[Comprehensive Comic] Shenzi Tomie is not doing his job properly

Tomie sat on the tatami, facing the 23-year-old Emperor Suzaku, who was lazy and unmotivated, in front of the chess board, waiting for the chess master Fujiwara, who was sitting in the middle like a referee, to teach them how to play chess.

Emperor Suzaku can actually play chess, but his chess skills are actually very poor. He understands his situation very well, lives honestly, and doesn't care much about anything.

This gentleman from Fujiwara is not very old, he looks to be fifteen or sixteen years old, but he is very skilled in chess, a little timid, and hardly speaks except when talking about chess.

He also has good looks, long black hair, and beautiful features. The most important thing is that his surname is Fujiwara. It is probably for this reason that he was selected to play chess with the emperor and the nobles.

A little further away, an old acquaintance, Taisei Minister Fujiwara Tadahei, was sitting. He was making his own sencha tea in a corner of the room. He asked to stay in the palace on the grounds that he was worried about His Majesty's safety. He claimed that he would defend His Majesty with his own flesh and blood. The real thoughts of the Fujiwara clan were probably the only one in this room who couldn't tell.

The voice of the chess player Daizhao sounded very pleasant, but he was a little timid, so he subconsciously suppressed his voice and did not dare to disturb the other two people in the room. He concentrated on teaching Fu Jiang, who did not understand Go at all.

Tomie gradually felt a little bit of fun in Go under his patient teaching, but Emperor Suzaku was already losing interest.

After idle for a while, he sat sideways and played with the chess pieces. He couldn't hold back his boredom and asked the masked Shenzi opposite him: "I heard that Shenzi has been practicing outside during this period. Did you encounter anything interesting? "

Tomie was stunned for a moment, and Fujiwara Qi immediately stopped talking with a wink and sat back down in his seat.

Tomie began to think about whether there was any time to tell stories on the road that would not scare people.

Over there, Fujiwara Tadahei, who seemed calm, finally found the opportunity to look over as he wished.

Even Fujiwara's chess master looked at him longingly.

Tomie thought for a long time, thinking about the snow girl and the stories of later generations. He said: "I once passed by a village and heard such a story..."

Several people were attracted by his story.

Tomie’s story is the traditional story of the snow girl.

A man and his companions got lost in the snowy mountains and spent the night in a cave. While they were sleeping, a beautiful but cold woman arrived. His companions were killed one after another during the night. The man begged the snow girl to let him go because he still had an elderly mother at home. If she left her mother to die, she would not be able to rest assured. Perhaps she was moved by his filial piety, and the snow girl agreed: I don’t have to kill you, but you can’t tell me that you have met me. If you tell me one day, no matter what I will kill you wherever you are.

The man agreed and stayed alone in the cave until dawn, stumbling down the mountain without saying a word no matter who asked him.

He took care of his mother until her death, married a wife normally, and had two children. The children were getting older and older. One snowy night, the cold wind invaded the home, and he remembered that night many years ago.

The man began to suspect that on that night many years ago, his companion might have froze to death because of the cold, and that he was just hallucinating between life and death.

So when his wife asked about it, he mentioned that night many years ago...

After listening to the story, the originally gentle wife's face turned gloomy, just like the snow girl who appeared in the cave that night many years ago.

Fu Jiang’s story ends abruptly at this place.

"Was that man killed?" Emperor Suzaku was already immersed in the story and couldn't wait to know the rest of the story.

Fu Jiang asked him in turn: "What do you think, Your Majesty?"

Fujiwara Tadahei felt that he had seen through the loopholes in Tomie's story, and he had gotten here unknowingly. He smiled complacently and said: "Since the Son of God can know this story, then the man should be fine."

Hearing this, Emperor Suzaku yawned, and the interest he had just gained suddenly dropped. It was an anticlimactic story.

The expression on Fujiwara Qi's face was very calm, and he always had that gentle smile.

"Ha." Fu Jiang also laughed.

Minister Taizheng thought that Fu Jiang was agreeing with him. Just when he was satisfied, he heard Fu Jiang speak again: "Who said it was a story told to me by a man?"

The room was silent for about three to five seconds.

Emperor Suzaku opened his yawning mouth halfway and turned back to look at Tomie blankly. He seemed to understand something, but also seemed to understand nothing.

