Honmaru Notebook[Comprehensive]

For the rest of the day, Yuan Shigemitsu lived very leisurely. He had someone to worry about everything, as long as he was in charge of eating, eating and playing. As the number of swords increased, Honmaru began to be lively. After seeing the lord, the mourning gods would be pulled out by their close companions to mutter for a while. As for what they said, Yuan Shigemitsu didn't care at all.

Thinking about it, it was just one or two things, and if he didn't want to go, he wouldn't force them.

No one is obliged to accompany him on a mortal appointment.

But the Honmaru is still laughing and joking, there is no trace of haze at all. Compared with many normal Honmaru, this darkened Honmaru looks a little more lively.

The new Fusangshen didn't resist the coming fate at all, and almost accepted it happily. For them, as a sword, breaking it for the master on the battlefield is simply the highest honor.

They are deeply honored by such a fate.

This is like the most common Honmaru, Fusangshen consciously go out to improve their strength, short knives are running around and playing around, the judges and Taidaos mix together for tea and snacks, or go to the big swords to mix a few glasses of wine , and was taken away by the attendant of the day, while admonishing "You are not in good health, you can't drink cold wine", while stuffing the disobedient master into the elderly tea drinking group——

In terms of age... it seems that there is no problem with putting it like this?

The god judge obediently holds tea, surrounded by several beautiful and prosperous old people, chattering without saying a word, the snow-white sword will suddenly hang a head from the eaves, trying to scare his lord for the hundredth time, Then, the powerful short knives dragged the haori and stuffed it into the large pit that appeared inexplicably under the corridor.

Yuan Shigemitsu acted like the most gentle and amiable god judge, he would accompany Xiao Ye to squat by the flower bed and stare at a flower for an afternoon, then share a persimmon together, bury the core of the persimmon in the flower bed, pretend It will grow persimmon trees, and it has seriously imagined how to divide the persimmons after the persimmon trees bear fruit.

Ishikirimaru, who happened to pass by, was also asked to perform a ceremony to pray for a good harvest for the persimmon tree——"This is really not my field of expertise..."

The daggers are very attached to him, and Mrs. Zhen, who revolves around Yuan Zhongguang every day.

Minamoto Shigemitsu had no choice but to put enough candies in the pockets of each piece of clothing, so that he could take them out anytime and anywhere and distribute them to the group of children. .

As for Hotaru... it took him a lot of effort to accept this fact.

So Fusangshen's body shape has nothing to do with the body's body shape?

I tried my best to erase the inherent "big mac" image, and pasted Hotaru's avatar into it, hey, fortunately, I didn't tell anyone about this conjecture...

Every afternoon is a fixed tea time, and he is also used to sitting with Sankayue and Yingmaru in a daze.They always seldom talk, just sit for a long time, watching the cherry blossoms slowly float down from the treetops, one petal, two petals, three petals...

There were more people who came to drink tea the next day, and Kemimaru hurriedly asked them if they would like to add snacks. The charcoal of the tea stove was running out, and the fire was extinguished. The four uncles would not do anything, so they smiled With the same expression as Higakiri, he watched Kemaru work hard without complaint.

People passing by will subconsciously bring some food to them, and the playful short knives will run past here, stealing a piece or two of snacks, and they will pretend not to see it. Seeing them sitting here, they would send the cubs over to keep them warm.

Then the number of people here gradually increased. First, the singer who loves elegance came here to take pictures and paint, and then Shuzhuwan who copied the scriptures; the big brothers always sat in the corner drinking; the candlesticks in the kitchen were cleaned up, and they would come here with new works every day Please taste the gods; Akashi, who loves to sleep late, insists that the sun here is better than other places, so he dragged all the mattresses. Of course, the mattresses were dragged by Hotaru and Aizen by hand, for fear that he would catch a cold, because Akashi always watched One place fell down; the first phase sat cross-legged and told stories to the younger brothers; not to mention Hasebe, and later, even the most restless Tsurumaru could obediently sit on the edge of Yuan Zhongguang and dangle his feet Hang around all afternoon.

