Tomie Tsuji

That night.

Under the bright crescent moon, the butterfly embroidered with gold thread on the robe worn by the girl seems to be dancing under the moonlight, completely breaking away from this simple robe and flying to the bright moon, even if it is so beautiful The outer robe, which is also eclipsed by the faintly revealed face of the girl, can only be described as "worthy of her", but there are no more beautiful adjectives.

These words are not enough to describe her.

The eyes of all the blades who were having a secret meeting were all focused on the girl who broke in suddenly. Even at that moment, they were dazzled by her beauty, but what they really cared about was not this, but the topic they discussed a moment ago .

Some people were embarrassed, some were pleasantly surprised, and some looked at her passionately and earnestly—obviously, they were discussing the topic of girls before.

And it happens to be about 'who is she loving'.

In the end, Candlestick cut Mitsutada's question, but he still didn't have time to ask it out.

"Ah, Miss Tomie came just in time!" Tsurumaru stood up abruptly and said with a smile.A white robe exposed to the moonlight looks like a crane under the moon

Fu Jiang squinted at her, and snorted: "Don't say it like you're waiting for me. Didn't anyone tell me about your sneaky gathering here?" She raised her chin again: "Or... What are you discussing without me?"

Her guess was completely correct.

Of course Tsurumaru would not admit it, nor would he allow Tomie to stay here.The current situation is really too embarrassing, several sword strikes at the same time said that he is her lover, if Fu Jiang stays... I am afraid it will be difficult to face such a scene like a Shura field.

Of course, he wasn't worried that she wouldn't get used to it, he would try to fool her in order to help her out, and he didn't have any inexplicable emotions for Fu Jiang.

"The moonlight is beautiful today, do you want to watch the moon together?" Tsurumaru smiled slyly, talking nonsense seriously.If he pokes his head out of the window to look, he will find that today is not a full moon, and the moon is like a sickle, only the stars all over the sky seem to be brighter than usual.

How could Fu Jiang fail to see that he must just want to send her away, she squinted her eyes, but didn't get to the bottom of it - she has never been such a person, Fu Jiang has always advocated 'timely enjoyment', she does not No desire to control—except for emotional matters, I don't care about other people's opinions, and the only thing I value is my own feelings and experiences.

As long as Tsurumaru can bring her happiness, she doesn't mind at all.

"Remember to bring two plates of pastries, I'm hungry." She said haughtily.

"Okay, then you can wait for me by the big tree!" Tsurumaru said, and thoughtfully handed her the robe to avoid catching cold.

The reason why Tsurumaru wanted to send Tomie away was because he didn't want her to answer their questions.

It wasn't because he was afraid of hearing who Fu Jiang really chose, but simply...fearing that she would choose no one in the end, and after denying everything, it would completely break the hearts of those colleagues who were already in an unstable mental state.

There is a difference between a broken knife and a broken heart.

People like Fu Jiang will never take into account other people's feelings, so in such a situation of persecution, what they say will never be pleasant... let alone comfort.

"Mr. Crane, what are you doing?" Candlestick frowned, but did not show any disapproval.He is quite rational, and he also knows that it is not a wise choice to ask questions in this situation, and it is easy to overturn... Fortunately, he was not overwhelmed by emotions just now.

Tsurumaru didn't defend himself, but no one would misunderstand him. He walked briskly into the kitchen to warm up the pastry, left the sentence "you continue to discuss" and quickly fled the scene.

The current atmosphere is indeed not very pleasant.

After a while, Qing Guang sighed: "Let's leave now?"

All the blades were in a state of confusion, and they didn't have the mood to continue the discussion at this moment—after all, they spent so much time sneaking here in the middle of the night behind the backs of the God Judge and Fu Jiang to talk, they really didn't discuss anything. What kind of strength.

Is it necessary to shift the responsibility to someone before it is over?

This... is obviously not correct.

So what was the point of their discussion all night?In other words, what's the point of their meeting?

Rather than saying that it is for the good of the god judge, in the final analysis...don't you still hope that the god judge will return to its original appearance?

However, what the God-inspector looks like should not be controlled by them. Everyone has a different personality and will go to a different fork because of various things, and this should not be done by another—or a few people. Manipulative, not to mention they are just knives.Even if the judge becomes cold and insensitive, he is still a complete person with his own thoughts.

When the idea of ​​manipulating arises, it is the beginning of the fall.

For this point, Fu Jiang sees it more clearly. After all, she has seen more people and things, and lived longer-but what is the use of this?She wasn't going to interfere at all.She also doesn't intend to 'manipulate' at all.

