I am practicing in the Nianghua Warring States Period

This treasure must be staked! Full warehouse! Full warehouse! So along the way, he tried his best to get close to Beidou Xinwei, being polite and courteous, but also trying not to make Beidou Xinwei dislike him. The best way is: a common enemy.

"Your Highness Nobuo, I have been observing the celestial phenomena at night these past few days, and suddenly I feel that something is a little strange—" Before finally arriving at Shotoku-ji Temple, Hotta Michikū seized the opportunity to have one last chat with Kitano Nobuo.

"Oh? Lord Hotta knows how to observe the stars?" Hokuto Nobuyoshi, riding on his horse, looked at Hotta Michikū, who was riding like a little elf on a donkey, and asked, "But it's not good for our family?"

"I understand a little bit." Hotta Michikō smiled slightly and said, "Not really, it's just a little obscure. Oh, your wedding will certainly be auspicious, don't worry. I guarantee it with my life. This wedding banquet will be a great success. What I am worried about is actually something else - Your Highness Beidou, do you know that the Venus of Oda Danmasatada's family is dim?"

"……?What's the meaning?"

"I learned this from astrology. The Danzhengtada family would have been like a fish in water, like a tiger with wings, with His Highness. Why is Venus dimming? - After careful observation, I figured it out. It turns out that the chief priest is not in good condition, and the palace guard is not clear. - I heard that His Highness has a daughter named Chiaki Kikyo. If this woman can quickly inherit the Atsuta Shrine, the Danzhengtada family can avoid this disaster! I hope Your Highness will understand. I think your wedding should be held at Atsuta Shrine. It would be best if Chiaki Kikyo-sama presided over it. This way, both families will be safe, and the Oda family will also be at peace."

"..."

Kikyo will kill you - isn't that murderous?

Chapter 82: Starting with Appearance

Shotokuji Temple is a small Japanese-style garden located in the eastern part of Mino, which is not a good place to visit.

Further east lies the Takeda clan—poor mountains, bad water, unruly people, and shrewish women! And yet, their combat effectiveness is incredibly high. If it weren't for the Shinano-Mino mountain road, which even the Trisolarans would shake their heads at, East Mino would likely become a vibrant, fertile battlefield where everything thrives.

The status of Shotoku-ji Temple here is roughly equivalent to that of an officially recognized private enterprise. I heard that it was going to be used for a wedding reception. The monks had already been living in the woodshed for a week, and Saito Dosan, the "Mino Viper," had been living in the main hall dedicated to the Buddha for a long time.

Living in the host's room was the delicate Saito Kicho. Although his father seemed unkind, he still showed a touch of paternal tenderness in some places—not much, just a little. Not too much, just a little.

Today's charlatans are capitalized and want money, while in ancient times, charlatans wanted land. The land around Zhengde Temple was of course temple property, and a few small shacks and cabins, which were called farmers but were actually serfs, were scattered on both sides of the road leading to the temple.

"Princess! Princess! He's coming, he's coming!" Saito Kicho's maid, Tao, clapped her hands excitedly and returned to her princess's side: "Princess, your husband is finally here."

As expected of Saito Dosan's daughter, in one of the serfs' cabins, Saito Kichou was accompanied by her maid, both armed with katana and naginata, dressed in short kimonos, looking ready to fight at any moment.

For the first time, Saito Kicho observed her chosen "husband" up close. In the Warring States period, "hime"—princesses—were simply tools for marriage alliances. Saito Kicho, armed with a knife and a gun, ambushed her husband on the street, a move no different from the courage of a pig butcher. However, this was also the first time a young woman had actively observed her future husband.

Atop a towering white steed, a young man ...

"So...handsome..." Guidie muttered these words almost subconsciously, gazing through the cracks in her wooden hut at her future lover. Her eyes twinkled like stars, a multitude of adolescent thoughts pulsing through her mind, followed by a recurring feeling of happiness: "This is my future husband!"

