As we all know, winding zero is a human being

Life is always a wonderful thing. The awe left in people's hearts by the great fire in Kyoto a few years ago gradually dissipated, and the nobles who enjoyed the flowers and outings went out and had fun in this most suitable season as usual.

The recent anecdote among the nobles is that the second son of Ubuyashiki, Yoya Ubuyashiki, who is always brought by the wife of Ubuyashiki to participate in the banquet, this child was born after the fire that year, and now he is eight years old.

The maternity house Shiki Yoya is different from his elder brother, Young Master Yoya is a very healthy child, knowledgeable and gentle, he is gentle with others, and once in a while, he heard a servant whispering in the mansion:

"Obviously they have the same father and mother, why are the tempers of the two young masters so different?"

"Good question, how about I ask Master Tsujiya in person for you?"

The servants who saw him approaching hurriedly dispersed.

Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou didn't like knowing that he had met Master Yangzai, but if Master Yangzai came to him by himself, he couldn't shirk it.

For example, this time, young master Yangzai with straight hair suddenly sat on the bench in the small kitchen with a smile at some point, Sakurano also felt a little at a loss for his arrival.

"Don't be so nervous, I just want to know...why Brother Tsujiya doesn't like me, and always stops me to come and play with you."

The child's tone couldn't hide his loneliness, and his appearance, which was almost the same as that of Oni Wu Tsuji Muyou, made Zero Kan shake his head.

How did he meet Young Master Yangzai?

It was a sunny afternoon, and Master Yangzai, who wanted to get close to his brother, saw himself practicing swordsmanship in the wooden and stone garden.

Children always lack awareness of dangerous items such as swords. Zero had time to put away his knife when Young Master Yangzai rushed over, and Onimai Tsuji, who was sitting in the house with a teacup, looked at him with a black face. Young Master Yangzai hugged his thigh straight.

"I won't speculate on what the young master thinks. Master Tsujiya doesn't allow me to contact you. Please understand my work. Let's keep a little distance?"

Only a child like Young Master Yangzai nodded half-understanding, and Sakura behind him made a face at Zero, obviously knowing the reason behind this set of rhetoric.

Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou doesn't like others to get involved in his belongings, even if he is a blood-related brother, he has never shown a good face.

What's more, there are always rumors that everything that he, a frail and sick son-in-law who can't live to survive the age of 20, has, will sooner or later be the obstetric house.

"But... they all said, brother Tsujiya treats you very badly, why doesn't Zero want to follow me?"

"If Zero wants to become a samurai, I will ask my father to find a very powerful swordsman for Zero. Zero will not have to do these chores, as long as he practices swordsmanship every day."

He didn't know people's suffering, he had no right or wrong words, and he was holding the medicine bowl he wanted to send to Onimai Tsuji. When he heard these words, he knew that the child might be young and unintentional, but through the pure appearance, he was a nobleman after all.

"Master Yangzai, please be careful with your words."

Zero was a little confused about how he viewed Onimai Tsuji, from the beginning as a necessary target for survival, to now taking care of the boy who has been with him for seven or eight years.

The 16-year-old Tsujiya has inherited the so-called aristocratic style passed down from generation to generation by the Ubuyashiki family. He just sits there, and countless beautiful words can be piled up on him.

If he hadn't been seriously ill, he wouldn't be alone until now.

Dabbing a little decoction on his fingertips with his fingers, Zero suddenly felt a little angry and put his fingers on Yuya Shiki's lips.

He watched Young Master Yangzai lick his lips subconsciously and then wrinkled his face, admiring his embarrassment of searching for water all over the room.

"This is the decoction that Master Tsujiya has been taking every day since he was born."

"Young Master Yangzai, please don't come close to me anymore. Madam is also worried that you will get sick. Please don't make things difficult for us."

Zero didn't worry that he might be punished at all, he threw young master Yangzai in the kitchen, and he took the tray and walked to the courtyard that he was no longer familiar with.

The branches of the loquat tree in the courtyard are like a cover, and small flowers covered with fine down grow out of the dark green leaves.

The tree species that came across the ocean from the Tang Dynasty grew very well in this courtyard. A few years ago, Ling planted it by himself. He reckoned that he would be able to eat sweet loquats this year.

The leaves and flowers of loquat can also be boiled into a decoction for relieving cough and asthma. Master Tsujiya will not refuse the sweet taste, right?

"Why did it come so slowly today?" Guiwu Tsuji Wumi just finished his morning meal, casually admiring the picture scroll delivered a few days ago.

