The perfect substitute

"So you are Yongquan...cough, brother? I...don't say anything about your highness, you can just call me Tengji. It's a pity that I don't have a name, otherwise..." Make a sad and lonely expression at the right time, Fujihime, who forced out a smile and pretended to be strong, made Yongquan, who had just been promoted to "brother and lord", feel a pity in his heart.

"Fujiji... I have wronged you." In my impression, when the emperor brother decided to exterminate the Star Clan, he was about to leave the palace to avoid the disputes in the palace. He doesn't care much about the affairs of the court. Now that he thinks about it... At that time, he was too selfish. Sometimes he thought that he was doing a good job, but he unintentionally caused great harm to others. If he could speak out at the beginning, perhaps , the Star Clan, Fujihime, would not have fallen into such a bleak end.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for what happened back then...on behalf of the emperor..." Yongquan looked at Fujiji who was still a child, staring at her pale but smiling face, feeling a burst of intolerance and pity in his heart, prompting He hugged Fujiji impulsively, stroked her naked hair gently, and said with a faint sigh and guilt.

Suddenly fell into a quiet embrace, as if still carrying the morning dew, it was so fresh and refreshing, the faint and elegant fragrance of flowers made Fujihime, who had been immersed in court life for many years, unconsciously twitch her small nose, eyes and With a red face, she raised her watery purple eyes from Yongquan's not generous but extremely gentle embrace, and asked, "Brother Yongquan, you smell really good."

"... Cough... Does Fujiji like this kind of incense?" Yongquan opened his eyes wide in surprise, and looked straight into Fujiji's clear eyes. Seeing her innocent and curious gaze, his heart softened. stand up.This kid...call him Brother Yongquan.

Caressing her slightly moist hair, Yongquan's eyes were full of doting smiles, and his voice was as gentle and pure as a breeze, "This is a kind of fragrance I made by myself, called 'Plum Blossom', although the fragrance is refreshing, but Because there are slightly strong spices added, it is not suitable for a little girl like you. However, if you don’t hate incense, Fujiji, I can make a new fragrance for you when you go back, what does Fujiji think?”

Fujihime, who was completely robbed of the topic initiative by Yongquan, originally made up her mind to use "tune fragrance" to get closer to him, but now she can only look at Yongquan in a daze and nod, "If brother doesn't think If it's troublesome..." Hey, this girl was too shy to speak just now, why did she suddenly become a chatterbox now? Hey!

The villain in Fujihime's heart, smiling at Yongquan, squinting her eyes, stroking her hair and nodding, saying, "For the sake of my lovely sister, I don't mind doing anything." Under Sheng's favor, he couldn't help bending forward in frustration, and made an embarrassing posture.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward for a moment, Fujiji covered her mouth and coughed softly, lowered her head, and smelled the quiet fragrance of Yongquan's body again, her cheeks blushed unconsciously, she tried to take a small step back, but she couldn't prevent Yongquan Still hugging her, this time, Fujiji, who struggled unsuccessfully, asked for trouble, not only failed to get out of Yongquan's arms, but caused Yongquan to fall with her, "Plop—"

The two who had been standing by the river chatting happily, became drowned once again in the beautiful and gentle light shining in the early morning.

Fujihime was pulled up from the water by Yongquan, subconsciously wiped off the water on her face, and the moment she raised her eyes to look at Yongquan, she couldn't help saying in surprise, "Brother Yongquan, what is that strange thing growing on your chest?! "

"...Huh?" Yongquan was busy looking to see if Fujihime was injured. Suddenly, when she heard her mentioning his chest, his cheeks blushed. "This is a musical instrument called a dragon flute. It was given to me by my father's courtyard before I became a monk. My father's courtyard knew that I love music, and personally asked Murakami Genji to teach me the dragon flute..."

"Murakami Genji? Could it be..." Fujihime looked up in shock, looking at the flute that Yongquan took out from his arms, which was soaked in water but intact. It was painted with colorful shells and tsubaki, with a unique shape. Exquisite and small, the name was almost blurted out, "Yuan Boya...?!!"

"...Fujihime, you...?" Yongquan was very close to Fujihime, so naturally he didn't miss her words. When he heard the word "Genhime", a surprised expression appeared on his face, "Murakami Genji, Has Fujihime heard about it in the back house?"

These days, the fact that the daughter of Minister Zuo was named "Fujihime" by the Emperor himself has caused a lot of noise in the capital. Because of his special status, he knows that Fujihime is not as rumored outside, but once spent a lonely and helpless life. life, so at this time she was a little puzzled that she was living in the back house, but she could learn the name of the music master Genji Murakami.

