God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

"Oiran is on the way!"

"It's Fujihime from Fujiya, there's a new big customer here today," the prodigal who has been here for a long time glanced at the words on the paper umbrella from the window, and said nonchalantly, "Beauty is beautiful, but it's still missing If you are really a noble and romantic guest, you should invite Mr. Obscure from the Red Leaf House..."

"Mr. Lu's request is too high, how dare the people in Yangwu call her casually, what will happen if she can't get off the stage?"

The man on the side laughed and answered.

"Speaking of which, is there another person who wants to redeem himself for Mr. Obscure..."

"It's a big mess. No one knows about Takaya Kira Uenosuke now. That kind of death... Could it be that the ghost is really responsible?"

"……No way……"

The team of more than 20 people was divided into two columns, surrounded by Taifu in the middle, and walked slowly towards the destination.

The people around were noisy, rushing out from the shops on both sides of the street to see the grand scene in Huakui Road, but Fujihime looked cold and didn't want to say a word in a bad mood.

It's always like this, when she meets an upstart who doesn't know the details, she will let herself go to receive it. It's not that she doesn't know how others laugh at her, saying that it's her turn to be the one who doesn't like it—hateful!

I don't know what's so good about being as sick as Obscure, and they all praised her for having a self-pitying temperament. In the end, all the people who wanted to redeem her died. I was afraid that the news would leak. Not over.

Everyone should see her true colors!

Fujihime thought angrily, but trembled unconsciously, not daring to think of that terrible memory again.

"Fujihime, wait a moment," the proprietress successfully blocked Fujihime at the door, "Today's guest is unusual, his retainers are all real warriors, and I am also a master of music theory, a handsome gentleman , don't play petty temper, you know?"

"A master of music theory?" Knowing that the proprietress can say that a point is worth ten in places other than money, Fujihime doesn't care about the description of handsome face-it probably means that she can see it, but she is just curious about this description.

The proprietress briefly talked about playing the shamisen just now, and asked worriedly: "Aren't you always unconvinced? This time I gave you a chance. You must let him be fascinated by you. Yes...he must be of noble birth, you have to find out."

Only then did Fujihime become interested, and nodded, feeling much better than when she went out.

These grand husbands do not only live on the money of benefactors. One of the important tasks given to them by the shogunate is to inquire about news. When men are here, they will always be unable to control their hands and mouths.

"Can this drug be sold openly?"

"Yes, here, the sales will be very good...so I specially prepared more."

Smiling Qing Jiang has already moved to the side of the drug seller, watching him open the box layer by layer to introduce the contents inside.

The reason is that Owaki Zai watched the play for a while and then turned to ask the drug seller, "What else is in the box besides the sword?" As a result, the other party started to sell it to him very readily.

"Well... Although I don't need it, but..."

Owaki Cha came to Yakuro's ear and whispered to him.

"...I can't see it at all," Yaolang tilted his head and looked at Xiaohuwan after listening, the implied look made the fox's fur almost explode, "However, if this is the case, I suggest starting from here ..."

He opened another drawer and took out a few books from it.

"This is... a painting. The painting style is euphemistic and subtle. It is very rare. It is a rare book."

"Yeah, um," Owaki Tsubasa turned and nodded, "This kind is more suitable for him..."

"Don't mess around."

The judge flicked his forehead with his fingers, and said softly: "If he wants to know, he will naturally understand."

"I think it's better to be prepared," Smiling Qing Jiang showed Jing Mo a copy, "It feels good."

...If I watched this type at noon, maybe the impact would be a little less.

The examiner is hesitant to keep it as a teaching material, in case it is still useful...

While he didn't object, Owaki quickly handed the book to the shikigami boy, who was stunned for a moment, silently put the things into the box, and then locked it up.

"Don't scare him with this kind of thing." Seeing that the deal has been completed, the judge can only remind Qing Jiang, "He is different from you in this respect."

"Are you worried about him? Don't worry, I'm not Mikazuki," Owaki inserted five fingers into his hair and straightened his hair, "However, don't be too partial."