After the appearance of Guijia Zhenzong, the style of this tea party became a bit crooked, especially when there was Qingjiang beside him who would speak up from time to time. In other words, even the short knives, as protective knives, they know a lot more than others. It was the first time in the first issue that they tried to take them away on this occasion, but the younger brothers joined the topic without changing their faces, thinking Thinking of his expression at that time, it makes people feel extremely sympathetic.

No need to ask, his mental activity at that time must have been a cycle of collapse: How did my Ododos become like this? Are these really my Ododos? My Ododos are actually like this? How did Oududou become like this...

Yao Yan patted his elder brother's shoulder reassuringly: "Don't think too much about it in the first phase, it's a protective knife, it always stays with the master all day long, even at night."

Maeda, who has always been gentle and timid, is also very calm: "Yeah, especially the public, it's really an eye-opener, what kind of men and women are there—"

In the first episode, his face turned green, and Hakata stuffed a big blessing into his mouth, raised his hand and said loudly: "There are many, many props!"

Tortoise's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and Ranto Shiro said quietly: "If there are no props, there are still us...the protective sword also has a lot of functions."

Alas!

Everyone trembled, and Qing Jiang suddenly turned his head to the side, drinking tea and watching Minamoto Shigemitsu with a smile: "Speaking of which, I heard that the main hall was born in the royal family, so he should be very experienced, right?"

"puff--"

Minato Shigemitsu spit out a mouthful of water all of a sudden, looking at this daring Wakizawa, only to find that all the knives were looking at him with burning eyes, their faces were very interested, and even Suzumaru, who was chanting sutras, turned his face sideways.

Dead silence.

A dead silence.

Tsurumaru tilted his head, with a sly and brisk smile in his golden eyes: "Ah, ah, could it be that the main palace is still a virgin?"

Oh--

The fusangshen looked suddenly enlightened, San Riyue lowered her head and smiled and drank tea, the amber eyes of the mustache cut were as gentle as honey, Yuan Zhongguang, who was furious, picked up the bat fan at hand and slammed the crane The head of the pill: "Aren't you? As a knife, you shut up for me."

Tsurumaru suddenly showed a strange smile, leaned closer to Genshigemitsu, the golden ornaments on his clothes and neck collided and made a pleasant sound: "If you say that... I really am not, because I can't find the tools temporarily, Someone once took my handle and made Mr. Horn—”

Yuan Shigemitsu's hand that hit his head stiffened suddenly, and a pair of black eyes seemed a little dull.

This... is really exciting...

The tortoise shell still let out a slow "Wow" from behind, as if reminded by this sound, Minamoto Shigemitsu came back to his senses, looked Tsurumaru up and down, and under Tsurumaru's inexplicable sight, Minamoto Shigemitsu asked seriously: " I have always wanted to know, after you have transformed, which side is which?" He gestured at Tsurumaru's body with his hand, "Is the hilt the head? Or..."

Before he finished speaking, a large group of fusangshen behind him had already burst out laughing, Tsurumaru's smiling face froze, staring in disbelief at the serious questioning lord in front of him, seeing Qing Lingling's smile in his eyes Finally, he scratched his hair helplessly: "Well... how naughty, the main hall..."

Yuan Shigemitsu finally couldn't help laughing, Tsurumaru crossed his legs, propped his hands on the floor behind him, the snow-white feathers were piled up on the ground indiscriminately, he just looked sideways at the smile of the judge, and after a long time, he bent over The corners of her lips curled up, and her golden pupils were filled with a tolerant and bright glow like the first day.

That's fine too... Even if death is ahead, please let me see your smile.

When Jiang Xue came to this Honmaru, it was already the day before the God Judge Conference, and now it was dinner time, the forging room was quiet, and there was only Shuzhuwan waiting for him.

