Genji Heavy

"Master Boya! Lord Boya!"

The voice from behind gave Yuan Boya a headache, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

He now regrets that he has been more enthusiastic about archery since he was a child. Although he can form barriers and break demons, he doesn't know much about the many onmyoji arts that onmyojis are good at.

Otherwise, he could have slipped away now like Seimei without anyone noticing.

——Damn it, Qingming clearly found out that someone was going to entangle him, but he didn't even remind him, and what's even worse, he just left him with a smile and walked away!

The veins on Boya's forehead were twitching, and he was just a little bit close to making an indecent act of covering his forehead and rolling his eyes in public.

He quickly picked up his pace again.

However, the voice behind him followed like a shadow, persevering, but Boya couldn't really run.

If it is over a thousand years, Boya will know that there is a kind of exercise that is very suitable for the state he is about to achieve, and that is "racing walking".

This kind of chase is really ugly on the way of officials.

No matter how big-hearted Boya was, he also realized that he couldn't continue to lose face like this.So he gritted his teeth, tried his best to put on a normal, friendly expression, stopped, and turned around.

"Master Fujiwara," Boya smiled, "What's the matter?"

"Ah, this..." Mr. Fujiwara, who had been used as a talking point by the shikigami in Seimei's mansion these days, finally caught up with Boya, but he showed a hesitant look and looked a little shy.

Boya was taken aback, and goose bumps suddenly appeared on his body.

"If you have something to say, please do so." He gritted his teeth secretly to prevent his expression from becoming contorted. "If you really don't want to say it here, you can go to the house to say it."

Boya really worked very hard to say such an invitation against his will.

Mr. Fujiwara hurriedly said: "No, no, it will be too much trouble for you, Mr. Boya. I will leave after asking a few words."

Fortunately, it's not too bad after all.

Boya felt a little relieved, and the smile on his face was not so tense anymore.

"please say."

Mr. Fujiwara paused, and then continued: "I want to ask, did you and Lord Seimei go to Rashomon to retire Wen Ji last night?"

He looked a little anxious.

Boya thought it was a bit strange for him to look like this.

"You..." He couldn't help but looked at Mr. Fujiwara suspiciously for a while, and then said slowly, "Don't worry, Mr. Fujiwara. You won't be retaliated by Wenji again. The Rashomon matter has been settled. "

Boya is not good at lying, so he didn't make it very clear when he answered, but only vaguely stated the result.

For the rest, Mr. Fujiwara can understand it by himself.

Boya thought that after he answered, Mr. Fujiwara would show a relaxed look.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing Boya's words, Mr. Fujiwara was stunned, his expression was blank for a moment, and then he stood there, looking a little lost and sad.

Boya: "Master Fujiwara?"

He doesn't understand.

Mr. Fujiwara held the cypress fan in the winter and grieved gracefully against the wind for a while, then lowered his voice, and asked Boya cautiously: "You...you and Master Qingming, have you retired to ask the concubine?"

Boya felt even more strange, "Isn't this your wish?"

"No, no, that's not it, I just..."

Mr. Fujiwara stammered for a while, as if organizing his words, and finally sighed.

"After thinking about it carefully, Wenji never killed anyone. It's really..."

Boya: "...?"

He was really speechless for a while.

But Boya is still easy to soften his heart - even Mr. Fujiwara's performance in this series is really hard to describe.

It was hard for Boya to speak clearly, he glanced at the surrounding situation indiscriminately, and said vaguely: "You don't have to worry too much."

After speaking, he let go of his feet and left quickly.

Mr. Fujiwara was taken aback when he heard this, he lowered his head and thought about this short sentence several times, and suddenly he realized something, and raised his head in surprise.

"Lord Boya, could it be—"

There was no one in sight.

"Master Boya? Master Boya?" Mr. Fujiwara looked around in a daze. After realizing that he had been left behind, he stroked the cypress fan and sighed helplessly.

At the same time, I was looking forward to it, if I could see Wenji again, it would be great.

Far away from the fear of life being threatened, the Heian-kyo romance rooted in Mr. Fujiwara's bone marrow came alive again.

And mustuki never imagined that the nobleman who didn't know his name but was taught by her because of his malicious intentions would still have such thoughts.

