save the judge

Shocked by Yaoken's thoroughness, Jingujiquan suddenly felt that he couldn't look directly at the handsome royal imperial object. What kind of terrible brain circuit came up with the idea of ​​wearing long johns for the short swordsmen? Terrible thing!

Yaoken had a calm expression on his face, without the consciousness of being the person involved at all, he took the cup out of Jingujiquan's hand very calmly, put on a candlestick and cut the freshly made pastry: "Lunch is still a while, if the general If you're hungry, eat something first."

It's not close to the backyard, but a faint noise can still be heard.

The sound of chopping wood was quite rhythmic, mixed with the loud shouts of swordsmen, which made Jingongjiquan, who was always able to lie down but not sit, and could sit but not stand, a little curious.

Although there is nothing fancy about building a house, but...as expected, such an interesting event, as the master of Honmaru, how could he not participate in it!

Yao Yan looked at his eyes that suddenly lit up, and felt that something was wrong. He pushed his glasses, and opened his mouth with a short knife: "The backyard is very messy and dangerous. Your body—" He was right in the middle of speaking. He fell into the innocent eyes of his general.

"...The rehabilitation plan cannot be delayed."

The defeated Dagger took off his glasses, picked up the corner of his white coat and began to wipe the lenses, really puzzled by his soft-heartedness just now.

Of course, Jingujiquan didn't think as much as he thought. With the doctor's permission, he lifted up the blanket in twos and put it in his arms like holding a skirt that was too long, and ran to the backyard excitedly.

But...if he knew what was waiting for him, he might not run so fast...

"The main hall?!"

"The main hall, get out of the way!"

"Ah, ah, dodge, dodge!"

There is a row of neatly arranged large holes on the ground, which are used to drive piles and beams. As soon as the black-haired young man climbed down from the corridor and carefully walked around these potholes, he heard the terrified shouts of the fusangshen on the opposite side. .

The daggers were all standing on the roof with only a shelf on the opposite side, and the Taidaos were carrying wood back and forth. When they saw Jinguji appearing there, their handsome faces twisted into shouts, and the reaction was the fastest The Tsurumaru had already thrown down the wood and rushed towards him in big strides.

Jingongjiquan was still dazed, looking up along their line of sight, and in his field of vision was a cross-section of a wooden pile that was constantly zooming in, zooming in, and zooming in again.

? ?

Truly a hole in one.

Seeing the interrogator who fell face down into the piling hole, all the Fusangshen gasped, and then, there was an earth-shattering scream from inside Honmaru.

"The main hall, ah, ah, ah, ah!!"

****

"The young master's physical condition, he cannot leave the hospital yet."

"But this is the Patriarch's will. With the young master's personality, it is impossible for him to refuse it because of his own reasons, right?"

"Even so..."

As if sinking under the boundless water, the icy liquid overflowed his mouth and nose, his soul curled up on the black seabed, the pain of suffocation and the pleasure of dying wrapped him up, the rambling voice in his ears became clearer and clearer, his spirit Izumi Gongji struggled to open his eyes, the dark blue water whizzed and lifted him up, the too bright light pierced into his eyes suddenly, he let out a small cock from his throat, and immediately closed his eyes.

"Little Lord?!"

"Young master, are you awake? Is there any discomfort?"

The slight movement under the quilt quickly attracted the attention of the two people beside the bed. Jingujiquan ignored them and began to search for things in his mind.

Wasn't he still in Honmaru just now... Honmaru, yes, he should be in Honmaru, that body didn't show signs of dying, how could it be possible in the blink of an eye...

Could it be that he was killed by that falling object? !

how could it be possible!What a ridiculous way to die!

He was lying on the bed with a terrible complexion, his expression was extremely gloomy.

And his performance may have caused those two people to misunderstand something, the blond young woman pulled the quilt for him with some distress: "Young master... the death of the Patriarch is indeed unexpected, but please don't be too sad , take care of your body more, if the Patriarch knows that you fell ill at his funeral, he will definitely blame himself."

... No, girl, the current situation is that the young master of your family passed away in grief directly at the funeral of the master.

Jingujiquan glanced at her quietly and remained silent.

