Supernatural is king

Ju Nu Yu tremblingly looked at the gentle but unquestionable face of the girl in front of her, trying to say it was impossible.

Only then did she realize what a stupid thing she had done.

Hearing what Eili said, Tsubaki subconsciously glanced at Ju Nuyu, who seemed to be about to pass out, and then lowered her head to carry out the order as if being burned.

Seeing this scene, Ju Nu Yu really passed out.

The imperial garden was silent.

Eri let go of her hand covering Tuanzi's ears, and looked around at the people in the imperial garden who were watching the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal.

Everyone who was swept subconsciously shook their heads and lowered their heads.

"I don't want to see this kind of thing happen again in the future." Eili still had that gentle tone, but in the ears of those present, it sounded like the whisper of a devil.

"I won't set foot in the harem in the future, but if I hear you say something you shouldn't say, or do something... you shouldn't do something."

"Then there is no need for this harem to exist."

The slender hands rubbed the smooth black hair of the dumpling, and the wide sleeves directly covered the entire body of the dumpling, blocking the eyes that fell on him.

After solving this matter, Eili returned to the dormitory with Tuanzi, who was lying on her shoulder half asleep.

She walked into the dormitory and wanted to put the dumpling into the small bed beside the bed, but the dumpling's hand tightly grabbed the caregiver's collar and refused to let go.

Eri frowned in embarrassment.

After standing and coaxing the dumpling to sleep more soundly, she motioned for the maid to come over and help the dumpling, while she quickly took off her clothes, wrapped the child loosely and put it on the bed.

Oni Wu Tsuji's face was a little pale, and his breathing was barely audible.

But Keli got used to it.

She clearly knew how poor the health of the dumpling she raised was.

He couldn't go out in spring, because the flourishing flowers and fluttering catkins would make him cough.

In summer, he can't sleep peacefully, because he can't bear the scorching heat of summer, and he will be awakened by cicadas every day.

In autumn he could not eat because the changeable weather made him unwell and his stomach was often nauseated.

And winter is even more difficult, the snowstorm that comes with the severe cold always misses him and wants to take his life away.

Being weak and troublesome to a shocking degree often made Huili feel lucky, lucky for her current status, and lucky that this dumpling was picked up by her.

Because she can prepare everything for the dumplings.

In spring, she drastically replaced the flowers and willows all over the palace with other harmless plants; The famous chef only wants to make food that can be swallowed by the dumplings; in winter, she spreads the floor heating under the palace, and uses the most precious Firefox fur as a quilt for the dumplings.

This child got the favor that no one can get in his life.

Everyone was thinking and envious, why this child could be favored by the little emperor so easily.

Huili never concealed the origin of this child, how powerful the Fujiwara family was when it fell, how many people knew the identity of this child.

Abe Seimei also asked, but what he got was an answer that he had never thought of.

"why?"

Sunlight poured in from the window and shone on the little emperor's black hair, casting a layer of golden light on the little emperor who was looking down at the memorial.

Hearing the question from Abe Seimei who was sitting at the side, the little emperor raised his eyes, the eyes were almost overflowing with tenderness.

Abe Seimei's heart trembled, and a vague emotion rose from the bottom of his heart.

"Maybe... this child is very similar to me?"

Similar to her?

Before he could open his mouth to ask, Huili looked at the big onmyoji standing by the window and waving a bat fan, his tone seemed to be real, but also seemed to be joking: "After all, they have black hair, not to mention they are as good-looking as me. "

Who knows if this is a joke?

Before the former emperor passed away, no one in Heian-kyo had seen the current little emperor, so no one knew the origin of the little emperor.

This little emperor, holding the imperial decree and succeeding to the throne, seemed to appear suddenly.

Abe Seimei also hesitated, doubting the origin of the little emperor.But the little emperor's blessing from Amaterasu dispelled his doubts.

Anyway, he is just an onmyoji, isn't it all the same which monarch he serves?

