As we all know, winding zero is a human being

"Afeng, do you think there are ghosts in this world?"

I can't tell the name but the nice smelling incense floats in the room. The maid, Afeng, is dyeing the clothes that Ling is about to wear to meet the king. Hearing this question, she paused her hand smoothing the cloth, and raised her head in doubt: "Ling Why did the young master suddenly ask such a question?"

"As far as I know... there should be some."

"In the village where I used to live, the old people like to put a sachet containing wisteria flowers in the house. It is said that it can be used to drive away ghosts like the imperial guard, but I don't really believe it. Wisteria flowers and ghosts can be seen everywhere. What does it matter?"

Ling fiddled with the incense burner absent-mindedly, and white smoke gushed out from his fingertips.

White smoke floated upwards, like the misty clouds that could be seen in the courtyard of Heianjing.

He just started this topic. He met a ghost once and successfully killed the ghost with the sun. He didn't need to prove the existence of ghosts. The ensuing questions made it hard for him not to think about it.

As the king of ghosts, Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi also existed in this era, and they are likely to have crossed each other.

Covering his thumping heartbeat, Zero asked with mixed feelings: "Have any visitors come to your home recently? The kind of visitors who have entered the study?"

Afeng is already used to his jumping topics: "Most of the visitors are samurai families who are nearby. If they have been in the study... Ah, when Miss Yueji was still there, she often went to the study to read, and she stayed all night."

"Miss Yueji? My sister-in-law?"

Zero suddenly felt that the development of the matter was not good: "What does she look like?"

No way, it's not really what he thinks, is that the way?

"Qing and beautiful, she is quite a charming beauty." A Feng thought for a while, "I remember that there should be portraits of her and Young Master Man at home, would you like to take a look?"

Zero nodded hastily, he couldn't even wait for Afeng to bring the portrait into the room, so he went with her to Shitouman's room.

The room belonging to his elder brother was the same as before, but layers of thick gauze curtains were installed behind the casements, so that the sunlight was just right, but the whole room still looked a little dark.

He opened the gauze curtain, and the sunlight shone through the fine dust on the thin portrait, making him forget to breathe.

"...What a wild way, Mr. Tsujiya."

In the portrait, a girl in purple sleeves sits quietly under the candlelight. She is looking up at the direction of the painter, with a distant smile in her plum red eyes.

In the maid's previous few words, it seems that she is indeed missing a million points by using Qing Wanxiu to describe her. Her long black hair is gracefully tied behind her head, and her curly black hair is left on the sides of her face. Her skin is as white as suet. Meiyu, the saying that her skin is as firm as fat may have been born for her.

...Don't ask why a painting in blue and green ink can make Zero Brain make up so many things. It's really that the beauty in the portrait overlaps too much with the ghost Wu Tsuji in his memory.

Is this really reasonable.

It really doesn't make sense.

"My elder brother...no, father..."

He felt that his thoughts were a bit confused. Once these things were connected in series, there were many neglected details that immediately became extremely frightening.

The disease of not being able to see the light is the excuse of Oni Wu Tsuji as a ghost, and the arrangement of the books in the study is a habit he has developed all along.

Zero hurriedly asked as if wanting to confirm something: "The system, you said earlier that the appearance of me and Shi Touman will take a deviation value? How to calculate this deviation value?"

[Uh, when others see Touman, they will feel like the host, and when others see the host, they will feel like Touman. If you two stand together, it will be a face. ]

Oh, it's over.

The life and death of his father has become a mystery to Schrödinger. As for his elder brother, it is impossible for him to elope and leave home.

Zero didn't think that Oni Wu Tsuji could have any obsession with him.

They are the relationship between the lord and the subordinates, and that line may not be clear in the flickering lights of Heian capital, or it may be said that both parties are deliberately blurring the overly intimate touch.

He would light a candle in the dark room and wait for his Master Tsujiya to come home, while Ghost Dance Tsuji Wumi...he didn't hate having himself by his side.

Zero is not a greedy person, he is eager to have more time to see more people, but he may also end the contract in a beautiful world, and go through a complete life in the vicissitudes of life that rotates day and night .

Just like most people.

Not a lot, not forever, just a little bit.

Not counting for a long time, the feeling stripped from the fire of one's own heart like a cocoon is called liking.

A little liking won't turn into a solid rein.

As for his Master Tsujiya, no one seems to have taught him how to love someone.

Family affection is the product of blood links, friendship and love, he can't touch it.

The empty tome records other people's love affairs, he reads the volume of poems, he can only hold them in his hand, and then watch them flow away like gravel.

