[Comprehensive] Comb girl

Ah Ding nestled in Sanriyue's arms, not daring to move.

One is because of the ghost story, and the other is because of the embrace of Sanriyue.

Hugged by an unfamiliar man, Ah Ding didn't have any thoughts of "boredom" or "struggle".She is just a hair comber who has never stepped out of the country. In her perception, nobles and warriors exist like heaven.

It's good to be able to live, why care about other things?

A big man like Sanriyuedian must exist like a "general".If he wanted to get a woman, that humble maid could only thank her for her pity.

Sanri Yue Zongjin stroked her back slowly, and said with a smile: "It looks like she was really frightened. It's my fault. I shouldn't have told you ghost stories."

Teaching continues.

Ah Ding's newly forged sword will be out of the oven in more than three hours.Ah Ding didn't know how long the "hour" was, but only after hearing San Riyue say "it's almost time" did he realize that the new knife should be finished.

"Can I go and have a look?" Ah Ding was a little expectant, "Is it the sword I forged myself?"

"...Ah, please forgive me for being rude." San Riyue stroked the top of the woman's hair, and politely declined, "This matter is not suitable for you, the Lord just needs to wait here."

"Is that so?" Ah Ding nodded, "I'll follow your orders."

"Although I taught the master how to forge, and I will teach the master how to organize formations and other matters in the future, I think it is enough for the master to understand a little bit." Sanriyue's tone was very gentle, like rain flooding a lotus pond, but his like There is a deep meaning in the crescent-like crooked eyes, "All the tasks in this book are entrusted to us to complete. The master only needs to sit here and enjoy the pampering."

- No need to touch anything.

- No need to complete any tasks.

It's like a beautiful puppet and vase, placed in the center of the room for people to appreciate, that's enough.

Ah Ding didn't notice anything wrong.

She nodded, and there was a trace of guilt and gratitude in her voice: "Sanriyuedian treated me...so kind. I don't know anything, and I have to trouble Sanriyuedian and everyone to do it myself. I am a drag on you."

Sanriyue didn't answer, but stroked Ah Ding's forehead again, and stepped out of the room.

He told California Qingguang to take good care of the Lord's daily life, and then walked towards the knife forging room.The sword man who was summoned to this world and endowed with a body has already put on a formal suit, and is waiting respectfully in the hall of the eight stacks.

The man had short water-blue hair, a handsome and well-groomed figure, and a straight suit that looked like a mix of military uniform and dress, which made his figure even more perfect and slender.

"I'm a one-stage one-shine. Yoshimitsu Awataguchi's one and only too...huh?"

In the middle of the first episode, I found out that something was wrong.

The person who came to meet him was not Honmaru's master, but another sword, Mikazuki Zongjin.

This is really strange.

"Excuse me, where is the master who summoned me?" Yiqi Yizhen asked politely with a soft smile.

"She won't come." San Riyue said slowly, "You won't see her in the future either. Here, you just need to follow your heart."

The first phase was stunned for a moment, and asked: "What does this mean? I was given a form by the lord and summoned to Honmaru. Isn't it to protect history?"

"Ah, we are a little bit special here." Sanriyue explained, "Things like 'rules' have been abolished for a long time. The so-called 'history' is just something modified according to everyone's likes and dislikes, so you don't have to worry about it. "

After all, San Riyue's eyes slightly closed.

The first episode in front of me...

It is a pure, sharp sword.

Not infected with any dark breath, it is different from all the swords here.

It is also completely different from Sanriyue.

"Then, my lord..." Yiqi asked with a frown.

"I told you," Sanriyue laughed, "you won't see her."

***

After Sanriyue left, California Qingguang opened the door and entered.Ah Ding was still sitting in front of the low table flipping through the picture book, the numbers on the top of the picture book are very obvious.

"He... told you a ghost story?" California fiddled with her red nails, her tone was a bit strange, "What, I am obviously the servant, but San Riyue looks like the closest person to the lord..."

This handsome young man seemed to be somewhat resentful of being unloved.A Ding saw it, and said, "Sorry, Mr. California, I don't know what to ask my servant to do. Sanriyuedian said, I don't need to do anything, just sit here..."

As he said that, he seemed to show a bit of guilt.

After hearing this, California was a little surprised.

Asking her to do nothing, wouldn't it make Ah Ding lose the meaning of being a god judge?

