fictional spring

Brother Raikou gave me a Taidao.

——It was the famous sword boy Chi Yasuna who beheaded the ghost king Shuten-douji during the Oeyama Retreat at that time.

I looked at the boy Kirie Anzuna who had obviously changed the blade, and was more useful than practical and ornamental, and suddenly I didn't understand Brother Raiguang's intention.

"It's an honor, Mutsuki."

It was probably because I was so confused that brother Lai Guang took the initiative to explain it to me.

"Whether it beheaded the ghost king Shuten Doji, or cut to the criminal's knees in a knife test, it is enough to prove its strength."

That's why I don't understand: "Why give it to me?"

Hearing that brother Lai Guang didn't give me a definite answer, he just said to me: "You will need it."

A strange idea popped up in my heart, but when I wanted to think about it carefully, I couldn't figure it out.

After the refusal was fruitless, the boy Qie Angang still remained in my mansion. After the maid found out about it, she found a knife holder for me from nowhere and placed it in my room.

As long as you raise your eyes slightly, you can see its existence, but every time you see it, you can't help but think of Brother Laiguang. After knowing what it means to be a mother, I have understood something.

Plus……

The voice of a maid whispering came to my ears.

Most likely, after the news of my love affair with Wu Mi reached His Majesty's ears and I was punished, brother Lai Guang took the initiative to enter the palace to meet His Majesty, and expressed his willingness to marry me...

To be honest, my mood is inevitably still somewhat complicated, not only because of what Brother Laiguang did, but also because of my current situation.

If this continues...

I seem to be able to see my future.

Even if you don't marry Brother Laiguang, you will be married to someone else. After all, it's just a matter of time.

So before such a future comes, I take the initiative to ask to meet His Majesty.

It is not difficult to express my thoughts, the difficult thing is to let His Majesty understand my determination.

It was probably because I was so stubborn that His Majesty could only let go in front of me.

After a long silence, His Majesty asked me: "Could it only be him?"

I said yes.

He frowned, and the mother sitting beside him wanted to say something to me, but was interrupted by His Majesty.

"Then it's up to you."

He said such words.

Although it is not certain how true these words are, they are words from His Majesty after all. After that day, most of the guards around the mansion were also removed, leaving only a few gatekeepers.

Not only that, but my actions are no longer restricted.

As if he really didn't want to ask me any more, neither His Majesty nor Mother sent anyone from the palace.

After a long time, I saw Wu Mi again. Wu Mi with a sick face was sitting in the familiar Japanese room, coughing softly in the warm charcoal fire, the sound from his lips and teeth lingered in the indoor room, which was dotted with charcoal fire tiny crackling sound.

The sun sets early in winter, so it was almost dusk when I came. In fact, Wu Mi should come to visit me logically, but the habit formed between us has caused both of us to use this unusual behavior. considered normal.

I sat down next to him, patted his back, felt the slight trembling of his body under my hands, the bony back made me feel pity.

"No misery."

I called his name, wrapped my arms around his side and rested my forehead on his thin shoulders.

"We're going to last forever, right?"

When I asked this question, I didn't know whether I was sure or doubtful, I only knew that Wu Mi in my arms was much weaker than when we met last time.

A picture from many years ago suddenly appeared in my mind. The boy who had just changed clothes stood in front of me, trying hard to straighten his back.

To this day, he has not been able to achieve that wish-even if every time I come to see him, he wants to straighten his waist in front of me.

Wumi's coughing lasted for a long time, the voice gradually weakened until it stopped, and a hoarse and deep voice escaped from between his lips and teeth.

"What is forever?"

He asked me such questions.

I was stunned for a moment, a little unprepared for such a question, but after I told Wu Mi that line of the poem——Forever and forever, this hatred lasts forever——I said to him: "For human beings, As long as we can grow old together, when life is about to end, we will still be by each other's side..."

"In this case, it can be counted as a long time."

That was the best answer I could think of at the time.

I don't know what Wu Mi was thinking after hearing such an answer, he lowered his head slightly, unable to see the expression on his face clearly, only those red plum-colored eyes seemed to be looking at a certain place.

"Yes." Wu Mi replied.

