[Sword Three] How to break the lady who is a technical emperor

Tomoko Matsumoto never expected that after leaving Xinba, he would meet Xinba so soon.

"Good morning, miss." When she was out shopping for groceries, a playful male voice suddenly rang in her ears.

Youzi trembled all over, this voice that used to bring her a sense of security no less than being beside Qingluo made her feel chills all over now.Tremblingly, she put down the dish in her hand and looked at the person coming.

"Shinpachi..." she called out.

"Oh?" Shinpachi raised his eyebrows, suppressing the unbearable feeling in his heart to see Tomoko like this, with a smile on his face, but no warmth in his eyes. "Miss actually remembered my name, I am really terrified."

"I..." Tomoko covered his face and shook his head feebly, "It's not like this, it's not like this..."

"What's that like?" Shinpachi said coldly.

Tomoko covered her face and began to cry, Shinpachi watched her cry, but didn't waver at all.

Finally he sighed: "Don't cry, women's tears are useless sometimes."

"What should I do..." Tomoko choked up, "I don't know..."

"Just like Qingluo said, as long as you stay out of it." Xinba said softly. "But why did you...leave."

"How can I stay out of it." Tomoko grabbed Shinpachi's lapel and said to him, "I want me to watch you guys kill each other, fight each other for things that I don't think are worth it at all, I..." How possible?

"I don't know about others," Shinpachi pulled her into the alley, and said with a sigh, "but your father was forced to get involved because he was looking for you."

"What?" Tomoko said dumbfounded.

Shinpachi told what he knew, how Toshio Matsumoto learned about the whereabouts of Tomoko through the Banyi faction and chased him all the way, and at the same time he was forced to join the Yiyi faction.

"It turned out to be because of me..." Tomoko covered his face, "I really..."

"Whatever you do, you have to pay a price." Shinpachi said with a sigh. "Come back with me, I will tell your father."

So Tomoko just left with Shinpachi.

But at this moment, Okita found Toshio Matsumoto.

"It's you." Toshio Matsumoto said in a deep voice.

"It's me." Okita nodded, "Sir, do you still remember the previous agreement?"

"What should come will always come." Toshio Matsumoto took out a pistol, "I only have this, is that okay?"

"Come on." Okita held the handle of the knife.

Toshio Matsumoto pointed the gun at the boy's chest, his hands suddenly trembled.

The young man in front of him had a brightness in his eyes that seemed to burn him. This kind of eyes was so similar to his back then, it was exactly the same.

It's a pity... Matsumoto thought of his dead wife, and felt a pang of grief in his chest.

"It's coming." Matsumoto cut off these irrelevant thoughts, and shot at the young man just like he did at Qingluo back then.

It failed in the end, the boy knocked down the gun in his hand as quickly as lightning, and then——

It was an extremely glorious and beautiful knife, and Toshio Matsumoto saw the blood splashing from his body.

I can't be reconciled, at the moment of my death, I can't even see my daughter, I finally found a trace of the girl in black, but I will fail halfway——

"Chong, Chong Tian—" he said with great effort, with blood dripping from his throat, "I, my study..."

Then, he closed his eyes forever.

Okita looked at him for a while, and after confirming that he was completely dead, he came to his study.

Then he saw Toshio Matsumoto's research on Qingluo these days.

"So it's Tang Fu..." He also saw the picture in the ancient book, and was surprised, but not surprised, "It really is Miss Monster." He smiled with a sigh.

The nickname he joked when he was a child turned out to be a prophecy.

After reading it, Okita didn't say much, and directly burned all the materials and the house.

This is what Shinpachi saw when he set up his good friend and came to look for Okita.

The room behind him was still emitting thick smoke, and Toshio Matsumoto's body on the ground was already completely cold. The boy lowered his head, his face hidden in the shadows, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Okita?" Shinpachi asked.

"Mr. Matsumoto, you really are a bad guy." He raised his head and smiled wryly, "Even if he is dead, it will make people feel uncomfortable."

Shinpachi was silent, he looked at his friend and didn't know what to say for a while.

This is Shinpachi's last impression of Toshio Matsumoto.

"I probably don't know yet." After finishing the memories, Shinpachi smiled wryly, "Me too...don't know how to say it yet."

"Then let's talk about it after everything is over." Okita stretched his waist and said. "It's sunny, that's great."

"Okita...are you okay?" Shinpachi asked tentatively.

"Very well, what's the matter?" Okita replied with a smile.

Shinpachi looked at Okita's smile, hesitated to speak.There was a strange atmosphere between the two of them.

"You should act quickly." Okita broke the silence, he said.

"Yeah." Xinba nodded.

"Then, let's go to the bar." Okita smiled.

"Drinking? Are you crazy?" Shinpachi asked in disbelief.

"No," Okita said naturally, "There is a saying, what is it called? Qing Luo told me that there is a local custom of drinking before a battle to boost morale."

"But you..." Shinpachi just wanted to continue to dissuade, but saw that his friend was smiling, but his eyes were sour. He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I will accompany you."

It turned out that Shinpachi was drunk.

"It's reassuring that friends and lovers are not the same, and the only one who can complain is actually a god of learning, which makes me wait for a scumbag to live!!!" Xinba hanged on Okita and howled ghostly.

"Ah, ah, ah." Okita only drank a few cups, his face was a little flushed, but he was much better than the drunk and unconscious Shinpachi.

