However, just as Yu Qiuping had already pulled the bowstring full and was about to shoot the arrow, he suddenly stopped, his hands froze there, and watched the dog run through the woods in front of him.

"What's going on? Why don't you shoot? If you don't shoot, you'll have an arrow. What if you get hit?" Ikeda Hengxing saw Yu Qiuping stunned there and asked loudly in surprise.

"That dog... seems to be a dog breed from Europa......" Yu Qiuping rubbed his eyes, not sure if he could see clearly. When he was a child, he lived next door to his neighbor, and seemed to have a dog like that - it seemed to be called a Portuguese water dog? Or a Spanish water dog? I can't remember it.

"What." Yoshiki Ikeda obviously didn't hear Yu Qiuhei's muttering quietly like a man who said to himself. With Rakiyuki Saki, the Maeda Taki family followed him.

"That dog seems to be not a Japanese dog breed, but Europa." Yu Qiuping repeated his words, "So it shouldn't be a wild dog. It was brought by Europa. It should have a master, so it's not easy to kill it casually."

"Are you saying that there are southern barbarians living in this forest?" Yoshihiro Ikeda pointed at the woods in front, then excitedly whipped off the horse's butt and ran over quickly, "Then you can't go and see!"

"It's not necessarily here, maybe I'll live far away." Yu Qiuping and others followed helplessly, and couldn't help complaining.

"If we really live far away, we can also catch the dog back and have fun! The emperor is far away, so he can't control it!" Ikeda Hengxing turned around and smiled evilly.

"What a big man." Yu Qiuping held his forehead deeply, but his curiosity urged him to chase him, "Anyway, you picked up the ones you can't run away from you."

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The group was aimlessly wandering in the forest, wandering around until noon and found nothing. Their stomachs began to growl, so everyone found a flat place to sit down, spread out the picnic mats they brought in advance, set up two fires, skewed the prey they caught this morning, and started barbecuing.

"Lanwan, go and bring the sauce." Yu Qiuping Chao Senlanwan greeted him twice. The latter took out a few bottles and jars and a few brushes from the salute hanging on the horse's back and handed them to Yu Qiuping. Yu Qiuping immediately took the brush and began to brush the sauce on the prey that had been skinned, sprinkled some flour, and frequently turned the skewers, looking very much like the guy in front of the barbecue stall.

"I said Hongye, why did he bring so many fancy ones?" Sabuki Ryono looked at Yu Qiuhei's skillful techniques.

"Do you understand? I won the heart of my wife by relying on barbecue!" Yu Qiuping recalled the painful experience of Yu Qiuping eating all the meat he prepared when he was a teenager because Imakawa Kaede protested to eat pork and beef, but he described a completely opposite beautiful scene. "You can't forget your old job."

"It's still Hongye who understands life." Maeda Taki nodded and exclaimed, "We have to study hard."

"What are you learning? That guy Hongye can't catch any prey himself. He has prepared barbecue items long ago. Isn't it just pointing at eating for nothing?" Ikeda Hengxing picked up a deer leg and started gnawing, but muttered, "If it weren't for me, Zhang Shin-saker, you would have been hungry at noon."

"Don't say that it's useless, just say it's delicious." Saki Ryoyu snorted, picked up a chicken wing and pointed at Hiroki Ikeda with a bamboo stick.

"It's okay." Yoshiki Ikeda touched the oil at the corner of his mouth with Miyao's sleeve, so he nodded as a difficult situation, but his mouth was honest and never stopped for a moment.

Everyone ate happily for a while, and Yu Qiuping called on the guards behind him to come and have some food. So Ikeda Hengxing and others caught enough prey, which was completely enough. Yu Qiuping played the role of a chef alone, and was so tired that his hands were so exhausted. However, seeing the guards who thanked him repeatedly, Yu Qiuping felt satisfied.

"Hey, Hongye, get some water. It's too oily and a little thirsty." Hiroki Ikeda shook the bamboo tube he had drunk and said, "Ikeda said, "Iron Hatsuki shook his clean bamboo tube and said, "I said, "

"What's wrong? I've really used me now?" Yu Qiuping smiled and pointed at him with a thumbs upside down, "I want to drink myself and go to the river to fetch water."

"The barbecue you made is so delicious that we have eaten too much, so don't you help with the aftermath?" Sabuki Ryono also responded to Hiroki Ikeda from the side.

"Okay, my little mouth is covered with honey, it's pretty good to say." Yu Qiuping laughed twice, waved to his guards, and walked towards the river far away with everyone's kettle and bamboo tubes. However, when he walked to the river, he suddenly found traces of animals trampling in the bushes. Looking along the row of footprints, he saw that the water dog that Yu Qiuping had just seen was drinking water by the stream. After realizing that someone was behind him, the water dog immediately pierced into the water and swam to the other side of the river.

"Follow up and take a look." Yu Qiuping was very entertained, and signaled the guards behind him to flow through the stream with him and chased them all the way along the footprints of the water dog. At the end of the footprints was a small lake among the forest. And beside the lake was a somewhat simple yard and a wooden house.

Seeing Yu Qiuping and others approaching, the water dog immediately barked loudly, as if warning the owner of the yard. Not long after, he saw the door of the wooden house being pushed open, and a middle-aged European with gray hair and blue eyes walked out. The small wooden cross hanging between his neck explained his identity - a missionary. After seeing a group of people dressed in warriors, he immediately bowed, then squatted down to comfort his dog, and spoke in words that Yu Qiuping and others could not understand.