"Princess? Princess—" The maidservant beside her was also somewhat mesmerized, but not as engrossed as the princess next to her. Even after everyone had ridden away, she still couldn't come back to her senses. The maidservant, Ah Tao, quickly pushed her back a few times. She said, rather teasingly, "Don't look anymore. You'll have plenty of time to look carefully later. You'll see more clearly and understand more clearly."

"!!!—How rude!" Saito Kicho blushed and shouted in a low voice. He threw the naginata in his hand and said, "I was looking...looking for his flaws! If he were a careless person, he would easily die in this chaotic world. He's not fit to be my husband. I'd rather kill him."

"Yes, yes, yes~~" Ah Tao had been with Saito Kicho since she was little, and had escaped countless life-or-death situations with her young lady, so she was quite experienced in escaping. However, she wasn't as crazy as the princess before her. "I don't know which princess is so capable of saying things like, 'If I don't like him, I won't marry him even if he's killed. I might as well kill him and then commit suicide.' So, it seems this princess didn't kill her soon-to-be husband, so she must be quite satisfied."

"!! I'll tear your mouth apart sooner or later." Saito Kicho blushed and snorted coldly, freeing her long, straight black hair from a ponytail. "...No! Let's go back quickly! What if they get to Shotoku-ji Temple first? We'll be exposed if we sneak out!"

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It was the first time that Akechi Mitsuhide observed Hokuto Nobuo at such close range, the legendary young samurai who had been the most popular in the past year.

All those strange rumors about him seemed to make sense the moment Akechi Mitsuhide laid eyes on Hokuto Nobuyoshi. He had killed countless people yet remained gentle and refined, he had won numerous military victories yet remained loyal, he had risen from humble beginnings yet possessed the charisma of a nobleman. Those words, which had seemed almost bizarre and far-fetched, finally made sense to Akechi Mitsuhide the moment he actually laid eyes on Hokuto Nobuyoshi.

"Your Highness, we've arrived." Akechi Mitsuhide pointed to the gate of the nearby Shōtoku-ji Temple and said, "I'm here to introduce you to my master."

"Well, thank you for your help, Samasuke." Hokuto Nobuyuki looked at Akechi Mitsuhide in front of him and felt very amazed.

This is the theoretical enemy of his designated wife, Oda Nobuhime. In a sense, he is the best underdog in the Japanese division. If it weren't for Li Mei's late rise, he would have long been the top barbecue master in Japan.

Akechi Mitsuhide was handsome, but not handsome. Perhaps it was his samurai hairstyle that hurt him, as he always looked like a round, kumquat-shaped bald head.

"Your Highness Xinwei." On the side, Hotta Michikō also interrupted at the right time and said, "Please forgive me. I need to go into the temple first to discuss something with Master Dao San. I will be leaving first."

"Please go ahead, sir." After Beidou Xinwei made a gesture of invitation, Hotta Michiku turned over and dismounted, followed by several leading samurai and quickly entered the temple.

Hokuto Nobuyoshi was ushered into a side hall to rest. The temple had only a few buildings. Saito Dosan was in the main hall, and Hokuto Nobuyoshi was placed in a side hall just a few steps away. Not long after, Hotta Michikū arrived and ushered Hokuto Nobuyoshi into the main hall, marking the formal meeting between father-in-law and son-in-law.

After Beidou Xinwei entered the main hall, it was the first time he saw the famous "thief who stole the country" during the Warring States Period of Japan.

A big bald head and a tough face - how can the daughter born from such a man be pretty!

Beidou Xinwei was somewhat tempted to reject this arranged marriage.

"This is the guardian of Mino, Master Saito Michizo." The introduction was even more lengthy, his voice punctuated by a chorus of chords. Hotta Michikū introduced himself to both parties, and Saito Michizo nodded to Hokuto Nobuo, establishing a formal acquaintance.

"This is His Highness Beidou Xinwei."