"You! You are the same as her! It's the one that bothers me the most!!" Unexpectedly, Shinpachi pointed at him and said, "Do you know how many times I want to beat you up? Is it so difficult to live well?" Speaking of Finally, he cried like a child again.

"It's really difficult to be alive." Okita was stunned for a moment, then smiled helplessly. "Just seize the day."

Who is not?

Send the drunken Shinpachi to Tomoko, settle him down with Tomoko, and give him a few hangover pills that Qing Luo used to understand his hangover and headache, and then leave, Tomoko sent him When he reached the door, he suddenly asked, "Okita, my father..."

"Your father can't take refuge in Miyabe Kanzo now, and has gone to find another place to avoid the limelight." Okita said, "When I went with Shinpachi, he had already left and burned the house down."

"So..." Tomoko bowed deeply and said, "Thank you."

Then closed the door.

Okita looked at the starless night sky and suddenly missed Qing Luo very much.

"Qingluo..." He sighed, "I miss you so much..."

As long as we endure for two more days, we can see each other again.

On June [-]th, everything is ready, only the east wind is owed.

The location is a hotel called Ikedaya in Sanjo Bridge, Kyoto.

"Mr. Yoshida, this way please." The waiter respectfully invited Ruan Qingluo into the izakaya.

Yoshida Minoru, Kitato Jimo, Miyabe Kanzo, Otaka Matajiro, Ishikawa Junjiro, Sugiyama Matsu, and Matsuda Shigesuke were also on this list. When they saw her coming, they stood up one after another, and Qingluo returned the salute.

"Are you the teacher's son?" Yoshida Minoru asked.

"Yes." Ruan Qingluo responded generously. "It's been 5 years and it's a relief to see that the spirit of my father has not disappeared from this world."

"Teacher..." Yoshida Minoru also sighed, "I will definitely live up to the teacher's teachings."

The small talk continued.

Okita and the others are waiting for support. Not long ago, Qingluo confirmed the final plan, and notified Okita and the others, and decided to hold the final discussion in the izakaya.

The timing was fantastic.

Shuntaro Kotaka has been arrested, and a total of 34 people here are coming one after another—according to Qingluo, the anti-barbarian faction has a force of more than forty people, and some of the more famous anti-barbarians are even more difficult.

Moreover, Qingluo cannot intervene in this battle, and her reason is very simple, because it will cause a lot of unnecessary troubles.

The application for support was delayed, and out of consideration not to miss the opportunity, Isamu Kondo decided to rely on the Shinsengumi to fight alone.

Thirty-four individuals are approaching slowly and unobtrusively.

The fragrance of tea was wafting, Qingluo sat among a group of men, and began to brew tea slowly, her movements were smooth and casual, as if today's matter had nothing to do with her, even if there were people who were not used to it, it was also because of this movement It was so pleasing to the eye that I lost my words.

"Qing, what are you?" Gongbu Dingzang had no choice but to speak.

"Make tea." Qingluo said unhurriedly, while speaking, a cup of tea has been brewed, she held up the cup and looked at Gongbu, "Would you like a cup?"

"No need." Gongbu Kaizang said with a dark face, "I thought you were from the same way, but I didn't expect it to be like this."

"Well, I didn't think of it either, but didn't I say it at the beginning," Qing Luo said while sipping tea, "Everyone has their own way, and they are all walking their own way. Where the roads meet, otherwise there would be no connection."

"Then you are," Gongbu Kaizang asked, suppressing his anger.

"It is true that my path has intersected with you before, but the part that intersects now is almost over." Qingluo said leisurely, "In other words, the fate is about to come to an end."

Suddenly there was a discordant noise outside the izakaya, and an ominous premonition gradually emerged in Miyabe Kanzo's heart. He looked at Qingluo, frowned, and said, "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Qing Luo smiled, "Everyone has their own experience."

"Since the journey is over, why do you stay here to make tea?" Gongbu Kaizang asked.

"Since everything has to have a beginning and an end," Qingluo still had that casual attitude, "then a scene should naturally have to see the end, right?"

The noise outside the house was getting louder and louder, and when they all stood up with knives, they were already surrounded.

"It's you!" Gongbu Kanzang looked at Qingluo with tearing eyes.

"It's me." Qingluo admitted frankly.

"Why." Gongbu Kaizang said.

"I've already said it before," Qing Luo said, as she was pouring her second cup of tea, "The only roads that can walk side by side with you are the roads facing the same direction, and the only way to have intersections is to say, The direction of the road is simply different.”

"So that's how it is." Gongbu Dingzang suddenly realized, and said with a wry smile, "It was me who was stupid and failed to figure it out, which caused such a catastrophe."

Then, in the midst of the rebellion, he desperately covered Gui Xiaowulang's escape, and then committed seppuku to his companion who had suffered catastrophe because of his credulity while being seriously injured.

While everyone was fighting, Qing Luo was still making and drinking tea in an orderly manner.

The room was full of blood and slaughter, but the corner where she was alone was filled with the fragrance of tea, as if she had completely left the room.

The tea has been brewed to the third cup.

But this third cup, I couldn't drink it anymore.

When Qingluo picked up the teacup for the third time, Mr. Okita felt a sweetness in his throat and black eyes, so he just fell down.

And the teacup in Qingluo's hand finally fell down.

The author has something to say: _(:з」∠)_So don’t steal a drink behind your wife’s back if you’re fine, you know!

A bunch of bento was sent out by me. . . . ORZ

Well, just a few more posts and it's over.

I really am a bento maniac_(:з」∠)_

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