Let your president enroll in my Honmaru

Most people don't know that Shiori is not born with a good temper.

When she was born, her fetal hair was prickly and even a little prickly. Some nurses joked that the daughter of the Kurosaki family might have a bad temper when she grows up.

In addition, she is the youngest daughter, and she is also an older brother, so age is not very important, either the eldest will be bullied by the youngest, or they will simply spoil others together.

But unfortunately, due to physical reasons, even when Shiori was angry when she was young, she could easily stay in bed for three days with fever.

So the prickly career was forced to end before it even started. In addition to her thin body and red skin, her deceptive appearance allowed outsiders who didn't know her to have her gentle illusion.

It is also right to be kind, gentle, courteous and talkative.

But at the same time, because she is always too serious and stubborn when it is not necessary, and she is damn strong, people around her dare not put other pressure on her.

This situation intensified after she became a god judge.

The main controller in this pill occupies half of the country, and the rest is basically gathered from all angles of brothers, uncles, fathers, grandpas, and grandpas. Looking at the eyes of the little master who was shorter and thinner than Xiaoye at that time, it was called kindness, and the filter added a layer Another layer.

In this environment, it would be unscientific if the temper could really soften and become a ball of cotton.

After intimidating Ango Sakaguchi with a few words, she added a lot of workload to him, and she didn't realize it at all.

The heart is not only painless, but also happy.

Turning around and going back, she intends to continue to toss Tuosi who was thrown to Honmaru by her.

Although it is true that Fyodor Dostoevsky is a rare intelligent person in the world, it is also true that his physical fitness is not good.

Honmaru's swords are originally old men who have lived in three digits, and it is not easy to fool around with their words.

After Shiori chatted with Ango in a "consensual" way, when she returned to Honmaru and saw the slightly messy scene, she subconsciously suppressed her temper, and of course, replaced it with a brighter smile.

"I'm assuming you guys will explain to me what's going on, what I don't know."

"Ah...Ji Jun, um, that Russian ran away. But, [-]% of the time, he won't come back."

Tsurumaru, who was obviously the culprit of this incident, stood up with a wandering look in his eyes.

"Where did he go?"

"In the Taisho era, the time converter he walked along was broken, and it was only enough for one teleportation. The spells and spiritual power that support the principle of teleportation will self-destruct after at most one teleportation. Depending on the location, it may take some time to find him. gone."

Well.

Shiori thought about it. Before she left, she had left coordinates on Dostoevsky. In a certain time and space, it was not too difficult for her to find someone.

but--

"Is it the Taisho I know?"

That chaotic but brilliant era full of change.

"Ah."

The black-haired Toshiro glanced at his own Ji-kun and nodded.

"Then maybe it was a good thing for him in the past. It is said that his goal is to eliminate all people with supernatural powers in the world. The ghosts in the world over there are obviously class enemies."

Shiori pondered for a while, and felt that such an accident might not be a bad thing.

"Under the laws of the fusion world, the thin blood owners that ghosts like are approximately equal to people with supernatural powers, or people with spiritual power..."

He was forced to stay in that time and couldn't come back, and it was like that, a timeline that was enough for him to show his talents.

Then don't worry about finding him, just put him there, and let's talk about it when the people from the Supernatural Secret Service come over to change it.

Anyway, the colorless king of chaos will not let go easily if he can't come up with the conditions that the willful and malicious king expects to like.

At the moment when the old golden king is about to fall asleep and fall into eternal peace, ordinary civil servants don't have enough reasons and they don't have enough confidence to disobey a young and prosperous king.

Anyway, good luck(?) to them.

# # #

After all, these farces took a lot of time, and the Kurosaki family showed unparalleled mobility and combat effectiveness in it.

Yokohama, which has settled everything on the surface, has once again resumed a smooth daily life.

The detective agency solved another major event, and at the same time opened a banquet for the future family members of the president who came from afar.

The location is set at the old house of the Fuzawa family.

The formerly unknown detective agency members stood at the door numbers of two nearby houses, showing mysterious aunt smiles at the same time.

tsk tsk tsk.

