[Death · Bailu] Flower Story

After Bai Zai had healed the wound, he closed the painted crane and Liuyun screen by his side and walked out from the inner room. The wind chimes rang by the summer wind were swaying with the curtains hanging under the eaves.

Looking at Rukia who was kneeling on the corridor and raising her head to show a smile to herself, the head of the Kuchiki family who was standing with his hands behind his back outside the sliding door only felt a sense of powerlessness in defeat.

"If you don't want to go back, it's okay to take a rest here in Nanyuan." The wise and mighty Patriarch was still trying to win back the city through his venomous tongue, but this wish seemed to be in vain.

The petite girl leaned over and bowed upright, "Lukia will go back soon, please have a good rest." The smile on her face when she got up was as bright as the camellias blooming in Nanyuan at this time.

Bai Zai didn't say anything else, just watched Lukia stand up quietly and turn the corner with small steps that perfectly fit the manner of a noble lady, then turned around and narrowed the corners of her eyes slightly, and looked at the pair who appeared inexplicably. At the corner of the eaves, white porcelain painted platycodon and wind chimes are turning around.

Then he felt the little girl's slightly fluctuating spiritual pressure and the sound of "boom" behind the corner when she left with Shunpo.

After all, he was still a child.

The Patriarch who returned to the dormitory did not "take a good rest" as he had promised to his adopted sister, but returned to the desk very naturally, and spoke for a while to the original-color wooden box that was placed in the corner of the desk. Dazed, he slowly opened the lid of the box and took out the stack of thin cherry-colored Chiyo paper, and the other hand was already habitually holding the brush.

After returning to Seireitei the night before, Bai Zai did not follow the Reiatsu to find Rukia's location directly, but by a strange coincidence, he ended up in the courtyard where Rukia lived halfway.

I don't care to think about what kind of commotion might be caused if the servants passing by the house bumped into my master and entered over the wall. The master who still smelled of gunpowder is just like a mischievous young man on a midsummer night. The half-closed sliding door was pushed open amidst the chirping of cicadas.

However, what greeted him was not the surprised smiling face of the girl by the candlelight, but the emptiness and desolation of the room.

This made Patriarch Kuchiki, who had been busy for several days and had just finished fighting, feel a bit maladjusted.

So when he saw the lonely but very "entrusted" wooden box on the table next to the wall that was left in the room that was once a little messy but now empty, he put the twist in Rukia's heart. Wanwan made another guess.

This made Patriarch Kuchiki, who had guessed the enemy's plot and tricks just now, now trying to guess the little girl's mind, feel even more uncomfortable.

At this time, the Patriarch of the Deadwood, who finally had time to see what the girl had written, was placed on the top list of people going to the royal court. The empty "Rottenwood White" on the first line Zai" was so provocative that he almost threw away the jade pen barrel in his hand.

"Brother, do you want Rukia to stay in the Deadwood House?" At that time, Rukia's stubborn but trembling voice echoed in her ears.

"Ding Ding-"

"Ding--"

After the Muhua Festival, the heat of midsummer became less and less day by day.

And in this thick summer that is not much left, the two wind chimes, one high and one low hanging on the corner of the eaves, still bring the coolness as before.

Bai Zai put down the stack of Chidai papers that he had read several times and raised his hand to press the center of his brows, reluctantly admitting that he didn't need to make many changes to these plans.

Except for the extra "Kuchiki Rukia" after the word "Kuchiki Byakuya".

Since when did the feelings for this girl start to change?

The owner of the Kuchiki family, who has always been very insightful and has a deep understanding of everything around him, stared at the stack of beautifully colored Chiyo paper in front of him and thought for a long time, but unexpectedly found that he could not answer this question.

Was it the moment when she subconsciously handed the grilled octopus to herself when the sky was full of fireworks, or the moment when she smiled and opened her eyes in the midsummer smoky wind, or the moment when she was unconscious in the fourth team dormitory and held herself tightly in her dreams? The moment of hand?

Or earlier, so early that before he was aware of it, this girl's every frown and smile had been injected into his heart bit by bit.

This child's light is so dazzling, even if he is as strong as Bai Zai, the decades-long stare is enough to burn his eyes, until he realizes it, he has already lost his heart.

But he felt that he was happy.

So at this moment, even if he guessed Rukia's intention to leave the Deadwood Mansion, in order to keep this dazzling light in the future, what else can he do except try his best to keep her safe.

The hell butterflies flying over interrupted the rare time that the Kuchiki Patriarch was not doing business. Immediately afterwards, the urgent summoning order of the head of the Jingle echoed in the quiet bedroom. After the golden thread tassel on the neckline, he picked up the thousand cherry noodles on the knife holder and left like sinking water.

"...Your Highness, your order has been executed, and the ruling from Room 46 of the Central Committee will be issued today."

In the dark Japanese room, the huge purple spirit stone is constantly rotating, and the strange and gorgeous purple light reflects the two people kneeling opposite each other in the room, making it darker and weirder.As a figure wrapped in a black ninja suit and almost completely hidden in the darkness suddenly appeared, the cold atmosphere in the room became subtle in an instant.

"Hmm~ This time, it's enough for the dogs of the [-]th Guarding Team to be busy for a while." A soft voice sounded, and the feminine man called "Your Highness" picked up a dry lotus pod in his hand and picked it up. The red lips on one side showed a meaningful smile.