Neither of the two vibrating Buddhist knives is the talkative type, one is quiet and the other is melancholy.

After staring at each other for nearly 10 minutes, the two strings of rosary beads have been twisted twice, and the atmosphere has not changed at all. If another incense burner is brought over, both of them can hold a small Dharma exchange conference.

But this is impossible, two vibrating swords, one supporting Hinayana Buddhism and the other focusing on Mahayana Dharma, thank God for not fighting.

"...The other new knives before you have already fully practiced."

Finally, it was Shuzhuwan who broke the suffocating silence first.

Jiang Xue was silent for a long time: "Is that so... I'm going to fight again..."

Shuzhuwan twirled a rosary: ​​"...the forging of knives had been stopped two days ago, but this time we made a private decision against the will of the main hall."

Jiang Xue also twirled a rosary, with compassionate eyes: "A sad world..."

Shuzhuwan raised his head slightly: "There is one thing, please."

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According to Shizheng records, the judges of this hommaru are women. In order not to be stopped as soon as they enter the door, it is necessary to wear women's clothing.The Fu Sangshen also seem to be very keen on dressing him up, because of his previous experience in the Azuchi era, Yuan Shigemitsu didn't have any pressure on dressing up as a woman, and even calmly exchanged the color of his lips with Luan.

The other fusangshen were scattered in twos and threes across the Daguang Room, some were drinking tea, some were playing and playing, bright candles were lit everywhere, and the flames were slightly swaying in the air current of people coming and going, Such a warm atmosphere made everyone feel relaxed and relaxed, as if they forgot what they were going to do tomorrow, and just enjoyed this moment quietly.

All the women's clothes in Honmaru have been moved here. Yuan Shigemitsu has long hair hanging loose, and there is still steam on his face after a bath. He is wearing a thin white singlet, sitting cross-legged behind a screen, watching with a smile. The gods of mourning were arguing about what to wear him around a pile of skirts.

Sanriyue sat at the door, still holding the teacup persistently and not letting go, occasionally looking at the moon in the sky, and occasionally turning her head to look at him.

"Oh, it's easy to be spotted if you wear a short skirt. The figure is really different! Girls have very keen eyes!"

Luan frowned at the short skirt in Hakata's hand: "You have to wear a long one! It's like a maiden costume or something."

Yaken put one hand in the pocket of the windbreaker, looked at the pile of clothes and sighed: "But the previous maiden uniform is a bit small, right?"

He thought for a while, then pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Speaking of which, the general looks beautiful in twelve singles."

what--

Oh yes!

The daggers all thought of the lady Guidie who was called the most beautiful in the Antu era, and their eyes lit up.

The Fusangshen who heard it not far away also raised their heads with interest: "Twelve bills?"

As relics of history, even though they are wearing military uniform shirts, they still retain the secret pursuit of ancient meaning deep in their hearts.

"I remembered!" Hirano clapped his hands, "Did your ex wear a dress when he came here? We just need to change it!"

Twelve singles are very effective in covering up the figure, under the heavy skirts, who can tell if this is a man?

The screen was opened, the candles flickered, and the Fusangshen conversed in unison, and their eyes drifted there one by one, like Ji Jun changing clothes in an ancient public house, and the short knives smoothed the wrinkles on the silk, and the standing people slightly With his chin raised, his hands spread out, layers of fabric draped over his shoulders.

Snow-white small sleeves, soft silk unlined garments, shawls with shades of color like clouds floating, and then tops, outer garments, and gorgeous Tang garments embroidered with flowers and birds covering the body, and a painting fan sprinkled with gold powder was handed over, medicine research Carefully pulled her long hair out of the heavy clothes and held it in her hands.

I don't know when, there was no voice outside, and the thick and thin figures on the screen were graceful, as if they were pulled back to the gorgeous era when gods and ghosts coexisted.

