Onmyoji Love Curse Volume

There are still ten days left until the Arashiyama Red Leaf Festival.

Most of the leaves inside and outside the capital have turned red, with some light yellow and emerald green mixed in between. Looking at the past from a distance, they are clustered in clusters, like a gorgeous ocean.

The most beautiful season in Heian-kyo has come quietly.

Emperor Murakami also seemed to be in a good mood because of the beautiful scenery.At today's court meeting, in addition to explaining some preparations for the ceremony, he also proposed to hold a Waka Festival at the Red Leaf Festival.

This time the song will no longer use the form of group competition as before, but the singers will create according to the specified topic, and then sing in turn at the song meeting.

The title of the Waka has also been decided, which is - "A Love Song Related to Red Leaves".

Because it's just for fun, there is no limit to the number of participants and their identities. No matter whether they are civil and military officials or female officials in the harem, as long as they have works that meet the selected topics, they can show their poetic talents at the song meeting.

"How do you feel about it?" the Emperor sat behind the curtain and asked.

"As expected of His Majesty! It's such an elegant thing to be able to recite love songs in the mountains covered with red leaves." The minister on the right, Fujiwara Shisuke, immediately echoed.

"Exactly." The left minister Fujiwara Miyori also immediately said, "If you can use these love poems to make a good story, it will also be a merit of Your Majesty."

All the high-ranking officials nodded their approval one after another, and the song meeting was settled in this way.

Then, the yin and yang head of Yin Yang Liao came forward and reported to the emperor the taboos that need to be paid attention to on the day of the Red Leaf Festival.

Seimei sat with the other Onmyojis.

As a doctor of astronomy, he is also one of the accompanying officials of the Red Leaf Festival, but he has no interest in the matters discussed by the court.

Qingming raised his head slightly, looking at the back of the man in the black court dress in the hall.

Counting the days, he and Boya have not seen each other for more than ten days.

In fact, Boya was not completely silent. He would occasionally send someone to report, either because he was too busy with official duties, or because he felt a little sick and it was inconvenient to visit him.If the frequency is too many, even honey bugs can see that it is an excuse.

Boya was deliberately avoiding him.

Seimei was very sure of this, but he didn't know why.

The court meeting is still going on, and Yin Yang has finished his statement.

The emperor nodded slightly, and said: "Since that's the case, it's about time to start preparing for the festival. Someone needs to go to Arashiyama to make arrangements first..."

"Your Majesty, my minister is willing to go!" As soon as the Emperor's words fell, someone shouted.

Everyone cast surprised glances at the man, including Seimei.

Because, the person who shouted is Boya.

Among the courtiers, there are several candidates who can arrange the ceremony, and Boya is indeed one of them, but this is not a good job that needs to be fought for. It is nothing more than going to the mountain to blow the cold wind a few days in advance. Boya is like this The positive attitude of being determined to win is a bit strange.

"Well, then let Boya go."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Boya kowtowed to express his gratitude, and seemed completely indifferent to the gazes around him, nor did he see Qingming's slightly frowning brows behind him.

After going to court, Qingming wanted to ask Boya what happened, but was told that Boya had already gone back.

The ministers who saw this scene couldn't help whispering: "It's really strange, Mr. Boya and Abe Seimei have always been inseparable, why didn't they even say hello today?"

"I also heard that Mr. Boya hasn't been to Qingming Mansion for a long time."

"Oh? What's the reason?"

"If you want me to say, it's because I've been with Qingming all day long and I'm afraid when I see those strange things together? Sure enough, it's better to have less contact with onmyojis and so on."

"Who knows, maybe I'm just bored."

Those ministers talked to each other and made unpleasant giggles from time to time.

Qingming heard everything in her ears and didn't intend to pay attention to it, let alone think these guesses were true.But regarding Boya's abnormal attitude, he still had no idea, and he was very worried.

On the other hand, Boya, who had just returned to the mansion, had already packed up and embarked on the journey to Arashiyama with the necessary entourage and supplies.

This is not because of the urgency of his task, but because he really can't stay in Heianjing for a moment.

Ever since he realized what kind of feelings he had for Qingming, Boya's heart was like a boat sailing in a storm, and could no longer be at peace.

He finally understands why he always lingers in Qingming's mansion; why he covets the temperature of Qingming's fingertips when he hands over wine; why he is so sad and afraid when Qingming is injured.

He didn't know when this feeling started, he only knew that when he woke up, it had penetrated deep into his bone marrow, and he couldn't get rid of it.

Boya is not a person who is good at expressing feelings, and when the object becomes Qingming, which is relative day and night, this yearning is even more difficult to express.

He couldn't be sure whether Seimei had the same thoughts.

If she reveals her feelings hastily, it may only cause Qingming's troubles.

In that case, would they still be able to drink and talk on the porch without any qualms like before?

I remember Daoman once said to Qingming: "Qingming, people like us live in this world, just to have fun."

Perhaps, for an onmyoji like Qingming who is well versed in the principles of heaven and earth, his thoughts are just as insignificant as autumn insects.

But even if Qingming didn't mind, Boya couldn't continue to treat Qingming like before while harboring such thoughts, as if nothing had happened.

He can't do it, and he can't stand himself like that.

For Boya, if the confession fails, it means that he will not be able to see Qingming again, and if that happens, it will be a thousand times more painful than it is now.

