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"Huh?" Qingdeng raised his eyebrows, and then he sent puzzled eyes to the owner of the teahouse in front of him, and asked back, "That person is coming soon? What do you mean? Who is coming?"

At this time, Tianzhangyuan and others who happened to be walking beside Qingdeng all heard the inexplicable words just now from the owner of the teahouse, so they cooperated with Qingdeng and looked at the owner of the teahouse in puzzlement.

The owner of the tea house sighed heavily, and then said in an anxious tone:

"Master Samurai, you don't know that this group of Confucian scholars actually made an appointment with a very troublesome person at today's gathering. That person is Itakura, who has a wealth of wealth and a powerful family behind him. Hirahiko!"

Itakura Hirahiko - Hearing this name, Qing Deng was stunned for a moment, and then quickly recalled who this person was.

"Master Samurai, do you know who Itakura Hirahiko is?" asked the owner of the tea house.

Qingdeng nodded: "I know. It's the second son of Itakura Katsutoro, who is one of today's young masters, who started the textile business by relying on the power of his family."

Of course Qingdeng knew who Itakura Hirahiko was, it was impossible for him not to know who this person was.

After all, less than half an hour ago, Ms. Tedai introduced who Itakura Hirahiko was to Qingdeng, Tianzhangyuan and his party in great detail.

Seeing Qingdeng nod, the owner of the teahouse, who saved his pen and explained to Qingdeng and others what kind of kung fu Itakura Hirahiko was, let out a sigh of relief.

"It's good that you know who Itakura Hirahiko is, since you know who this person is, then don't dawdle, hurry up and get out of here!"

"These Confucian scholars are all friends of Itakura Hirahiko, and have a close relationship with Itakura Hirahiko."

"If you treat these Confucian scholars like this, Itakura Hirahiko will never let it go like this."

Facing the earnest persuasion of the owner of the tea house, Tokugawa Iemo was not only unmoved, he did not follow the advice of the owner of the tea house, and fled quickly with oil on his feet. On the contrary, he asked with great interest:

"Boss, how do you know that Itakura Hirahiko is coming here?"

"Master Samurai, this... well, now is not the time to ask such a question."

Despite showing a heartbroken and annoyed expression, the owner of the tea house patiently and succinctly replied quickly:

"These Confucian scholars are regular customers of my shop. They and Itakura Hirahiko often come to my shop together to drink tea and eat snacks."

"Before you came to my shop, Hirose... ah, one of these Confucian scholars came to me and told me: Itakura Hirahiko will have a banquet later, so I will know Itakura Hirahiko will be here in a while."

"Master Samurai, that Itakura Hirahiko was notoriously difficult to get along with, so take advantage of him..."

Before the owner of the tea house could finish his sentence, he suddenly heard a bluffing sound from the crowd in front of Qingdeng and the others:

"Huh? Why are there so many people here? Did something interesting happen?"

This is a middle-aged man's voice full of oily tone. The moment he heard this middle-aged man's voice, the owner of the tea house turned pale and muttered:

"It's over, it's over...he's here..."

...

...

Move forward a little bit in time——

"Okino-kun, how are you? Are you okay?"

"It's, it's okay...the shoulder hurts...but it's not broken, it's nothing serious..."

"Hiss... my waist...! Okino-kun, Yuki-kun, give me a hand!"

A few Confucian scholars who were not unconscious on the spot, but still possessed certain mobility, gathered together in twos and threes like a group of bereaved dogs licking each other's wounds.

At this moment, their faces no longer had the excited look of scolding Fang Qiu when they pointed out the country in the tea house just now; nor did they ask Qingdeng to "go outside", and they wanted to directly teach Qingdeng a lesson. Arrogant.

One by one, they looked like mourning concubines, with slumped faces, and their faces were so gloomy that they seemed to drip black water at any moment.

In fact, if there was a crack nearby, these rotten people really wanted to get in now and never see anyone again.

What a shame.

Shame on me!

Qingdeng unilaterally suppressed and beat all the fights between literature and martial arts... Such a result is really extremely embarrassing and embarrassing.

At this time, a Confucian scholar suggested this way:

"I, let's get out of here quickly..."