Fujiwara Qi was also confused when he waited for the imperial edict.

Fujiwara Tadayei reacted: "Is the person who told you this story the snow girl in the story?"

"Hey!" Fujiwara Qi was shocked by this suggestion, and then immediately covered his mouth.

Luckily the other two didn't notice him.

Emperor Suzaku became interested again: "Is the snow girl pretty?"

Tomie nodded. The Yuki Onna disguised as an ordinary woman is also very beautiful. She is a different style of beauty from the noble ladies of Kyoto.

Emperor Suzaku tapped his finger on the chessboard and said softly: "It's really interesting."

Soon, he asked again: "What happened next? Was the man killed?"

Fu Jiang shook his head, "Let's end the story here. It would be meaningless if we knew it too clearly."

Tomie wasn't sure whether the Yuki-onna and Yuki-onna's husband she met were the Yuki-onnas in traditional stories. He was the Son of God after all. The words that came out of his mouth might have some traces of fate, so he still didn't say it. wonderful.

Emperor Suzaku did not force it, but asked: "Is there any other story?"

Tomie nodded, but looked at the shoji door facing the corridor outside the room, "It seems that Dr. Abe Yin-Yang and Boya have returned. It's better to listen to other stories tomorrow."

The other three people followed his gaze and saw two figures reflected on the door.

"Your Majesty, it is safe tonight."

What sounded was Yuan Boya's voice.

Fujiang immediately bowed his head and saluted the three people in the room, indicating that he was ready to leave with those two people.

Emperor Suzaku said nothing and waved goodbye.

Fujiwara Tadahei and Fujiwara Gitaizhao also saluted and prepared to leave with Tomie.

The three of them left the room together, and Fu Jiang still remembered to slap a barrier on the door.

Fujiwara Tadayei also said with a smile: "Although the boundaries of Kyoto have been improved again, it is always scary to walk alone at night, so why not give me a ride?"

Fujiwara Qi was confused by Zhao, didn't he want to go back together? Wouldn't it be considered as traveling alone if you took him along?

Fujiang smiled and said nothing, because he was wearing a mask, and his smile couldn't even be conveyed. He stood next to Yuan Boya.

The innocent Minamoto Boya immediately said, "I will send Mr. Fujiwara back together later."

He really didn't think much about it. He hadn't realized what Fujiwara Chuhei was thinking about Tomie. He just thought that since everyone lived on the same road, it would be convenient to go back together.

Fujiwara Chuhei found an excuse and explained with a smile: "When monsters come out at night, they always need to be protected by capable people."

Although there is one more person, it can make Shenzi relax a little, which is not unacceptable.

Yuan Boya took a few steps forward and stood in front to show himself to him: "It doesn't matter, I also exercise all year round. Although I may not be as good as cousin Lai Guang, I am by no means a weak person."

Because he was here to deal with anomalies, Yuan Boya was fully prepared tonight. He was in formal court clothes, wearing a royal crown with a scroll tassel on his head, a long sword hanging on his left waist, a bow in his right hand, and arrows on his back. If you give him a pair of armor, he can go directly to the battlefield.

"Of course I trust Boya-sama, but there are specialties in the art, right?" Fujiwara Tadohei's smile almost froze: This ignorant grandson!

Abe Seimei controlled himself not to laugh out loud. He could naturally see through what the old man was planning. No matter how many times he liked the way Minamoto Boya unconsciously made others speechless.

In order to prevent Yuan Boya from being caught wearing small shoes for any reason in the future, Qingming stepped forward to interrupt this idiot.

He smiled lightly, as if he were a young man from an aristocratic family. "What Mr. Taizheng said is absolutely true. Please let me and the Son of God send a few of them back first."

Fujiwara Tadayei felt relieved. Although there was one more person than expected, since the Son of God was willing to go with him, it didn't matter.

Hearing what Qingming said, Tomie didn't object.

Since Qingming dares to say this, he will naturally have a way to deal with it. It's not like he doesn't have any way to deal with it. He shrinks away even if he doesn't need it.

Fujiwara Tadahei was finally satisfied and coaxed Tomie into riding with him.

What's even better is that Yuan Boya came on horseback and was not squeezed into the same car with them.

It was a little regrettable that in order not to make Shenzi feel disgusted and suspicious, Abe Seimei and the juniors of the Fujiwara family he brought also got on the bus.

