Sibo Yoshijun was in a dilemma, so he blocked all the family members and stayed in the secret room with Ueda Bing. Outside, he was guarded by his confidant guards and no one was allowed to approach.

The light inside was dark, and Spora Yoshijun said with a solemn look on his face: "The emperor asked me to go to Kyoto, saying that the Spora family was the position of left minister. What do you think?"

"hiss"

Ueda's body couldn't help but lean back and almost couldn't maintain balance and fell down. He held his hands behind him for a while, regardless of his rudeness, and quickly asked, "Lord, is this true?"

Spo Yichun said undisciplinedly: "The letters sent by the emperor's confidants are printed!"

"call!"

Ueda Bid closed his eyes and murmured: "After Ashikaga Yoshiki defeated North Korea, the emperor was unwilling to be lonely."

Sibo Yijun said disdainfully: "If I had known that Ashikaga Yoshihisa would have been defeated, the emperor would never abdicate back then. Now the situation has changed drastically, and the emperor will definitely want to regain his glory and hold great power. If the Sibo family goes, it will probably be a vicious dog!"

Ueda said in that dreamy tone: "Lord, a hateful dog will have a day to turn over!"

"yes!"

Spoo Yichun clenched his fists and murmured: "This is an opportunity for the Spoo family, but it may also turn into a crisis. If the Ming army really comes, where will the Spoo family go?"

"Lord, have you forgotten the kamikaze of that year? The country of Japan has the protection of the gods!"

Ueda Bing's face was flushed and his eyes were bright: "Lord, even if the Ming army comes, we can sit in the mountains and watch the tiger fight, and then make a choice after deciding the victory or defeat. Of course, we have to go there, so that we can get along well with each other and we can't lose money!"

The guards outside the house looked alert. There were several big trees planted in the yard. The leaves were blown down by the wind, floating, swaying left and right, as if they could not find the direction.

In the cabin, Chen Mo was rubbing uneasyly. Looking at the left, Liu Ming was holding the book and reading it with relish, so he got off the bunk and snatched it.

"What do you think? My uncle said that Confucianism can be learned, but don't be obsessed with it. That's a pit, a big pit!"

Liu Ming was not panicked, but just sat up and said, "This is not Confucianism."

"What is that? What else does the Ming Dynasty have besides Confucianism? Uh?"

Chen Mo had been studying for a few years. When he looked down, the two big words "math" came into view. He said angrily: "My uncle's learning should be studied seriously, don't be quivering, you should study the head with the beam and the thighs!"

Liu Ming nodded, took the book and continued to study it.

"It's boring!"

Chen Mo was bored, but he gave him a hundred courages, and he didn't dare to take a woman on the boat on Tsushima Island.

"Sleep when you're bored!"

Huang Jinlu was awakened and said impatiently.

Chen Mo sighed: "Old Huang, you can kill someone with a knife, but Liu Ming and I can't do it!"

"No, I can do it."

Liu Ming put down the book and sighed: "I used to be addicted to those circles and read those books in vain. He only thought about fame and fortune. Later, he was slapped by his uncle. Only then did he realize that the world is so big that he should not be a frog in a well."

"Flat learning is a practical learning. Bo Ye is a savage man, but he can still kill the enemy when he goes into battle, and he can control the enemy thousands of miles away in the tent. I am not as good as I! The light of fireflies is not worthy of standing with Bo Ye."

"I have understood some truths until now. This practical learning is something that can be learned by scholars, and that of soldiers can kill enemies. But I am not good at literature and martial arts, but I am not brave enough. I am only willing to go to battle and be able to kill enemies. I can teach one or two boys back home. This is enough for this life."

"You should follow me. You can't forget you if you eat and drink delicious food in the future. The children at home are not taught by your husband!"

Chen Mo made a rare generous expression. Huang Jinlu finally couldn't sleep anymore. She sat up and said, "Liu Ming, I think you are good. You are literary, scheming, and martial, and you dare to kill people, but you are all half-baked, which is a pity."

Liu Ming said with a slight look in his eyes: "I just learned Confucianism before. Although I had no strength to tie a chicken and had no way of a herdsman's plan, I always felt that the Ming Dynasty should be ours. Until that time, I kept reflecting on myself. I felt that since I wanted to do things, I still had to learn practical learning."

"Since you are willing to think and do it, you will definitely have a future. I, Huang Jinlu, are optimistic about you!"

Huang Jinlu felt that Liu Ming was also very cruel to him. Some of his qualities were quite similar to him, so he inevitably felt like a confidant.

Fang Xing didn't know that someone praised him so much. He was sighing at Zhu Zhanji who was unwilling to death.

"I have been vomiting for so long, so I shouldn't be seasick, right?"

Zhu Zhanji's throat surged a few times, and Jia Quan, who was next to him, quickly stepped forward with a wooden basin, ready to catch the vomit.

"No vomiting."

Zhu Zhanji waved his hand and then gasped, "I have been on a boat before, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful, my stomach is surging."

Fang Xing took out two small pieces of white things in a tangled manner and handed them over: "Swallow it."

"What is this?"

Zhu Zhanji took it without hesitation, then threw it into his mouth, took a sip of water and swallowed it.

Jia Quan took it for granted and then went to boil water.

"The treatment of seasickness is coming soon. If you go out like this, your morale will not be better."

Zhu Zhanji nodded, then squinted his eyes and prepared to take care of himself.

Fang woke up from the cabin and walked to the side of the boat. Xiaodao came over with a wooden barrel and said with a smile: "Master, it's all oysters."

When he came out of Tsushima, Xiaodao brought several large buckets of oysters, changed the water frequently, and it was still fresh.

"Buy a charcoal fire and let's bake it for food."

Fang Xing is not used to eating raw oysters, and the most common thing is to roast them.

Carbon roasted oysters!

Garlic and chopped green onion, but unfortunately I can’t drink alcohol.

This is live seafood, and the frozen oysters in the steak in later generations are incomparable.

Fang Xing remembered that he had been hit once, and ate charcoal roasted oysters for a late night snack, but he ended up vomiting and diarrhea when he went home.

Feeling the ups and downs of the hull, Fang Xing sat on a low stool, looking at the boundless sea water, and suddenly wanted to return to Fangjiazhuang and ignore the affairs outside from now on.

The oysters squeaked on the grill and the scent of garlic slowly came. Fang Xing saw Song Jianran scolding several thousand household officials on the ship opposite, and couldn't help but smile.

The Vermilion Bird Guard performed well in the battle of Seoul, but his stamina was insufficient. If there were no Jubaoshan Guard, he would probably be defeated in two rounds.

After logging in, if Zhu Bird Guard loses its chain, Zhu Zhanji will definitely deal with him.

So Song Jianran was preparing for the future and did not come to Fang Xing for advice. It was obvious that his self-esteem could not be held back.

As he sailed like this, the soldiers on the boat gradually adapted, and their energy was increasing.

The ship in front suddenly posed a flag and began to slow down.

"The signal came from the front and land was discovered"

"There is Wakana ahead"

The entire fleet was in full swing, and as the distance narrowed, more signals came.

Fu Xian ran outside Zhu Zhanji's hatch and said excitedly: "Your Highness, Wakasa is ahead!"
Chapter completed!