"Who?" Kira Uchinari and Tian Shen Kentaro were shocked when they saw this. They both stepped forward to protect Imagawa Yoshimoto, and Kira Uchinari even drew out a sword. But as soon as the man took off his hat, Kira Usei and Tian Shen Kentaro were so frightened that they repeatedly apologized - it was none other than Ginkgo.
"Ginkgo, why are you in such a mess?" Imagawa Yoshimoto looked at Ginkgo's appearance and couldn't help but laugh. She was wearing earth-gray tattered clothes with many patches on them - she didn't know where she found the clothes. On her head was a broken straw hat that only a farmer would wear, and on her feet were straw sandals. Her hair was messed up, and she had a gray face—someone who didn’t know thought she was a village woman from some family.
"Isn't this just to hide from mother and get out of the pill." Ginkgo laughed happily, pointed to her dimple with her index finger, and put the basket behind her back on the carriage. Imagawa Yoshimoto opened the tarpaulin and discovered that the basket contained Ginkgo's change of clothes.
"I've told you how many times, Iaji made things difficult for you before, just to deal with your father's plan in advance. Now that the plan is over, I won't make things difficult for you anymore." Imagawa Yoshimoto stretched out his hand and pulled Ginkgo. After getting on the carriage, he took out a handkerchief to help Ginkgo carefully wipe off all the dust on her face, while complaining: "It's so dirty... I really can't help it... You've toiled yourself like this, and others will think it's wrong when they see it. If I robbed a common girl, wouldn’t I be pregnant with my reputation?”
"Sir, a mysophobic person who can't even see a speck of dust, how can he find a common girl?" Ginkgo snorted and turned away, but happened to make eye contact with another woman on the carriage - she was elegantly dressed. She wears a kimono, and her movements are full of upper-class atmosphere. Her face is thickly powdered, her eyebrows have been shaved off, leaving only two black spots, and her teeth have also been blackened - white face and black teeth - the standard dress of a public noble. .
"I've met my sister." The woman bowed deeply and politely, even the position of each finger was precise.
Ginkgo realized that the woman in front of him should be his sister-in-law, Takeda Harunobu's first wife, Mrs. Sanjo - the daughter of the internal minister Sanjo Kōnori who was born in the Tsinghua family.
Ginkgo subconsciously wanted to imitate Mrs. Sanjo's etiquette and return the favor, but she immediately realized that as she was not used to etiquette, she would only be able to make an unusual gesture, so she simply gave up and said casually: "You're welcome, sister, mountain people don't have to I'm surprised you are so polite."
Imagawa Yoshimoto instinctively felt the sudden smell of gunpowder between the two women - he hadn't even realized how they got into each other in the electric light of their first meeting.
In front of him, there was a sharp contrast between the elegant Mrs. Sanjo and the gray-faced Ginkgo - as if they were from two worlds - an unworldly public lady was passing by a slum in a bullock cart and met A folk girl who manages fireworks. However, Imagawa Yoshimoto didn't think about comparison. He just wanted to quickly wipe the dust off Ginkgo's hair, it was so dirty.
"Sister is joking, we are all a family, why should we be so modest?" Mrs. Sanjo said tactfully, but did not leave much room in her words, "Your Highness Yoshimoto is so knowledgeable and sensible, Imagawakan is also a place of elegance, the mistress of the Imagawa family How can it be 'not polite'?"
Imagawa Yoshimoto, who was wiping Ginkgo's hair, was inexplicably affected by the flames of the war. He was embarrassed for a moment and subconsciously recited a poem to explain Ginkgo: "If you are modest in size, you know how to be polite. Why do you need to practice it?"
"You practice every day and you finally get it right. How can you not learn the etiquette?" Mrs. Sanjo was obviously impressed by Imagawa Yoshimoto's talent. She said with interest: "I didn't expect His Highness Imagawa to have such a deep understanding of haiku." Achievements?"
"I know a thing or two, but I don't dare to say anything profound." Being praised like this by another woman in front of his wife, Imagawa Yoshimoto did not dare to make a mistake and thanked him profusely.
"Your Highness, I would like to discuss Japanese songs with His Highness Imagawa. I wonder if you will allow it?" Mrs. Sanjo then bowed respectfully to Takeda Harunobu and asked in a low voice.
"Please." Takeda Harunobu raised his hand slightly and replied respectfully. Then he stood up and moved out of the carriage, smiled and nodded to Imagawa Yoshimoto, "I know Goro's talent. You are in the carriage, right. We uneducated mountain people went outside to ride horses."
"This..." Imagawa Yoshimoto suddenly became more embarrassed and looked at Ginkgo tentatively. The latter frowned, turned away angrily, pretended to be angry and ignored Imagawa Yoshimoto, turned around and jumped onto the horse next to the carriage with a light jump. Imagawa Yoshimoto quickly raised his hands and smiled bitterly, indicating that he did not mean it.
"Just take care of yourself, sir. Hmph, go and sing your waka with an educated woman. This little girl is not very talented and has little knowledge, so I won't be able to talk to you." Ginkgo rolled her eyes at Imagawa Yoshimoto again, then raised her whip and said: Takeda Harunobu went to the front of the queue.