After putting the dumplings in place, Huili put on the robe held by the maid and walked out of the room.

Then I saw the Great Onmyoji instructing the maid to take out her treasured tea leaves and make a pot by herself.

Seeing Eili staring at him, Abe Seimei blinked innocently, pointed to the teapot in front of him, and asked, "Does Your Majesty want a drink?"

Eili nodded, sat down in front of Abe Seimei unceremoniously, and ordered him to pour himself a cup: "Why did you come here suddenly, just to drink a pot of tea with me?"

Abe Seimei didn't make any detours: "I found the sword you told me to look for at the beginning."

Huili took a sip of tea and almost choked in her throat: "Ahem——found it?! Where is it?"

The silver-haired man stretched out his hand to help E straighten out his air, frowning in distress, not knowing how to express the news he had received.

Hui Li's heart was suddenly lifted up, and she asked nervously, "What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

The sword that Huili asked Abe Qingming to help find was the Tunchu Sword.At that time, time and space suddenly changed, and she came to this time and space together with Tun Chujian.It wasn't until she finished the process of inheriting the throne that she realized——

The sword is gone.

Her Tun Chu Sword is gone.

That's okay? ! !

Abe Seimei said: "Actually, it shouldn't be a problem, it's just..."

He winked at Huili: "It's just that this sword is in the hands of a monster now, and you may need to get it yourself."

He saw that Eli breathed a sigh of relief.

Abe Seimei:? ? ?Shouldn't you be more worried?

As if seeing Abe Seimei's doubts, Eri smiled and said: "As long as the sword is not damaged, it's fine. It's just in the hands of a monster. It's best if the monster is willing to make a deal with me. No deal... until he is willing to give it to me." Wouldn't it be alright?"

"So where is Tun Chu Sword?"

She is ready to come to the door to make (qiang) Yi (jie)!

Abe Seimei slowly opened the bat fan, slowly covered the lower half of his face, and slowly spit out a few words.

"In the hands of the big tengu of Mount Atago."

Huili nodded, gearing up to hit the door and take back her beloved sword.

Then, she looked at Abe Seimei and blinked slyly, and said, "It is in the hands of your ancestors."

Eri's breath stagnates.

It seems... It's really the ancestors.

The legendary Otengu was transformed by Emperor Sutoku, so in terms of seniority, he is really the ancestor of Eri.

So now she's going to learn from her ancestors... and so on.

its not right.

She has nothing to do with the former emperor!

and so……

Eri suddenly reacted, Abe Seimei glanced at the trembling Abe Seimei with a white smile, finished drinking the tea in his hand, got up and told the maid to prepare things for the trip.

The author has something to say: 2.3

How cute Wu Mi was when she was a child, but how crumbly she is when she grows up :)

Recently, I have been brushing my voice into people's hearts! !

Zhou Shen is so cute that I can't find Bei (cover my face)

What should I do if I suddenly want to open my voice into the hearts of the people! !

I am already aware of the English rh incident.

The outline copywriting plot will be revised immediately, and the update will be postponed first, I am very sorry! (bow)

This incident is really a disaster for those of us who love our English writers and readers.

All the little angels can see that all the articles I have written revolve around My Ying as the home field, and I only write these articles with my blood and love for My Ying.

I still remember that the second season of My English was still being updated. I watched it and suddenly felt, oh, I want to write something.

Then came the little flower.

I devoted most of my time to shaping [Nakahara Hanae] as a person, and I spent most of my time on [My Hero Academia] as a manga.

Including Eri, I have thought about everything about her.

But I didn't think, really didn't think it would turn out like this.

If not, then I will finish writing Eri's story first.

Then think again... how should Xiaohua's story be written.

terribly sorry!

2.11

Finished, update from NO.13.

☆感谢在2020-02-0216:31:23~2020-02-0320:36:29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 grenade: 1 Xiaoyan;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 14 bottles of Candle Depression;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!