Jing Mo smiled helplessly and shook his head: "Everyone thinks I'm biased, so why don't the people who are really biased come out and speak up?"

"That's true," Owaki Osa actually thought about it seriously, "I think it would be nice to have a deeper color, but maybe some people are favored and don't realize it, so that's not okay. .”

He swept his eyes down and looked at each of them one by one, as if he was about to show murderous intent.

"Okay," the god judge laughed, and then straightened his hair with his movements, "I see that you haven't missed a day in the dojo, and you haven't reached a conclusion yet?"

"...It's very difficult because you are too sentimental," Owaki Tsubasa was slightly stunned by the touch on his head, but he quickly relaxed his shoulders, "No one wants to admit defeat—isn't this a matter of course? ?”

"It's all my fault." The judge apologized kindly, feeling that this sentence appeared a little more frequently recently.

"Hmph, even though you say that, as long as you can show a smile, it's fine." Smiling Qingjiang raised his head and let him comb it, and reminded lazily, "If you get too close to me, you can easily get seriously injured. You Remember."

"Okay, okay." The interrogator agreed indifferently.

"You guys, what's the relationship..." Yao Lang took out a small incense burner from the cage, scraped some powder from different incense pills in a box beside him, and said while mixing the incense, "It's very interesting..."

"What does Yakuro think about our relationship?" The judge patiently untied Owaki's entangled hair from the rush, then stretched out his hand to hold down one of the spices, and shook his head at Yakuro.

"Now...you can't see it yet," Yao Lang looked at his face for a while, then took the scent back, "but it's getting more and more curious."

Jingliuli's repertoire happened to come to an end. After the Taifu chanted the last line, he bent down together with the luthier and puppeteer, and the sliding door was slowly closed, separating the two rooms.

"Someone is coming," Qing Jiang tilted his head slightly, "there is a huge force."

The inquisitor had already covered the room with a layer of spiritual power, making it difficult for people outside to hear the content of the conversation in the room, but this did not affect the transmission of sounds from outside.

The movement of more than a dozen people walking together on the corridor was very noisy. It seemed that people in the houses in the distance kept opening the door to look out. The sound was slowly approaching this way, and the purpose should be here.

"It should be the proprietress who brought the girl here." Jing Mo poured himself a glass of wine, "Hasebu was very generous just now, if he doesn't come again, it can be considered neglect."

"She actually brought someone here on her own initiative..." Hasebe said with mixed feelings. He was glad that this place seemed to be a decent place before.

"When you come here, you will be accompanied by a girl by default," the judge laughed. "If you give her so many small sentences, it's equivalent to saying 'you can't do it without bringing a husband'."

"Taifu?" Xiaohuwan asked strangely. He looked at the place across the door. The singer just now was also called Taifu. Is it another kind of performance?

"Taifu is also a synonym for the most beautiful woman here," the judge explained to this curious baby. "It's not the same as the Taifu among the artists, and it's not easy to win Taifu's favor."

Xiaohumaru half understood, with a puzzled look on his face, but the others were not much better than him, no matter how many anecdotes he had heard, it was the first time he had actually seen these treasured swords inside Yoshihara.

At this time, the proprietress came in again, followed by Yangwu's attendants, holding a new long table in their hands.

"My lord, Mrs. Fujiki is about to arrive." The proprietress carefully observed the faces of the guests and was relieved when she found that they did not show displeasure. "Please allow the attendants to decorate the room."

...is there another table to add?

Hasebe thought about it, and felt that this room was getting smaller and smaller—in fact, it was more than three times larger than their room in the hotel in the city. As a result, he watched the attendants carry the long table and walked forward, and took the main seat. Put it down, and then moved the interrogator and their long legs down some distance in turn.

what? !

Da Dao stood up with a sullen face, and the air-conditioning beside him was more abundant than the courtyard outside at that moment.

The attendant who carried the table for him knelt down at that moment, and the proprietress's heart was pounding and she couldn't speak. She could see clearly just now that when the man stood up, his hands moved towards his waist, which was obviously intended to He drew the knife but found nothing.

