The next day, when Yu Qiuping woke up, it was already raining outside the window. When he opened the window, the wind wrapped the raindrops and hit Yu Qiuping's face. He hurriedly glanced at the streets with a lot of water and closed the window.
"Where can I go for breakfast?" Yu Qiuping began to worry about this question after washing up. "You can't go out on the street to take a look?"
I went out on the street with an oil-paper umbrella, and my cloth shoes were soon soaked in the rain. Yu Qiuping remembered that there seemed to be a restaurant on the West Street that was quite good, so I walked along the street. When I entered the restaurant, Yu Qiuping looked west again. If I remember correctly, it seemed that there was the residence of Songping's family.
As soon as they entered the restaurant, they saw Yu Qiuping's samurai dress and the samurai sword around their waists. Several waiters knew that the person who came was a noble man. They hurriedly came up to help Yu Qiuping put away his umbrella and welcomed Yu Qiuping to the second floor to sit.
"What seat does this adult want to sit in?" the waiter asked with a smile.
"Come to a window." Yu Qiuping felt the superiority of the privileged class as a samurai for the first time, but this feeling of being arrogant instinctively made him a little rejected, so he added, "Thank you."
"I dare not take this!" The waiter waved his hands repeatedly, "Sir, please come here."
There were two people by the window, one of which was already there. However, none of the people on the seat were sitting in the seat. The steamed buns on the table were not cared about. Because one of them was a little thin, he stood by the window and looked into the rain. The three people behind him were carefully accompanying him.
Yu Qiuping felt that the figure was a little familiar, so he took a look at the home patterns on the clothes of those people - Matsue Sanye Aoi.
"Is it Lord Songping?" So Yu Qiuping said hello.
"Hmm?" Matsuhira Motokaku was stunned when he heard someone calling him, and turned around to see Yu Qiuping, "Ah! It turned out to be Lord Yu Qiuping!" He stepped forward and greeted him a few steps, "Please sit down quickly." Several servants made way for Yu Qiuping and made face to face with Matsuhira Motokaku on both sides of the table. Matsuhira Motokaku also greeted the waiter, "Waiter, come a few pots of good tea. Come and some pickles."
"Then I would like to thank you for the hospitality of Mr. Matsuhira." Yu Qiuhei was embarrassed to refuse Matsuhira Motoyao's kindness, "Long time no see, Mr. Matsuhira." At the assessment meeting last night, Matsuhira Motoyao was unable to attend due to being confined. It seems that today is no longer subject to confinement restrictions.
"Haha, I met Lord Yuqiu not long ago." Matsuhira Motoyasu smiled, "Yesterday the hall gave me permission to go to the city wall to welcome Lord Yuqiu. Lord Yuqiu is heroic and cool, I am very envious."
"First, I congratulate Lord Yuqiu." Matsuhei Motoyao bowed, "The great man defeated the strong enemy and was promoted to the general. This is a feat of rising to the top. The main hall personally went to the west gate to greet him, personally gave him the name of family patterns and reserve teams, and gave Lord Yuqiu the Red Bird Army Flag that he had never given before. It is unparalleled in favor!"
"Mr. Matsupiri has been awarded too much," Yu Qiuping remembered that Matsupiri Motoyaki had received considerable punishment after this war, and he didn't want to boast about his achievements and made him sad. "It was all the victory that the soldiers sacrificed their lives to the death, so how dare I monopolize it?"
While talking, the waiter had already brought a few pots of warm tea. Matsuhira Motokakura personally poured Yuqiuping a cup of tea and poured himself a cup, "No matter what, it's a big happy event," Matsuhira Motokakura smiled and raised the teacup, "I drank too much last night and I can't drink much today. I can only use tea instead of wine. Lord Yuqiu, don't blame me."
"You are polite to Master Matsuhide." Yu Qiuping also picked up the teacup and compared it with Matsuhide Motokaku, and then drank it all in one go. "I wonder why Matsuhide drank too much?" he asked casually.
After hearing Yu Qiuping's words, Matsuhira sighed and looked out the window again, "It's hard to describe it."
Yu Qiuping followed Matsuhira Motokaku's gaze and could see the residence of the Matsuhira family. The gate of the residence was closed, but in front of the gate, there was a young figure kneeling in the heavy rain, looking at the gate motionlessly.