As soon as he made this proposal, he immediately got a lot of people's nods.

The current atmosphere lingering behind them, and the mocking gazes of the spectators around them, all make them feel that they are all burnt inside, and their hearts are full of arrows.

Even for a second, they want to leave this sad place as soon as possible.

But at this moment, a bald Confucian scholar who was half bald suddenly gritted his teeth and said:

"No! You can't just leave like this! If you just run away with your tail between your legs, are you willing?"

The Confucian scholar who just proposed to "slip away quickly" lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice:

"Mr. Guangtian, being bullied like this, how could we be willing to run away in such a haste? But if we don't leave this place, what can we do?"

There is an obvious implication hidden in the words of this Confucian scholar—we are all no match for the man in the bamboo hat, what can we do against him?

"I admit, we... are indeed no match for that bastard wearing a bamboo hat." The bald man gritted his teeth again, "But, have you forgotten? In the party we are waiting for today, there is one person who has not yet arrived seat!"

As soon as the bald man said this, the eyes of everyone around him lit up.

Immediately afterwards, they heard their voices harmonize one by one:

"That's right, we forgot...we can go to Itakura-sama for help!"

"Yes! Let's ask Itakura-sama to vent this anger for us!"

"Itakura-sama is here, let's see how arrogant this beast dares to humiliate us!"

Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrives.

At this moment, the oily middle-aged male voice sounded from the crowd not far from them: "Huh? Why are so many people gathered here? Did something interesting happen?"

...

...

Qingdeng Xunsheng raised his eyes - a mountain of meat came into view.

Roshan on a physical level.

An extremely fat middle-aged man, under the protection of four stern-looking warriors, squeezed through the crowd bit by bit, moved inch by inch, and walked into the place surrounded by onlookers... that is, The open space where Qingdeng and others are currently located.

I saw that this big fat man was about forty or fifty years old, and he was dressed in gorgeous and exquisite clothes.

Even a layman like Qingdeng who doesn't understand the clothing market at all can tell at a glance that this person's outfit is definitely not something ordinary families can afford.

This extravagant dress is stuffed like three basketballs into the huge belly, which is full of drums.

From the chin to the collarbone, there are at least seven layers of flesh in this area—this is the first time Qingdeng has seen a person with so many layers of chin.

Judging from the shape of the facial features, this big fat man should not be ugly, but the super high "body fat content" stretched his entire face, and the facial features were elongated, making his face extraordinarily bloated, ferocious.

To be able to raise such a body shape in the feudal age when supplies were scarce... I have to say, this is also a skill.

Extremely rich body shape; protected by 4 bodyguard-like warriors; walks swaggeringly, with an arrogant appearance like the second child and the third child...

Even without the introduction of others, Qingdeng can recognize him instantly—this person should be the top official's son and unscrupulous capitalist: Itakura Hirahiko that the owner of the tea house and Miss Tedai said.

There were too many people standing in front of him. Seeing this, Itakura Hirahiko ordered in a very rough tone:

"Hey! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!"

Seeing Itakura Hirahiko's demeanor, everyone knew that this person is definitely not someone to provoke, so they didn't dare to disobey, and quickly separated to the left and right to make room for Itakura Hirahiko with a huge body. The main road for bodyguards.

Itakura Hirahiko unceremoniously stepped on the path made by everyone, and walked 5 steps away from Qingdeng and others.

"Huh? Hirose-kun?" Itakura Hirahiko looked at the disoriented and embarrassed Confucian scholars with a shocked face, "Why do you look like this? What happened?"

"Itakura-sama!"

"Itakura-sama! You are finally here!"

"Itakura-sama! You came just in time!"

The Confucian scholars who can still move at the moment are all like domestic animals that have heard the rice bell, and they flock to Itakura Hirahiko one mouthful and one "adult".

Looking at the group of Confucian scholars who were flocking to Itakura Hirahiko and complaining to him, Qing Deng couldn't help frowning.

It's not because I feel disturbed by Confucian scholars' behavior of "finding parents".

It's because of the rapid change of faces of Confucian scholars... It really made Qing Deng, who had seen a lot of worlds, couldn't help being dumbfounded.

It is already difficult to use specific words to describe the posture and appearance of these so-called "Sage disciples" at this time.