After everyone left their seats with a heavy heart, only Yiqi Yizhen sat there for a long time without moving, staring absently at the empty table, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Brother Yiqi?" After hearing his younger brother calling his voice, Yiqi regained his composure, smiled and said, "It's getting late now, you must go to bed when you go back."

He still didn't move.

"Aren't Brother Yiqi leaving?"

He pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment, then said, "My legs are a little numb, and I'll stand up right away, you guys go first."

Little Short Knife didn't think too much, and left first, yawning.

Until everyone left, leaving him alone sitting there motionless.Half of the body seemed to have merged into the darkness, but the other half was still exposed to the soft moonlight, showing a lustrous luster.He lowered his eyes, his face was calm, and his heart was also a rare peace, blending with the quiet night.

It's not that his legs are really numb, he's just waiting.

Waiting for someone who... is unlikely to show up.

Yizheng seemed to have entered a very mysterious state. He closed his eyes and felt his expanded range of perception. He was almost unable to detect his own existence, and he felt as if he was everywhere.

Even Ms. Tomie's whispers seemed close to her ears.

He suddenly came back to his senses and opened his eyes suddenly.

It just so happened that the door was also opened at this time, and he finally saw the person he was thinking of.

"Why are you still sitting here?" Fu Jiang raised his eyebrows and asked suspiciously.

Yizhen smiled gently: "Why do you want to come back?"

"I..." Fu Jiang was at a loss for words for a while, but still found an excuse: "I'm not full, I want to come back and get some more food."

Yizhen was a little disappointed after hearing this answer, but he still stood up—because he had been sitting on his knees for too long, his legs were really a little numb now, he barely supported the table to stabilize his body, regardless of the strength of his legs With a numbness as fine as insect bites, he said calmly, "Then let me heat you up with enough food to fill you up."

He turned around, but couldn't restrain the smile that gradually rose from the corner of his mouth.

Tsurumaru also followed at this time, and yelled dissatisfiedly: "Ah! Ms. Tomie, just said that I ate half and didn't want to eat and wanted to go back to sleep, but unexpectedly came to the kitchen again. Are you disgusting me?"

Tomie didn't care about lying at all. She and Tsurumaru shared the same room, and the way back to the room should have been the same. Of course, Tsurumaru could have found out if she changed the way midway.

Fu Jiang glared at him, and said confidently: "The ones you took are not delicious at all!"

In fact, there are only a few kinds of ready-made pastries in the kitchen, but Tsurumaru took all of them—even if it was going to be reheated now, it could only be those kinds.If it is not delicious, I can only blame the pastry maker Mitsutada Candlestick.

But no one dared to offend the chef. They couldn't find faults in the raw materials, so they could only find faults in the heating method—to put it bluntly, they were finding faults.

Tsurumaru also knew it in his heart, puffed up his face and wanted to defend, but was interrupted by a shock.

Yiqi Yizhen poked his head out from the kitchen, his voice was gentle and magnetic, even if it was deliberately lowered, it was very pleasant, "Please lower your voice, my brothers should be going to sleep." Although he did not emphasize the subject, he His gaze was clearly directed at Tsurumaru.

This neighborhood is indeed where the knives of the Awataguchi Sect lived. Tsurumaru knew he was wrong, and stopped talking after touching his nose. Looking at Yiqi who was actively busy in the kitchen, he seemed to understand something, and it meant something. He narrowed his eyes inexplicably, lowered his voice and said, "Then I'll go back first."

There is no need to worry that it is not safe for Fu Jiang to go back alone at night-on the one hand, this is Honmaru, and it is impossible for outsiders to enter, and on the other hand...presumably she will not be allowed to come back alone after a while.

I really didn't expect that during the meeting, I didn't say a word, and I was very calm and rational before, and I actually...?

When did things start?

Well, you have thick eyebrows and big eyes, you are really hiding something deep.

What happened to this Honmaru blade...?Why is there no neutral faction like him except those who hate Fu Jiang and those who like him?he muttered.

Tsurumaru couldn't understand it, and finally fell asleep.

Yiqi Yizhen and Fu Jiang who stayed behind finally had time to be alone. After a peaceful and not awkward silence, Yiqi Yizhen whispered: "It's really nostalgic."

"Do you still... have an impression of me?" Yiqi Yizhen was even a little afraid to look at Fu Jiang's face, for fear of getting an answer that he didn't want and didn't want to hear: "We have seen it before, during the Warring States period."

If he was the only one who couldn't forget that memory...

Isn't it too sad?

The author has something to say: It’s so strange, I always become addicted to Zongyingmei when I write Zongmanga, and I am addicted to Zongmanga when writing Zongyingmei

(meditation)