Because the atmosphere was too relaxed, even the timid Tanizaki glanced at his beloved president with gossip eyes.

The sound of a big banquet at the neighbor’s house can naturally spread to the next door. I don’t know when, all the men’s bands put on formal attire (look like top cowherds), carrying food boxes and wine bottles like a running water mat Also come to join in the fun.

The already chaotic scene suddenly became richer.

Shiori also doesn't know where Fukuzawa Yukichi is right in the eyes of his relatives at this stage of his affairs, and he shows 12 points when he sees a few big men holding wine glasses and beckoning friends confuse.

"Xiaoshi, your family really is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. It's amazing."

Holding the champagne, Akiko leaned against Shiori, and sighed at the young man whose laughter was magical but magnificent, with crescent moons hidden in his eyes.

"Now I absolutely believe that you have true love for the president, not just the one based on face."

"I want to say that I come from an ordinary family, so no one would believe it?"

Shiori smiled wryly, and nodded reservedly.

I can't say that I am really a face controler, but...all the good-looking people in the family are her elders, so there is no way to fall in love at all.

"Will the president really want to marry in the future?"

Yu Xie Ye, who originally thought it was a joke, was very aware of crisis at this time.

Looking at the big scene, the big posture is not impossible!

"Actually... I don't care. I think Fukuzawa Shiori sounds pretty good too."

Shiori also smiled and raised the wine glass in his hand to respond, his face was not red, his heart was not beating, and he seemed to be able to handle it with ease.

"Of course, Kurosaki Yukichi doesn't sound awkward either."

"Huh... that's it."

Yosano Akiko looked a bit optimistic about the show, his eyes turned away, he raised his hand that was not holding the wine glass and waved it.

"President—"

"With Yosano."

The familiar deep voice broke through the blockade of the group of drunkards at some point, and it was close at hand.

Shiori stood there in a daze, hardly daring to turn around, she could feel someone approaching behind her, and the heat source that followed seemed to ignite a fire in the endless snow field, burning all the way to her neck.

Because Shiori was wearing a long dress with suspenders, there was no room for Shiori to hide her long hair.

Then, the warm kimono haori coat covered her gradually spreading blush.

"Shiori."

"To Mr. Ji."

She heard her own voice, erratic and soft, like a cloud just stirred out of a machine, attached to a thin stick, expanding circle after circle.

But, it's pink.

"I'm not cold, the air conditioner inside seems to be a bit too hot, I... I'll go out for a walk and get some fresh air."

"I'll accompany you."

The man took her hand kindly.

The fingers were slender and cold, a little frightened, a little stiff, and soon softened, the slender index finger and middle finger were folded back, playfully opening a small space, poking.

"what happened?"

The two gradually walked to the courtyard, and the camellia blossomed again in the gradually warmer weather.

The tall trees with a height of several feet are gradually sprouting new shoots.

I don't know when the plum tree was planted, but it is the best blooming in this courtyard now.

The long plum fragrance is tangy, and it seems to be stained with the white snow in winter.

Fresh and refined.

"It's nothing, I just want to scratch the surface. Yu Jijun's hand feels like the hand of a martial arts practitioner."

"Will it be rough?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi was stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't expect to regret getting such an answer at all.

"A little bit, but I like it very much. It gives people a feeling of peace of mind. Like me, I deliberately repaired it. When I held the arrow, my palms were callused and bled. I don't want to recall that time at all."

She gestured to the size of the two people's palms, and replied casually.

"Is it because of this that it was repaired?"

He also focused on the hands that were intertwined. Shiori's hands were very white and beautiful, with well-defined joints, slender and strong, and there was no trace of wound.

That's right, after all, Shiori has the ability to heal herself, and now she can't see her original appearance no matter how she looks at it.

"Huh? No, no one forced me to learn it. Martial arts training is hard at the beginning. As for the reason to get rid of it, it's because girls like to be pretty."

She narrowed her eyes, shook her head sincerely, and eliminated herself with a half-joking laugh.

