I'm the heroine of a love game in a comic book

It's New Year again, and this is the fourth New Year she has spent in Hitomi Castle.

After a period of adjustment and Yukimi's "persuasion", Kuriko and Taromaru can now coexist peacefully - with Kuriko remaining in human form and Taromaru being a sculpture.

Putting aside this premise, these two monsters can destroy the entire room and yard like a tornado.

Then, after being frozen into ice sculptures by Xuejian, they apologized dejectedly and restored the furnishings to their original appearance.

But recently, Yukimi Tsukishiro has no time to take care of them. The New Year means that Naraku's true body is coming back again, and this time he comes back to check their homework.

Check homework, what a scary word. She had lived four lifetimes and experienced many hardships and dangers including playing games, but none of them was scary enough like this word.

After she passed the spiritual power test last time, Naraku got some random scrolls and books from somewhere and asked her to learn from them and he would inspect her results regularly.

Xuejian opened a book called "A Study of the Spells of Onmyoji in the Heian Period", then opened a book called "One Hundred Questions on the Practice of Miko", and then opened another book, which was "The Heart Sutra".

So Naraku didn't know how humans improve their spiritual power, so he just looted the shrines and temples and threw the scriptures to her and let her figure it out on her own, right?

But as a veteran of the 2D world, how could Yuecheng Xuejian not know the specific methods of operating spiritual power? He has never eaten pork but has seen pigs run. He is just copying.

The skill the system gave her was named "General Winter". The spiritual power she inadvertently used also turned into ice and falling snow, which should be considered the water attribute of the five elements, but it should be a little more precise.

In addition to this, she successfully hypnotized two monsters last time, which should have spiritual attributes. After laying the foundation, she can focus her practice on these two things.

He is also proficient in music theory, and the jade flute is a good medium for using spiritual power.

Poor Li Zi and Taromaru, they made great contributions to her practice, making ice sculptures in the morning, being in a coma in the afternoon, sweeping snow in the evening.

In just half a month, Xuejian felt that she had made great progress. After playing "Xixue", the range of the falling snow had expanded to the entire city lord's mansion in addition to her own courtyard. However, the corresponding time had become shorter, and still needed to be strengthened.

The hypnosis time became longer. Li Zi and Taromaru slept for a whole day after listening to her song even though they had slept normally the night before. The lullaby from their mother's memory was officially named "Homecoming", and how long it would be played depended on the opponent's strength.

But the yawning Doramaru reminded her that in a situation where there was a huge disparity in strength, the enemy could not wait for her to play the flute and music, so close combat was the key.

Naraku should position himself as a supporting role. Doramaru or Kuriko will lead the charge to confuse the enemy, while she will hide aside to interfere with the enemy, and Naraku will finally jump out to reap the fruits of victory. As for Naraku himself going on the field to fight the enemy head-on? Don't even think about it. This old bastard is impossible.

Naraku didn't want her to learn how to protect herself, but she couldn't do it. He immediately asked Doramaru to collect a bunch of random books and practice every day.

"Why go through so much trouble? Just let me protect you. I'm your shikigami anyway." Taramaru complained.

Yuecheng Xuejian studied the strange hand seals intently, not wanting to refute, "How can that be? I can't become a burden to Master Yin Dao."

She remembered clearly that one had to call him Lord Yin Dao in the city.

Taramaru stopped talking. Xuejian was thinking that based on his personality, Naraku would have scolded him for three hundred rounds, but when he stopped talking, she looked up and found that Taramaru had turned back into a golden eagle, flapped his wings and flew away.

Xuejian turned around as if she sensed something, and saw Naraku standing behind her, his bangs covering his eyes, his expression unclear.

The woman didn't seem to realize that she had heard everything she said clearly. She just came over happily and changed his coat that was soaked by the snow.

"My husband, Master Yin Dao, you are back."

"……Um."

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There is no difference between the ancient and modern New Year, except that it is more troublesome.

From the first day to the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, there was no rest time for half a month and it was always bustling.

But at this time Naraku was very considerate. Lord Yin Dao was "sick" again at the right time, and as his wife, Tsukishiro Yukimi naturally had to take care of him closely without taking off his clothes, and was exempted from those rules.

However, the one-day New Year's Day festival is inevitable.

Holding her sick husband, she first greeted the city lord and then returned to her seat.

"Yin Dao" put the handkerchief in front of his mouth and coughed twice, then patted Yuecheng Xuejian's hand. She immediately understood and picked up the tea on the table and served it with both hands, then lowered her head shyly amid the compliments from everyone.

The play could have ended here, but someone came to add more drama.

Seeing the young man being so respectful and careful to please the City Lord Renjian, Yuecheng Xuejian shuddered with coldness. It was the memory left by her original body that was affecting her.

Naraku saw the discovery and asked quietly, "What's wrong?"

Xuejian forced a smile and said, "It's a bit cold. Maybe I didn't wear enough clothes."

"Look at you. You gave me so many instructions before you left, and yet you forgot about yourself."

"Yin Dao" scolded, drawing good-natured laughter from those around.

Yuecheng Changsheng laughed the loudest and was the most proud.

The Lord of Moon City sent a congratulatory gift, and the leading envoy was none other than the man who had reported the original body's elopement with the peddler, the original body's brother, Yuecheng Changsheng.