Jiro squinted his eyes and raised the wine plate to his eldest brother: "Brother, this is the world."

The Otachi who was enshrined in the shrine had a touch of golden red at the end of his eyes, and his expression was dignified, without sorrow or joy: "This is the world..."

There is the strongest wine and the most beautiful flowers.

"Okay!" The daggers cheered from behind the screen, and Fu Sangshen outside suddenly jumped in his heart, pretending to look over there casually.

The dreamland of vermilion and gold unfolded slowly, like a thrilling encounter. The fragrance of Nongyan rose in the hall, and the grace and beauty of the Heian era broke through the long river of time and hit their hearts. In the tender and soft eyes, Filled with cherry blossoms and rosy fireworks, a piece of white fingertips holding a painting fan pokes out of a thick red and purple cuff, just like a section of graceful branch on a branch in spring, slowly and beautifully, splashing down with neon streamer , bringing out a luxurious and charming fragrance.

The peerless beauty had her long hair tied up, and her plain face was without makeup, but she didn't need makeup either. As long as he stood there, he would embody the splendor of the entire Heian capital.

No wonder...is this the Heian era...

Someone whispered, is this the magnificent era where gods and ghosts coexisted?

Sanriyue looked at him quietly, the tea in her hand was a little cold, so she put it down: "Hahaha, haven't you put on makeup, let the old man try it, after all, I have seen a lot of Ji Jun..."

The cold and beautiful moon in the sky is close to the extreme glamorousness in the world. With your fingers in the rouge box of Nong Hong, gently wipe it on the white corners of the eyes and lips.

The heat from the fingertips melted away the solid grease, and a faint fragrance oozes out, curling up at the end of his eyes.

The thrilling beauty is in full bloom, embellishing the blades into a warm red that is intoxicating and dreaming.

"As expected of Kaguya Hime from Kyoto..."

As Sankaiyue said, the crescent moon in his dark blue eyes was like hooks. He held the satin rouge box, and with the other hand, he held onto the back of Yuan Shigemitsu's head. He lowered his head slightly, and the smear was naturally attached to his thinned lips. Rouge red lips.

Yuan Shigemitsu was only surprised at the beginning, and then he opened his lips cooperatively, accepting Sankayue's request to make progress. His slender and powerful five fingers gently rubbed the hair on the back of his head, his lips and tongue were entangled, and there was a slight sticky smell. sound.

The people who were treated as nothing couldn't move their eyes at all, and the ambiguous color/qi was lingering, obviously it had nothing to do with them, but many people's faces were red.

Of course, the two addicted to desire did not see their expressions, and some of Fu Sangshen's darker and darker faces were not received. They just kissed earnestly and tenderly, teasing each other as much as possible.

In the end, it was human beings who were the first to show weakness. The glamorous flowers showed a charming smile in the corner of their eyes, and their sharp canine teeth slapped Sanriyue's lips hard.

"hiss--"

San Riyue had no choice but to back out from his mouth, licking the small cut on the red lips with the tip of her tongue, a helpless and indulgent smile on the beautiful face of Gao Jie, and a lazy look/qi that has not faded: "You are so cruel. "

You obviously want it too, don't you...

Yuan Zhongguang curled up Yubai's fingertips, wiped it on the corner of his lips, and gave him a smirk ambiguously.

Kemaru stood beside his elder brother, observing him with fear, Higashikiri still had his usual soft smile, but the hands holding the coat on his shoulders were shaking.

Well, it's scary...

Feeling black gas ah ah ah...

The author has something to say: tell me whether it is sweet or not! ! !

Is this pill sweet or not? !This is definitely the sweetest routine I've ever written... applause to myself.

Come!Open your mouth to eat candy!

Thanks to the little angel who throws thunder and waters water!To kiss and hug and hold high!I want you to kiss me!Otherwise, I will lie in Sanming's arms and won't get up!

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