"Wang Ting's side... How are you going to deal with the disappearance of His Highness Lingwang?" After the previous ninjas disappeared, one of them hesitated for a while before expressing the question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.

"...that Little Spirit King, other than running to find his cronies, where else could he be making a fuss?"

With a "pop", the slender fingertips easily split the withered lotus pod into two, "Tsk, what a pity... Wang Ting has always been a good place that is easy to get out and hard to get in. You can leave without making a sound. I'm afraid...it won't be easy if I want to come back."

"So... the Kuchiki family..."

"...That person is still useful. He knows too much," the smile on the corner of his lips became brighter, but the man's complexion became paler, as if covered by a layer of purple light. Mask, "There are so many things, so I have to ask him to help us do it..."

"...Your Highness is really clever. You let him see that scroll, but he didn't want to. In the end, I'm afraid he won't be able to let it go for nothing." The man saluted deeply.

"Hehehehe... Naturally, willingness is actually the best."

The gentle and elegant boy who sang in the drizzle that year, and the first meeting at the end of the corridor, the laughter and frolicking after the long corridor, followed by the bright sun until dusk.The sunlight in the small courtyard disappeared, and the laughter disappeared, leaving only the young man sitting on the railing, holding Nadeshiko in his hand, laughing until he wept.Then the picture seemed to be gradually wetted by rain and fog, and finally blurred into a blur, washed away by the increasing rain.

The man sitting upright got up and walked towards the constantly rotating amethyst. His pale complexion and gorgeous red lips made him look like a delicate doll. He turned around and stretched out his hand as if wanting to touch the surface of the amethyst, and finally But withdrew his hand and closed his eyes.

So no one saw it, the corners of his eyes were gradually smudged with spreading black

"Go back to your place first, remember when the magic circle activates, I will call you again when necessary." The voice of the puppet doll is very soft, so ethereal that it seems that it can disappear after exhaling.

The person on the opposite side got up and saluted. When he disappeared, his black robe was rolled up, and the corner of his purple clothes flashed past.

"Lukia, just now there was a large-scale explosion and riot in Xudao, did you know that the captains of the [-]th Guarding Team have assembled urgently?"

"Lukia, the hidden guard came to report that there was turmoil in the space around the royal court. I must rush back immediately. Do you want to go with me?"

"Clatter——" The sliding door seemed to be pushed open by an urgent sound rather than an arm.

Did it come so fast?

Fortunately, I said goodbye to him before.

Rukia, dressed in a deadly costume and holding Shirayuki by her sleeves, got up and ran towards the three figures who appeared at the door, "Ichigo, you go back to the royal court by the original route, and I will meet you after I go to Xudao, Osho Here," Rukia raised the dazzling omamori in her hand like Ichigo, then turned her head to catch the black cloak thrown by Kisuke Urahara and pinched it, "Thank you, manager-san."

"Lukia, hurry up, the detention order for Central Room 46 is already on the way, and the secret mobile unit may be dispatched later." A black shadow flashed by, and Ye Yi's voice reached his ears, "I Shunpo is faster than them, and it can only take a while, don't say too much, anyway, there is nothing good in Room 46, we are here, let's go." The cat-shaped Yeyi squatted on Urahara's shoulder and waved his paws. Zhongman is full of anxiety.

The detention order in Central Room 46...

Detain... Me? !

"Ichigo, don't forget that Rukia asked you to ask, maybe it's time now. Please." No more asking or explaining, Rukia quickly put on the cloak and bowed deeply to everyone." Ichigo, Lord Ruri, please take care. Thank you, Lord Yoruichi, Urahara-san."

In the quiet courtyard, three figures are flying away in different directions. At the same time, Bai Zai and Renji are leading the sixth division and several other divisions to rush to Xudiao. Kuchiki Rukia's ruling, and at that time the secret maneuver had already surrounded Kuchiki Motonaku.

"Captain! How could Rukia..." Shocked, Renji forgot how to react for a moment.

"...Calm down, Renji."

"How can I calm down! It's like ten years ago, do you want her to have another double murder?!"

"Lenji. The twins have been destroyed by His Royal Highness Lingwang." Patriarch Kuchiki's face remained unchanged, but his hands were tightly clenched in the sleeves.

Overnight, the situation was treacherous.

——Lukia, whenever I want to protect you from all uneasiness and danger, fate always stands in the way.

——Brother, whenever I muster up the courage to get even a little closer to you, I always have the strength to push me farther away.

Like a lonely boat in a torrent, any struggle will only speed up its fate of overturning.

Even so, I still want to hold your hand.

——"Brother, can you not go too far?"

——"The Deadwood House is your home, and I will be by your side."

Hanasa Monogatari

Nineteen, lonely boat

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The author has something to say: See how the bear kid Lulu gets mad at her wise and powerful sister-in-law~~~~! !By the way, Dabai finally couldn't bear to admit it, Sahua~~~ So A Zong's stepmother had no choice but to separate the two of you. . . . (A Zong: This is called Xiao Bie Sheng Newly Married ~~ People: Don’t always be small, okay?! A Zong: Dear, how can there be a plot if you are not Xiao Bie?! Other characters will have opinions!! People: Don’t do it for you The low-level writing makes excuses!!) In fact, the above-mentioned small theater is A Zong’s inner struggle when writing this chapter...so it’s still like this~~