How I was forced to be a boss

Under the shadows in the narrow space, the thing that attracts her thread is also the thing that draws her to it, so what is it?

After telling Abe Seimei about her discovery, Takehime, who couldn't give an accurate definition, sat on the porch thinking hard.

Recently, the headaches have become more and more serious. There are always some weird pictures flashing in Zhuji's mind. There are some familiar figures with invisible faces who seem to be saying something to her. Whenever this happens, she subconsciously takes She started to write something, but when the ink dripped onto the paper and smeared, and the whole paper was ruined, Zhuji still didn't know what she wanted to write.

"What is Your Highness Zhuji looking for?"

Although he still looked like he was sitting there quietly reading a book, Abe Seimei still noticed something.

Whenever Takehime looked at Abe Seimei, he could see more and more confusion in the little girl's eyes.

"I don't know, Qingming." Zhuji looked at the book in her hand without looking up.

"But I think, I probably don't like things that are too much out of my control."

"Especially about myself."

The blank past still troubles Takehime.The incompatibility with the world made her unable to settle down, so she tried her best to pursue her past in an attempt to make herself more aware of the world.

But he is also afraid of his own failure.

Zhuji knew the feeling of being unable to find what she wanted no matter how hard she tried, it would make people lose their minds, and even though the past was blank, she knew that she must hate herself for losing her mind.

His Highness Zhuji, she...

Looking at Zhuhime with an unchanged smile, even though it didn't show on the face, Seimei Abe's heart sank.

"His Highness Zhuji's troubles cannot be solved just sitting here."

Abe Seimei's voice interrupted Takehime's thinking, and she turned to look at the person leaning against the door.

"Why don't you go out with me, maybe you can solve your troubles?"

"Where are you going?"

Abe Seimei smiled but said nothing, just when Zhuji was about to ask another question in doubt, the figure of the female room appeared in the distance.

"Master Seimei, Mr. Sanjo is already waiting at the door."

Watching Abe Seimei nod her head, Takehime blinked and took Seimei's hand.

It was a well-known swordsmith, Sanjo Muneki.

"Master Seimei."

Seeing the two people coming out, the swordsmith stood there with a nervous expression on his face, and saluted Zhu Ji who couldn't name her.

"I can't get close to it, so I can only trouble Seimei-sama."

Seeing that the two seemed to be playing some riddles, Takehime cast a helpless glance at Abe Seimei.

After getting along for so long, she can be considered to understand some of the bad tastes of this great onmyoji.

When they arrived at their destination in a bumpy bullock cart, Zhuji's face turned pale.

"It's okay to ride an oboro cart, but it will look like this when you ride an ordinary bullock cart..." Seimei Abe laughed and said this pointingly.

……

Is Abe Seimei laughing at her?

The two of them followed the swordsmith to the door of a forging room, and Zhuji, who was far away, felt an aura, the aura of some kind of substance hidden under the sharp aura that seemed to be able to stab people.

It was still the feeling she was familiar with, so she looked up at Abe Seimei for confirmation, and got his affirmative look.

"I can't get any closer." The knife maker stood far away, looking a little distressed, and gave up the home court to a more professional person.

"Do you want to come over?" Before going over, Abe Seimei lowered his head to confirm with Takehime again.

Zhuji nodded without hesitation. ....

The fierce saber energy in the room spread out, as if it wanted to tear everyone who walked in.

However, the sharp sword breath could not cause any harm to the two of them. Pushing open the door, the sword on the knife holder immediately attracted Zhuji's attention.

"It's been a long time since we met again."

Accompanied by that man's deep voice, the image of a man with a crescent moon in his eyes appeared in his mind.

Subconsciously raised her hand and rubbed her forehead, Zhuji stepped forward to look at the sword, and when she realized it, she stretched out her hand and slid her fingers across the sword, as if she had done this many times before. .

"His Highness Zhuji is familiar with swords?"

Takehime recovered from that trance state, and when she heard Abe Seimei's question, she didn't know how to answer him for a moment.

"I don't know much about swords, but I seem to have owned them before."

In the end, he just gave an answer that he found difficult to explain.

However, Abe Seimei seemed to understand something, and his tone became complicated, "I see."

...?

What did Qingming understand?

After a moment of silence, Takehime, who decided to pretend that she didn't hear Seimei's words, focused her attention on the sword in front of her.

"It got out of control."

After carefully looking at it for a while, Zhuji gave such a judgment.

This kind of loss of control is just like those big and small incidents in Heian-kyo recently. A certain characteristic of a thing is infinitely magnified, causing loss of control and turning into chaos.

The resentment of female ghosts, the greed of little monsters, the rage of big monsters, the fear of gods, the sharpness of swords and so on.