He turned his face to look at me, the curve of his jaw was so beautiful that it made people tremble, and his bright red lips fell on the corner of my mouth, "We will definitely."

It was a cool kiss, almost imperceptible, but it made me feel hot for no reason. When I realized this, I suddenly laughed, and suddenly wanted to tell him something.

"When spring comes, when the wisterias are in full bloom, when the warm sun rises..." I lay on Wu Mi's shoulders, and said to him, "After the Spring Festival, in the days of Muyue, we will Get married."

Mutsuki is January, the month of spring.

"Wu Mi," I asked him, "Are you willing?"

Although I don't know what His Majesty and Mother's thoughts are, but at this time I don't need to consider their intentions. The moment I saw Wu Mi, I suddenly felt that no matter what the agreement was, it only belonged to us.

After I said this, Wu Mi was silent for a while, and there seemed to be something flickering in those red plum-colored eyes, like joy and sadness.

"I……"

He opened his mouth, but stopped after uttering a few words, staring at me intently, as if caught in some strange emotion.

After a long time, he said, "I am willing."

I should have been happy when I heard such an answer, but for some reason, a stronger and deeper emotion invaded my mind at this time, making me unable to think quietly for a long time.

But even so, I still stayed at Ubuyashiki's house.

The candles were kept on all night, and Wu Mi's body was far colder than I imagined, even like someone who was on the verge of a certain end. The chill is enough to make me unbearable.

On the other hand, the joy of skin-to-skin contact can overwhelm any other emotion.

That person whispered my name in my ear, a strange heat penetrated into the pinna for no reason, my body tightened unconsciously, but gradually relaxed under his soft whisper.

"No misery."

I lay beside him, stretched out my hand from the bedding to caress his cheek, I brushed away the black hair that was sticking to his cheek because of being soaked in sweat, and what I saw was still the familiar but much more A somewhat unfamiliar face.

It seems that six or seven years have passed since I met Wu Mi for the first time. It seems that many things have happened in these years, but it makes people feel that there are not many things that have changed.

I think Wuyou is cute, it's the feeling that came from the first time we met.

This mood has not changed to this day, no matter what kind of posture he shows, in my eyes, he will always be as lovable as he was at the beginning.

He held the back of my hand, and the other hand in the bedding hugged me in his arms. As the distance got closer, I could even feel each other's heartbeat and breathing.

"We'll be together."

Wu Mi suddenly said such words.

But what I saw in his eyes was some kind of overly explicit concern.

There are only one or two years left before the doctor in the past said that Wu Mi "can't live to be 20 years old".

For me, it was only a short period of one or two years, but for Wu Mi at this time, it was a year or two at the end of his life.

I seem to be able to see that future——

Pale and sick young people lie in white bedding, and what we are facing is a future that we will never see again.

But such a result is a bit too sad.

After realizing that I was thinking about such a thing, I took the time to find Seimei-sama.

"Do you know that method?"

I asked him, "Things like...life extension..."

"Muzuki Hime," Seimei-sama interrupted me when I was hesitating, his expression was the same as before, and his eyes fell on the courtyard that was becoming more and more desolate due to the coming of winter, "This kind of thing, once you as He Mao Zhaiyuan You should know it too.”

Of course I know, it's just...

"Even if you know what you should do is the right thing to do, but when you face that person, you will always make the wrong choice involuntarily."

Hearing that Seimei-sama rarely answered my question, he said to me: "That person is probably the same."

My intuition told me that Master Qingming's words seemed to have some unusual meaning, but when I asked again, he was unwilling to tell me anything.

"I always feel that Master Qingming knows everything, but I also feel that you seem to know nothing."

Such a strange idea suddenly popped up in his mind, accompanied by Master Seimei's serious eyes.

"Mutsuki-hime knows what to do."

In the end, he just said this sentence to me, and then he sent me out again.

A few days later, Wuqing came to my mansion on Yingsi Dalu for the first time. At dusk, the ox cart he was riding in stopped outside my courtyard gate. When he sent his attendants to bring a juniper fan, the maid It was handed over from the other party to me.

It is a very brightly colored fan, with wisteria and cherry blossom patterns painted on it, and it is slightly different from ordinary cypress fans—a familiar poem is written on it.

"The sky lasts forever, and sometimes it ends, but this hatred lasts forever."