One counts as one, when this group of Confucian scholars stood in front of Itakura Hirahiko, they would bend their waists humbly... No! Correction, they can't afford the word "modest"!

It is humble.

Their waists all bent in a humble arc in front of Itakura Hirahiko.

In addition to the waist, there are also their eyes with humble color.

If you observe carefully, you can find a touch of flattery in the bottom of their eyes that reminds people of "begging dogs".

At this moment, Qingdeng suddenly remembered the evaluation of Itakura Hirahiko and these Confucian scholars when Miss Tedai just introduced who Itakura Hirahiko was:

(I see that group of people... want to be an official and want to go crazy.)

...

(Although I don't know why those Confucian scholars want to hang out with shameless people like Itakura Hirahiko...but I guess, they probably want to curry favor with the rich and powerful Itakura Hirahiko for profit .)

...

Qingdeng somewhat understood why Miss Tedai made such an evaluation.

Confucian scholars who study and teach people to keep their fame and integrity all day long, "If you are poor, you will be good for yourself, and if you are rich, you will benefit the world", "The rich and the noble cannot be promiscuous, the poor and the humble cannot be moved, and the mighty cannot be subdued", the image is tamed very well. Bow down to the rich and powerful like a dog...

Looking at the scene full of black humor in front of him, Qing Deng felt both funny...and pathetic.

He could hardly figure out whether it was the problem of the Confucian scholars themselves, or some other external reason, which forced the students of the Changpingban Institute of Education, who were not badly born, to support their relatives with such a shameless attitude. .

Almost at the same time when Qingdeng silently finished the communication, Itakura Hirahiko learned from the mouths of Confucian scholars what happened here before he arrived here.

"So that's how it is... that guy wearing the hat humiliated you, right..."

Itakura Hirahiko raised his head and gaze, and looked straight at Qingdeng, his eyes, which were pushed by the fat on his face, narrowed a little bit.

"Okay, I understand, leave it to me. I can't just sit idly by when my friend is humiliated. I'll come back to seek justice for you!"

As soon as Itakura Hirahiko said this, the group of Confucians immediately showed overjoyed expressions, and hurriedly blew rainbow farts on Itakura Hirahiko.

"Itakura-sama, thank you very much!"

"Itakura-sama, you waited for me... no! I will always remember your feat of supporting my Confucian school!"

"We will never forget your great kindness!"

Itakura Hirahiko, surrounded by the rainbow farts of the Confucian scholars, showed a fluttering expression.

With a proud smile on his lips, he took a step towards the direction where Qingdeng and the others were, and cleared his throat:

"My next Ruo Nian is the second son of Itakura Shenghu, the manager of Jinxiu House, Itakura Hirahiko! I don't know where you are from? What are your names?"

At this moment, the atmosphere of the scene changed.

The onlookers, who had been interacting enthusiastically until just now, and cast mocking glances at the group of Confucians, suddenly fell silent.

There was an unbearable sense of tension at the scene.

A tingling tension that makes your skin crawl.

For the common people, the magistrate of the magistrate is almost the highest-level official they can come into contact with in daily life-even so, not everyone has the opportunity to meet the magistrate.

Even if this is the case for the town's pursuit, let alone Ruo Nianji, whose status is second only to the old middleman and who is similar to the "deputy prime minister"?

In an instant, exclamations and exclamations erupted all around.

"Hey, I must have heard right just now, right? Did he say that he is the son of Ruonianji?"

"Hiss... This is the first time I've seen someone with such an incredible status..."

"Sure enough, it's Hirahiko Itakura! No wonder I always find this person familiar!"

"Hey, let's go, let's get out of here."

"Huh? Get out of here? Why?"

"Stupid, haven't you heard of Itakura Hirahiko's notoriety? This man is a well-known villain! He treats people extremely meanly! All the people who work under him are tortured by him to complain. And I heard that he is very lecherous, and all the pretty people who work under him have been harassed by him to varying degrees. Let's go, stay away from this villain."

"You actually messed with Ruonianji's son... That warrior with the bamboo hat is in big trouble..."

Although there were a few discordant voices, on the whole, itakura Hirahiko was quite satisfied with the reactions of the people around him after he revealed his identity and name.

