Everyday ordinary of Miss Miura

In the Honmaru, Tong Mo with pale blond hair was still sitting in the big room wearing a moon-white teaching robe embroidered with dark patterns of gold thread, letting a group of swordsmen around him look at him, he always maintained a gentle face expression.Of course, he only looked calm and breezy on the surface, but in fact he was flustered: Although Haru Miura told him about Honmaru's situation, he was fully prepared to face the scene of a large group of fusangshen, but... .He looked around and smiled wryly:

His wild rose has never revealed that her family is a large group of Token Fusangshin.As a ghost, Tong Mo is still Shangxian Er. Recently, because of sharing with Miura Harun's body, the factors in his body have also changed. Not only is he closer to ghosts and gods, but he has gradually developed a sensitivity to spiritual power like Miura Harun.

So as soon as he entered Daguangjian, he could perceive that every sword Fusangshen here is very powerful, and they have all experienced battlefield fighting. They are completely different from the group of so-called battlefield machines made by Wu Mi. Fu Sangshen not only has the unique sharp murderous aura of weapons, but also has much higher combat experience than the Ghost Killing Team. It can be said that every sword Fu Sangshen here can be compared with the two Ji Guo brothers.

Tong Mo is a ghost who knows the current affairs very well. In the case of differences in strength, he behaves very well-behaved and pure, with just the right smile on his face.

After a while, the whispers between Fu Sangshen finally ended, the Daguang Room resumed its usual lively, and the swordsmen began to exchange greetings with Tong Mo.

"Are you the friend Ji Jun brought back from the Taisho period?"

Cheerful Ranto Shiro approached Tong Mo and asked, his blue eyes sparkling with curiosity:

"I heard from Ji Jun that you are a ghost, aren't you?"

"..."

Tong Mo didn't quite understand how Harun Miura described his situation to the swordsmen, so he just nodded in response:

"Yes."

"Is it like this? But your body..."

Ranto Shiro blinked, with a meaningful smile:

"You have Ji Jun's aura on your body, are you a partner with Ji Jun?"

"A bond? A partner?"

When asked such a question out of the blue, Tong Mo was a little puzzled, but he knew one thing very well, that is, he had Miura Haru's divinity in him, so Ranto Shiro mistaken him for Miura Haru's bond partner.

Speaking of partners... Tong Mo's eyes flashed with deep thought: Ranto Shiro's doubts reminded him that he felt it was necessary for him to clarify their relationship with his wild rose.The word "partner" sounded nice to his ear, so he needed to fight for it.

"That... Your Highness Tong Mo... right?"

A soft and waxy voice sounded from the side, and Tong Mo bowed his head, only to realize that it was a little boy with pink hair looking at him with beautiful eyes that gradually faded into blue.Seeing him looking over, the boy seemed a little shy, then summoned up his courage and said to him:

"His Highness Tong Mo's eyes are so beautiful, like a rainbow."

Everyone likes to hear nice words, and Tong Mo is the same. He lowered his head, looked at the little boy's exquisite facial features, smiled, and asked softly:

"Thank you, what's your name?"

The little boy smiled shyly:

"My name is Akita Toshiro, and I am Ji-kun's saber now."

When he mentioned the word "saber", he straightened up his body and seemed very proud. Tong Mo almost couldn't help laughing, but he still catered to him:

"Akita-kun is really powerful. You are already Xiaochun's saber. You must have something extraordinary to become her saber."

Tong Mo doesn't underestimate every swordsman here. Just because he doesn't enter the world doesn't mean he doesn't know anything. In fact, he even knows that almost all the swordsmen present are older than him, except for a few Some sword men, so he will not smile at a child-like short sword like Akita Toshiro.

Akita Fujishiro was very happy to receive his praise, his blue eyes narrowed slightly:

"It's just a coincidence that I became Ji Jun's saber, but I will work hard and move towards the goal of becoming an excellent saber."

"Looking forward to your growth."

It was the first time for Tong Mo to hear such a vigorous declaration in person, and he found it very interesting, so he followed Akita Fujishiro's words and encouraged him.

And Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who had been observing the interaction between Tongmo and the Honmaru swords, breathed a sigh of relief, and quietly walked out the door. He leaned against the pillar and said lightly:

"The big one ran with the ball without saying a word, and the young one brought people back without saying a word. In the end, only the middle one remained who followed the rules, or we taught it ourselves. In the end, is our protagonist too radical or we are too conservative? "

"Your Majesty Higakiri speaks too seriously."

Tsurumaru said lightly:

"The matter is not as serious as you said. There is no need to go online here. If you really have an opinion, why don't you just go and raise it with Qiusui?"

Every once in a while, I have to listen to the needles hidden in the mustache cutting cotton, and Tsurumaru Kunei gets tired after a lot of times.

"Hmph, do you think she'll meet me?"

Genji Shigeho with milky white hair snorted softly, and Tsurumaru shook his head:

"To be honest, as long as you don't look bitter and bitter every time you see Qiusui, you won't be rejected by her all the time."

"Easy to say..."

Mustache lowered his head and muttered to himself.

Tsurumaru Kuni never sees Higakiri complaining about himself here again, and still persuades him to come here out of a colleague's affection:

"It's not that I said, don't worry about so many old things. Ji Jun is now staying for Chunzi. This is the best time to tell your thoughts. Although Ji Jun's partner is also there, but with your personality, when Things like him being air must be trivial to you. You should also reconcile with Ji Jun, after all, you will be busy soon."