"This is..." Yu Qiuping spoke, hesitating a little.
"I was still my guard yesterday," Matsuhei Motoyaku's mouth twitched, "Now it's a ronin."
"Yesterday, Your Highness ordered the Matsuhide family to abolish retainers and Matsuhide family. The matter was lenient for one month, but the savior of the retainer warriors was required to be completed within three days." Matsuhide Motoyashi suddenly realized that he had lost his words. The opposite person was sitting, and the hero of Imakawa Yoshimoto was assigned to the subordinate of the Semeshi Toshi. This complaint was said all night and accidentally told to outsiders, so he hurriedly said, "The hall is eager to see the Matsuhide family have a new look. He fought for the glory of the martial family again, and the Matsuhide family is grateful."
"Mr. Matsuhide doesn't have to do this. I'm not a person who talks a lot behind my back." Yu Qiupi realized Matsuhide's misconduct and shook his head, "Mr. Just say it."
"Mr. Yuqiu is so noble, Yuankang thanks me." Matsuhei Motoka breathed a sigh of relief, leaned over slightly, and bowed to Yuqiuping, whose official position was lower than himself. "Mr. Yuqiuping is really a person with temperament. I admired him very much when I first met."
"Sir, don't say that, I'm embarrassed. It's just human nature." Yu Qiuping smiled, "Sir, please continue."
"Last night I endured the pain and announced the first list of samurai warriors who were abolished. In order to ensure that the Matsuhira family could still serve normally, they had to retain the old ministers to the greatest extent, and the young guard had to be exiled to become a ronin." Matsuhira Motoyashi's tone was full of reluctance and annoyance, "It's all my fault that I can't even keep such a loyal son of a martyr." He sighed, "His father sacrificed ten years ago in order to attack Anxiang Castle and seized Oda Nobuhiro, who was a hostage. At that time, the child was only 2 years old, so I kept him in the mansion. When he got older, he accepted him as a guard. He wanted to let him inherit his father's position when he grew up, but who had thought..."
Yu Qiuping looked at the weak figure kneeling motionlessly on the cold street in the heavy rain, and suddenly felt very distressed. "Most of the exiled retainers understand the suffering of the Matsue family, and left after saying goodbye. The retainers who can follow the present are capable people, and other families will be happy to recruit them. But this child is too young and he has nowhere to go. His obsession with the Matsue family is too deep," Matsue Motoyashi's body trembled slightly, "He doesn't talk much, and he won't be able to plead with him. He doesn't want to leave, so he has been kneeling since last night."
"But even so... I can't recall him. Every place is very important." Matsuhira Motoyashi's hand holding the teacup was shaken because of the excessive force. The tea splashed on his hands, making his skin red and unconscious.
"Sir." Yu Qiuping said, "How about this, I will take this child in for a while and let him grow up in Yu Qiu's family. One day, the adults can restore the number of retainers before sending him back."
Matsuhira Motokaku was stunned for a moment, turned around, and looked at Yu Qiuping with tears in his eyes gratefully. "For this reason, thank you sir." Then, despite Yu Qiuping's obstruction, he wanted to give Yu Qiuping a big gift.
"This is not just my personal thank you," he whispered, "and it is also for our ancestors and countless martyrs, so that Zhongliang will not be left on the streets afterwards."
After Yu Qiuping said goodbye to Matsuhira Motokaku, he walked out of the restaurant and walked towards the child.
"He is called Kuronosuke." said Matsuhira Motoyasuke.
Yu Qiuping was holding an umbrella and quietly approached the child from the side. His small body was wearing a thick armor, which was a little struggling. The heavy rain poured down his clothes and kept flowing down his face. I don’t know if it was tears or rain. His eyes were wide open, and his black eyes were staring at the door. He sat motionlessly, his pants had already been wet by the heavy rain, and his body was trembling due to fatigue, hunger and cold, allowing the raindrops to fall on his body.
But Kantosuke didn't dare to rest for a while, he had to sit upright. He wanted to use his samurai integrity to impress the home and open the door.
He didn't sleep all night and his eyes could no longer be opened. But he didn't dare to blink. He was afraid that once his eyes left the door, he would never see the Matsuhide's house again. His stomach was so hungry that he couldn't sense it, and his whole body was so cold.