"What does this mean?" Hasebe looked at the proprietress with a sullen face, "You actually let the master take the lower position?"

It would be fine if he had prioritized the priority from the beginning, but he couldn't bear to let the master shy away from someone who didn't know what was special before meeting him.

"This... This is Yoshiwara's custom, my lord," the proprietress's usually dexterous tongue was knotted at the moment, and she didn't know how to explain it. Always like this……"

"Changgubu, do as the Romans do, it's not what you think, it's respect for women," Jing Mo knocked on the table, reminding himself not to continue to scare ordinary humans with swords, "Go ahead and clean up."

The attendants arranged the things in the house at the speed of light, and then slipped away without the slightest sound from the proprietress.

"...for the first time."

"Yoshihara, of course the Taifu is sitting at the top..."

The word "bumpkin" rolled on the tongues of the attendants a few times, but they couldn't say it after all.

"That young master has a pretty good temper..."

"Don't say a few words. Be more careful when serving. If you are cut off, you can only let your parents come to collect the body." The proprietress warned them with a very bad face. It's not to arouse the desire of these benefactors to conquer, the more they put on an unattainable look, the more they want to get up.

After all, this is just Yoshiwara.

"In Yoshihara, women are in the top position, and tourists are in the bottom position. It has a completely different meaning from the seating order outside. Hasebe doesn't need to look at this matter with samurai etiquette." A few sighs, "For them, this does not represent the final dignity."

Hasebe pursed his lips to accept this statement, but he didn't feel that he just made a fuss out of a molehill. He saw the proprietress's intentions of probing several times, so it would be good if he could take the opportunity to warn her.

"Hahaha, as the saying goes, Hasebe's performance just now is very in line with the identity of the master who humiliated the minister to death," San Riyue unfolded the folding fan and smiled, "This is also to show our attitude. After all, we can't let complete strangers be so easy. approaching our lord."

After he finished speaking, he smiled softly at the drug seller. An ordinary person would have to stay for a while, but the other party was unmoved, but slowly turned his eyes away to see the expressions of other people.

"The Taifu will only sit in her seat, and will not come close." The judge explained the customs of Yoshihara to the Fusangshen. "Tonight is the first time we meet. If you don't want to associate with me, She'll turn her head and leave, and just have a drink if she wants to."

"That's it." Candlestick said reassuringly, "That's good."

Although he immediately realized that his tone was not right, it was too late.

The judge looked at him with a half-smile: "What is Guangzhong worried about?"

"No... just..." Taidao who was suddenly tortured looked sideways at the others, hoping to get some help, but everyone became very interested in the wine in the glass for a moment, and no one met his eyes.

"Are you worried about me—sacrificing a lot for the mission?" the interrogator asked softly.

"Uh..." Although you are right, I absolutely cannot admit it...

Taidao, who felt that he was about to be dealt with badly, suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "It's just that you always feel that you are still young, so you can't help but have unnecessary worries. Time flies so fast."

It's quite fast, it's only three days away from the three-headed body of the God Judge, which is completely reasonable!

"Is that so?" The interrogator chuckled, and stopped pursuing this question for the time being, letting go of Taidao who was obviously nervous.

"The first time we met we only drank, what about the second time?" Xiaohumaru asked curiously.

"It's the same for the second time, except that the distance between the seats will be closer," Jing Mo said patiently, "until she is willing to dine at the same table with me, this temptation before dating is over."

The big fox nodded, thinking about how to hurry up and complete the task. At this moment, his voice was consistent with Hasebe's.

In short, the master cannot be sacrificed. If it is really too late, let the three-day moon/candlestick make a sacrifice.

The author has something to say: Xiaohumaru & Hasebe: What?stepmother?No stepmother, absolutely not!Anyone can sacrifice for the mission...

Sanriyue & Candlestick Qie: ... I feel a chill behind my back for no reason

Today is another day of overtime... But I finished writing ahead of time XD