Tsurumaru Kuniyong meant something.

After hearing this, Mustache didn't answer, but bowed his head and pondered.

On the other side, Miura Haru stood in front of Akiho with his hands down, with a calm expression.Her grandma just got angry because she brought back an anomaly, but for some reason, the red-haired land god suddenly calmed down again, and seemed to accept this reality again.She looked at her granddaughter carefully, and saw that although the child was nervous, but his eyes were firm, she knew that she had lost this time. After a long while, she sighed:

"You are worthy of being my offspring, and you carry my shadow in every move you make. Indeed, I am also an anomaly. I have done many things like this, and I have no position to criticize you. Since you and I both If you are such a willful person, then the odd number you brought back is nothing compared to what happened to me in the past."

Qiu Sui smiled wryly, then restrained her expression, and finally asked her solemnly:

"I won't pursue your responsibility for bringing him back. I just ask one question. At such a juncture, in what capacity did you bring him back?"

"The identity of a friend."

Miura Haru replied.

"A friend?"

Qiusui pondered for a while, then suddenly showed a meaningful smile:

"I have reservations about this. You have always been slow and insensitive to emotional matters. You should think about it yourself."

After she finished speaking, she saw Miura Haru bowing her head as if thinking about something, and felt a little relieved:

"Okay, I know everything. I believe you are also very clear about what we have to face next. You can go back and explain it to that Tong Mo. Although he came back with you voluntarily, you can't be deceived." People, we have to explain clearly what is going on with us."

"He knows it all, Granny."

Haru Miura said in a low voice:

"Before I came back, I told him what we were going to face, but...he came back with me very firmly."

"yes..."

Qiusui looked at her granddaughter's purple eyes, was silent for a while, then smiled, she looked out the door, and suddenly said:

"Do you think he will be waiting for you outside now?"

"The granddaughter doesn't know."

Miura Haru followed his grandmother's gaze and looked at the door behind him, and said not very sure:

"He's always been a fun-loving guy, maybe he's playing around with other people right now."

When Qiusui heard it, he was happy:

"Are you so unconfident? He came here for you. No matter what, he will definitely want my approval."

Akiho stretched out his hand to catch the shallow handle on the door, and said to Miura Haru with a smile:

"I guess, he should be waiting outside the door, feeling a little uneasy, expecting you to come out with anticipation and trepidation."

The land god restrained her expression, and her posture was sacred and inviolable. Suddenly, she slowly opened the curtain door, and as the door was opened outwards at a uniform speed, Haru Miura saw the leader, who was dressed in white and had a beautiful face. Facing their direction in the courtyard, the smile is more charming than the moonlight, making all the flowers in the garden ashamed.

"he......."

Miura Harun stared at Tong Mo in a daze, the warmth in his heart was constantly amplified, and he scrambled to break through the gate.

Qiusui quietly looked at her granddaughter's expression of losing her composure, and said after a long while:

"I originally thought that if you took my place, you would be lonely if you had no one to accompany you. Later, Gang Ji appeared, and you liked him very much at first. I thought that would be fine, at least you would not be lonely anymore. But who would have thought that after a long time, you have already regarded him as a relative, and you are no longer happy or moved, I thought you were going to become a person again."

Miura Haru listened quietly to her grandmother's innermost feelings, without saying a word or saying a word.

Qiusui looked at the handsome figure again, and sighed secretly, but he didn't show it on his face:

"Looking at it now, it's just that you are too young to do anything, and you haven't met someone you really like. Although I don't really want you to get along with someone who has karma, but seeing that he is here for you wholeheartedly, those who are not willing to let go gone."

Qiu Sui led Miura Haru out of the door, and gently pushed her from behind:

"People are here, you should give a name, just like your grandfather, since he found me, I am willing to respond to him."

"I......"

Haru Miura was shocked by "Fame" once, and her face was surprised, but her grandmother had already closed the door behind her back and ended the conversation with her.

"..."

The young witch looked at the leader under the moon and walked down the corridor gently.Tong Mo watched her walking towards him step by step, and couldn't help but think of the moonlit night when they passed through the crowd together during the Taisho period, so he smiled, and stretched out his hand to her, and when the witch was about to touch him, he Take this step and hold her hand precisely.

"Xiaochun, my wild rose."

He looked at her, his colorful eyes shone with a different brilliance than before.

"I am pleased with you."

He gently took her into his arms, and the clear lotus fragrance lingered at the tip of her nose.

His hands are so warm.

Thinking this way, she didn't refuse the hug.

"how about you?"

Tong Mo didn't hear her answer, and was a little anxious.

"I..."

Miura Haru was silent for a while, then smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth:

"You're so smart, you might as well guess."

"Xiaochun is playing tricks on me, so I don't guess."

Tong Mo gently stroked the top of Miura Haru's hair, with a brisk tone:

"I don't care, I just treat me like you."

He smiled like a sneaky cat.

What a fool.

Miura Haru thought silently, and still didn't speak, letting the other party happily continue playing with his hair.

The answer Tong Mo wanted to hear, she wouldn't give in to him so easily.

She thought, the future will last forever.

"Chunxin will not let the flowers compete for hair, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray." '

——Li Shangyin