He didn't speak, but the two of them became more anxious, shaking off a lot of information scatteredly.

The Jinguji family, known as the last hermit family in Japan, is a blood descendant of a famous noble surname. The home has a wealth of cultural relics and national treasures comparable to the collection of the Imperial Household Hall. It has been the best cultural relic restoration in Japan for generations. Teacher, but the number of people is so small that only the Patriarch and the Young Master are left.

Oh, since yesterday, there is only one single seedling left in Jingujiquan.

The new head of the family was weak and sick since he was a child, and fainted due to excessive grief at his father's funeral, and almost left his wealth and wealth to die.

When Jingujiquan came here, the first task he got was the last order of the old patriarch: to return several collections stored in the home to the descendants of the depositors, and they must be delivered to them in their entirety.

To be honest, the original Jingu Jiquan is actually unwilling to do this.

The Jinguji family has an emperor-like status and appeal in the cultural relics world. It has been like this since a hundred years ago. They guard all cultural relics and national treasures with historical value and cherish them like their own children.So there are many people who want to sell their collections for various reasons, and the first choice is the Jinguji family.

They often collect all kinds of cultural relics at a high price that exceeds the market price, and then carefully repair and store them. If the original owner wants to buy it back, they will generously return the things to them, or even simply charge a storage fee. .

This behavior of being taken advantage of has long been refuted by "Jingujiquan" many times, but his father never gave up on this practice, and even explicitly prohibited him from changing this rule. The collection is returned to the descendants of the depositor.

Because that is a "promise made long ago."

What bullshit promises!They sold things to them early tomorrow, how could they easily say that they want to go back after they have put in so much effort? !

Moreover, the restored cultural relics were not passed on to future generations as those people said, but soon appeared at the auction, under the name of "Jinguji Family Appraisal and Restoration", sold A higher price!

Such a despicable behavior, why should they condone them like this? !

The young man's questioning did not get a reply from his father. The man lying on the hospital bed sighed a little embarrassed, and patted his arm: "Quan, you are still too young. You are a rare genius in our family. Above me, I have already taught you everything I can teach, but this kind of question cannot be simply expressed in words, and the days to come will be long, and you will understand."

No, father, I don't understand.

Until the moment he stopped breathing, this young and bright soul was still repeating this question.

I don't understand, they are definitely not as deep as my love for them, so why not let me protect them?

why?

Jingujiquan opened his eyes from his sleep, pulled his sanity out of the remaining "why", and let out a long sigh.

The room was already dark, and the two of them left at some unknown time, and pulled the curtains tightly before leaving.

The decoration of this bedroom is very simple, carrying out the idea that "a bedroom is for sleeping". There are only beds and carpets in the room, a decorative round table by the window, a few books on it, and even an extra chair. No, but the corners and corners are polished finely and beautifully, and various pattern reliefs are hidden in every corner. At first glance, it looks low-key and not monotonous, which shows that the designer has also put in a lot of hard work.

Dealing with cultural relics... It's something I haven't done before.

Jingu Jiquan sat up with difficulty, and the handwriting on the pad next to the bed was neat, which should have been left by the blond woman.

Takano Yumi?The name sounds nice, Jingongjiquan glanced at the signature place, thinking.

After reading the note left by Takano Yumi, Jingujiquan pondered for a while, and slowly turned over and got out of bed.

The old patriarch's last order was to return the cultural relics, and of course Jingongjiquan would not disobey such an order. Even the genius who died young, no matter how dissatisfied he was, he would not disobey his father's last order.

And the place to return it is... Jingujiquan thought about it.

— Yokohama?

He picked up the note left by Takano Yumi and looked at it again.

...Young master, I am very sorry that I cannot go with you this time. Hashimoto and I need to stay in the house to deal with the matters ordered by the master.The value of the cultural relics you are carrying is immeasurable. I heard that the black market has already offered sky-high prices for this, but please rest assured that I have selected a reputable detective agency for you based on the evaluation of the industry to ensure your safety in Yokohama question.

I understand the truth, so why don't you go to a detective agency to ensure safety instead of going to a bodyguard or something?

