I don't want to be a princess

The happy time of a picnic like this is always short-lived, and after just one day, everyone resumed their posts.

In order to avoid boredom, Yuanzi took over the paperwork that she had handed over to Asakusa Sen and Guimu Guima for reviewing by herself.Although it sometimes feels painful, there are two people around me who can communicate with each other to review the documents together at any time, which makes her feel better.

"Winter Festival...?" Yuanzi held a scroll and blinked at the words on it.

As soon as Guimu Guima heard the name he wanted to be pronounced, he immediately walked out from behind the desk.

"This is a ceremony specially proposed to pray for the people of the Snow Country in a better way. I have been free these days, and I have looked up some information from previous years. Every winter and spring, you will go to the farming villages for their Praying for blessings in the fields is actually using one's own power to make their crops grow better."

Yuanzi nodded, not thinking about what he meant by 'free these days'.

"That's right. There are already rules and regulations for this. Why did you propose the Winter Festival?"

"Of course it is to let the people of Snow Country feel your power better." Guimu Guima is well aware of the importance of people's power, he said: "Of course the method is similar to previous years, but in form I joined In recent years, more and more Shinobi clans have joined the Snow Country, but their sense of belonging and country may not be that high."

"The Winter Festival can not only increase your reputation, but also increase your belief among the people."

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When Guimu Guima said this, it seemed that he was not talking about an important matter of the country, but a strange feudal superstition.

After the long talk, he took a sip of tea.

"In short, it is the God-making plan."

Yuanzi pointed to herself, "That 'God', are you talking about me?"

Guimu Guima asked back: "Otherwise?"

Yuanzi only felt that six clear dots appeared on her head, and her whole body was filled with embarrassment, "This...isn't that good. God-making or something..."

"Of course it's not to tell them that you are a god, but to create this kind of atmosphere for them, so that they think that you are the god of the snow country from the bottom of their hearts. If you don't exist, the snow country will no longer exist. Guimu Guima said seriously: "In fact, some of the nobles have combined with foreign ninja groups. Some time ago, the one with the surname Sada married one of his daughters..."

Finally, under the persuasion of Guimu Guima, Yuanzi agreed.

But agreeing to agree, Yuanzi still didn't expect that Guimu Guima would move out of the "witch" thing.Not only were the clothes exaggerated, but there were also people throwing flowers and ringing bells along the road, and Yuanzi herself stood on the high-lifted sedan chair, looking at the front with a blank expression.

Guimu Guima, you are really good.

She held back the chill in her body. Although this dress was made of warm materials to make it look elegant and beautiful, it still made people shiver in such a sedan chair with air leakage on all sides and only decorated with tulle.Just in order not to show timidity in front of everyone, Yuanzi could only straighten her back even more.

But today's weather doesn't seem to intend to give Yuanzi face, it has already started to snow.

The falling white snow, the noble maiden with a dignified look, the bells ringing everywhere, and the petals falling from nowhere...

Sesshomaru sat on the eaves in the distance, watching the scene quietly, his long silver hair blowing away with the wind.

Guimu Guima did plan a great winter festival.

The people of Snow Country knelt down one by one, for this scene, for themselves.

The Winter Festival lasted for two days, and the final destination was the 'Holy Land' in the Snow Country, which was also the habitat of the Asakusa Clan.

"Ah Chick!" Yuanzi sniffed in snow fox fur.

Guimu Guima is instructing the maid to boil the decoction to dispel the cold. He was indeed negligent in keeping warm, and now he can only hope that Yuanzi's physique can resist it, otherwise it will be troublesome if she gets sick.

"Do you feel okay?" He knelt down beside Yuanzi worriedly.

"...you try wearing that dress to blow the snow of the day." Yuanzi wrapped her clothes tightly.

"Sorry, I was negligent." Guimu Guima sincerely apologized, it was indeed his fault.

Yuanzi shook her head, expressing that she didn't blame him, and said in a relaxed tone, "Is this Guima's first visit to the Holy Land?"

Guimu Guima said kindly, "It is indeed the first time in four years, after all, the previous workload was quite a lot."

Yuanzi: ...

Why is this vague hint that she is lazy can't be passed?

Seeing Yuanzi's instantly resentful expression, Guimu Guima smiled when he saw the good news.

"Come on, drink the medicine." Guima Guima scooped up a spoonful of medicine and fed it to Yuanzi's mouth.

"...Drinking like this, you want to kill me, right?" Yuanzi took the medicine bowl with a bitter face, stared at it for a long time before making up her mind to drink it in one gulp, wrinkled her face immediately after drinking, and ate the osmanthus osmanthus Ma handed over the flat sugar in time.

"Is it so bitter?" Guimu Guima, who has not been sick yet, put away the bowl and asked curiously, although her physique is not very good.