He didn't dare to gamble on that possibility.

However, Boya wanted to see Qingming very much, desperately.

Since they met each other, the little things they got along with each other, Qingming's words and deeds, every frown and smile, always popped up in Boya's mind from time to time, even to the point that it kept him awake at night.

On the one hand, I don't know how to face it, and I dare not see it; on the other hand, I am suffering from lovesickness, and I want to see it too much.

Boya felt that he had stepped into a maze with no exit, and he was about to be driven mad by this maze.

Before going to Tiangui City, Qingming once said: "Love is a curse, which pierces the bones and eats the heart. Even if it makes people suffer and toss and turn, people who are under the curse are often unwilling to undo it. Therefore, no matter how clever an onmyoji Helpless."

It was originally about Mr. Pingshi, but now Boya finally got a taste of it.

It's just that in Pingshi, he finally got married with A-Chan's lover, but the future of his longing is still uncertain.

Looking up today, Boya knew that Qingming was behind him, but he didn't dare to look back at him as before, for fear that if he looked at him one more time, all his hard work and depression these days would be wiped out.

And when His Majesty asked for someone to go to Lanshan, he immediately volunteered.This is not out of loyalty to His Majesty, but just a little selfishness——

He wanted to escape from this Heianjing, from the choice he had to make.

It was already evening when they arrived at Arashiyama. Boya and his team planned to stay overnight in the temple on the mountain and start work the next day.

After nightfall, everyone fell into a deep sleep, but Boya still couldn't fall asleep. He planned to relax on the hillside behind the temple.

The moonlight is particularly bright tonight, illuminating the entire hillside as if it were daytime.

Boya remembered that he and Qingming had toasted and drank countless times on moonlit nights like this, and got drunk.

But now I am standing here alone, feeling the scene.

The time I used to take for granted now seems to have become an unattainable dream, and I don’t know if I can go back.

His heart began to feel depressed again.

A breeze blew past, rustling the leaves on the trees.

Boya suddenly had the urge to play the flute.

"If no one can confide this affection, why not let it be placed in the sound of the flute and conveyed to this world."

Boya took out Ye Er from his bosom, and put it close to his lips.

Every scene since meeting Qingming jumped into Boya's mind one after another, turning into the sound of a flute flowing out from his fingertips, and spreading around by the wind.

This is not any known piece of music in the world, but a casual piece played by Boya with his heart and heart.

By playing the flute, Boya entered a state of ecstasy, as if he had merged with this quiet world, and his bitter mood was relieved a lot.

However, the performance also had some unexpected effects.

Boya felt that something was approaching, but he couldn't see it.

That should be a ghost like the mountain goblin.

The same thing happened to him a few times in the past when he was playing on the mountain.He was terrified the first few times, but he got used to it, because most of them were harmless.

Sure enough, the thing stopped not far from Boya, quietly waiting for Boya to finish playing.

"Hey... I didn't expect that I could hear this performance like fairy music here..."

The thing sighed.

Boya heard it clearly, but looked around, but still couldn't see the figure of the ghost.

"Hehe, you don't need to look for Mr. Boya. I'm just a ghost attracted by your flute sound, so I won't show up to disturb you."

"You... know my name?"

"I once heard from the ghost of Luocheng Gate that there is a Master Yuan Boya in Ping'an Capital, whose flute skills are so extraordinary that even the ghosts of the world can be moved by him, it must be you." The voice said, "And, the leaf in your hand Second, I know it too."

Boya glanced at Ye Er, seeming a little embarrassed.

"It's just that when I heard Lord Boya's flute just now, I seemed to be full of worry?"

"I... just recently found out that I like someone, but I don't know whether I should show my heart to him..."

Maybe it was because he had suppressed it for too long, or maybe it was because the other party heard the true meaning of his flute, but Boya actually regarded the strange ghost as a bosom friend and confided.

"And... these words, I really can't say them in front of him..."

"This is easy to handle." The ghost said, "If you can't tell it face to face, why don't you express your feelings through waka?"

"Waka?"

The elegant nobles in Beijing often give waka to each other to express their affection for the person they like, but it is usually only between men and women, and it is quite rare for men to give waka to each other.

Besides, for Boya, there is another problem.

"To be honest, although I can interpret waka, I really don't know anything about Zuo waka..."

"Haha, it's not difficult. Tonight, I will hear Lord Boya's wonderful flute sound. This should be my little reward."

A gust of wind blew by, and a red leaf suddenly fell from the tree nearby, and landed firmly in Boya's hands.

Boya took advantage of the moonlight to look carefully, only to see two lines of small characters gradually appearing on the red leaf, which turned out to be a waka.

Frost leaves stained the ground and the moon is full of branches

Acacia across the face you don't know

These words were not written with pen and ink, but as if they were engraved on the leaves and could not be erased.

And this waka also accurately expressed Boya's thoughts at the moment, which shocked him unceasingly.

"This waka is the meaning contained in Mr. Boya's flute just now. Therefore, this song is composed by Mr. Boya." The ghost laughed, "But whether you want to give it to that person is up to Mr. Boya himself choice."

After the ghost said this sentence, it seemed to disappear, and it could no longer perceive its breath.

Boya stared blankly at the red leaves in his hands, and stood under the moonlit night for a long time.

(To be continued)