But even if she knew, she wouldn't care about this "little thing".

There is no need to compare, of course it is the younger brother's matter that is more important.

Hikekiri, who finally remembered that youkai are not included in human history, happily stuffed the remaining half of the pastry in his hand into his mouth.

Higakiri's reaction was not great, but the face that suddenly brightened a few degrees was still noticed by one or two shikigami who were close to her.

"Ask Ji?" Zashiki-douji tilted his head, looking at her nervously, and the will-o'-the-wisps floating around him flickered unsteadily, "Is it because the snacks don't suit your appetite?"

"Oh, no, no," Mustache shook his head with a smile, pinched the little girl's hair, then took another snack, and shared half with her, "Sweet, very good."

Zashiki Warji heaved a sigh of relief, and facing Hikiri's smile, he couldn't help but shyly accepted the half piece of dessert she handed over.

Hidekiri then said casually: "Of course it's a good thing to be accepted by everyone so quickly. It's just that I don't understand. Everyone seems to be very curious about me?"

This question is actually a bit direct.

But once it is matched with her innocent face, no one will care about this little problem.

There was doubt in those clear golden eyes, which made the people who looked at it feel as if they had been knocked in their hearts.

The shikigami, who were more or less gossip-minded, felt guilty to varying degrees, and their eyes also averted.

"oops……"

"actually……"

The shikigami inevitably hesitated.

However, the shikigami surrounded by mustaches here, except for the still bright-eyed demon fox on the outside, have always had a lot of small things in their hearts, and they did not disappoint his fox race at all. The other shikigami are relatively straightforward, without any twists and turns around the personality.

So they mustered up their courage anyway and explained why.

"Ping'an capital is too quiet during this period, we haven't met a new partner who has been rumored for a while, so..."

A few monster girls carefully pinched a small piece of mustache and said.

"We're a little bit excited."

"Besides, it's still the anecdote about being in Rashomon..." Butterfly, who was a little sleepy in winter, sniffed and whispered.

"Rashomon...what's wrong?" Hikakiri asked as if he didn't know anything, tilting his head and resting his chin on one hand.

Ah, how should I answer this?

Because the matter was so famous, and a powerful monster was involved, the shikigami really didn't know how to describe it to Wenji, who seemed to have never heard of it.

At this time, the demon fox was remembered.

The demon fox, who was suddenly stared at by the beautiful girls, switched states almost without a pause, waving his fan elegantly and said, "Well, Rashomon, there was also a monster who appeared in the image of a beauty before, and rumors spread from there. Because it is so representative, we know that when Wenji you appear, we are very curious about what kind of demeanor you will have."

Then the demon fox was beaten on the lower leg, and was warned by eyes: don't use your selfishness to represent our thoughts without authorization.

The demon fox coughed lightly.

"Oh," Higaki clapped his hands, and happily said in the tone of discovering an ally from the same camp, "Is she also looking for her younger brother?"

Hearing Wenji mentioned her younger brother again, the surroundings were visibly quiet for a moment.

Many shikigami tried very hard to control themselves, not to look at Wen Ji with sympathetic eyes.

It's not that they don't want to ask Ji Hao, they are pessimistic that she can't find her brother.It's really... They have seen too many such ghosts with Master Qingming.

No matter how much you can linger, you will never forget it. Persistence is nothing but obsession.

But what will become an obsession?

Thinking of this, the Shikigami couldn't bear it even more.

But it is not available for a long time.

Moreover, after turning into a monster, they often lose the human-like concept of time.

In this way, I have never been able to find my brother's words.

There is a great possibility, ask Ji's younger brother's family...

The shikigami looked at each other, and immediately reminded each other in panic, not to reveal to Wenji what they thought just now.

That would be too bad.

Mustache lightly tapped his chin.

They are obviously monsters, but their thoughts are too easy to guess, right?

"That, that!" Zashiki Doji who was closest to him suddenly said loudly, and under the courage he mustered for a moment, he focused on the big monster himself, "Qingji, it's 'he', not 'her' 'La!"

Please don't think about your younger brother, they will reveal their secrets if they continue like this!

This fits the meaning of mustache cut.

She sat up a little calmly, regained her spirits, "How do you say it?"