After he sent the dog back to the backyard, he immediately walked towards Yu Qiuping quickly, bowed again, and said in standard Japanese: "Dear Samurai, my beloved dog has disturbed you. I am really sorry, because I am not taking strict care of it."

"It's okay, it's because we disturbed him." Yu Qiuping shook his head embarrassedly, stretched out his hand to the missionary and said, "What do you call him?"

"Louis Floyce." The missionary replied in the pronunciation of Katakana, "How can you ask the adults call me?"

"Rain Qiuping, Rain Qiuping red leaves." Yu Qiuping also reported his name.

"Oh, it turns out that it is Your Highness, I'm disrespectful." The missionary immediately saluted Yuqiu with more solemn etiquette when he heard this, but he did not show any fear and fear. He stretched out his hand sideways, "If you don't dislike me, I'm willing to prepare some tea and treat you to apologize for your beloved dog's misconduct just now."

"Is the tea for 20 people OK?" Yu Qiuping was about to agree, but suddenly his dozen brothers and their guards were waiting to drink water.

"Of course." Flois was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded, "Please."

Yu Qiuping and his group followed Flois into the house. The puppy outside the yard seemed to be still whispering vigilantly. The layout inside the house was very simple. It was not a tatami but a yard, but a high-legged bed. There were some clothes piled up on the bed. In the center of the small house, there was a writing desk and a shabby chair with a backrest. There were piles of papers scattered on the table, and the wastebaskets on the side were almost full.

Flois walked to a corner of the house, where there was a very large bucket of water. He opened the lid and waved to Yu Qiuping. Yu Qiuping walked over and found that there was a big bucket of tea here.

"Why did you make such a big bucket of tea? Can you finish drinking it?" Yu Qiuping laughed in silence when he saw this.

"I am so happy that I can drink tea. I feel it's troublesome to soak it again and again, so I finished it in one breath and kept it for drinking." When Floyce smiled, the beards on his lips would also squeeze together.

"Then I'll be fine." Yu Qiuping signaled his guards to take the kettle and water barrel to the big tea bucket to fill the tea. He walked to the writing table and looked at the draft on the table curiously.

"What is this written?" Yu Qiuping asked, pointing to the mountain of paper piled up on the table.

"When you go back to your highness, you write about history."

"History?" Yu Qiuping looked at the words on the paper, which seemed to be in Portuguese, so he turned around and asked, "Is Portugal history?"

"No, it's Japanese history. I want to record what happened in Japan for decades." Floyce replied casually, then realizing something was wrong.

"Your Highness knows Portuguese?" Flois exclaimed in an instant, stepped in front of Yu Qiuping in two steps, blocking Yu Qiuping's view at the table.

"Ah... it's not right. I just know a few words. I read them when I was bored when I was a child." Yu Qiuping scratched his forehead embarrassedly, and peeked at other people's works. It seemed that it really caused the European's displeasure - it seemed to be Portuguese - he was in Portuguese anyway.

"That's it." Flois was relieved when he heard this, and let go of his body. He seemed to feel that Yu Qiuping couldn't understand it and let down his heart. He drew a cross on his chest, "Your Highness is so knowledgeable, Amen."

"Haha, I won the prize." Yu Qiuping laughed twice. He said he knew a few words, but in fact he only knew the word "red leaves". When he was a child, he had a sudden idea and wanted to learn how to write red leaves in all languages ​​- but later he gave up.

He looked at the paper, and there were some Arabic numerals on it, which said "11", which seemed to be talking about the eleventh year of Yonglu (1568). After all, it was not yet the eleventh year of Tianzheng. Speaking of the eleventh year of Yonglu (1568), we have to mention the battle between the Sanhao family and the coalition forces that decided the ownership of Kinki. Yu Qiuping also shined in the battle. So Yu Qiuping tried to find the word "red leaves" in the history written by the missionary. However, after working hard for a long time, he searched all the paper on the table, but still found nothing. So he looked through the stacks of papers on the side, spanning several years, but still couldn't find his name.

"Your Highness, are you looking for? Do you understand?" Floyce's voice became a little stuttered because of the tension when he saw Yu Qiuping looking at the paper on the table so seriously.

"Nothing," Yu Qiuping laughed dryly, shook his head and said, "Of course I can't understand it, just take a look."

It's strange, did I remember the wrong way to spell the Portuguese word "Red Leaf"? It shouldn't be, then why didn't I appear in the history of Yonglu 11th (1568)? I'm so unfamous! It's impossible.

Maybe this missionary used my real name directly, Yu Qiuping? That's it.

"Your Highness, you're ready." Just as Yu Qiuping was thinking about it, Mori Lanmaru raised his hand that had hung a kettle on his arm and greeted Yu Qiuping.

"I understand, then let's go back." Yu Qiuping turned around and bowed to Floyce, "Thank you for your tea, I wish your history writing goes smoothly."

"May the Lord bless you, Your Highness." Flois drew a cross on his chest and personally sent Yu Qiuping out of the door, watching Yu Qiuping's figure disappear on the path among the mountains and forests.

Then he rushed back to the house with a pale face and lit a fire in the fireplace. After hesitating for a while, he finally gritted his teeth and threw the drafts on the table that had exhausted his countless efforts into the stove and burned them to ashes. Then, he sat down against the wall with fear and sweated heavily.
Chapter completed!