However, the quick-witted Fujihime quickly came up with an excuse, looked up at Yongquan without thinking, and said, "There is a woman from the Minamoto family in my father's concubine. Time will teach me to play the piano and flute, and the name of Genji Murakami...that's what she told me."

"So that's how it is..." Upon hearing this answer, the pure-hearted Yongquan smiled softly and said to Fujihime, "So Fujihime also loves music? Why don't we make an agreement that we will meet here by the river every day from now on?" , before the blessing ceremony, we can discuss related skills with each other."

Fujihime is just a child now, under the age of ten, even if he is talented in music, it is impossible to compare with Yongquan, who is taught by an expert, and His Royal Highness, the former prince who is a compatriot of today's emperor's mother, but he knows that he I said this out of good intentions, and I also offered to provide a way for the two to contact. If I don’t know how to hesitate, I don’t know if I want to get another chance to "raid" again, I don’t know that I have to wait until the year of the monkey.

After thinking about it like this, Fujihime nodded without hesitation and said, "Then I would like to ask Brother Yongquan for advice, but..."

Seeming to be struggling in the bottom of her heart for a while, with a shy expression on her face, Fujiji said in a low voice with reddish cheeks, "Brother Yongquan, can you...can you keep this matter from my father? I...he doesn't like me and my father. Outsiders talk. I... no, I'm not saying that brother Yongquan is an outsider, but... Father, even the kind elder, the Genji woman who is proficient in music, and the master I recognize in my heart, refused to let me meet ..."

Gently holding Fujiji's hand, slowly opened her clenched hand, saw the scar on her palm clearly, and suddenly understood something, Yongquan sighed in the bottom of his heart with complicated emotions, and looked at Fujiji lovingly Said, "Don't worry, apart from the two of us, no third party will know about this."

Cough cough... What is the third party, kiss my brother, please don't say such ridiculous words with a gentle face, okay... Fujiji crazily complained deep in her heart, but on the surface she was full of anger. She nodded slightly shyly, and her voice revealed unconcealable joy, "Thank you Brother Yongquan! I will definitely learn how to play the flute from you!"

"Well, I believe in you, you will definitely learn well." If the master saw Fujihime, he would also want to accept this disciple.It's a pity that due to Fujihime's father, he can only use the short time of waking up every morning, hoping to make Fujihime happy, and seeing her happy and lovely smiling face has become the greatest wish in his heart.

……

It was another sunny morning. Yongquan was holding the imperial flute in his hand, with a smile on his lips, standing by the river as light as a bamboo, bathed in the soft sunlight, as if he was in harmony with nature. For oneness.

"Brother Yongquan—!"

Suddenly a girl's crisp voice sounded behind her, despite her restraint, she still showed joy, the kind of joy that couldn't be concealed, and the smile on Yongquan's face that made him turn around slowly widened, holding the flute towards the girl. She opened her arms, "Fujihime, you are here."

Fujiki crashed straight into Yongquan's arms, and had already taken off her cumbersome headgear on the way. With long hair and shawls, she lay in Yongquan's arms, rubbing against each other like a clingy cat, with a soft and coquettish look. The voice entered Yongquan's ears and heart without hindrance.

"Brother Yongquan... Fujihime misses you so much!"

Hearing this, Yongquan's eyes became more and more gentle like water, and the breeze sent a scent of aster flowers. He couldn't help but crook his eyebrows and said, "You seem to like the 'Aster' this time, and it matches you very well."

The noble and rigorous color of purple, Fujihime was born in the noble star clan, even though he suffered a lot when he was young, he is now the royal "Fujihime". There is no color more suitable for her than purple, and there is no color more suitable for her than "Aster". "A fragrance that is more suitable for her. Seeing that her body is covered with his brows and thoughts late at night, it took a lot of effort and time to prepare it. "Ziyuan" is a light, long-lasting, peaceful and pleasant fragrance of incense. He... ...really happy.

"That's natural! Brother Yongquan specially prepared the incense for me!" Speaking of the incense I used recently, the maid who was in charge of monitoring her in the yard felt a lot of headaches and distress because of the order from above. As long as she enters the scope of the shrine, any accompanying attendants must leave, so she can meet Yongquan unscrupulously and listen to him playing the flute, and the inexplicable extra fragrance on her body naturally makes the maid think of various possibilities. But because there is no way to enter the shrine, I can only send her here very sadly, and watch her go away very sadly.

"Hee hee, brother Yongquan, I brought red bean string balls today! Let's chat while eating!" Although praying