Zero could have done it.

But he gave too much, he piled everything up in front of Guiwu Tsuji Wuchan and let him choose.

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi is an adult, he chooses to have them all.

Such feelings are called possessiveness and paranoia. He regards himself as his property, and does not allow others to plunder him.

The ending of that life was not out of control, he died in the hands of the ghost created by Onimai Tsuji.

He watched his young master Tsujiya gradually become a ghost dancer Tsuji Wumi step by step, is this also his karmic retribution?

Oh, and a soul that seems hard to wash off after being dyed.

"That's why my elder brother... I hope you are all right."

[The host is old Hope Project. ]

"...So now in this script, apart from the current Jiguo Yansheng route, is there a hidden Gui Wu Tsuji no tragic route to get through?"

[The host should eat honestly, bite by bite. Tomorrow the host has to set off to join the team of the Jiguo family and go to Daigo City. ]

"But after seeing Master Tsujiya's women's clothing, I think I can do it again!"

[...Drip, the system is busy and offline. ]

In the dark and indoor room, his figure is half-illuminated, and belated and unspoken emotions are entwined on his tall body. He can't tell whether his current emotions are called joy or panic.

He's a fairly successful writer.

The script came true.

The blazing summer wind brings damp ripples along the river. Ling rides on the horse, and his subordinates carry the luggage and the gifts that need to be paid. The docile white horse walks without bumps. letterhead.

The teams of the two families kept a friendly and appropriate distance. Perhaps the itinerary was really boring. The strong black horse carried its owner galloping from the team of the successor family, and gradually slowed down after approaching.

The black horse and the white horse crossed their necks to greet each other, Ji Guoyan Sheng pulled his sleeves and pulled the reins, the young warrior looked at his friend he hadn't seen for a long time, he was about to say something but stopped on his lips.

Zero didn't notice his small movements, so he raised his head and greeted him.

"What are you looking at?" Ji Guoyan Sheng nodded. Seeing Ling put away the letter paper, he joked: "Sure enough, it's the same as what my subordinates said. There is a beautiful wife at home, so you don't remember other people?"

"...It's the letterhead of other friends! Yan Sheng!"

Zero wiped out the script coming out of his mind at [-] yards per hour.

What sister-in-law literature does not exist.

Just thinking of his young master Tsujiya taking such a wild path and becoming his sister-in-law, Zero would be awakened from his dream every night.

Why is this? Obviously he came first (X).

"Other friends? Well, I believe you." Ji Guoyan Sheng smiled knowingly. He watched Ling take out his pen and ink and simply replied to the letter. After seeing his signature, he drew a few small patterns, some kind of The doubt that plagued him reappeared.

The soft lines are quite different from all the meticulous paintings he has seen, and the charm of the lines does not match anywhere, which allows him to clearly identify the content of the painting.

He was thoughtful: "You can also draw."

"...Isn't that so." After finishing the reply letter to Mio, Zero Jiang looked down at the pen and ink that was painted for the children like a series of easter eggs, and suddenly thought of the one he had painted for Ji Guoyan Sheng Xiaojian.

Don't panic, he also taught Lizi this move, so it shouldn't become a flaw!

But looking at Jiguo Yansheng's clear but serious face, he can show some aftertaste when he mentioned painting, it seems that his painting skills are not as bad as Master Tsujiya said!

"Speaking of which, how is Zero doing?" He preemptively raised his greetings, and Zero felt that there should be nothing wrong with his question.

He also used his own words to write a few letters to Shi Tou Lizi in the name of Shi Touman, but there were only a few replies from Lizi, and the inside and outside of the words were all sparse and ordinary words, as if he did not see his letters Chinese voice overtones.

Mio would write in her letter that the seedlings in their rice fields were growing taller day by day, Xiao Zhu and the others would go to the fields to look at them in the middle of the night, and they would come home covered in mud, and they had to wash their clothes overnight, and then On the second day, Mio gave him a good lesson while wearing wet clothes.

Teacher Yuanyi will also write letters to him, and while he is writing, the poems will be said aside, the letters sent by the young couple are always the longest one, and Shitou’s messenger can always get a lunch at their home or dinner.

In private, the messenger even talked to him once in embarrassment, full of admiration for the craftsmanship of poetry.

"Of course I won't treat Ling Zi badly." Ji Guoyan Sheng rubbed his nose, showing a rare expression of embarrassment and joy, "The doctor in the mansion told me before this trip, Zero is pregnant."

"……Congratulations."

No, this name paired with what Ji Guoyan Sheng said, made his stomach ache.