A group of people were filled with questions. As soon as the Japanese left, Zhu Di couldn't help but get up and ask: "Lao Wu, this Japanese is obviously fooling us, why do you keep him? Could it be that he really covets that so-called Treasure?"
Even the young Zhu Di could guess that these Japanese who licked blood from their swords must not have much oil and water in their lair. If he had really accumulated any treasure, why would that Oita clan be wandering on the sea and become a Japanese pirate?
This Fujiwara Shinpei just used this as an excuse to steal the opportunity to live a few more days and wait for an opportunity to escape.
I'm afraid that in my heart, I'm still secretly laughing at them for being such a fool!
"Fourth brother, there is no need to be angry." Zhu Su said with a smile. "With his bad ideas, how could I not know?"
"It's just a trick to use him." Zhu Su smiled, "I happened to want to use his identity to let Emperor Lao Shizi of the Japanese country know that my Ming Dynasty can help him quell the chaos. So that he can send troops to my Ming Dynasty for help. .”
"I still need the help of two gentlemen for this matter..."
Then he called Yao Guangxiao and Gao Qi, who were standing behind him, and gave them some instructions.
"In that case, I'll make arrangements soon." Yao Guangxiao and Gao Qi clasped their fists.
"Go ahead, go ahead." Zhu Su waved his hand.
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Let’s talk about the Japanese Fujiwara Nobuhei leaving the government office. I couldn't help but feel a little proud. He had been captured by Oida Shi Nao before, and it was because of his status as the minister of Shonagon that he became a small leader among the Japanese pirates.
Now in the Ming Dynasty, the emperor's prince could actually "treat him differently" by virtue of his status. Even as soon as he left the government office, the general returned the money that had been taken from him.
Fujiwara couldn't help but feel smug about his "nobility".
Without saying a word, Cao Yuan sent him directly to Guanyi in Suzhou City.
Fujiwara sat in the room for a long time. He couldn't help but feel a little angry when he couldn't wait for the food to be delivered to him. When he opened the door, he saw two guards "protecting" him at the door, so he pretended to be a Japanese official and said:
"Do the officials of the Ming Dynasty not know how to treat guests? Why is there still no food at dusk?"
"What kind of book bag did the Japanese pirate drop?" The soldier on the left was confused and asked his companion on the right with a confused look.
"You seem to be begging for food?" The soldier on the right has a little more ink than him, but obviously not much more. "Japanese people like to imitate our nobles, but they can't imitate them. When have you ever seen our Highness talk like this?"
"That's what you said. How can a mere Japanese be compared with His Highness?" the soldier on the left said disdainfully.
"That's right. Just a Japanese!"
The soldier on the right had a look of approval, as if the word "Japanese" had some disgusting element to it. Both of them looked at Fujiwara with disgust.
Although they use the Suzhou dialect, there are similarities between the dialect and the Ming Dynasty Mandarin. Even if they really didn't understand the language, the disgust in their eyes was enough to tell that the words were definitely not good. Fujiwara had a dark face and originally wanted to scold him, but after taking a look at the swords hanging from the waists of the two soldiers, he thought about it and chose to pretend not to understand.
"It's just a guard, you don't have to be familiar with them." Fujiwara comforted himself, remembering that His Highness once said that he did not limit his actions, so he decided to go out to find some food. I have long heard about how prosperous the Tang Dynasty was, and I thought it wouldn’t be too different from the Ming Dynasty, which was also a celestial dynasty, right?
Fujiwara tentatively left the inn. Sure enough, the two soldiers did not stop him, but just followed him from a distance. He picked up the money returned to him by the Ming army, left the post house and walked into the market.
Today, thanks to the efforts of Wei Guanru Taisu and other civil servants, Suzhou has generally restored its prosperity; especially because the floods have ended, the Japanese bandits have retreated, and even the originally closed city gates have been opened, and everyone is happy. .
"The Kingdom of Heaven is indeed extremely prosperous!" Fujiwara was amazed. It was still the first lunar month, and the entire street was filled with colorful lights and huge crowds of people. The people of Suzhou were really worried about this new year. Now that they had received the certainty that it was safe, they could put down their worries and celebrate properly, which was naturally more joyful than usual. Looking at Fujiwara, he felt like he was in heaven. Compared with the dull and boring scenery of his hometown Kyoto, he suddenly felt ashamed.
This is just Suzhou! I heard that Yingtian, the capital of the Celestial Empire, is several times more prosperous than here!
After all, it was his dignity as a minister and his stomach that was roaring like thunder that brought Fujiwara back from his thoughts. He decided to go find a restaurant to eat something first. I happened to see a restaurant named "Lou Zhong Lou", and the waiter at the door was nodding and bowing to entertain customers.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped into a restaurant, he was kicked out by a waiter wearing linen: "Go. Go quickly, don't affect our restaurant's business."
Fujiwara was stunned: "You are so rude! I have money! Why don't you receive me?" He took out a handful of money. "Serve me well, and this money will be yours."
"Hey, you speak Chinese well, but you are a Japanese, are you worthy of serving me?" The waiter in the shop became angry, raised his hand and threw the sling of money aside. "Did you see that there? No Japanese are allowed in this restaurant!"
Fujiwara looked where the waiter was pointing and saw a wooden sign hanging next to the door that clearly said: Japanese pirates and dogs are not allowed to enter.
"Nani!" Fujiwara felt a rush of blood rush to his forehead. He was actually...equated to a dog?
He wanted to be angry, but then he realized that almost everyone looked at him with disgust and pointed fingers.
"I am a noble minister, not a Japanese pirate!" Fujiwara argued.
"That doesn't mean they are Japanese?" the waiter sneered. Just at this time, a customer wearing ordinary clothes walked into the restaurant. The waiter immediately changed his face: "Hey, uncle, are you here to eat? Invite me inside!"
Seeing that his attitude towards an ordinary customer was better than towards himself, a minister, Fujiwara became even more aggrieved. He wanted the two "guards" to stand up for him, but he only saw them standing far away, even looking like they were watching a show.
Just kidding, the real mission of the two of them is to supervise this guy so that he doesn't sneak away alone, and they are not really serving as his bodyguards!
Fujiwara was frustrated in front of the waiter, but there was nothing he could do. Seeing that more and more people were crowding around and pointing fingers at him, he had no choice but to leave in confusion. But when he changed to other restaurants to fill his stomach, he found that for some reason, all the stores in the city had hung wooden signs saying "Japanese pirates and dogs are not allowed".
"Could it be that this has become the custom of this Ming Dynasty city?" Fujiwara was confused.
(End of chapter)