"Zhuji, be careful!"

Before he noticed it, a lump of red veins like pulsating blood vessels and black mud floated up from the sword and rushed towards Zhuji.

Abe Seimei pulled Takehime to his side, and threw a piece of talisman paper over, forming a small barrier to enclose the two of them.

Zhuji stared straight at the thing that fell to the ground and was still surging, as if it had a consciousness of its own.

Seemingly seeing the failure of the action, under Zhuji's eyes, the seemingly flowing substance solidified for a moment, but in a moment, the thing seeped into the ground, making a sizzling sound for a while.

"Zhuhime, you..." Abe Qingming turned his head to check on Zhuji's situation, but his voice suddenly stopped.

All the emotional fluctuations on the still immature face of the little girl behind him faded away at this moment, and there was no emotion in the eyes staring at the place where the black mud disappeared, neither fear nor doubt.

The dark pupils are like a whirlpool that can attract people, and the only thing left in it is... scrutiny.

Zhuji stood there quietly, she looked no different from usual, but what she showed was an abnormality.

It was a state that would chill Abe Seimei's heart.

At this moment, Zhuji is neither like a god nor a human being, but more like some kind of existence that is closer to the original.

Thinking of what Takehime said before, Abe Seimei suddenly had a thought that even he was unwilling to admit its authenticity.

If the world is a box, all people live in the box.And if it is normal to look at the world and act as a person inside the box, Zhu Ji is more like an outside creature that accidentally fell into the box.

From an out-of-the-world perspective, she seems to be touching, probing, and touching the box itself.

Abe Seimei controlled herself not to look into Takehime's eyes, not to try to explore the world in her eyes, the thoughts in her mind twitched lightly with her fingers.

She can't be allowed to touch this box any longer.

Because the box itself is very fragile.

"Your Highness Takehime." Seeing Takehime who was withdrawn from that state and looked at him suspiciously, he was relieved when Abe Seimei didn't even notice, walked towards the sword with a smile, and took out a piece of talisman paper Wrap around the blade of the sword.

"Although the source is gone, the out-of-control sword still needs to be taken back and dealt with a little bit. Even if today's walk is over, is Zhuji in a better mood?"

Zhuji glanced at the scorching marks on the ground again, unexpectedly Abe Seimei slowly evoked a smile, she nodded affirmatively to him, "Well, I feel much better."

Abe Seimei paused in the steps towards the door, and then continued his actions.

His gentle and soft voice sounded in the room.

"That would be great, Your Highness Zhuji."

On the way back, Takehime always felt that Abe Seimei felt a little depressed.

After being silent for an unknown amount of time, Zhuji heard his slight voice as if talking to herself.

"What exactly are you?"

Takehime didn't understand why Abe Seimei asked such a question, but she always had extraordinary patience for such things, so she answered his question seriously again.

"Just an ordinary person."

"Bamboo Girl."

When he returned to Abe Seimei's courtyard, Yimulian was already waiting at the door, his gentle face full of helplessness.

"... Seimei said it!" Zhuji, who promised Yimulian not to run around, said with a guilty face.

Although she was telling the truth, Zhuji still felt guilty.

Probably because when facing people who care about her, Zhuji always has a feeling of sincerity that can't be compared to her. ....

It makes her feel guilty.

Yimulian stepped forward and held Zhuji's hand, "I'm not trying to restrict your movements." He explained softly.

"It's just that there has been an upsurge in peace capital recently, and the manipulator behind the scenes is still unknown. Given the complicated situation, I will inevitably worry about you."

As he spoke, he rubbed Zhuji's hair dotingly, "However, I feel relieved to have Master Qingming by your side."

"I'll be fine." Zhuji assured seriously.

When several people sat down in the room again, and the lady's room brought refreshments in front of them, they suddenly heard Zhuji's childish voice.

"About Heianjing..." Zhuji held the teacup in both hands, looked down at her face reflected in the tea, "It should be resolved quickly."

Yimu was stunned, "Zhuji?"

"What does His Highness Takehime want to do?" Abe Seimei asked.

"It's very simple, Seimei," Zhuji's tone sounded inexplicably earnest, "That thing hides everywhere in fear, but keeps disturbing Heianjing behind its back..."

"His eyes include me besides Heian-kyo."

Yimulian slightly widened his eyes.

The two focused their eyes on the seemingly small ball over there. Zhuji was sitting there, looking a little bored, flipping through the book at hand.

"However, it looks like it's afraid of me."

The author has something to say: 1 Sanriyue Zongjin is actually an important point that affects the ending of this book, one of

2 All the causes of this book have been established

感谢在2020-05-2107:20:27~2020-05-2202:43:44期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: 1 Riggs;

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