"Well, you've had a hard time coming here. Seeing you in such good health is truly wonderful." Saito Dosan asked politely, "Did you encounter any obstacles along the way?"

Chapter 83: Respect for Talent

"Nothing can be called a hazard." Beidou Xinwei looked at the fat old man and said calmly, "It's an honor to meet you, too."

"Ah, is this your first time seeing a viper?" Saito Dosan suddenly smiled and asked cunningly, "Even brave warriors are afraid of poisonous snakes?"

"No, it doesn't look like a venomous snake." Beidou Xinwei shook his head slightly, indicating that you don't have many years to live. There is no need to argue with a nearly dead person.

"Ah, what you see is useless." Saito Dosan looked at his son-in-law and seemed quite satisfied. "My daughter, Kicho, is the apple of my eye. I hope you can treat her well. I just didn't expect that someone like you has not yet married... Well, what do you think of Mitsuhide?"

"Mitsuhide?" Beidou Xinwei was stunned for a moment. Could it be that the other party had traveled through time? This was impossible: "Well, he seems to be a capable guy."

"Hey, not bad—you're not interested? Well, I'm a grassroots samurai, unlike those hereditary masters." Saito Dosan suddenly laughed disdainfully when he mentioned "masters." "I don't understand their hobbies at all. What's so interesting about shit? It seems like you're also a grassroots samurai, and you don't understand these things. That's good—you should treat her well in the future and have more children."

On the side, Hotta Michikō kept pouring the wine he brought for the two of them, and he drank a bowl first.

Beidou Xinwei, on the other hand, drank and said with a smile, "I don't understand these disgusting things. Let the senior warriors think whatever they want. But...you will have to wait until you can hold your grandson."

"Oh? What does this mean?"

"I wonder how much Master Dao San knows about me? Do you know that I'm well versed in the art of medicine?" Let me make things clear first. If I really find your daughter disgusting, I will never touch her in my life. Please don't bother me. I have no choice but to have both. Once you enter the world of martial arts, you can't decide for yourself.

"Well, I seem to have heard something from it vaguely." Saito Dosan said in his heart under his honest appearance: Well, he specially sent someone to investigate you.

"I can boast about my medical skills." Beidou Xinwei shook his head slightly and said, "Women shouldn't give birth too early, otherwise there will be a risk of dystocia. Let me explain the situation..."

Then Beidou Xinwei gave some basic knowledge about female physiological hygiene to her father-in-law whom she met for the first time.

Unexpectedly, after listening to Beidou Xinwei's expansive speech, Saito Dosan's eyes narrowed like snakes. A terrifying glint shone in his eyes, and then he asked a question that left Beidou Xinwei feeling quite shocked: "How many women... no, pregnant women! have you killed in your life just for fun? How many of them are there ...

Yes, how could anyone in this world be born with knowledge? The natives didn't know about time travel or the system, and suddenly here came a man who understood the female anatomy better than any woman or doctor! How could one not be suspicious of where his knowledge came from?

"This is what Hua Tuo's Qing Nang Book says in the Ming Dynasty." Beidou Xinwei also spoke without hesitation. He was not intimidated by Saito Dosan's so-called brilliance at all. He even said with some disdain: "Of course, it's understandable that the Japanese don't know about the Qing Nang Book. The Ming Dynasty almost lost it."

"Oh? The Qing Nang Book... I've heard a little about it." I've read the original Chinese version of Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and it seems to mention it. But I just believe whatever you say? How is that possible? "I don't intend to discuss anything else. My daughter is yours once she marries. It's up to you to kill her or to cut her into pieces, but don't give me any excuses."

Saito Dosan finally threatened: "I don't want to go to war with you."

"Since the two families are getting married, don't worry, we will never go to war with you." I'm afraid you don't have this chance anymore, and you'll die soon.

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Beidou Xinwei's wedding couldn't be held at Zhengde Temple, as it was just a wedding reception. However, a small ceremony still had to take place, such as a meeting with the bride.

