However, Yi Gin only dared to keep it in his stomach and slander him, but he did not dare to use it to stimulate Yamanaka Yukimori. If he couldn't coax him, he could only...
Yamanaka Yukimori was crying sadly when he suddenly felt his body lost balance and was picked up by Yoshigoshi. His face suddenly turned red with embarrassment.
"saint?"
"What a saint! Stop crying! I'm just a child. If you have the strength to cry, then you must also have the strength to work hard, right?"
After saying that, Yoshigami hugged Yamanaka Yukimori tightly like a princess, and strode from the courtyard to the house.
Yamanaka Yukimori put his hands around Yoshigage's neck, his face turned red enough to bleed.
This is a world of female supremacy. Only women have ever picked up men. When outsiders see a woman being picked up by a man, they will laugh at Yukimori Yamazaka to death.
Although Yiyin is 1.83 meters tall and is much taller than Samurai Ji, he is a man after all.
What's more, the sun is shining brightly now, and it's really daytime...
But despite being so embarrassed, Yamanaka Yukimori still buried his head in Yoshigan's chest, clasping his hands tightly around Yoshigan's neck, refusing to let go.
She doesn't have to worry about face, as long as she is the son of a saint, that's enough.
Yoshihiro also felt a little guilty towards Yamanaka Yukimori.
He had just made use of Kaji Keizuna's excessive behavior in Aizu to suppress the expansion trend of Yamanaka Yukimori's group.
To be honest, what I did with the scenery was a bit excessive, but Shigechō Honjo, the old cunning guy, did his job honestly, and used the east wind to squeeze the Mogami family's presence in the Shonai area little by little.
Yiyin suppressed Kaji Jingzuna in order to help Yamanaka Yukimori, but Honzo Shigemori was innocently implicated.
The reason why Honjo Nobanaga was in bad luck was because Mogami Yoshimitsu was diligent in going in and out of the house these days, and he was glib and glib in front of Yoshigan every day.
With Mogami Yoshimitsu working so hard, Yoshigami couldn't take it all away, so he had to show some expression to appease her emotions.
Just when I was about to add a landscape outline, I simply hugged the grass and hunted rabbits, and the farm's growth also affected the fish in the pond, and they ate and died together.
Honjo Shigenaga would have never imagined that this time she would be defeated by Mogami Yoshimitsu's power of words. She would only think that she was unlucky and was being implicated by Kaji Kagetsuna.
Just because Yoshigami was building the plank road, secretly infiltrating Chencang, and using the name of Yamanaka Yukimori to take care of Mogami Yoshimitsu's affairs, he felt even more sorry for the tearful Yamanaka Yukimori.
Therefore, when Yoshigami doted on Yamanaka Yukimori and took the initiative to carry her into the house today, he felt ashamed and was ready to make up for her.
But just when Yoshigami stepped into the room, his body suddenly shook, and he remembered something again. Mogami Yoshimitsu had just left, and just before leaving...
When Yamanaka Yukimori saw Yoshigage walking to the door, he stood still and asked anxiously.
"saint?"
Glancing at Yamanaka Yukimori's cautious doubts, Yoshigami showed a gentle smile.
"fine."
Yi Gin secretly sighed, most likely Yukimori Yamanaka would not be able to do what he wished for today, because talking about toxicity regardless of dosage is just a hooligan.
Thinking of this, Yi Gin felt more and more fond of Yamanaka Yukimori, this unfortunate girl, and was even more willing to pamper her.
But Yamanaka Yukimori still doesn't know that his joy today is destined to be a futile effort, and he is still excitedly looking forward to something.
From the scorching sun in the sky until sunset, Yamazaka Yukimori held his stomach and walked away contentedly.
Yoshigin lay in the room after a tiring day, thinking about the difference between Mogami Yoshimitsu and Yamanaka Yukimori for a while, and then slowly got up.
He also wanted to have dinner at Dao Shengmeng's place, which was something he had promised a long time ago.
The closer it is to the delivery date in autumn, the more nervous Yi Yin becomes.
Before and after the birth of the three daughters Takeda, Uesugi, and Yuigahama, Yoshigan was not around, and he regretfully missed the emotional ups and downs of being a father.
This time, Yiyin had a good experience, with mixed feelings.
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At the beginning of the lanterns, the serving valet lit candlesticks in the four corners of the room. Dao Sheng stroked his growing belly, and his face revealed the brilliance of motherhood under the reflection of the candlelight.
Yiyin was so fascinated by it that he even forgot to move his chopsticks.
Dao Sheng suddenly raised his head and saw Yi Yin staring at him. He couldn't help but blush on his face and asked.
"Sage, why don't you use your chopsticks? Is the food not to your liking?"
Yiyin shook his head and said.
"The beautiful scenery nowadays actually overwhelms the taste of the food. No wonder the ancients had such beautiful scenery to eat."
Daosheng covered his mouth and chuckled.
"The skin is fresh and moist, and the beauty is delicious. That's a man. Why are you using it on an old woman like me? It's inappropriate, inappropriate."
Yiyin curled his lips.
"I say it's appropriate."
Shima Shengmeng showed a happy smile, touched his belly and said.
"As long as you are here and the children are here, I am content."
Yiyin smiled at Dao Shengmeng's cautious look. She was six months pregnant and her belly was gradually showing.
Somehow he remembered Yamanaka Yukimori's crying words, and Yoshigami asked casually.
"Is the big review going well these days? It's very hard for you to sit there with a big belly."
Dao Sheng looked at Yiyin fiercely, feeling surprised.
The saint has come to visit me these days and has never mentioned anything about the Grand Council. Why is it suddenly related to my belly today?
With a flash of his eyes, Dao Sheng laughed fiercely.
“It’s not hard, I feel much more relaxed than before.
In the past, when I argued with people in the big review, it would be impossible to explain things clearly without getting into an argument that turned red in the face.
But now, when I look at someone, before I open my mouth, the other person has already backed away in a hurry, as if they are afraid of irritating me and affecting the child."
Thinking of that scene, Yiyin couldn't help but sneer and joked.
"Then you are invincible?"
Dao Shengmeng smiled slightly.
"It's nothing more than a fox pretending to be a tiger's power and relying on the majesty of a saint.
During the debate in the Grand Council, the United Front members quoted each other's scriptures and also used the Sage's new ideas on peaceful development.
Every time I hear the sage's words, the baby's fetal movements are particularly strong, as if he understands them."
Yiyin frowned.
"Are the discussions at the Grand Council so hypocritical now? Why does this sound a bit disgusting?"
Daosheng was so charming that he rolled his eyes at Yiyin and said with a smile.
"Nausea has nothing to do with me, that's what Hojo Ushimasa said.
The words of the sage are the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, and even unborn children can sense them, which naturally causes the fetus to move violently.
Therefore, the United Front members in the Grand Council now do not dare to confront Hojo Ujimasa, for fear that the child in her belly will be too excited.
Thanks to the Hojo clan, no one dares to talk too much with me, so my ears are much cleaner."
Yiyin sighed helplessly.
"whatever."
There is no shortage of flattery from the emperor to the courtiers.
During the reign of Hongwu, everyone read the Hadiths of Taizu. During the reign of Jiajing, everyone read the Taoist Scriptures and wrote Qingci.
This has been the norm at all times and in all countries, and island countries are no exception. It is normal for a group of United Front members to use the Bank of Ireland's Spoken New Thoughts to attack each other.
But Hojo Umasa's use of the divine descendant in his belly to talk about fetal movement was indeed a stroke of genius, and it can be called the essence of political blackness.