"It's so bitter." Yuanzi nodded in pain. The medicines of the Asakusa clan have never tasted good. Although Sabohime's ability is very strong, there are also disadvantages. For example, it is basically useless to herself.

Thinking that next time, maybe we can communicate with Asakusa Ginseng to make some pills or something, Guimu Guima lifted the quilt for Yuanzi.

"Get some rest, you'll be fine the next day."

Yuanzi closed her eyes and hummed.

Because sick people need to rest, Guimu Guima didn't stay for too long. After Yuanzi closed her eyes, she tested the temperature again, and left after confirming that she didn't feel hot for a while.

Even after changing clothes and taking medicine to rest immediately after the festival, Yuanzi developed a high fever that night.

She was lying in the quilt, her face was flushed from the heat, her mind was blank, but she only vaguely felt a cold hand on her forehead.

"Too weak..." Sesshomaru didn't seem to have the slightest sense of breaking into a girl's dormitory late at night.

He walked up to Yuanzi and put his hand on her forehead.

"I can't understand."

Sesshomaru moved his hand to Yuanzi's neck, his five fingers tightened slightly.

Yuanzi in her sleep felt the cold touch, her frown slightly relaxed, and she approached the comfortable coolness.

The five fingers that were slowly tightening were loosened, and Yuanzi was rubbed against his face.

"Human beings are different from monsters. They can't bear loneliness. The endless reincarnation is painful, Yuanzi." Sesshomaru pulled out his hand, stood up and looked at Yuanzi who was unconscious due to illness, and said softly: "If it is really unbearable That day, just pray to me, let me kill your soul."

If Yuanzi was awake now, she would be a little surprised that Sesshomaru said so much, but unfortunately she just felt that her ears were noisy now.

"Who...?" She murmured in confusion, but was quickly eroded by sleepiness, and her eyes were gradually covered by darkness.

Guimu Guima felt his heart burning in the middle of the night. He thought it was strange at first, but suddenly remembered that the setting of this world is that if Sabo Hime, who is the summoner, is injured, the summoned person will have empathy to a certain extent.

He immediately got up and put on his clothes, but he didn't expect that someone had already stepped in first.

Sesshoumaru-sama...was summoned just like him, and has already spent a week with Sabo Hime.

He leaned against the wall, thinking about the nature of the world.

A princess with mysterious power and a tragic past, a ninja who has the most powerful power but is discriminated against, and the daimyo system...

No matter how you look at it, it is a distorted world.Of course, he would not do nothing during his four years here. He has also played many strategy-oriented games. The Snow Country's ability to maintain its current appearance is largely due to the concentration of power and power.

According to the recent intelligence, ninjas from other countries gradually moved into the land thanks to the prosperity of the Snow Country, but they became the minions of the nobles.

What a group of people who are greedy and greedy.

No matter in what era, in what world, there are things like human beings.

Guimu Guima pushed his glasses.

Sabo Hime's 14-year-old death node did not happen for some reason. His premonition of the game has always been very accurate, but this time it failed for some reason.

...Obviously the day Sabo Hime left Sesshomaru was also the only chance.

The node he predicted did not come.

strangeness.

Are immersive games and traditional GalGame levels really different?

Suddenly there was movement at the end of the corridor.

"Eri? Why are you here?" Katsuragi Keima kept leaning against the wall, looking at the maid who suddenly came to Sabo Hime's door in the middle of the night.

"Katsuragi-sama... why are you here?" Eri looked surprised, she hesitated and said, "I'm worried about His Highness Sabo Hime's health, and I want to see if you have a fever, so I can report to Asakusa-sama."

"is it?"

"Yes."

Katsuragi Keima watched Eri until she lowered her head uncomfortably.

"Stand back, I'm watching here."

he said lightly.

Eri nodded indiscriminately, took small steps, and quickly left here.

Although it is said that Sabo Hime has not had any accidents so far, and there are several ninjas and Sesshomaru around her for protection, but as long as one day does not know the truth about the so-called killing by a trusted person, one cannot relax vigilance against anyone in the Daimyo Mansion .

"Let Minazuki-sama send some more people over, and also ask the Daming House not to use the new Ninja clan."

In the empty corridor, after Guimu Guima's voice fell, a black shadow passed by very quickly.

Guimu Guima will arrive in his room after the order is finished, so he should not worry about seeing the situation in the room tonight.

When Yuanzi woke up the next day, Asakusa went to the clinic, and sure enough, she no longer had a fever.

Yuanzi touched her warm forehead, the memory of last night was already a little fuzzy, but there seemed to be someone by her side who was always with her.

Is it an illusion?

The author has something to say: There are people at home recently, and the code words are not very convenient, so I will update it earlier on Sunday.

In addition, you are all so smart... how can you guess everything, I cried.

Thank you Grain Harvester and Tuanfan 123 for mines, love you guys