He likes this feeling very much.

This feeling of being respected, feared, and sought after by others.

Itakura Hirahiko, who opened the corners of his mouth a little wider, and with a deeper self-confident smile on his lips, looked at Qingdeng proudly and proudly.

He originally thought that after learning his identity, this group of strangers dressed as travelers would definitely show the kind of shocked and terrified expressions he likes to see most.

However... the picture that spread before his eyes in reality was far from his imagination.

He looked left and right, but he didn't find any trace of panic and panic on the faces of Qingdeng and others.

All that came into view were extremely calm faces one after another.

It seems to be saying: Well, I know you are the son of Ruonian, so what? So what?

Itakura Hirahiko was greatly puzzled by the calm appearance of Qingdeng and his group, thinking to himself: Why are these people so calm? Don't they know what Ruo Nian Ji represents? No, this is impossible! Even people who live in the mountains, it is impossible not to know what Ruo Nian Ji is!

While Itakura Hirahiko was still puzzled, Tokugawa Iemo took a step forward and said calmly:

"We are vassals of the Kii clan, and I am Asano Momo."

Iemo Tokugawa raised his hand and pointed at Qingdeng.

"This is Qingqing Tachibana."

After hearing the pseudonym Tokugawa Iemo gave himself, Qingdeng couldn't help but twitched his lips.

Tokugawa Jiamao played a homophonic stalk.

In Japanese, "Orange" and "立花" have the same pronunciation, both are "Tachibara"

And "Qingqing" is the combination of Qingdeng's common name "Qingdeng" and his real name "Sheng Qing".

Tokugawa Iemo's voice brought Itakura Hirahiko's consciousness back to reality.

"Well... Kii... Since you are from Kii, then you and us Edo people are considered a family!"

Kii Fan, Owari Fan, and Mito Fan—these three feudal states, commonly known as the Royal Sanjia, are all collateral branches of the Tokugawa family. The privilege of choosing an heir from among them—that's how Iemo Tokugawa rose to the rank of shogun.

Therefore, Itakura Hirahiko said that the Kii people and the Edo people were one family, which is not wrong.

"Since you and we are considered a family, then I won't go all the way! I'll just tell you the truth!"

"I have heard from my friends the exact details of what you have just done."

Itakura Hirahiko looked at Qingdeng.

"Your name is Tachibana, right? You speak rudely, wantonly insulting the sage's learning first, and then attacking and hurting my friends. Such arrogant behavior is too much, isn't it?"

Hearing this, Qingdeng said coldly:

"Although I don't know what your group of friends said to you, let me explain a little bit."

"First of all, I did not insult Confucianism. The object of my insult is from the beginning to the end, the group of people behind you who have read too much and only know how to talk in unrealistic rhetoric."

"Secondly, the embarrassment they are seeing is entirely their own fault."

"They were the first to provoke me, threatening to teach me a lesson."

"In the end, it was because they were not good at their own skills. 14 people beat me, and I was killed by me in the end."

As soon as these words came out, the Confucian scholars became furious again.

Thanks to Itakura Hirahiko's presence and support, the group of Confucians, who were no longer in a state of depression, scrambled to attack Qingdeng with drums:

"Don't spout blood!"

"Nonsense! It's clear that you have insulted the sage's study without shame! If not, why would we fight with you in order to defend the honor of the sage's study?"

"Yeah yeah!"

The small calculations of these Confucian scholars are really crackling.

The center of their debate is all on "Wen Dou".

As for "martial arts", it is completely silent.

Because there is no way to argue...

14 to 1. As the besiegers, they were beaten to pieces by Qingdeng single-handedly... This is an iron-clad fact that no matter how you explain it, it will never be cleared up.

At this time, Itakura Hirahiko's bodyguards... The four warriors standing around Itakura Hirahiko, exuding a solid and cold aura, looked up with uniform movements , carefully looked at Qingdeng from head to toe.

One of them murmured:

"Are you able to defeat 14 warriors by yourself..."

Qingdeng ignored the yelling and barking of the Confucians, and looked at Itakura Hirahiko fearlessly.

