Supernatural is king

It was a dark-haired kid.

About one or two years old, curled up and hid under the sacrificial table. Although the cloth of the clothes is not the best, it is also unaffordable for ordinary people.

He opened his mouth slightly, clenched his small hands against his tear-stained cheeks, and fell into a deep sleep.

Some...cute.

But looking at it, Eili noticed something was wrong.

The child's face was too pale, and she could hardly hear his breathing in the silent inner hall of the shrine.

Eili squatted down in an instant, regardless of the expensive and luxurious clothes rubbing on the ground and getting dusty, she stretched out her hand to hold the child's hand and passed the gentle spiritual power over.

The spiritual power circulated in the boy's body, but in the end it couldn't stay in the body, and it all dissipated in the air.

The boy's face regained its color visible to the naked eye, and his eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was about to wake up.

Eri withdrew her hand as if nothing had happened, stood up and walked to a short distance to wait for the boy to wake up.

The boy woke up.

At the same time, he opened those blood-colored eyes.

He stared blankly at the young girl in a fancy dress standing in front of him, and then burst into tears that were as big as beans, but he didn't make a whimper.

Curled up and shrunk into the corner, two fleshless little hands habitually blocked the top of the head.

Just like a little animal that has no ability to resist, after getting used to being beaten and scolded, that's all the protective measures it can take for itself.

Eri suddenly lost her smile.

Some people are just born different.

Some people are regarded as gods because of their differences, while others are regarded as monsters because of their differences.

Obviously, the boy in front of him was regarded as a different kind in this age of ghosts and ghosts.

Eili carried the boy out from under the table, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the tears on the boy's face, and coaxed patiently: "Be good, don't be afraid."

She, too, has had days of being seen as an outlier.

The kind of bewilderment and grievance that surged up from the depths of my heart was something other people couldn't feel.

After wiping away her tears, Eili lowered her head and gently rubbed Tuanzi's cheek, and patiently continued to coax, "Don't cry, don't cry."

Tuanzi, who was still struggling slightly, slowly stopped moving, feeling that the person hugging him was not the familiar malice, but the kindness that was so warm and tolerant that people didn't want to leave, and slowly opened his mouth: "Ah. "

He liked the man in front of him very much.

Tuanzi quietly stretched out one hand to grab Huili's cuff, put the other hand around the girl's neck, and put her white and tender cheek back on the place where Huili just rubbed against him.

Love from children is always so simple and direct.

Eili patted the child on the back, and gradually softened her expression.

She took the dumpling out of the shrine without hesitation.

"His Majesty……"

Chun, the maid who was waiting by the carriage, saw that Huili went in empty-handed, but came out with a dumpling in her arms, and her eyes widened involuntarily.

She looked around hesitantly at the guards guarding the outside of the shrine, and opened her mouth wondering if she should ask.

The guards had fenced off the shrine early in the morning to keep anyone in or out, so the kid... might have been inside all night.

Huili lowered her head and stroked the sleeping Tuanzi lying on her shoulder, carefully got into the car, then turned to the head maid and said, "Go and find out which family's child this is."

"Then have someone come and see me."

Chun took a careful look at the family crest on Tuanzi's clothes, and bowed to salute: "Tsubaki understands."

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It was half an hour before we returned to the palace.

Abe Seimei, who was sitting leisurely drinking tea in the Songzhi Pavilion, got the news that the little emperor had returned, and walked directly to the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Then I was taken aback by the little emperor who was wiping the dumplings himself.

Abe Seimei's blue fox eyes widened, two or three of the long silver hair that was originally wrapped around his fingers were pulled out: "Your Majesty, didn't you go to pay homage to Amaterasu? Why did you bring back the child of the Fujiwara family?" ?”

Huili, who was sitting at the top, slowly took clothes from the maid and put them on the dumpling, and said in a nonchalant manner.