Just seeing this juniper fan, even if the maid didn't say anything, I already knew who was waiting outside the door.

I didn't tell the maid to reply immediately, so I stared at the fan for a long time before I said, "It's Wu Mi, right?"

In fact, there is no intention of questioning, just feeling a little surprised.

It's deep winter now, logically speaking, Wu Mi should be recuperating at home, but now he has appeared at the door of my mansion, probably because——

Concerned about the rumors in Beijing.

Because I have no intention of covering up now, so the central capital already knows that I have taken the initiative to go to the Ubuyashiki's house. nor leave.

But the ox cart with the family crest parked in front of Sanyashiki's house gave the rumors a lot of room to play.

The left and right are just talking about the relationship between us as if our identities are reversed. It should be a man visiting the woman's mansion, but it is different here.

He also talked about my status in the past, but I ended up like this for the sake of being innocent.

Even if such words don't reach Wu Mi's ears, it's just that I don't think it's appropriate to hear them.

But Beijing has always been like this, and there is nothing too important, so it can only be derived from such trivial matters.

When Wu Mi, who was wearing formal clothes, came to my room, I asked him about his intentions.

"Are you angry?"

The maid retreated after introducing Wu Mi into the room, and the dense candlelight fell on the screen, but most of it was covered by Wu Mi's shadow.

He didn't speak, his face was almost pale, which made his face more delicate and illusory. I touched his cheek, feeling pity and disapproving at the same time.

"You shouldn't have come."

Just the turbulence of this distance is enough to make him weak like this, and Wu Mi's physical condition has already deteriorated to a more serious level than I imagined.

But even so, he still said to me: "No problem."

I took off his hat, and let the curly black hair scatter on his back, and after combing it with my fingers, I found that Wu Mi's appearance at this time seemed a little too quiet.

A strange sense of disobedience emerged from him, and what I felt was a strange state.

At this time, Wu Mi is not quite like the Wu Mi I know.

Although I once said that no matter how Wu Mi becomes, my feelings for him will not change, but the impact of a sudden change is really unexpected.

Because Wu Mi did not cough.

Because I don’t think it’s necessary, and because I didn’t expect Wuyou’s arrival, I didn’t make any preparations in advance, so I didn’t burn charcoal in my room, and the temperature was naturally higher than that of the Ubuyashiki family’s mansion that Wuyou was used to. The temperature in is much lower.

But even so, coupled with the premise of being exhausted, Wu Mi just looked a little ugly.

It was probably because of such a strange performance that my expression might have become obvious. Wu Mi raised the end of her eyes and suddenly asked me: "Why are you looking at me like this?"

"I find it a little strange."

I told the truth in front of him: "Wu Mi looks... a little different from usual today."

Hearing the words, Wu Mi seemed a little happy, and one could peek a little bit from the corners of his raised lips, and his tone was much lighter than usual, Wu Mi told me: "The doctor who treated me recently, his treatment seems to be It worked."

This is an unremarkable explanation.

I don't know the origin of that doctor, I only know that Wu Mi told me that the prescription he used was a prescription that he had never seen before, and it is probably because of this that his physical condition has changed like this.

But listening to Wu Mi's explanation, I suddenly felt that there was something inconsistent.

After thinking about it, I couldn't get any results, but at least this change is not harmful. Wuyou lowered his head and kissed my forehead, and still called me "Muyue Ji".

"No." I leaned into his arms and said to him, "It's not that name anymore."

My current name is Yuan Mutsuki.

There seemed to be a certain change in Wen Yan Wumi's expression, as if he was unhappy because he remembered something bad, and he seemed to be blaming something. Complicated and strange emotions were entangled together, making his His face also became a little gloomy.

"You're doing it again."

I said, "Although I seldom spend time in front of me, I can still find that Wu Mi can't control his temper, no matter what he does or what he says..."

The person I like is actually a bad and surly person. This kind of cognition was actually clear in my heart a long time ago, but it is precisely because of this that I want to tell him my true thoughts.

"No matter what Wu Mi has become, I will always like you."

Because this is exactly the effect of the mantra called "Falling in Love".