When his father died, he was only two years old, and he could not remember his father's voice, appearance and smile. The only thing he had about his father was the worn out set of things that were already worn. It was passed down by his father. His father was wearing him and bravely died in battle under Anxiang City for the Matsuhide family. He was unwilling to repair the holes shot out by feather arrows on his feet, because every hole seemed to tell his father's loyalty. Just as the father's colleagues around him said, his father was an amazing warrior.
He heard his mother say more than once that before his death, his father shouted on the battlefield: Kuronosuke, he wants to become an excellent samurai! He also seemed to see a vague figure in his dream, shouting at him countless times.
Yes, there is nothing wrong. This is also his lifelong pursuit. He wants to become an excellent warrior like his father.
Our family has served the Matsuhira family for generations, expanding territory for the Matsuhira family and staining the battlefield with blood. This is the loyalty and courage passed down from generation to generation by the samurai family, and the spirit of the samurai. It is the destined destiny that every samurai is destined from the moment of birth. And Kuronosuke will also be one of these samurai, dedicating everything to the master family.
The Matsuhide family, the dream-ridden Miyako Aoi, and the last words of his father, supported him to keep moving forward. He practiced martial arts hard since childhood, and never stopped frost and heat, and developed a good skill, just to one day be able to make achievements on the battlefield, fulfill his father's long-cherished wish, and fulfill his mission as the glorious samurai of the Matsuhide family.
However, this obsession was unfortunately broken yesterday.
He was exiled, he became a ronin, and he was no longer a member of the Matsuhide family. His father's expectations could no longer come true. He could not accept this, so he would keep kneeling here until the Lord's family changed his mind and would give everything for his obsession.
I was born as a samurai from the Matsuhide family, and I was born as a samurai from the Matsuhide family when I died.
The raindrops fell on the body, ruthlessly hitting the child's heart.
Suddenly, he could not feel the falling raindrops. He raised his head blankly and saw a heroic boy wearing a white warrior suit with red leaves printed on it. He bent down and supported an oil-paper umbrella on his head, leaving half of his body in the rain.
"Who are you?" Guonosuke used all his strength to maintain the majesty of his tender voice, "Why are you wandering at the door of Matsuhira's house?"
"My name is Yu Qiuping, and I am a warrior from the Ming Dynasty." Yu Qiuping showed a gentle smile, "I am the one who came to pick you up home."
"I won't go back. My home is here." Guonosuke shook his head stubbornly and stared at the Matsue family mansion in front of him. "You don't have to say too much, so I will never accept his recruitment."
"You didn't want to join Yuqiu's house," Yuqiuhei squatted down, took off Guonosuke's helmet, and gently touched his head. "Guonnosuke can stay at our Yuqiu's house to continue practicing martial arts, and wait for the Matsuhide family to become stronger again before coming back."
"Kuangnosuke also knows it," Yu Qiuhei said in a tone of coaxing children, "The Matsuhide family is in a difficult situation now. The Matsuhide family wants the Matsuhide family to cut off samurai. If you keep kneeling here and be seen by a bad person, you will be in trouble with the Matsuhide family."
"Why is this?" Guonosuke was stunned for a moment.
"So, you should stay with your brother at Yuqiu's house for a while, continue practicing martial arts and become an amazing warrior. When the master needs you, come back." Yuqiuping comforted.
"I want to...become an amazing samurai like my father. Can I do it after going to your house?" Guonosuke said clumsyly and asked Yuqiehei.
"So, can you tell me who your father is first?" Yu Qiuping asked.
"Honta Tada." Guonosuke proudly reported his father's name.
"Then your surname is also Honda." Yu Qiuping asked in surprise.
"Of course." Assistant Kurono should have said.
"Honta Kum Nosuke..." Yu Qiuhei muttered this name and smiled relievedly.
"Don't worry, I promise you that Guonosuke will definitely become the most famous samurai in Japan in the future, even better than your father." Yu Qiuhei looked at Guonosuke and said confidently.
Guonosuke raised his head blankly and looked at Yu Qiuping. The dark clouds behind the boy were gradually dissipating, and the dazzling sunlight shone through the gap, shining on the earth.
"Kuangnosuke, this is the future I promised to you. I, Yu Qiuhei, have always said what I say."
It rained all night and suddenly stopped.
Chapter completed!