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"Women are the most jealous, Master Hongxin, don't make fun of him."
In another carriage behind the carriage, Taiyuan Xuezai and Takeda Hironobu witnessed the farce of the young couples in the carriage in front. Taiyuan Xuezai smiled and explained to his mistress.
"Haha, how dare you, how dare you, we are obviously mountain people from Kai, and we can't talk to elegant people." Takeda Hironobu smiled and knocked on the wooden fish placed in front of him.
"Yes, my disciple, if nothing else, is the best in the world in being arty. Although our mistress has a different personality, she must secretly regret the lack of a common language. That's why we envy your mistress. A talented woman who can communicate like this with my disciple." Taiyuan Xue Zhai guessed the woman's thoughts and looked at the situation of the carriage in front, but suddenly found that Mrs. Sanjo who was supposed to be proud was actually more depressed than Ginkgo.
"It's just... who is envious of whom?" Takeda Hironobu said slowly after realizing that Taiyuan Xue Zhai also noticed this.
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"Do you always talk like this?" Ginkgo, who was riding side by side in front of the carriage, couldn't help complaining to Takeda Harunobu, "What's this about a 'concubine', and what's a 'please', why are you like this?" Cold? It's like someone who goes to Kyoto to sell his official position and is polite to the minister. Aren't you tired of talking like this all day long? "
"Isn't that what it's like for a public woman? She always puts on airs, has to show off when she eats or sleeps, and serves her like her ancestors. How can she not be respectful when speaking?" Takeda Harunobu grinned and complained, "Since she wants to talk like this , then I will tell her, who still owes whom?"
"Maybe people enjoy it and think it can show their elegance." Ginkgo chuckled and said sarcastically, "It's great to be literate, and someone who can recite poems correctly is not better than me, a native girl from the mountains? "
"Haha, come on, we all grow up in our mothers' wombs, with two eyes and one mouth, and they think the same thing. No matter how elegant a woman is, she all wants to hear sweet words and talk to each other, otherwise the royal family will Then there are so many deviant and incest things?" Takeda Harunobu saw clearly and burst into laughter:
"Do you think my wife doesn't want to hear sweet words? She doesn't want to have an intimate conversation like my sister and Wu Lang? She thought, she wanted to die, so she saw Wu Lang wiping your face and hair affectionately and carefully, and heard your happy and leisurely talk. If you have a conversation, you will become jealous and want to squeeze you."
"Ah, since she doesn't want to, why doesn't she talk nicely? She must continue to put on airs." Ginkgo asked, tilting her head.
However, Takeda Harunobu seemed to have been grudged for a long time and said without any scruples: "Do you think you can let go of this air if you want? It's not that easy. People always have face, and the weaker the person, the more they care about themselves. She is so thin, how can she put down the established character easily? She has to have someone give her the steps, and beg her grandpa and grandma to serve her, so that she can get down the steps comfortably, and then she has to say, "You forced me to do this." Such nonsense. Who will serve?"
"Ah, it seems that the relationship between husband and wife is very unfriendly. How can this be done? Family disharmony is a taboo in the Wu family." Ginkgo scholar Nobutora Takeda's tone at that time brought out the word "family". Both Nobutora Takeda and Harunobu Takeda Extremely concerned, he said sarcastically with a smirk.
"'Conjugal relationship'? What's the use of that kind of thing? All she needs to do is help me give birth to the heir of the family, and all she needs to do is allow me to use the connections of the Sanjo family. As for the soft land, I'll go find my little Suwa If not, what's the use of her?" Takeda Harunobu spat on the ground, "Just treat it as dry wood, as long as it can give birth to children."
"There is really no way..." Ginkgo let out a long sigh.
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On the other side, in the carriage, the duet between Imagawa Yoshimoto and Mrs. Sanjo did not last long. Imagawa Yoshimoto has been carefully paying attention to the reaction of Ginkgo on the horse in front, and Ginkgo also looks back from time to time to glare at Imagawa Yoshimoto. Every time Imagawa Yoshimoto would apologize with a distant smile. However, Takeda Harunobu didn't seem to care at all about what was going on in the carriage. He never looked back at Mrs. Sanjo once and looked at the scenery on the roadside freely. Mrs. Sanjo seemed to be preoccupied, she started to feel unhappy when talking to each other, and she gradually spoke less and less. Imagawa Yoshimoto noticed that Mrs. Sanjo had lost interest, and naturally had no intention of continuing to answer the conversation.
"It's really good."
After a long time, Mrs. Sanjo suddenly sighed.
"What?" Imagawa Yoshimoto obviously didn't understand.
"The way His Highness and his wife get along." Mrs. Sanjo murmured a phrase whose subject, predicate and object were unclear, without even adding an honorific.
"Oh? Madam, do you like this kind of thing?" Imagawa Yoshimoto was stunned for a moment, "I thought that you and His Highness Takeda would like to treat each other as guests and treat each other with the same eyebrows."
"Who knows?" Mrs. Sanjo hummed again in a Waka style, and then shook her head.