Wen Yan Wu Mi seems to be caught in some kind of thinking, the red plum-colored eyes cast a meaningful gaze, but the brilliance that falls into the eyes is hard to understand.

When I woke up the next day, the maid told me that Wu Mi had left.

He left behind a waka.

Although it is a bit shocking, I am also telling the truth. It was probably because of my status at the beginning. In addition, I have already decided where I will go in the future. Although I was demoted to a subject later, the time is still short after all. , and there were people guarding the mansion for a long time, so I had never received Waka before.

But that doesn't mean I don't know this stuff.

Seimei-sama, who is very good at this, often received waka from noble women, including those women in the palace. His accomplishments in this area are more or less reflected in me.

It is one thing to be able to understand the waka left behind by Wu Mi, but it is another thing not to return it. I wanted to write something, but when I started to write, I stopped suddenly.

As if blocked by something, he couldn't think of anything in his mind. After a long silence like this, he could only ask the maid to put the pen and ink back into the cabinet.

The waka was also included in the cabinet.

I also thought about a question.

Now the question of who should be in charge of my marriage.

It doesn't mean to make a decision for me, I'm just hesitating, who should be the object of the elders at the wedding.

Originally, he was thinking about his mother, but he remembered the expression on his mother's face after he said those words at that time, and such thoughts disappeared immediately.

If so, then there is no more.

This means that if I want to hold a wedding ceremony with someone, I don't need anyone else to participate on my side.

It's because I was really thinking about the promise I made to Wuyou that day - the promise to get married when Mutsuki comes after the Spring Festival.

That's why I have to think about the possibility of that day actually coming.

After more than a month, when the winter was about to end, Wu Mi came to my mansion again. I mentioned this matter to him, but Wu Mi's expression made me a little unpredictable.

He seemed to be hesitating about something.

I don’t know if it’s my illusion, but I always feel that those red plum-colored eyes seem to have become a little deeper without knowing it, and the shape of the pupils also seems to have changed slightly. The pupils should be round. At a certain moment when I looked at him, I felt almost like vertical pupils.

Probably my illusion.I think.

But the miserable expression is not my illusion.

He pursed the corners of his mouth, and it was only then that I realized that Wu Mi sitting in front of me could almost be described as a stranger.

Whether it's the mature face and facial features, or the pair of eyes that create a strange illusion, coupled with the overly quiet state, and...

At some point, Wu Mi straightened her back.

I was suddenly stunned, as if a certain cognition I had been doing all along was suddenly broken, and a strange emotion suddenly rose in my heart.

"No misery?"

When I called him like this, Wu Mi dropped his eyes on my face and asked me what was wrong.

It's a question I should ask him.

What happened to Wu Mi's body that I don't know is right.

I'm almost sure at this point.

But when I stared at those well-shaped eyes that were even more beautiful than Mr. Seimei's, I swallowed back the words that I wanted to blurt out.

"It's nothing..." I said to him, "It's just that I suddenly want to call you."

Wen Yan Wuyou laughed softly, but the smile he showed at this time was more weird than before, which made me feel chills down my spine.

What rose from the bottom of my heart was a feeling that was almost at a loss.

But Wu Mi didn't notice the change in me this time.

Because he hugged me into his arms and kissed me, I could feel some kind of rusty smell of blood spread between our lips and teeth.

It is blood without misery.

There is a clear perception in my mind that when we kissed each other, Wu Mi bit his own tongue and let his blood flow between our lips and teeth...

What followed was a kind of pain that almost swallowed one's mind.

I also don't know exactly where it started to spread, let alone its origin... No, I probably know it well.

It's because of Wu Mi's blood.

Until this moment, I suddenly had a certain idea.

Certain changes had indeed taken place in Wu Mi's body, and this change gave him something.

While I was thinking like this, my sanity was gradually being lost, and the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow hit me repeatedly, so that my nails were also embedded in Wu Mi's arm.

But he didn't seem to feel it at all, and he didn't even let go of my hand.

The stench of blood seemed to have undergone some strange changes since at some point, and it even made people feel—a certain sense of hunger.

A certain word popped up in my mind.

--ghost.

Am I going to be a ghost?

The moment the question comes to mind, the answer is already reached at the same moment.

I……

Did not become a ghost.

[End of Ping An Chapter]