"Hmph!" Itakura Hirahiko, with a little impatience on his face, snorted coldly, "You can argue whatever you want! You hurt my friend, this is fair, and I have to ask for it for my friends. return!"

"Listen to me, I will give you two choices now. Either..."

Or——When speaking of these words, Itakura Hirahiko's voice stopped abruptly.

I saw that he seemed to have seen something extraordinary or a scene, a pair of thin eyes stared wide open, and the size of the eyes directly became three times their normal size.

His gaze stared blankly at Qingdeng... No, the position should be further away...

Itakura Hirahiko engraved what he looked at, and it was the Tenzho-in Temple standing behind Aideng's side.

Because today's "trip to Edo" was a private visit in micro-clothes, out of the need to hide his identity, Tianzhangyuan specially changed into a blue kimono with a common style and fabric before going out.

The favorite color of Tianzhangyuan is cyan.

Cyan gives people a sense of grace, maturity, calmness, but not lacking in vivacity—it matches the personality of Tianzhangyuan very well.

Therefore, Qingdeng personally thinks that Tianzhangyuan is especially suitable for wearing blue-colored clothes.

In addition to the simple dress, Tianzhangyuan also specially did not wear makeup, and the whole pretty face was completely bare-faced.

Beautiful and gorgeous clothes and delicate and elegant makeup can indeed greatly improve a person's appearance, even by leaps and bounds.

But for a real beauty, these elements are just icing on the cake - even without these "flowers", "brocade" is still beautiful and moving.

Su Yan? Plain clothing? These foreign things are all insignificant to the fairy and jade-colored Tianzhang Courtyard!

A certain part that is not at all inferior to Sanako in fullness, propped up the part where the belt goes up.

Wu Yanshengxue's beautiful skin and exquisite facial features did not require any makeup at all.

Even if it's just pure makeup, it's enough to deal a 10% critical blow to a person who is greedy for beauty.

Judging from Itakura Hirahiko's current demeanor as if he had lost his soul... there is no doubt that he was conquered by the beauty of Tianzhangyuan.

Facing Itakura Hirahiko's licking gaze, Tianzhangyuan couldn't help frowning his pretty brows.

Although the line of sight is an intangible thing without a specific form, the expression and line of sight of Itakura Hirahiko are really...too disgusting.

Tianzhangyuan couldn't help but have a strange feeling as if he was being tightly entangled by the tentacles of a big octopus.

She trembled involuntarily, then subconsciously stood half a step sideways, hiding behind Qingdeng.

Itakura Hirahiko came back to his senses with Tianzhangyuan's side step and dodge.

"Uh, ah ha ha ha!"

Itakura Hirahiko rubbed his hands, and put a smooth smile on his face as if changing his face:

"Girl, you are so beautiful! I wonder what your name is?"

Tianzhangyuan's brows frowned even tighter in an instant.

Just as she opened her lips and was about to say something, the light in front of her suddenly dimmed—Qingdeng, who was standing in front of her, adjusted her body orientation and stance to better protect her behind her.

"What's her name is none of your business." Qingdeng's tone was cold and tough.

Hearing Qingdeng's words, Tianzhangyuan was stunned for a moment.

After a short rest, a peaceful smile swept over her cheeks like clouds.

Qingdeng's response made Itakura Hirahiko cast an angry look at Qingdeng while his expression froze.

However, he quickly changed his mind—suppressing the anger in his eyes, while smiling again on his face, he walked quickly towards Qingdeng... To be more precise, he walked towards the Tianzhang Courtyard hiding behind Qingdeng .

"Oh, I didn't expect there to be such beauties in this world. It's a great fortune to see such beauties today!"

The icy-faced Tianzhangyuan said coldly:

"Stop for me, don't come near me again."

Hearing this, Itakura Hirahiko immediately stopped in a gentlemanly manner, and stopped 2 steps away from Qingdeng's front.

"Sorry sorry, I was abrupt."

Itakura Hirahiko gave Tianzhangyuan a few apologetic laughs, then turned his head to look into Qingdeng's eyes, and said sternly:

"I wanted to say: If you don't kneel down and apologize to my friends, I will definitely make you look good... But now, I have changed my mind."