This is an affront to the dignity of any man with a heart.California can't imagine any warrior or aristocrat feeling guilty for being powerless and doing nothing.

"That's what San Riyue told you?" he asked, "Did you promise him?"

"Yeah." Ah Ding nodded, with a layer of happiness in his eyes, "After all, Sanriyuedian is such a gentle and kind person. He has been... helping me... right?"

When California Qingguang saw her innocent appearance, he became very angry.

How could she believe everyone!

"Oh, that's the case." California Qingguang snorted coldly, "Then it's the same if you are asked to go to the kitchen to cook and fetch water to scrub the floor. Anyway, you don't know how to do the work of a god judge. What did Sanriyue want you to do?" If you don't do it, you agree, then it's better to do housework and share Honmaru's worries."

After all, California Qingguang left on his own.

***

It rained in the afternoon, and the rain washed the leaves in the courtyard green.From noon to evening, the sound of pattering rain did not stop.In the evening, California Qingguang thought of his duties as a servant, and went to the master's room again.

slam-la-

There seemed to be the sound of wringing water.

California was a little strange, so he quickened his pace.

Who is bothering the Lord to rest?

Turning the corner, he saw a surprising scene.Ah Ding was wearing the clothes she had brought with Honmaru—an old kimono that had been washed white, the cuffs rolled up to her shoulders, fastened neatly with a red tie—she squatted in front of her room door, feet A wooden bucket full of water was placed beside it.

She washed a towel in water and wrung it dry.After touching the sweat on his forehead, he wiped the floor.

"You..." California couldn't believe his eyes.

He casually said, "It's better to do housework and share Honmaru's worries." Unexpectedly, this guy actually wiped the floor honestly!

"What are you doing?" California stepped in front of her, moved the barrel away, and asked, "Do you still remember that you are the lord?"

Ah Ding knelt at his feet, with confusion in his eyes: "I just thought, this way I can help a little..."

"I told you to do it, and you did it? Aren't you going to get angry? I've already said that." California bent down, a strand of black hair fell from his ear, "I let a judge Aren't you angry for doing what a slave would do?"

Ah Ding is still very puzzled: "Why are you angry?" She paused, showing a soft smile, "It's better to say that although I am very scared, here in Honmaru, I have the feeling of being a 'human' for the first time. Being valued It tastes so good. Why should I be angry about it?"

"..." California Qingguang was speechless.

Ah Ting straightened the loose hair around his ears, lowered his eyes, and said in a respectful tone: "Although I don't need to eat, everyone will provide me with rich meals. I can take a hot bath every day, and the room is very big , and beautiful new clothes and shoes to wear. Don’t worry about starving, drowning, or being beaten to death..."

"Ah, I never thought that one day, I would be able to live such a happy life." A Ding said.

California was silent.After a long time, he sighed and said, "I'm just talking in anger. You are the lord, so you don't need to do these housework."

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay to be idle anyway." Ah Ding continued to wash the towels with a smile.

"I told you to stand up!" California Qingguang was a little angry, "Take good care of your hands!"

A Ding shrank, and involuntarily hid his hands with calluses and black old sores behind his back, and said in his mouth: "It's embarrassing to live and eat for free, just let me do something for you." ..."

"Get up." California Qingguang raised her cuffs and pulled her up in a calm voice.

"Master California..." Ah Ding's eyes seemed a little flustered.It was only then that Jia Qingguang realized that he seemed to be too close to his lord—the snow-colored skin of the lord was so close, as if he could touch it with just a slight tilt of his head.

He frowned, and there was a hint of emotion in his beautiful red eyes that Ah Ding couldn't understand.

"I don't need to do these chores in the future." California Qingguang stretched out his arms and hugged her, "You are no longer that little maid, but our lord. ... It's that kind, it can be because I'm not enough cute and likable' and gave up my existence."

Hearing this, Ah Ding was slightly taken aback.

The rain was rustling, dripping from the eaves, interweaving into a rain curtain.She wanted to pat California on the back, but she was afraid that her hands would stain California's cheap clothes, so she rubbed his shoulder with her sleeve instead, and said, "Don't worry, I won't abandon California." grown-ups."

The sound is also soft.

California Qingguang's eyes flickered for a moment, and then he hugged the hostess even tighter.