on the table so seriously, and his voice became a little stammered because of nervousness.
"It's nothing," Yu Qiuping laughed twice, shook his head and said, "Of course I don't understand, just take a look."
It’s strange. Did I misremember how the Portuguese word “红叶” is spelled? It shouldn’t be. Then why didn’t I appear in the history of the eleventh year of Yonglu (1568)? I’m so clueless
It’s so famous! It’s impossible.
Maybe this missionary directly used my real name, which is Yu Qiuping? That should be the case.
"Your Highness, it's ready." Just when Yu Qiuping was thinking wildly, Mori Ranmaru raised his hand holding a kettle and greeted Yu Qiuping.
"I understand, then let's go back." Yu Qiuping turned around and saluted Floys, "Thank you for the tea, and I wish your history writing goes well."
"May the Lord bless you, Your Highness." Flois made a cross on his chest, personally sent Yu Qiuping out of the door, and watched Yu Qiuping's figure disappear on the path among the mountains and forests.
Then he hurried back into the house with a pale face and lit a fire in the fireplace. After much hesitation, he finally gritted his teeth and threw the drafts on the table that had consumed his countless efforts into the furnace and burned them to ashes.
.Then, I sat down against the wall in fear, sweating profusely.
Chapter completed!