Everyday ordinary of Miss Miura

When she woke up from a deep sleep, Miura Haru found herself lying on the tatami mat with a wide quilt covering her body. She took a few breaths and found that her breathing was smooth and her spirit was clear. She sat up and looked around around.

This is a large Japanese room, with freehand ink paintings hanging on the wall, and a moon-white ceramic long-necked vase in front of the paintings. The white flowers bloom in different directions, which is quite artistic.

Haru Miura glanced down at himself again, and he didn't know when someone had changed into a white bathrobe, the material was soft and skin-friendly, very comfortable.On one end of the tatami is a large hanger, and a cherry pink robe with large cherry blossoms printed on it is hung on it.

The door of the Japanese room was suddenly opened gently. Miura Haru was startled, and when he looked suddenly, he found that it was a girl in light gray sleeves, holding a tray in her hand, and saw that Miura Haru had woken up, soft and beautiful. A surprised smile appeared on his face:

"Miss, are you awake?"

"Excuse me?"

Miura Haru asked softly, secretly taking precautions without being noticed by the other party.

However, the girl didn't notice it, she came in with a tray, put the tray next to the couch, then sat down on one side, and began to fiddle with the tea set in the tray.

"My name is Luo Ye, and the leader specially asked me to come and take care of you."

The faint scent of tea permeated the room, Haru Miura took the cup of green tea from Wakaba's hand, and asked suspiciously:

"Master?"

"Yes, this is the Eternal Bliss Sect. When the leader passed by the market yesterday, he found that you were poisoned by snake venom. The leader was worried that you would lose your life, so he took you back to the Eternal Bliss Sect. I hope you I can recuperate well here."

Ruoye didn't doubt that he was there, and started to be slandered without any scheming.

However, Miura Haru was not happy at all when he heard it: people talk about people, ghosts talk nonsense, it seems that Tong Mo is not only the leader of the Twelve Ghost Moons, but also the mysterious leader of the Bliss Sect. Look at his tongue full of nonsense Not only the main business (winding) is long-sleeved and good at dancing, but the side business (leader) is also flourishing.

My God, what the hell is he talking about, snake venom?Thanks to him having the face to say, no, thanks to his willingness to say, is he admitting in disguise that he is as insidious and terrifying as a poisonous snake?

On the surface, there is no wave in the old well, but in his heart, Haru Miura has already complained about Tong Mo from inside to outside.

Suddenly there were footsteps outside the door again, and then the door was gently opened again. Tong Mo's carefree grimace appeared in front of Miura Haru. She looked classy, ​​and she didn't wear any hats on her head. Her golden hair gave off a layer of soft light under the corridor lamp.He couldn't leave his hand, and when his colorful eyes looked at Miura Haru, they bent slightly, as if smiling:

"Ah, you finally woke up, I'm very worried."

"Good evening, my lord."

Ruoye got up and respectfully saluted Tong Mo, while the sacred but friendly leader in her eyes closed his fan, nodded to her lightly and said:

"Bring the dinner here, I'll eat with Miss Xiaochun."

"Yes."

Luo Ye left the Japanese room respectfully, and closed the door gently.

At this time, Miura Haru watched Tong Mo leisurely walk to her couch, sat on the floor, and played a fan game again. She didn't know what kind of expression she should make at this time, although Tong Mo didn't eat. She even saved her, but he was the cause of her poisoning, the wool came from the sheep, and she couldn't convince herself to thank him.

Besides...she had cut off his head with Butterfly Kanae before.

Only the devil knows if Tong Mo will want to avenge the beheading.

Therefore, Tong Mo has been fanning in front of Miura Haru for a quarter of an hour, but the girl still has a flat expression, but her brows are slightly frowned.The fan-addicted teacher kept his innocent and beautiful smile, not feeling embarrassed at all, and seemed to enjoy the atmosphere of caring for each other.

It really is the harmony of "seeing a ghost".

Until Ruo Ye knocked on the door again, Jing came with several trays, set up wooden dining shelves, and placed delicate dinners on them one by one: exquisite and delicious pickles, eel rice bowl with full color and fragrance, and bright colors Chawanmushi, a bowl of steaming miso soup, and finally, a small piece of innovative Nagasaki cake that evolved from a local thing, which makes people feel their index fingers move when they look at it.

Luo Ye arranged the things and left quietly.

"..."

Miura Haru lowered his head and stared at the sumptuous dinner in front of him. Apart from his admiration for Tong Mo's extravagant life, he also analyzed from the dinner in front of him the strong financial resources owned by the Bliss Sect.You must know that in the Taisho era, there was a huge gap between the rich and the poor in Japan. Not to mention Japan, it was the same all over the world. The United States on the far side of the ocean also experienced the Great Depression and a stock market meltdown that had never been seen before.Then again, in fact, for thousands of years, the gap between the rich and the poor in Japan has never changed, and it was not until the middle of the twentieth century that the gap gradually narrowed.

Miura Haru, whose mind was gradually lax, stared at the eel rice, almost staring at the poor eel out of a flower.

What to do, I am hungry if I don’t eat, and I feel ashamed when I eat and bow to the evil forces.

Tong Mo still didn't speak, waving his fan and looking at Miura Haru casually, as if admiring her dilemma.

"Goo-"

Miura Haru's stomach finally made a sound of urging food, and the leader covered his mouth with a fan:

"puff--"

He just laughed out loud.

"You're kidding, haven't you seen a starving ghost?"

Miura Haru was thin-skinned, and said a word, and then, regardless of his reserve, he picked up the chopsticks and started to chop the rice.

