CHAPTER XXII

Go your own way......

It took a while for Takasugi Shinsuke to realize the meaning of Yoshida Matsuyo's words.

What is the identity of Yoshida Matsuyo's disciples?

Takasugi Shinsuke can tell anyone very clearly that although the hierarchical class composition of these people is very complex, without exception, they are all fanatical supporters of the idea of reverence for the king.

The path of this group of people is very clear, that is, to honor the emperor and defend against foreign enemies.

Some of the people who were educated by Yoshida Matsuyo were moderate factions with a similar style to the Choshu feudal lords, but the other part was very radical factions.

Considering the recent actions of the lord of Choshu and the news of the assassination of the shogunate's guests, it is not difficult to imagine what Yoshida Matsuyo was referring to by the "road".

- It's Huangquan Road.

Shinsuke Takasugi leaned over to pick up his luggage and remained silent.

Yoshida Matsuyo looked at the clear sky, put the umbrella in his hand aside, looked back at Takasugi Shinsuke, and was slightly stunned, "What are you doing with that expression?" ”

"Nothing." Takasugi Shinsuke glanced at Yoshida Matsuyo, who had a gentle smile on his face, without any gloom.

Takasugi Shinsuke felt that there might be a deep darkness and sadness hidden under this smile.

His sense of smell had always been acute, and when he first saw Yoshida Matsuyo in Hagi Castle, he sensed that the aura on the division commander was not as soft as he appeared to be now.

- But so what, Yoshida Matsuyo is a famous person after all. Ben、Even the lord of Choshu is a character who is very helpless about him。

And to be able to teach so many radical disciples, Yoshida Matsuyo can't really be so soft.

It's just that he is extraordinarily lenient and warm to those students and disciples who have infinite possibilities in the future.

Takasugi Jinsuke followed behind Yoshida Matsuyo, looking up slightly at the broad back of the division commander, and the sky bloomed, as if a layer of light bright color fell on Yoshida Matsuyo.

A small head sticks out of the living room in front of it, and the two canine ears on the top of the pitch-black hair are rubbed down by one hand.

Ao Ling shook his head and shook Sakata Gintoki's hand away, and waved at Yoshida Matsuyo and Takasugi Shinsuke, "Matsuyo-sensei, Shinsuke, there is a roasted wild boar to eat today!" ”

Yoshida Matsuyo and Sakata Gintoki were stunned together, and their eyes fell on Takasugi Shinsuke.

“…… Kindness? The little boy who was staring at was stunned, not understanding what was happening.

"Nothing." Yoshida Matsuyo shook his head, withdrew his gaze from Takasugi Shinsuke, and looked at Sakata Gintoki, who was wrapping around Ao Ling's neck and rubbing his head vigorously, with a smile on his face, "When you go to bed tonight, beware of Gintoki looking for you in the middle of the night." ”

Takasugi Shinsuke looked confused: "...... Do what? ”

"Night Raid."

After Yoshida Matsuyo finished speaking, he didn't care about Takasugi Shinsuke's reaction, and walked directly into the living room.

In the living room, Sakata Gintoki wrapped his arms around Ao Ling's neck and said in a sour tone, "Abba hasn't looked at you for a day, so you will call Takasugi's name." ”

"Jinsuke called me by name, too." Ao Ling pulled Sakata Gintoki's arm, "Gintoki, you didn't say that you wouldn't let me play with Jinsuke." ”

You just said don't talk to wigs...... Oh no, don't play with Katsura.

Ao Ling still remembers this very clearly.

"Then from now on, you are not allowed to play with him!"

Ao Ling pouted, "But ......"

"Don't call Jinsuke either!" Sakata Gintoki's face was serious.

"Jealous men are ugly, Ginshi." Yoshida Matsuyo knelt down, looked at the huge roast pork leg in front of him, and turned his gaze to the short table where the roast pork leg was placed, "I remember...... This is the low table I used to hold the knife before? ”

Sakata Yinshi's eyes fluttered, and he let go of Ao Ling and said lazily: "There are no other big tables at home, so don't find fault with Teacher Songyang." ”

"There's a lot of it in the classroom." Yoshida Matsuyo raised his eyes to look at him.

Sakata Gintoki hummed and said one word: "Lazy." ”

"This table is worth as much as you take a three-year bath with strawberry milk, once a day."

Sakata Ginshi was dumbfounded, and after a while, he sat up straight, put his hands on the ground and his forehead, and made a big salute in a standard manner, crying bitterly: "I'm sorry Teacher Songyang, I was wrong, please forgive me for my stupidity!" ”

Shinsuke Takasugi, who had heard the full conversation, walked in and glanced at Gintoki Sakata, and by the way, at the low table, which was said to be priceless.

......: "This is a very ordinary pine table."

Takasugi Shinsuke glanced at Yoshida Matsuyo, and after finding that the other party's face was full of pleasure, he silently withdrew his gaze and said nothing.

Sakata Gintoki lost his soul, and the whole person was immersed in the blow of "strawberry milk that almost ruined N years" and couldn't let go.

Yoshida Songyang and Ao Ling have already gotten together, taking a small dagger and starting to divide the meat, Sakata Gintoki is in despair.

Yoshida Matsuyo and Ao Ling shouted Takasugi Shinsuke and started eating together, and Sakata Gintoki was still losing his soul.

"Looks like Gintoki isn't hungry today." Yoshida Matsuyo cut a piece of meat and tasted it, "It's a good grill." ”

Then he fed another piece of meat to the little monster next to him, and patted Ao Ling's head, "Good job." ”

Ao Ling swallowed the meat in one bite, "It's roasted in the silver time." ”

"But you hunted it." Yoshida Songyang smiled and rubbed Ao Ling's soft velvet ears.

Takasugi Shinsuke adhered to the etiquette of eating without saying a word, quietly listening to the interaction between the master and apprentice around him, and felt infinite sympathy for Sakata Gintoki, whose eyes were dead on the side.

I don't know it's fooled like this, and there's no one left.

Just as Ao Ling was about to wake up Sakata Gintoki, a bell suddenly rang at the door.

Sakata Gintoki came back to his senses, looked at the three people who had already begun to eat and obviously didn't want to move, and resigned himself to getting up and running to the door and opened the door.

It was Katsura Kotaro who came.

Sakata Gintoki sighed and took the two burdens in Katsura Kotaro's hand, "Wig, can't you be as light as Takasugi." ”

"It's a move!" Katsura Kotaro squeezed in from the door with a huge package on his back, "How many times have you said it, it's not a wig, it's Katsura!" ”

Sakata Gintoki plucked out his ears and took people directly to the living room where he ate.

"I'm back, Mr. Songyang, please give me more advice in the future!" Katsura Kotaro didn't let go of his burden, and bowed straight to Yoshida Matsuyo.

Yoshida Matsuyo smiled and waved his hand, and was just about to open his mouth to beckon Katsura to sit down, when he saw the burden on Katsura's back open up, and a large number of stuffed animals fell out of it—as well as an incomparably staggering number of adult ♂ ♂ mature ♂ magazines that covered the stuffed animals.

Many of the covers have a huge font that reads: "NTR Married Woman ♂ Theme Fuli ♂".

The room fell silent for a moment.

Yoshida Matsuyo looked at those magazines dumbfounded, and after a while, he stretched out his hand to cover Ao Ling's eyes.

Takasugi Shinsuke, who knew his friend's strange hobby, turned his face to the side, unable to bear to look at it.

Gintoki Sakata took a deep breath.

“…… Perverted. ”

Katsura Kotaro also took a deep breath, "It's not a pervert, it's Katsura!" ”