While flipping through the thin paper in his hand, he threw a piece of jerky into his mouth, and he did not refuse the snack that Zero sneakily stuffed for him. Jerky sprinkled with pepper and other heavy spices was better than dessert It suits him.

Zero didn't hide the fact that a young master suddenly popped up in the kitchen, it would be more comfortable to confess to Gui Wu Tsuji than to take revenge and settle old scores.

Guiwu Tsuji Wucan sneered: "You know how to buy people's hearts at such a young age?"

Rather, he felt that the young master might just miss him such a playmate who could practice swordsmanship in front of him, Zero shrugged indifferently, he wasn't interested in playing house with children either.

After a lot of difficulty, Master Tsujiya grew up, and he was not sure if he had the patience to let him take care of a child.

"When Master Tsujiya has your own child in the future, I don't mind playing around with him."

"...I really can't see you clearly these days, what is in your head?!"

Looking at Guiwu Tsuji Wumi with a smile on his face, he seemed to be a little bit annoyed. He knew about the puberty of a teenager. Whether it is the traditional marriage of the Yashiki family, or the popular marriage of visiting wives in today's era, it is not a problem for Onimai Tsuji.

[Is the host serious? It seems that if you bind a new host in the future, you must first prepare a psychological counseling course for the host. ]

Ling accompanied Guiwu Tsuji Wumi to pour tea for him, and communicated with the system very skillfully: "Is this serious or not? Although my purpose of approaching him at the beginning was not pure, but let me accompany him." He will leave directly after ten years... I can't do it."

The favorability of achieving the goal of the strategy has already met the minimum requirements. Logically speaking, he only needs to wait quietly for another two years before he can successfully retire.

It's just... Ten years is really too long a number for Zero, who is almost equal to the time spent lying in a hospital bed.

"In short, as long as the conditions for completing the task are met, I should be able to live in this era forever, right?"

I feel that it is a bit pretentious and strange to use the description of being with Guiwu Tsuji Wumi, so I changed the term and felt that it was okay.

[... Reasonable, this is actually a hidden clause of the system, as long as the host is not tired of playing the Sims game, the host can control the time as he pleases. ]

[Time is just a number to the will of eight trillion worlds. ]

"Great!"

Maybe he was overjoyed, and Zero covered his mouth only to realize that he seemed to have yelled directly. Guiwu Tsuji's suspicious eyes circled around him. He twirled a book with his hand, and patted Zero on the forehead.

The little servant smiled and didn't take it seriously, with a few strands of hair tied into a ponytail hanging on his shoulders, it was much more free and beautiful than the stereotyped lady in the picture book.

"Yeah, is it the picture album that the Patriarch sent you? Does Master Tsujiya have someone he likes? Can I go and inspect it for you?"

"Is this what makes you so happy?"

The noble girls in the picture book were rejected one by one under Oni Wu Tsuji's critical gaze, but Zero enthusiastically gave him an analysis. For some reason, the more he listened, the more irritable he became. The one or two-year-old servant came to a conclusion in his own mind.

His little attendant is thinking of spring.

Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou suggested as if casually: "You always get very close to that... Sakurano in the kitchen, and you are so interested in running around for this kind of thing, why don't you think more about your own affairs?" a bit?"

"If you beg me...it's not like I won't agree."

Hearing what he said, Ling felt that this kind of problem was thrown back on him, and the joy of watching his peers being urged to marry by their parents suddenly disappeared.

Seeing others in trouble is the real happiness, but it's your turn...

He scratched his hair in embarrassment: "I always see Ying Ye as my younger sister, isn't it too early for this kind of thing?"

It's very interesting to play galgames, but with 0 real love experience, once he really encounters this kind of thing, he will still be a mess, and he is really sincere.

Oni Wu Tsuji nodded indifferently, and Zero didn't dare to continue on such a dangerous topic. Traditional arts are always very useful to change the topic.

"I heard that Genji has summoned many famous Onmyouji masters today, as if preparing for a crusade..."

Zero vividly talked about the anecdotes he heard from the outside and circulated in the capital. He could always tell plain and boring stories like a bright moon in the water and a delicate flower in his heart. Luo Zhong shuttled, and finally stopped under the leaves dripping with dew.

He knew that his young master always seemed to be unable to wipe away the anger between his brows, just because this world trapped him in a cage.

He can come up with wonderful waka at his fingertips, and the wind, flowers, snow and moon are not in his eyes.

"Shikigami? Interesting."

He slowly picks up the words and chews them, and only when he hears the content that suits his heart, he condescends to cast his gaze.

He loves to hear his stories.