Not to mention that Zhu Su started to talk about "martial arts" to Zhu Xi. Let's talk about this side first. Fujiwara returned to the station in Suzhou city full of despair. After witnessing the power of the "General's Invincible Cannon", he was still in a state of fear until now.
At the end of his meeting with Zhu Su, he sensed His Highness's hostility towards the Japanese pirates from his impatient tone. This made him feel even more anxious.
Being despised by the common people and hostile by the nobles... this Ming Dynasty cannot stay for another day.
But His Highness made it clear that he would not let him go, and he would never dare to mention it again. If he could escape...he wouldn't dare.
The "guards" who guarded the station looked at him like they were looking down at ants on the roadside. Fujiwara was very sure that if he dared to escape, the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty would kill him without hesitation...just like slaughtering a pheasant on the roadside.
Not to mention the soldiers, even the ordinary people of the Ming Dynasty looked at me the same way I looked at the low-level untouchables in the past.
Damn it, I am a noble minister! Why did he become the bottom class after arriving in the Ming Dynasty? As a member of the Celestial Kingdom, is it so noble?
Don’t Japanese people deserve dignity in the eyes of the Celestial Empire?
Fujiwara was cursing in his heart when the door to the room opened with a creak. The clerk of the hotel station who pushed in the door said to him: "Master Fujiwara Shonagon, please move to the living room. I have guests to see you."
Fujiwara was stunned. Although the Ming Dynasty official's tone was perfunctory and he did not knock on the door, he actually called himself "Sonagon-sama" and used the word "please". This made Fujiwaraton, who had been treated coldly in the past few days, feel flattered.
Fujiwara reacted quickly and replied: "Hai, hai! Get ready right now!"
Even though the other party was just an ordinary official at the station and did not even have a serious court rank, Fujiwara, as a minister of the Japanese state, did not feel the slightest discomfort.
After the clerk finished speaking, he turned around and left without even looking at Fujiwara. Fujiwara, who was still bending down to salute, knew that this civil servant still looked down on his Japanese status. It was only because of the face of the person who wanted to see him that he would use honorifics to a Japanese for the first time.
"He must be a very important person! I can't neglect him!" Fujiwara thought happily.
After he put on the official uniform that he had washed and dried by hand, and took small Japanese steps to the reception room of the post house, he saw a tall and tall middle-aged man with his hands behind his back, admiring the plum blossoms outside the window. . Hearing the footsteps, the man turned around and revealed a handsome face with a short beard: "Your Excellency, is Mr. Fujiwara, the Duke of Japan?"
"I am Gao Qi Gao Jidi, and I have admired Fujiwara-sama for a long time." He said and motioned Fujiwara to sit down on the cushion.
"Master Gao!" Fujiwara remembered that he had seen the man in front of Zhu Su before, so he did not dare to neglect him at all. After he knelt down and sat down, he bowed upright and bowed to Gao Qi. "Master Gao has summoned me, but what advice do you have? I am all ears."
"Haha, I'm not an adult." Gao Qi was amused by this cautious Japanese. I remember that a few days ago, although he was respectful in front of His Highness, he looked respectful but unconvinced. Only a few days have passed, but it has become so frightening. It seemed that His Highness the Fifth Prince's method really hit him hard.
"I don't have any official position, just a white body. Mr. Fujiwara can just call me husband." Gao Qi twisted his beard and said. If it were in the past, Fujiwara would have been furious when he heard that Gao Qi was a white man with no official position, thinking that Gao Qi was not worthy of sitting at the same table with him. But now Fujiwara didn't feel any displeasure in his heart. He only lowered his head and said: "Hai, Mr. Gao." His attitude was still very respectful.
"Haha. I have always been very interested in the affairs of the four barbarians. I learned that Mr. Fujiwara is the official minister of the Japanese country, so I came here to ask Mr. Fujiwara for advice." Gao Qidao then asked seriously about the culture, folk customs, and language of the Japanese country. Only then did Fujiwara realize that this was actually a scholar, so he cheered up and answered one by one.
He could tell that Mr. Gao was a very well-educated Confucian. His words and deeds all revealed the "modest, confident, and open-minded" Confucian temperament of China's great country. Fujiwara was fascinated and his attitude became more and more respectful. .
Under Gao Qi's guidance, the two became more and more speculative as they chatted.
Fujiwara felt that he had never been so happy these days. When he was in Japan, he also considered himself an elegant person. He is good at both Waka and Noh music. But since the Emperor was defeated and moved south, he has been homeless several times and has never been able to do anything elegant again. When he stayed under the fence of the Oida family, he helped the rude samurai Oida clan manage the housework and do chores, which was not elegant at all.
Unexpectedly, today in Daming, he could find this "elegance" and noble feeling. This scholar of the Ming Dynasty was more elegant than all the nobles of the Japanese country. The Confucian temperament in his movements made Fujiwara feel like a spring breeze. Especially after asking Fujiwara about the "Japanese songs" of Japan, the Ming Dynasty scholar named Gao Qi immediately recited a current "poetry" impromptu, which made Fujiwara admire him.
It is indeed a poem from the Heavenly Kingdom. Compared with this impromptu poem, even the many famous "Japanese songs" that have been sung in the motherland for a long time seem so eclipsed!
Thinking of this, Fujiwara actually cried. Gao Qi smiled when he saw this and said: "Master Fujiwara, why are you crying when the scenery is so beautiful?"
"Mr. Gao is laughing." Fujiwara wiped away the tears from his eyes. "I just really admire the Chinese culture. Your country is so powerful, and your poetry is so elegant... I have admired and studied the Chinese culture for hundreds of years, but in the end it is not as good as the Wan Yi of the Chinese..."
"Alas, after all, in the eyes of the Celestial Empire, I, the Japanese, are nothing more than barbarians and bitches. These days, I often regret that I was born in the wrong place, became a Japanese, and could not be transformed into a king of the Celestial Empire..." Fujiwara expressed his feelings.
"Why did Mr. Fujiwara surrender to the Japanese?" Gao Qi looked at Fujiwara with surprised eyes as if he had seen something incredible. "Isn't your Excellency descended from the Fujiwara clan of Japan?"
"Huh?" Fujiwara was also surprised. "Succumbing to self-destruction? Why do you say that, Mr. Gao?"
"I am indeed the queen of the Fujiwara clan...but what does this have to do with being willing to degenerate and becoming a Japanese?"
"Of course it does matter!" Gao Qi slapped the table, startling Fujiwara. But the next sentence almost shocked Fujiwara’s jaw:
"From the emperor of your Japanese country to several nobles with extremely long heritage, all of them came from the Xia Dynasty of China!"
"Why, have you all forgotten your ancestry and even your ancestral roots?"
(End of chapter)