"In fact, I have always felt that the longer I grow, the more useless I am. When I was a child, I was desperate, smart, and capable. Unlike now, I am not very active and still a fish."

"It's good now, and probably hasn't changed much."

"I think you are very good and charming now."

A man who has never been good at talking about love is especially lethal once he speaks seriously.

Shiori immediately raised her head and pointed to the several-foot-tall zelkova tree.

"Do you remember when I was on the tree?"

"Actually, I can jump off myself."

"Well, impressive."

A smile appeared on Fukuzawa Yukichi's face.

"So what I just said is true, not much has changed, in terms of dynamics."

"It was you who reached out and said you wanted to hug me."

The stubborn cat quit immediately.

"I was thinking about... well, how did I think about it?"

With quick two or three steps, she climbed up the original branch again.

Her straight and slender legs swayed and swayed, and the little girl who suddenly realized that she was wearing a long dress froze and looked down embarrassedly.

"This time it's true. It seems that it's not convenient to use the way I thought about it."

While talking and joking, a long-haired orange cat lightly landed on the branch.

"But there is another way, too."

"Ah, from the cat's point of view, this place is really high, high, high, high—"

She clapped her claws on the tree trunk, and her voice gradually became a little unstable.

"Forget it, I choose to give up, you catch me."

The cat looked at the outstretched arms under the tree and jumped lightly.

While saying this, she tapped her claws on the separate twigs of the zelkova like an acrobatic, bouncing and bouncing down calmly.

The dexterous cat can even get naughty on the branches of the nearby plum tree, and the narrower branches than the zelkova tremble under various forces.

When Fukuzawa Yukichi really embraced his naughty cat, she was already covered with the quiet plum petals and fragrance.

[The cat escapes from the plum branch and shakes, the spring is dim and the moon is hazy. 】

Fukuzawa Yukichi thought of the occasional haiku, rubbed the head of the little girl Shimiao, and smiled.

"You were still holding a little tiger in your hand at the time, so you probably didn't want to come down in this way."

"You're right, no matter what, I will fall in your arms. I fell in love with you at first sight."

"So Kurosaki Yukichi is also good?"

"Woooooh, stop talking, stop talking."

The orange Mao Tuanzi didn't expect that he deliberately avoided it, and the topic that he thought the other party really didn't hear turned back.

She balled herself up slightly ashamed.

Whisper bb from the heart.

"That's what Shiori said, you can't persecute innocent Shimiao!"

"Yeah, but the cat's paws might not be the right size—"

"Perhaps you like this better now?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi smiled and took out a small velvet box from his pocket, and took out a large handful of dried fish with his backhand.

Small dried fish!

The cat's nature made Shimiao's eyes brighten, but.

"Shimiao wants a box!"

Mao Tuanzi hesitated for three seconds before lifting the pink and tender meat pad and pawing and pawing.

Because the legs are too short to reach--

That's too much.

She turned around angrily, and finally the kitty dumpling was restored to a girl in a white dress in his arms.

"I don't really have much opinion on the naturalized surname, but—"

Fukuzawa Yukichi sent all the things in both hands to Shiori's arms.

"Maybe I can have my first and certainly only cat?"

The girl who didn't expect to have such an operation froze in place.

After a while, he chuckled lightly.

I was amused by this rare routine from the other party.

But obviously the charming girl is not satisfied with that little routine.

"Okay, but a handful of dried fish is not enough."

"Shimiao, but it's hard to raise."

"Me too."

She opened the little velvet box.

The author has something to say: the text is over~

Mr. Tuo went to Dazheng to fight with the boss, and he wanted to put his personal ideals into useful use (no)

The parents of the Kurosaki family and Honmaru will not know that right under their noses, Mao Mao was tricked away by a handful of dried fish—(bu)

As for getting married, it doesn't really matter to the young couple, anyway, they all said that Kurosaki Yukichi and Fukuzawa Shiori are both nice to hear.

Because I look at the [-] yuan bill of the three-dimensional Japanese yen... I dare not move it