Genji Heavy

"It's the anecdote about Rashomon that has spread in recent days. The beautiful woman waiting by Rashomon will ask passers-by if they have seen her younger brother, so in the stories that are circulating, it is called Asking Princess." Yes. You are asking this question, right?"

Seimei recalled the information he knew, and said slowly.

"That's right," Boya didn't know when he took another glass of wine, relying on his own capacity to drink, and drank it down again, "My relative just ran into Wen Ji."

"Oh." Qingming raised her eyebrows lightly, "The beauty is not shallow, you can ask me for me if Ji Ji is really as beautiful as the rumors say."

Boya laughed, "He mentioned this when he told me that it's hard to describe Wenji's beauty in words. That's why he was especially hurt."

Qingming raised a little interest, "How do you say?"

Sometimes it is also a pastime to listen to the bad luck of those stupid nobles.It was just about time for a drink.

Boya moved his body a bit, found a place to sit down, and was about to start telling the story.

Sensing the breath of listening to the story, many shikigami gathered around at once, propped their heads in anticipation, and waited obediently to listen.

Fortunately, it was Boya who came to report, if Mr. Fujiwara came in person, he would probably be too scared to say anything in the face of this battle.

Boya said, "It happened on the night of the first snow last night"

Although the weather seemed to be showing signs of snow, the Mr. Fujiwara was lucky enough to call his attendants and go out in an ox cart.

The main reason is that he has already made an appointment with a Ji Jun tonight, and it always feels bad if he misses the appointment.

Unexpectedly, there were snowflakes on the way halfway, and the snowflakes could be seen by the naked eye to fall bigger and bigger, but within a short time, it was already falling in large pieces.

This situation is somewhat unsettling.

The attendant immediately asked Mr. Fujiwara for instructions.He thought over and over again, and finally had to miss the appointment with that Ji Jun, sighed and decided to return.

Mr. Fujiwara met Wenji by chance on the way back half way.

"Encounter"

Hearing this, Seimei smiled unceremoniously.

"On the way home, I passed by Rashomon's Wenji, you wouldn't even believe Boya, would you?"

Did Boya get teased by Seimei?

"Of course I don't believe it," Boya scratched the hair on the back of his head, and clarified to himself seriously, "It's not like I don't know the layout of Beijing."

For a location like Rashomon, Mr. Fujiwara could only have deliberately asked his attendants to detour there.

The shikigami were chattering aside.

"It's clear that I've heard the rumor about Wenji, and I'm having distracting thoughts."

"Human beings are weird"

"That's right, aren't you always scared to death when you see us?"

"Wen Ji dared to be there and blatantly must be a powerful ghost girl." Several weak little monsters looked at each other, not understanding why Mr. Fujiwara dared to provoke Wen Ji.

The big fluffy tail swept across, attracting the attention of the little monsters.

Yaohu said with a thoughtful smile, "Because according to the rumors, Wenji is very beautiful."

As if he couldn't see the demon fox, a puff of smoke rushed into his face, causing him to cough violently, and then gathered into a smoke imp.

Yan Yanluo held up the pipe, and said slowly, "The beauty dilutes the fear, and the terrible curiosity takes the upper hand?"

Qingming held up the bat fan, tapped it twice on the palm of his hand, and praised, "Everyone's evaluations are very accurate."

Boya already has a look of "deep empathy".

"Probably so. He also got his wish, and really met that Wen Ji at Rashomon."

As soon as he arrived at Rashomon, Mr. Fujiwara didn't see anything, but as soon as the ox cart turned and was about to leave, he saw a plain figure standing on the side of the road.

A pair of clean hands protruding from the wide cuffs slightly lifted the clothes on his head, and a few strands of milky golden hair fell down.

Excuse me, have you seen my brother?

The woman raised her head and asked Mr. Fujiwara who had raised the curtain in the bullock cart.

That's what he said the first time he opened his mouth, and he was right to ask Ji.

It was confirmed that they really saw Wen Ji in the rumors, but Mr. Fujiwara and the attendants were all a little dizzy.Obviously the only source of light around them was the dim lanterns in their hands, but Wenji seemed to be carrying a layer of light, making people unable to look away.

She moves like a noble lady in Beijing, but there is an indescribable difference.

Mr. Fujiwara invited Wenji into the carriage by a strange mistake.

Qingming said, "But Mr. Fujiwara doesn't even know where Wenji's younger brother is."

The ending was so clear, Seimei couldn't help laughing.

The shikigami's eyes widened even more, and they said "serve it right" in unison.

Seimei "So, then"

"Then, early this morning, he found himself lying on the side of the road with his attendants," Boya snorted lightly, "the belongings are not damaged at all, but all of them have been stripped of their coats and their hair scattered."

For the noble son, it is a very, very embarrassing thing to appear in broad daylight with such a description.

Even though Boya is also an aristocrat, he can't understand this kind of psychology.

Boya played with the wine jug on the side, "Now he's hiding at home and dare not go out. No, just ask me to ask you for help."

To be honest, Boya really didn't want to agree.

He was supposed to be an outlier among the nobles, but after getting acquainted with Seimei, his views on monsters were even different from others.

Obviously, Mr. Fujiwara wanted to ask Seimei to "retreat" and ask Ji.

But no matter what Boya thinks, he has not reached that point yet.

Although the rumors about "Wen Ji" are full of worrying ghost talk atmosphere.But if you think about it carefully, Wen Ji didn't actually do anything.

She just waited by the side of the road, asking passers-by if they had seen her brother.

People who met Wen Ji didn't suffer any harm in essence, at most they were humiliated and frightened.

Not even money was lost.

A well-known big demon, at least wants to take money.

It is a bit too much to exterminate the opponent just like this.

"I know that the previous few also approached you, but you prevaricated them," Boya waved his hand indifferently, "I've told you what happened today, and you've heard it, so forget it. "

"Oh." Qingming looked up, took a sip from the wine plate unhurriedly, and then smiled, "No, I'm going to promise you."

"what"

Boya just breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to take a sip of wine from the jug, but unexpectedly, he coughed violently when he heard Qingming say that.

"Cough cough cough, w-what?"

Qingming raised his index finger and moved it, a little paper man flew up and stuck to Boya's back, helping him to pat his back.

"I said, I promise you," he repeated thoughtfully.

Boya looked at him in surprise, "Why all of a sudden?"

Qingming said, "You are the one who was entrusted to come this time, who will be next time? It's too troublesome to go on like this, why don't you go."

Boya "Is this so?"

"Besides," Qingming concluded, "it's time to find out the truth about Wenji."