Beidou Xinwei has already laid the groundwork: even if he finds his next marriage partner unattractive, he has a reason for it. As a visually inclined person, Beidou Xinwei believes that the prerequisites for finding a wife are a beautiful soul and two key elements.

Ah, pretty much like almost all normal men.

"咚咚-"

The girl in white wedding gown slowly walked into the tea room in the side hall where Beidou Xinwei was, led by her maid.

This was the first time that Beidou Xinwei saw whether the object of his political marriage was a human or a ghost.

Only now do I realize that the world cannot be entirely blamed on childish aesthetics.

The 16-year-old bride, dressed in a pure white wedding gown, knelt shyly before Beidou Xinwei, seemingly welcoming her own happiness, yet also fearing the unknown future.

There wasn't much to say about the soul that had traveled through time—the other person's body was two years older than him. But Beidou Xinwei felt quite sympathetic towards the other person's soul... They got married at 16.

I haven't had enough fun yet! I'll look for a teacher when I'm 30... Oh, no one marries a 30-year-old woman these days? And does being in your 30s mean you're almost done with life?

"Nice to meet you, thank you for your kindness." This is an old saying that Japanese people always use when they meet someone respectfully for the first time. Saito Kicho's status as a bride also requires her to say the same old saying: "I apologize for any inadequacies in my service."

"The latter part should be said at the wedding, right?" Beidou Xinwei was stunned for a moment and said awkwardly, "I've never been married before, so I don't know if it's right."

"...It seems so." Saito Kicho was also stunned, but when he saw that Beidou Xinwei didn't look angry, he smiled softly.

The atmosphere is pretty good.

"From now on, let's try to get along well." Beidou Xinwei felt the weight of marriage on his mind—for in his mind, marriage was a matter between two people. With more than two people involved, it was difficult to maintain a long-term commitment. "I'll do my best to fulfill my responsibilities, and you shouldn't be too hard on yourself. I didn't expect to get married at such a young age... Hmm..."

"Master, don't you like getting married?" At this time, the title has changed and officially become a family name.

"No." Beidou Xinwei shook his head slightly, pointing at himself and said, "Actually, I'm still two or three years younger than you, so it's hard to say whether I can successfully transform into a husband. You... may have to endure more grievances. Such a beautiful girl can only be a concubine."

Beidou Xinwei was quite emotional, but considering that he was a time traveler and that he was encountering such an important occasion, he couldn't let the other party look down on him. "I will give you the rest of my life, so please give me the rest of your life as well."

"...!!!"

Beidou Xinwei witnessed the young bride's blush turn from shyness to a complete blush of embarrassment. With a trembling voice and almost crying, he smiled and replied, "Yes... I have no regrets in my death."

"..."Ah, was Yasasi's attack just now too strong?

Is it difficult to be a herbivorous, asahi male protagonist? —No, if you are a tyrant who kills countless people, but is only asahi to your wife. Then it is another story for your wife.

The author says:

Author's words: I've been reading literary works and historical materials related to the Japanese Warring States period recently, and as I read, I found myself reading a collection of shit.

In order to make it conform to the reading experience of Chinese people, I really need to eat it myself before I can tell everyone about it.

Recently there is Takeshi Kitano's "First", oh my god, what kind of tricks does the old man play with?

I won't say much about "Koga Ninja Scrolls," it's from high school. "Shanfeng Duan" is about a man getting pregnant... Please, stay away from Pi Yanzi in the official history. Stop interfering with the course of history...

Actually, there are some interesting things. For example, the magic milk secret sword post and so on... Sigh...

Not much to say, let's continue looking up information, manual panda dark circles head.jpg

Chapter 84: Suitable for Personality

As a black-hearted boss, if you don’t have enough cake in your hand, being able to draw a complete cake can be considered a great success.