"I am indeed a ghost, but I have seen very few starving ghosts."

Tong Mo removed the fan, bent his knees, rested his chin with one hand, looked at Miura Haru's earnest eating, and suddenly asked:

"Is it tasty?"

"..."

Miura Haru stopped the action of grilling the rice, his expression was tangled for a long time, but he nodded and admitted:

"good to eat."

"Hey, this is the great chef I specially hired with a lot of money. He was an imperial chef before, and he wanted to provide for the elderly after retirement, so I hired him."

Tong Mo's tone is brisk, his smile is childlike, and those colorful glazed eyes are always the most beautiful when they are smiling.

but...

At that time, when he waved his fan and used the vicious blood ghost technique on her and Kanae, he also had the same smile, carefree and natural childlike innocence.

Something seemed to have flashed across his mind, Miura Haru put down the bowl and chopsticks, turned his head, looked at his face seriously for the first time, his eyes stayed on his bright smile for a while, and then said softly:

"You... have no feelings."

"..."

The air in the room suddenly froze, Tong Mo's fan stopped swinging, and his smile seemed to be paused by the remote control.

Miura Haru didn't speak, and continued to eat her meal.

After a long time, Tong Mo sighed in his ears:

"Hey, did I learn it wrong?"

Harun Miura swallowed a piece of pickled radish, turned his eyes to Tong Mo's face again, and saw his colorful eyes dimmed, his beautiful lips curled down, his fan closed, and he leaned against his heart, bowed his head slightly, and looked long Her eyelashes are like the light wings of a cicada.

What a sad beauty picture.

However, the girl was unmoved, and said frankly:

"You've learned well, but your brows that don't move give you away. Such an expression is empathy. I'm afraid only ghosts believe you."

Very good, it feels like she has to put a ghost word every few sentences since she came to the Elysium of Bliss. The ghost word package, you deserve it.

"Eh?! Xiaochun, my wild rose, you are so smart! Indeed, only ghosts believe me every time!"

Tong Mo suddenly had a happy expression on his face, and opened his fan again to play around.

"Why do you call me Wild Rose?"

Miura Haru scooped up a spoonful of chawanmushi and put it into his mouth. The smooth and soft custard melted in his mouth, and the unique taste of eggs filled his mouth.

"Eh? Xiaochun doesn't like the nickname Wild Rose?"

Tong Mo pretended to be surprised, and then said in confusion:

"But... from the first time I met, I felt that you were like a wild rose covered with thorns."

Then he raised his head and thought:

"If Xiaochun doesn't like it, then I'll change it? Sayuri? Little Laurel? Little Tomato?"

"..."

Forget the first two... What the hell is Little Tomato?Do you want to call it little potato, little onion, or little taro?

Haru Miura thought expressionlessly, feeling desperate for Tong Mo's intellectual literacy as the ghost of Kamizuru.

"I figured it out!"

Tong Mo suddenly clapped his hands, his cheeks were dyed a light pink, he looked at Haru Miura, his colorful eyes sparkled with excitement, and his tone was also very cheerful, he said:

"Xiaochun, you look so happy and enjoy eating! You like eating so much, I will call you little rice bucket from now on!"

"..."

Small... bigot?

God... no, the "little rice bucket" of ghosts.

Haru Miura put down the spoon, let out a long breath, and then said:

"...Let's call it Wild Rose."

"Yeah! Good!"

Tong Mo replied with a smile. Although Miura Haru knew that this smile was fake, it was because she had spiritual sense and could perceive the real emotion of the other party. In fact, every emotion that Tong Mo displayed , can completely deceive the eyes of all ordinary people.

Miura Haru continued to eat her tea bowl steamed, while Tong Mo was still looking at her in a leisurely manner, and said abruptly:

"My wild rose, didn't you say that you felt sick to your stomach when I called out your name?"

"???"

Miura Haru looked at him suspiciously, only to see Tong Mo's head tilted, with a very bright smile:

"But why are you eating with so much relish now?"

"..."

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward, Haru Miura looked at the spoon in his hand, wondering whether to throw it at the bastard, or pretend he didn't hear and finish the soup?

It's a pity to throw away the spoon, let's eat the food first, and then sharpen the head.

Not to mention that Haru Miura did not encounter any embarrassment in the stronghold of the upper string ghost. At this time, everyone in the base camp of the ghost killing team was up all night. Both Hui's report and the confession filled with self-blame were silent.

In fact, it's not that everyone blames her, everyone is just shocked by the strength of Shangxian Ghost.

Just as Butterfly Kanae said, the Shangxian with colorful eyes, although I don’t know who he is, except for the cooperation between Miura Haru and Kanae with ease, even if his head is cut off, he will not die.

Ubuyashiki sighed softly:

"It seems that the Shangxian ghost is much stronger than the information summed up by the predecessors. It seems that the strength of the ghost has been continuously increasing in the past few hundred years."

No one spoke because it was a very serious problem.

After a while, Yashiki Yoya stood up slowly, and said in a gentle but dignified voice:

"My children, next, I will trouble you to strengthen your training and come up with a perfect plan to rescue our important member Miura Haru."

"Yes."

Everyone present bowed their heads and agreed in the same way, but Satu, who was sitting next to Shuizhu, lowered his head and gritted his teeth to restrain the trembling of his hands.

"Xiaochun..."

His savior was taken away by a ghost?

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'The king is like spring grass and green, you fall in love at first sight. "

——"Ancient and Modern Waka Collection"