"You're here." She adjusted the hem of her clothes in satisfaction, then looked at the shocked Abe Seimei, raised her eyebrows and said, "It's just in time for you to watch a play."

As a well-known onmyoji in Heian-kyo, Abe Seimei is actually respected and admired by many nobles.

So after such a child was born in the branch of the Fujiwara family, they hurried to find him.

Abe Seimei was quite surprised at first, but after various calculations, he found that the child was really just an ordinary child with a weak body, and told the conclusion to the Fujiwara family.

Now it seems... Those people did not believe what he said at the beginning.

He closed the folding fan in his palm, and sat beside Huili with a serious face.

Eri lowered her eyes and teased the dumpling with her fingers.

The little milk dumpling laughed happily, the little curly hair on its head trembled, and stretched out its hand to hold the finger, wanting to stuff it into its mouth.

Abe Seimei's fingers trembled.

The little emperor decisively rejected the dumpling.

Tuanzi shrugged.

The little emperor peeled off the skin of the grapes, and put the soft flesh in the hands of the dumpling.

Tuanzi rolled his eyes with a smile, and couldn't wait to stuff the pulp into his mouth.

The new old mother showed a kind smile.

Abe Seimei covered his face in horror.

Who knows how he could see the kindness of the old mother from the face of a little girl.

The sound of fine footsteps came suddenly.

Maid Chang Chun came in with a fat man.

"Your Majesty." Chun bowed, and then quickly walked behind Huili.

The man who was brought in by Chun looked at the still young little emperor, raised his eyebrows nonchalantly, and saluted to Huili: "I don't know if your Majesty is looking for a minister, what's the matter?"

It seemed that he had great respect for the little emperor, but even Tsubaki, who was standing behind Eri, could sense that kind of perfunctory.

After all, he was just a fourteen or fifteen-year-old child, and he was still a girl, so there was nothing to care about.

Thinking so, the man turned his eyes to the child in the arms of the little emperor.

"Or...is this child bumping into you?"

Disgust and hostility flashed across the man's eyes for an instant.

The tuanzi seemed to feel something, and trembled violently. One of them missed, and the flesh fell to the ground.

The empty-handed dumpling stared blankly at the flesh on the ground, then opened his five fingers to look at the little bit of juice left on his hand, and put his hand in front of Eri's eyes in aggrieved manner.

"No……"

That voice was really pitiful.

So Eri directly ignored the man, wiped the dumpling's hands clean, peeled another grape and put it in the dumpling's palm.Seeing that Tuanzi stretched her brows and eyes in satisfaction, Eri raised her head and gave Mr. Fujiwara a look.

The man suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"It's nothing." The little emperor's tone was gentle: "Just to tell Fujiwara Qing that this child will be raised by me in the future."

"Also, Fujiwara Qing feels that he is getting old and wants to rest. I understand that I let Tsubaki buy a house in Utsunomiya, so you can go back to your hometown and rest with peace of mind."

Eribu Eri likes to do things like killing chickens to scare monkeys.

If you want to blame, you can only blame this Fujiwara-sama for sending himself to the gun.

I'm sorry if I don't play Eri.

Abe Seimei looked at the man with a funny expression, and instantly opened the folding fan to cover half of his face, silently shaking his shoulders.

Sure enough, the little emperor really liked him.

The author has something to say: 1.29

Ghost Dance Tsuji·Juvenile Body·Wu Mian (looks at the flesh on the ground): No... (wronged)

Kind old mother, Huili: Well, well, all for you.

Fujiwara No Name: When did I say I was going back to my hometown! ! !

I've been a little busy the past few days with the recent coronavirus.

But after confirming now, nothing will happen hahh

Everyone should be careful, wear a mask when you go out, wash your hands first when you get home, if you don't buy a mask, it's best not to go out!

Take good care of yourself hahh

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感谢在2020-01-2201:48:23~2020-01-2821:17:42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 of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of summer; sugar on top of sugar, 1 bottle of cloud deep unknown place;

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