The carriage with four people seemed a bit crowded, and he was reluctant to let Shenzi go back alone to ride in his own carriage. The beautiful scenery he had imagined along the way could not be realized.

Moreover, Shenzi kept looking out the window, and his attention was not on him at all.

Tomie was indeed curious about the night view of Heian Kyo.

Even though there is a barrier guarding the city, there are still stories of ghosts attacking people at night in Heianjing.

It was rare that he could visit Heianjing at night after the curfew, so naturally he couldn't help but want to see more.

But along the way, he had already seen many unusual smells.

Of course, the most obvious one was next to him. Tomi Jiang looked over along the aura and saw Qingming, who was sitting very upright in the car. He could not be seen looking so serious in private.

In the legend of fairy tales, Seimei Gong is the child of a fox fairy and a human. Strictly speaking, he can be regarded as a half-demon.

Noticing Fujiang's gaze, Qingming raised his eyebrows slightly, as if asking, what is he looking at?

After all, apart from them, there were outsiders in the car, and it was difficult to discuss things that were not suitable for ordinary people to hear, so Fujiang nodded lightly and continued to move his eyes out of the car window.

Fujiwara Tadayei watched him anxiously, with years of obsession right in front of him, but he still had to maintain these damn demeanor, keeping his head down and pretending to admire the fan in his hand.

As an older man, he couldn't directly inquire about the Son of God, nor could he keep staring at him. The junior brought here is another idiot who doesn't know what to say. He is obviously of the same age, but he doesn't know how to chat with the Son of God. As a result, he can't even hear the Son of God's voice now.

He completely forgot that when he went out today, he deliberately brought such a junior with a simple personality and few words, in order to make the Son of God relax his vigilance and not cause trouble.

Fujiwara House arrived soon. Tomie, Seimei and Fujiwara Qi were the first to get out of the car and wait for him.

Even Yuan Boya has dismounted and waited aside.

The official positions of the few people present were not as high as those of Fujiwara Tadahei, who was the Taizheng Minister.

Among them, Tomie, regardless of his status as the Son of God, is worth some money in Shintoism. He is actually a commoner and does not have any official position.

"It's already getting so late." Fujiwara Chuhei pretended to glance at the moon hanging high in the sky. With a concerned tone, he expressed his long-planned thoughts: "It will be too late for God Son to return to the shrine, so why not rest at Fujiwara Residence tonight."

Fu Jiang, who had expected this move from him, was very stable and declined with a smile: "It would be too rude to come directly to the door. Besides, I had already made an agreement with Boya when I came tonight. If I want to stay at his house, it is better to bring him with me another day. It’s better to come to your door with gifts.”

After saying that, Fu Jiang raised his head and looked directly at him.

His face was shining white in the moonlight.

Fujiwara Tadayei calmed down a bit, accepted it with a smile and expressed regret.

He recalled that year when the gods all over the sky lowered their masks for the Son of God. He never had the guts to extend his claws directly to the beloved son of the gods.

In the end, he had to watch helplessly as Shenzi flew to his door and then left with Yuan Boya.

We had agreed to stay at Yuan Boya's house during the day.

Originally, I didn't want to take Qingming with me, but Qingming and Yuan Boya had already become very good friends before Tomie noticed it, so Yuan Boya's house always had a guest room for Qingming to live in.

The bedroom prepared for Fu Jiang even needed to be temporarily cleaned by servants.

During the cleaning break, the three of them sat together and chatted.

Yuan Boya apologized to Tomie, "Sorry, I didn't expect Qingming to come and stay, so I didn't prepare another room."

Tomie stared at him: "You originally wanted me to stay in Qingming's room? I don't even deserve to have a room in your house, right?"

Qingming sat leaning to the side without any sign and watching the fun.

Yuan Boya quickly explained: "You misunderstood Tomie. This is not a room exclusively for Qingming. He hasn't spent the night at my house yet. I just thought about when he might come, so I prepared it in advance. No one has lived in this room yet."

Tomie held the tatami with his left hand, raised his right hand and covered most of the mask with his wide cuff, just like a crying woman in a Noh play, leaning half of her body on the tatami, as if she was sad.

"You prepared a room for him even before he came. We obviously met first, you heartless person!"