It's obvious that for this underdeveloped agricultural feudal civilization to function properly, women and children are naturally dependent on the paternal line. Beidou Xinwei even painted a pie for Saito Guichou, which is already quite good. Even without this pie, Saito Guichou would most likely still fall.

Compared to marrying a greasy, middle-aged man in his 30s, married life is dominated by pigs every day. Even if I marry a famous person, I still have to eat two meals a day, and the Dun Dun is just coarse grains. I destroyed myself in my 20s, and as an adult, my body has changed and my lolita-conscious husband despises me.

Now, marrying a tall, muscular young man two years younger than me—I could laugh out loud in my dreams, right? Besides, his reputation and prestige were among the highest in the Oda Clan. Maybe with some effort, he could even stage a rebellion. This kind of marriage would already be a win in life, right? Besides, this was the Warring States Period in Japan, and as Saito Dosan said: Life is short.

Bloom as much as you can.

A marriage agreement was signed between the two families and gifts were exchanged with his father-in-law. Hokuto Nobuaki returned on horseback, having previously expressed his willingness to leave. Furthermore, the cousins ​​Akechi Mitsuhide and Saito Toshizo were part of the bridal procession to Nagoya Castle.

The princess is going to ride in a sedan chair.

Beidou Xinwei felt that the Japanese sedan chair was not much different from an execution.

I won’t say much about the sedan chair carried by eight people, but you also have to sit in ordinary official sedan chairs and ordinary civilian sedan chairs, right?

Because Japanese sedan chairs are so short, they're a bit like... a tall, short coffin, with a side-opening door. The fact that the person inside is small is subjectively due to the sedan's small size, around 1.4 meters. Objectively, the bearers are also short, also around 1.4 meters! If the sedan were any larger, it would practically touch the ground, and there's no point in carrying it.

The whole person curled up inside. Of course, some people were too short to sit cross-legged and kneel in such a low sedan chair.

"I'm so tired... I feel like my waist is about to break." The wedding party couldn't read the message bar to return to the city, nor could they travel quickly.

So after sitting in the sedan chair for two hours, the young girl Guidie, like the pregnant woman Guidie, covered her waist and asked Beidou Xinwei to stop and not move anymore.

"What's wrong?" Beidou Xinwei signaled the army to continue moving forward and just stopped the sedan chair to the side.

The date was December 5th, and in two days it would be Chinese New Year. One advantage of getting married at this time was that it would allow the child to be born in the autumn, when food was plentiful and the pregnant woman would not starve to death.

"I'm so tired." Saito Kicho, who was wearing thick winter clothes, looked at Beidou Xinwei and said, holding his waist, "My waist is about to break from sitting in this sedan chair."

"..." Beidou Xinwei looked at the other person's body. He was about 1.6 meters tall. Even in Japan, that was considered tall. It seemed that the women around him were all quite tall in this era. After studying her for a moment, he said, "Well, your height does make it a bit unfair for you to ride in a sedan chair."

"...!!" Saito Kicho suddenly seemed to have suffered a shock, curling up her body and bleating softly, "Um... I can actually bear it. It's not very crowded."

"What's wrong? Are you cold?" Beidou Xinwei thought for a moment and asked the girl in front of him a question.

"Not cold at all... Um, shall I go back to the sedan?"

"Don't mind what I just said. Other men won't work for me. Your height is just right for me. A little taller wouldn't be a problem." Beidou Xinwei reached out his hand and said to the girl below, "Come on, come up."

"?!"

Well known.

In ancient Japan, horses were about the same size as donkeys, and the Japanese didn't even have large-scale shock cavalry—they simply used the horse's kinetic energy to convert into potential energy to disperse enemy cavalry. Therefore, the horse-shaking scenes that are only found in romantic novels or 18-rated movies were not something the ancient Japanese had the privilege of experiencing firsthand.

Therefore, when Beidou Xinwei reaches out to pull Saito Guidie, two major conditions must be met.

1. Beidou Xinwei is big enough.

2. The one under his crotch is big enough!