Genji Heavy

Inexplicably, I just received a set of clothes.

Mustache looked blankly in the direction where Kosode left.When the figure walked away with "sharp" steps, she admitted.

I really got a suit for nothing.

Picking up the clothes carefully, Higakiri touched the fabric.

Although it is a simple plain color clothing, it feels very comfortable and the texture is very elegant.The stitching of the whole suit is smooth and delicate, and the workmanship is very good.

Higakiri inspected it with admiration, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, he put away the coat on his shoulders, put this kimono on the outside, and covered the armor he was wearing.

She was going to find a "native" person to inquire about the situation.

You still have to change your clothes, otherwise it will be too abrupt and you won't be able to communicate at all.

After mustache trimmed his clothes, he groped forward along the side path that was almost engulfed in weeds.

Fortunately, we didn't go too far, and we came to the side of the main road.

Mustache carefully identified it, and found that he was near the Rashomon.This place has always been full of yin and ghosts, so it's no wonder the surroundings are so desolate.

But even though it is remote, there are still some pedestrians.

Coincidentally, after waiting for a long time, Mustache saw a passerby with a burden walking slowly in the distance.

Passers-by have good eyesight, and soon spotted Mustache standing on the side of the road.

The other party paused immediately, and his mouth grew slowly.The expression on his face was completely blank after being surprised.

Mustache: "Excuse me—"

As soon as she opened her mouth, passers-by jumped up on the spot as if they had been shocked, and then their expressions turned into panic.

Mustache:?

is she scary

However, for the sensitive people of Ping'an, who live under the shadow of demons and monsters, especially the civilians whose life is more difficult, it is really a very strange thing to suddenly see a lonely woman with an unusual appearance and aristocratic appearance on the side of the road. Something that hits the crisis radar.

The passer-by hastily turned his head away, not daring to look at his mustache, and ran away as if flying.It seemed like he was fleeing for his life.

It seems that mustache is some kind of beast.

But in the eyes of passers-by, the strange beauty suspected of being a monster may be more terrifying than jackals, tigers and leopards.

Mustache stood innocently on the spot, her soft and fluffy hair was blown by the cold wind, making her look like a messy lion.

She didn't even finish...a complete sentence, huh?

This will not work.

Higakiri thought about it, and felt that Rashomon had too much anecdote, which naturally created a gloomy atmosphere, so he decided to move his legs and ask elsewhere.

She turned around, turned her back on Rashomon, and walked in the opposite direction from it.

However, he didn't go far, and Hikakiri stopped suddenly.

An extremely strong sense of exhaustion surged up without warning, tugging at the body with mustaches, making her suddenly feel that she has no strength.

So weird.

Mustache raised his hand differently, looked down at his palm, completely unaware of what was going on.

She didn't believe in evil, and tried to take a few steps forward, only to find that her body was obviously weaker.

In such a situation, Mustache has no doubt that if he goes forward, he will have to return to his body, and he will not even be able to condense his body.

Oh My God.

Higakiri looked back at Rashomon who was not too far away, and smiled slightly.

She can't seem to get too far away?

There was a bit of inquiry in Mustakiri's gaze.

Then I have no choice but to try my luck here and catch a few passers-by to ask.I hope my brother can wait for her well, don't cry.

The sky was still overcast.

Within a few days, it began to snow in Heian-kyo.

This year's first snow came earlier, but after a few days of gray weather, people are also psychologically prepared for snow.

After one night, Heianjing became a plain white.

Onmyoji woke up from the dream and saw that the shoji door was not closed for some reason.A steady stream of cold air poured into the house through this gap, and then dissipated in the heating from the charcoal fire in the house.

Snowing.Onmyoji thought for sure.

He got up and changed into his hunting clothes, walked to the door, raised his hand and opened the shoji door.

What caught my eye was the picturesque snow scene in the courtyard.Thinking about coming to Heian-kyo, there must have been these soft and cold snow accumulations.

The two lanterns hanging on the porch in front of the house suddenly opened their mouths wide.

The lantern ghosts, who had worked hard all night, saw Master Onmyoji get up, and immediately made noises to remind them of their existence.

The onmyoji waved his fan with a smile, and the lantern ghosts immediately comprehended and floated away in a row.

"Seimei-sama!"

The fox with two fluffy tails happily called the Onmyoji's name, and ran over from the other end of the corridor, almost bumping into the Onmyoji's leg.

"It's Xiaobai," the onmyoji named Abe Seimei smiled at the two foxes, "What's the matter?"

Xiaobai said happily: "Isn't it snowing? Everyone said that there will be a snow feast!"

The monster's banquet, of course, can be held whenever it wants, without the troubles of humans.

Seimei, who had one foot among the humans, responded very naturally, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong with such a casually arranged banquet.

"Is it a snow feast? It's quite elegant."

In fact, at this time, we should hurry up and arrange for someone to sweep away the snow on the road in front of the door.Qingming's residence here is different from the residences of nobles elsewhere, there is no "person" who is in charge of these, and he will not think of it for a while.

Of course, Seimei thought about it, but he was not going to send Shikigami to sweep the snow.

The snow-covered road is difficult, just enough to stop some troubles.

However, Seimei had just sat down on the mat laid out by the shikigami, before even touching his lips with a glass of warm wine, someone came to find him.

"Sunny."

Yuan Boya walked towards Qingming while calling Qingming's name, walking all the way as if he was at his own home, quite natural.

The snow-covered road is difficult, but friends who are not afraid of trouble can't be stopped.

Today, Yuan Boya finally put on his winter clothes. He didn't "treat each other honestly" as usual, and he felt much warmer visually.

However, his hem and shoes and socks were soaked with snow, and his face exuded a healthy post-exercise heat.

Yuan Boya has always been impatient with the slow-moving ox carts, and today he came to visit Qingming, so he felt much more at ease, thinking that he walked over directly.

I just don't know why, it looks like it's getting angry.

"Qingming, give me some water," Boya stretched out his hand to Qingming.

Qingming unhurriedly raised his wine glass as a signal, "Now there is only wine."

Boya said: "You can, you can do whatever you want."

So Qingming tilted his head as a gesture, and the little paper figurine at the side wobbly held up the wine and handed it to Boya.

Boya took the wine glass, drank it down, and finally looked better.

Qingming thoughtfully waited for Boya to finish his drink before asking, "What's the matter, come here at such a time today?"

Boya immediately sighed loudly.

"It's not that you were asked. There is a son I know well. He encountered some troubles and didn't dare to come to you by himself, so he found me. He is my mother's nephew. I really can't refuse .”

Qingming clearly turned the bat fan in his hand, "So that's it, it's for Mr. Fujiwara."

Boya sighed again and nodded.

Qingming said: "Ah, ah... well, Mr. Boya, I still have to give you face. Please tell me."

Boya coughed slightly in embarrassment, "Qingming, have you... heard about the 'asking Ji'?"