Naruto: Say no to pink eye disease, start with me

Daimyo really seemed to have heard nothing and continued to sit there calmly.

Xuanwu, whose heart was surging wildly, pretended to be calm on the surface and said calmly: "Thank you for your concern, Master Xiancao. It's just a minor injury, not worth mentioning. It will heal in a few days."

Thousand-Handed Immortal Grass also knew that the occasion was not right, so she pursed her lips and said nothing more, returning to her previous dignified and beautiful posture. In fact, she knew that she shouldn't even look at others, but she still couldn't help it.

The daimyo saw that Xiancao had stopped talking before continuing, "Xuanwu, the reason why I asked you to be a guard is because I have been too busy protecting the Twelve Ninjas recently and I really can't perform the escort mission.

We should have summoned Tsunade, but I heard she went out of the village and won't be back for a while, is that true?"

Xuanwu told the daimyo part of the truth, "Your Excellency, Tsunade is currently practicing celestial arts in the Wet Bone Forest, but the process is not going smoothly. She has been stuck at a bottleneck and cannot leave at the moment."

For some reason, Xuanwu felt that the Daimyo seemed relieved.

"Is that so? Go down and get ready. We'll set off tomorrow."

"I will take my leave first."

The daimyo waved his hand, and then two attendants led Xuanwu out of the palace.

After Xuanwu left, Da Mingtou didn't even turn around and said to Qianshou Xiancao behind him: "Madam, please be extremely careful on this trip. If something unexpected really happens, I will be heartbroken."

Qianshou Xiancao replied: "Please rest assured, I will definitely come back alive."

After saying this, she didn't wait for the daimyo to answer, but stood up and left with her two maids.

In such a large side hall, only Daming was left as the main owner.

After returning, Xuanwu kept thinking about one question: Is it my illusion? Why do I feel that the daimyo and his wife are strange?

...

The next morning, the palace gates were wide open and Xuanwu was waiting here early.

Normally speaking, when the wife of the daimyo of the Fire Nation travels, she would definitely be surrounded by huge crowds of people.

But Xuanwu wanted to say that Thousand-Hand Immortal Grass was worthy of being a member of the Thousand-Hand clan. She never did things according to the rules. Not to mention the people who saw her off, even her trip this time was very low-key.

What appeared in front of Xuanwu was only a fairly luxurious carriage, with two personal maids, one responsible for driving and the other responsible for taking care of her.

Xuanwu looked around for a long time through the little white snake, but still did not see the scene he had imagined, not even the name.

However, all this did not seem to affect Thousand-Handed Immortal Grass's good mood.

After the carefully dressed Thousand-Handed Immortal Grass opened the curtain of the carriage, she couldn't help but feel a little amused at the sight of Xuanwu dragging a little white snake in one hand and squatting on the head of a big red snake with a stupid look on his face.

"Lord Xuanwu, Lord Xuanwu?"

After calling twice, Xuanwu finally reacted. He quickly jumped off the snake and walked to the front of the carriage and said, "Sorry, Master Xiancao, I was distracted just now."

"No problem, my lord guard, what are you looking for?"

"Well, excuse me, Master Xiancao, is this the only carriage?"

Xiancao smiled, rolled her eyes at Xuanwu, and said in a very intimate and gentle tone: "Why else, do I have to make a big fuss every time I go out, so that everyone knows about it? Oh, by the way, there is one thing I need to remind you, that is, don't always call me Master Xiancao. After all, you are different from others. You can just call me Xiancao in private."

Xuan was a little confused: "Different from others?"

Xiancao then realized that there was something wrong with what she said, and her face turned slightly red: How could he say what was in his heart out loud!

She immediately added: "You, don't misunderstand me, what I mean is that it's because you are Tsunade's lover that you are different from others."

Xuanwu suddenly realized, "I see, but calling you by your name is a bit rude."

"That's nothing. We, the Senju clan, have always been like this, but you just don't know it."

Why did these words sound so familiar to Xuanwu? It seemed that Tsunade had said the same thing when she kissed his forehead for the first time, saying that it was the Senju clan's way of blessing. She had also said the same thing when she kissed his face for the first time, saying that it was the Senju clan's unique way of expressing gratitude.

But apart from blessing and thanking Xuanwu, Tsunade has never done this to anyone else (kissing the forehead of the rope tree does not count).

Xuanwu was even more confused: the etiquette of the Senju clan is so strange.

Although Xiancao could say this, Xuanwu thought about it and still felt that it was too presumptuous. He said, "Master Xiancao, you are of noble status, and it still feels a bit rude to call you by your name. How about I call you aunt like Tsunade?"

Qianshou Xiancao was a little unhappy after hearing this. He lowered his head and muttered softly, "You have done even more rude things. What's the point of a name? Humph! Besides, didn't I tell you to call me in private? Do you know what private means? Humph!!!"

Because the voice was too soft, Xuanwu couldn't hear it clearly.

"Um, Master Xiancao, what did you say? Did you agree?"

But Qianshou Xiancao suddenly thought of something and became happy again. She raised her head, squinted her beautiful big eyes and said, "Okay, it's up to you. Come on, call out first and let me hear it."

Xuanwu called out tentatively, "Auntie?"

Thousand Hands Herb suddenly smiled. She was already extremely beautiful, and when she smiled, she became even more beautiful. Since she was related to Tsunade by blood and looked somewhat similar to her, Xuanwu, who had abstained from sex for many years, couldn't help but think of Tsunade far away in the Wet Bone Forest when he looked at her face, and was a little dazed for a moment.

At this moment, a slender jade hand touched Xuanwu's head and rubbed his hair back and forth. The originally neat long brown hair was rubbed into a mess. The voice of Qianshou Xiancao sounded like a silver bell, "Be good, nephew, your aunt will buy you some candy, hahahaha~~~~"

Xuanwu then understood: It turns out that this young woman was waiting for me here.

Forget it. After all, she is Tsunade’s aunt, and she is also half of my elder. I have to endure it.

While Xuanwu was enduring the torture of the Thousand Hands Immortal Grass, he asked, "Aunt, should we set off?"

Thousand-Handed Immortal Grass reluctantly withdrew its little white hand, thinking inwardly that it was a pity: Xuanwu Jun’s hair felt so soft, I really wanted to keep touching it.

"Yes, nephew, come on up, we'll set off now."

Xuanwu politely declined, "Thank you for your kindness, Auntie. I can just sit on my spiritual beast."

After he finished speaking, he pointed at the big red snake next to him.

There were only three women in the car, and the space was so small, it was not very convenient.”

"Huh, whatever you want."

Thousand-Handed Immortal Grass rolled its eyes at Xuanwu again, pulled down the curtains and ignored him.

Alas, a woman’s mood is just like the weather of the sea. It was sunny just now, but now it is covered with dark clouds.

Xuanwu was a little confused by this, but he didn't think much about it. He jumped directly onto Xinya's head. Since she wanted to be angry, let her be angry. After all, except Tsunade, Xuanwu had no obligation to coax other women.

A slightly annoyed voice came from the carriage, "Shirley, get going, full speed."

"Hi."

The maid named Shirley responded and started driving at full speed.

Xuanwu patted Xinya's head and said, "Xinya, follow the carriage in front."

"okay."

Xin Ya, who had shrunk to ten meters in length, also rushed out.

After hesitating at the city gate for a long time, Lady Daimyo finally set off.

On the city gate tower, Daimyo Jintoku, who had seen everything that had just happened, looked at the carriage going away, his calm expression showing no emotion.

"Madam, the road is windy, have a pleasant journey."

...