Izumi Jinguji frowned, unable to figure out what was going on in Takano Yumi's brain circuit, so he had to throw down this piece of paper first, put on the bathrobe beside the bed at will, and walked towards the door step by step while supporting the bed.

This young master is really weak and sick... He stopped in front of the door, took a few breaths, and pressed his hand on the doorknob. The red copper carved doorknob sank following the master's heart, and the heavy wooden door opened. The voice of the speech reached Jingujiquan's ears very clearly.

"...In short, I hope you can do your best to protect the young master, and the Jinguji family will be grateful."

The capable female voice ended neatly, Jingujiquan tilted his head and just listened to the tail.

Oh, so the detective agency guy has arrived?

Thinking of this, he moved forward a few steps, walked to the edge of the railing, and looked down while holding the railing.

Then an affectionate and gentle voice knocked Jingujiquan's thoughts into pieces: "Beautiful lady! It is my absolute honor to be favored by you! So, are you willing to die for love with me?"

...What is this all about!Is this detective agency really reliable? !

Jingujiquan's mouth twitched a few times, and his eyes fell on the young man in front of Takano Yumi.

The lobby on the first floor is very spacious, but the layout has no "home" atmosphere at all. It looks more like a museum.There are dozens of various glass cabinets and wooden tables that occupy most of the area, on which are placed various kinds of porcelain, pottery, paper, books and paintings, and the remaining small area is equipped with long sofas and tea tables, which are used as Hospitality.

Standing high at Jingujiizumi, I saw four people sitting on the sofa at a glance. The blond-haired Takano Yumi was wearing a black dress with a white chrysanthemum on her chest, sitting upright.Kneeling on one knee in front of her was a young man with dark brown hair. His slightly curly short hair was curled up all over the place. The long hem of the beige windbreaker was dragging on the ground. His bandage-wrapped hands were holding Takano Yumi's hand. Beloved proposes.

Of course, the premise is to ignore what he said.

"Don't say such things in front of the client!" The blond man with a stable temperament beside him roared, picked up the young man on the ground with one hand, and punched the brown-haired head with a fist, causing the low ponytail on the back of his head to stand up angrily. , he was obviously an elite man with eyes and a shirt and vest, but for a moment he seemed like a berserk dragon.

The most harmless silver-haired boy next to them smiled awkwardly at Takano Yumi a few times, and there was a sense of "get used to it" frustration all over his body.

But at the moment when Jingujiquan's eyes fell on them, both the one who was making noise and the one who was beaten raised their heads at the same time, that kind of vigilance made Jingujiquan's heart tremble.

"Ahh! This beautiful lady! Would you like to die in love with me?!"

The young man whose headshot was held down at the last moment, slipped out of the control of others like a fish in the next second, raised his delicate face to Jingujiquan, and the deep affection in his eyes was about to flow out .

Osamu Dazai looked expectantly at the beauty standing on the railing on the second floor, waiting for her answer.

And Jingujiquan, who was considered a beauty, just gave him a meaningful look, turned around and walked down the stairs slowly holding the handrail.

The young man who had just recovered from a serious illness only had a thin black-bottomed silver flower bathrobe on his shoulders, and a feather knit covering his shoulders to cover half of his body. His black hair that reached to his shoulder blades fell down, covering half of his face. Only a pair of jet-black hair could be seen. Deep eyes and red and moist lips, reflecting the snow-white skin, like some kind of banshee who came out of a ghost story, even the simple movements of walking up the stairs are slow and graceful.

Jinguji who walks very slowly because of lack of energy:? ? ?I want to show you a leap of faith, but the hardware facilities do not allow it.

Osamu Dazai ran over cheerfully, with a clear and bright smile on his face: "Beautiful——"

"Young master?! You are awake, is there any discomfort?" Takano Yumi stood up.

Jingujiquan calmly turned his gaze to the woman behind Dazai: "I'm fine."

As soon as the gentle voice that belonged to the youth came out, Osamu Dazai stiffened as if he had been frozen, his neck twisted a few times, and he stared at Jingujiquan's face: "You, you are not a girl?!"

Jingujiquan raised the corners of his mouth subtly, leaned closer to this lively young man, and breathed out ambiguously: "Ah... do you want to come and touch it?"