The gate is more than ten feet tall, and although the red door brown tiles and wood carvings are not big, the exquisiteness also highlights the status of the Asano family. On such a materially scarce island, this can be called luxury. This is just a gate. Huogawa did not show that he entered the Asano Mansion with a calm expression. Behind him were a group of samurai from the Asano family.

At this moment, Asano's head, Asano Naga, was not in the mansion. Of course, Asano Naga was busy with official duties in the general's mansion, but after entering the yard, many people still ran over. Several dressed in gorgeous clothes and women, and a few children ran over from the arch behind the courtyard.

"Sister, sister, you're back. Taro is almost crying and can't see it..."

The boy was only about one meter tall and rushed out and saved Xiaoyezi. The children behind him were also wearing small kimonos and wooden clogs on their feet. At the entrance of the arch, several women hugged each other and cried and did not come over.

Holding the little boy in his arms, Xiao Yezi's tears flowed down like a valve faucet was turned on.

Several women pulled Xiao Yezi and whispered to ask about their experiences these days, asking about their well-being. They led her and Juechuan into a central hall. Several other slightly younger beauties glanced at Juechuan from time to time. Occasionally, a few laughs would come.

The wife, or Asano's wife, cannot have much status at home, so of course, Masakawa's life-saving grace cannot be achieved by the housewife at home. Masakawa was lonely and embarrassed to follow the wife and children in the room and was led to a side room by his servants to rest.

Juekawa, who was lying on the bed, felt sleepy. He fell asleep after not lying down for long.

In the dream, Juechuan felt vaguely as if he was drifting on a boundless blue sea. In this dream for a hundred years, Juechuan was also lonely and helpless and didn't know how long he had been drifting on the sea. The time in the dream seemed to be infinitely extended. Juechuan shouted in the dream and swam desperately on the sea, but it was useless. Until he vaguely heard the sound of gold and jade knocking. The sky on the entire sea suddenly darkened until it was pitch black.

Juechuan's head was extremely clear at this moment, and there was a faint sandalwood in the room. He sniffed his nose gently. He knew that it was the taste of the precious Song Dynasty spice. After all, Juechuan, who had been a samurai, was not a country bumpkin. The things originally used to calm the mind had a counterproductive effect on him, a man with ambition.

At this time, the sound outside the door also attracted Juechuan's attention. The man sang in unison was mixed with the woman's unrestrained laughter and the sound of the covered instruments.

After putting on his clothes, Juechuan pushed open his door.

"Big, big, sir, you are awake. The villain is the man who is ordered to serve the great man Amu."

A teenager, who was not tall enough to Juechuan's shoulders, saw the door open, quickly bowed deeply, lowered his head and hurriedly finished his words.

"Well, is there a banquet? Lead the way!"

Kurakawa was wearing a generous kimono, which was also prepared by the Asano family. However, unlike the recruited samurai, the clothes should be prepared for the original Asano family's men. The best cloth is completely different from those clothes mixed with sesame. It is very comfortable to pass on and does not feel like it is stung.

The zigzag hall that passed by the morning was now full of samurai, with samurai braids standing in the middle of the scalp. They sat beside them, with women with smaller bodies, white faces on their faces and a little cherry on their mouths. These women were wearing colorful kimonos and huge cloud buns on their heads. But the wide kimono collar facilitated those thick and black hands.

Both of them were as unrestrained as if they were slutting up and down. These women also poured wine and cloth dishes for these "samurai" adults, while laughing in their mouths.

This scene has not been seen by Kurakawa. This is a privilege of the upper class in Japan. There is basically no big difference between women, but the dishes on the table can tell the level of the banquet.

There are sashimi, rice balls, and vegetable balls. It’s pretty good. Japanese people are guided by the great master Amaterasu and are vegetarians for the whole nation, even samurai and other things. Of course, eating fish is also OK.

But who doesn't know that the meat is delicious? Well, most Japanese people may really not know that many Japanese people have never tasted cooked meat at all. But in the real upper class, the real Japanese rulers, they know what meat tastes. Of course, as samurai, some smart people know that many wild samurai have also eaten it. Because there is a stroll, who cares about what Amaterasu stipulates. Do you have to starve yourself to death without eating meat?

Looking around, the first long table was empty, with food and food placed there but no one had moved it. The left position of the main seat is now empty. The person sitting on the right hand of the main seat, Masakawa, who knew the "samurai" leader he had met that morning.

"Sunset, Lord Juechuan, hurry up, the location has been reserved for you. The Lord stays at the General's Mansion to discuss major events. You may come back later tonight. Today, the eldest lady returns safely. The mistress specially arranged this banquet to entertain the Lord. We also borrowed the light of Lord Juechuan. Please don't want it, hurry up and take the seat."

Of course, Juechuan didn't want to refuse, so he walked towards the main seat on the left with a meteor. The two women who were originally sitting around the tall and thin samurai leader, one of whom was full of figure quickly got up and took a small step behind Juechuan. Then Yingying knelt down. It didn't matter. The wide kimono on her body was pressed by her knees, and the already open collar was pulled open with four pieces, but she seemed to have not noticed it. She pulled the sleeves of the kimono with one hand and picked up the white porcelain wine pot in front of Juechuan with the other hand, and poured a glass of wine in the cup in front of Juechuan.

At such a close distance, followed by the bright yellow lights, the white skin was illuminated warmly, and all the undulating hills hit Juechuan's eyes. The plump body is not easy to find in Japan, but Chaihuo Niu grabbed a lot of things. Scarcity is precious, and of course the same is true for people. Just before Juechuan pulled out his eyes, another geisha came to the right side of his body.

Unlike plump women, this geisha looked much thinner, but she was tightly pressed against Juechuan and almost sat on Juechuan's legs. When she sat down, she even pulled her kimono away, revealing her white thighs. She grabbed the chopsticks on the table, picked up a piece of pink fish and dipped it in some sauce, and delivered it to Juechuan. She also brought a delicate little face with the sashimi, mixed with the feminine charm of women.
Chapter completed!