Speaking of this, Itakura Hirahiko stood on tiptoe and peeked at Tianzhangyuan hiding behind Qingdeng, with a lustful glint in his eyes that he couldn't hide.

"This beautiful lady, as long as you drink a few cups of tea with me, I will let your companion go, how about it?"

"What?" Tianzhangyuan blinked his beautiful eyes several times in an instant, and his expression became meaningful.

Qingdeng, Tokugawa Iemo, and the second sister, their facial expressions also became intriguing at the same time.

Itakura Hirahiko was immersed in his own world, and said in a majestic voice:

"As I said before, I am the son of Ruonian Itakura Shenghu and the shopkeeper of Jinxiuwu! I believe you should know what this means. As long as I want, I can immediately make you bad luck!"

"Whether you want to fight against me, or you have to obey me obediently - I believe you can figure out which option is the best correct answer."

Having said that, Itakura Hirahiko paused for a moment.

He seems to be trying to strengthen his persuasive power. So, while focusing his attention on Tianzhangyuan, he continued the conversation:

"Don't worry, I won't do anything wrong. I really just want to drink a few cups of tea with you and get to know you, that's all."

"Even if it's me, if I do something like 'robbing women from the people', there will definitely be no good fruit to eat."

They didn't even put on a pretense, used their power to overwhelm others and bully men and women unscrupulously... Faced with such "candid" actions by Itakura Hirahiko, Qingdeng and his party fell silent.

Subconsciously thinking that Qingdeng and the others were Itakura Hirahiko who was shocked by his coercion and lure, he became even more carried away and supercilious.

He ignored the prohibition of "don't get close to me" just issued by Tianzhang Court, and took another half step forward.

And at the moment when this big fat man narrowed the distance between himself and Tianzhang Courtyard a little bit——

"Um?"

Suddenly, Itakura Hirahiko sniffled vigorously.

"This is?"

Itakura Hirahiko looked at Tianzhangyuan with a look that became extremely fiery in an instant.

"Miss, are you still a virgin?"

"?!" Tianzhangyuan's complexion suddenly changed.

This strange cry seemed to have discovered a new world, like a boulder smashed into a calm lake, a large number of ripples and water splashed out.

In an instant, bundles of curious gazes, as if watching animals, concentrated on Tianzhangyuan uniformly.

"Huh? Virgin? That beautiful woman?"

"That woman is quite old, she should be about 25 years old? Is she still a virgin at such an age? Hee hee hee~~"

"Hey hey, is it true that no man wants her?"

"How is it possible? You don't even look at what that woman looks like. There is no way that no man would want such a beautiful woman. If I can marry such a beautiful woman, I am willing to lose 10 years of my life!"

"How does Itakura know that woman is a virgin?"

"Ah, I seem to have heard that Itakura Hirahiko has the special function of 'can smell which woman is a woman'. I just don't know if this rumor is true or not."

"Hey hey hey~ It's the first time I've seen such an old virgin~~"

...

No matter in ancient or modern times, in China and the West, the affairs of other people's men and women have always been anecdotes that can best satisfy people's voyeuristic desires.

Older virgins... This kind of thing is a topic that people can talk about even in the modern and open atmosphere.

This is true even in modern times, let alone in the feudal era when people's wisdom was not yet developed, and "early marriage and early childbearing" and "women should marry early" were advocated.

Even though he tried his best to conceal it, an uncontrollable expression of embarrassment and discomfort appeared on Tianzhangyuan's pretty face.

Itakura Hirahiko, the instigator of this predicament in Tianzhang's compound, greedily swallowed the surrounding air with an intoxicated expression on his face.

"Hee hee hee~~ I can't smell it wrong, this is the scent of a virgin~~ Hehehe~Miss, I didn't expect you to be so old, and you are still a virgin..."

Boom!

The dull sound of physical collision interrupted Itakura Hirahiko's lewd speech.

With no expression on his face, Qingtou swung a standard straight punch towards Itakura Hirahiko's face.

The hard face of the fist; the fat face full of horizontal flesh—these two irrelevant things are deeply embedded together, and then separated in the next instant.

"Puff cough—!"

Itakura Hirahiko whose facial features changed from three-dimensional to two-dimensional flew backwards! Leaving a series of screams and blood beads in midair!

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