Seeing the affection between Tsukishiro Yukimi and "Hitomi Yindao", Tsukishiro Changsheng was extremely happy. He repeatedly raised his glass to his cheap brother-in-law at the table, but was declined by Naraku on the grounds of being unwell.

This kind of cannon fodder-like temperament of doing all kinds of bad things is exactly the same as Xuejian's original brother.

The more Xuejian looked at Yuecheng Changsheng, the more annoyed she became, so she found an excuse to sneak out of the party to get some fresh air.

"Sister, long time no see. The position of the city master's wife is more enjoyable than that of a peddler, right?"

There was actually someone waiting under the plum tree.

Xuejian frowned, "Why are you here?"

Yuecheng Changsheng came over with a smile, picked a plum blossom and pinned it in Xuejian's hair, "I came to tell my sister, don't forget that this marriage was so successful because of my contribution. Father's time is running out, and the dispute over the succession is inevitable. With a reliable mother's family, you can stand up straight."

It's quite a beautiful thought.

Xuejian raised her eyes and smiled brightly, "I appreciate your concern, brother." Then she turned and left.

Tsukishiro Changsheng, you have a nice idea, but unfortunately this is a boys' comic, so there is no room for you to show your intrigue.

Back at the table, Naraku was holding a wine glass and chatting casually with his retainers. Xuejian glanced at him as she passed by and asked:

"When did you wear the plum blossom in your hair?"

"Oh, I was just admiring plum blossoms in the garden, and I picked one because I liked it. Do you think it looks good, my husband?"

In front of everyone, Naraku naturally said it looked good.

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After the banquet, Xuejian still supported her sick husband back home and gave Yuecheng Changsheng a reassuring look, saying, "Don't worry, I'll persuade him tonight!"

Yuecheng Changsheng left with satisfaction.

Funny, tonight is the day you die.

After returning to the room and plucking the plum blossoms on her head, Xuejian stared at the face in the bronze mirror in a trance.

She has been looking at this face for many years. No matter which world it is, it is the same name and appearance, with only differences in age and temperament.

Li Zi left after spreading the quilt. Yuanri naturally wanted to sleep with her husband and wife, so it would be hard to get away with it. Naraku had already changed his underwear, and seeing Xuejian still sitting there blankly, he was about to urge her, but Xuejian suddenly asked:

"Master Yin Dao, if I want someone to die, what should I do?"

A very interesting question for his seemingly selfless "wife".

"You asked me, you shouldn't do it right now."

Xuejian suddenly realized, "You are right, I will go then."

He was about to leave when Naraku stopped him, "Wait, you haven't told me who you want to kill and why you want to kill him."

Xuejian thought about it and felt that it was okay to tell Naraku, so she said, "It was Yuecheng Changsheng. He ruined my marriage and forced me to marry Renjian Yindao."

Speaking of this, Xuejian began to feel sorry for the original body again, and decided to give twice as many offerings to the original body and the peddler during the Ullambana Festival this year as in previous years.

In the previous three worlds, she had the habit of worshiping her original body.

Naraku raised his voice, "Your marriage?"

"Yes, I had eloped successfully, but he and his men caught me back. What's even more hateful is that he was in favor of me and Fujiyoshiro being together at the beginning, but it turned out that he was a liar."

Xuejian was furious.

Naraku's eyes turned slightly red, and he moved closer to Xuejian until he trapped her between the wall and his arms, "You always said that you wanted to be the wife of Hitomi Yindao."

"Since Fujikichiro is dead, it doesn't matter who I marry."

After thinking for a while, Xue Jian added: "Don't worry, I will keep my word. As long as you are ashamed of your identity, I will serve you for life and fulfill my wife's responsibilities."

Naraku looked at it carefully for a while, confirmed that what Tsukishiro Yukimi said was from the heart, and said:

"You don't want to take revenge on your parents. In the end, it's still a vent of anger. It was your parents who made the engagement."

Xuejian shook her head. "But my parents gave birth to me and raised me, and protected me for half my life. I have no right to hate them."

"So in the end, you still don't dare, and you're not cruel enough."

Yuecheng Xuejian asked curiously, "But isn't this the connection between people? No one would protect another person for no reason."

"My parents gave birth to me for marriage but gave me a rich life. Hitomi Castle married me for alliance but gave me a noble status to maintain dignity. Lord Naraku, you married me for my spiritual power but you have a great monster to protect your life. What's the difference?"

Her eyes were so pure, as if what she said was the truth of the world, and she had always taken this as her life creed, relying on these bullshit rules to survive.

"I hate Yuecheng Changsheng because he has no right to manage my affairs. He can't protect me and even has to rely on my marriage to consolidate his position in Yuecheng. He didn't pay me and killed my people. Of course I have to fight back."

The little monster began to bar its teeth.

Naraku raised her chin, and his warm black eyes turned into a twisted red, full of interest.

"Tsukishiro Yukimi, I'm beginning to admire you."

He became more and more satisfied with this "wife". She was always unexpectedly frank and said some unpleasant things, but this person was as transparent as glass in front of him and he felt most at ease with her.

Moreover, her ideas are distorted to begin with, so she will be very obedient without any additional training from me.

"But," Naraku's hand brushed across Tsukishiro Yukimi's lips. Because it was New Year's Day, she had deliberately applied bright lip balm, and as Naraku moved, it stained his fingertips.

Naraku loosened his hand, pinched the bright red color on his hand, seemed to think of something, chuckled, and put his fingers into his mouth.

"Don't mention Tokichiro's name in front of me anymore."