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Perhaps because of what she said, Sanriyue tossed and turned sleeplessly all night, the twilight in the morning shone through the paper window, but the soft sunlight could not soothe his uneasy face.

After a night of sleepless nights, he doesn't have the problem of bad complexion like humans do. He moves slowly and puts on the dark blue uniform and yellow turban. He has never been good at these things, but he can still wear simple clothes by himself OK

Facing the mirror, he turned the turban to a suitable position, but he was not satisfied no matter what, so he untied it and put it on again, but accidentally tied a knot.

He didn't bother with the dead knot, and let His Highness help him retie it later, Sanri Yuezong narrowed his eyes imprinted with a crescent moon and thought that at that time, her soft fingertips would rub against his scalp, bringing A little trembling feeling.

When doing this action, she will sit very close to him, and the clean and warm breath on her body can be easily smelled, and he can't help but want to get closer to her.

Just want to be closer.

When she went to ask for help, she should have a helpless and indulgent expression, let him sit down with his back to her, and then said in a nice and soft voice while untying the knot, "Next time, if Master Sanriyue wants to wear As for the scarf, come here and let me tie it for you, this sentence has obviously been said many times."

Sanriyue knew that she didn't mean to complain, because every time she came over by herself, she would still patiently untie the knot, then tie it again, let herself look in the mirror, and ask him if he was satisfied.

As long as he shows a slightly hesitant expression, she will say, "I don't think it's fastened, so I have to take up a little more of your time."

until he is satisfied.

In fact, that hesitant expression was deceiving her, and he would be deceived foolishly every time. He felt that he wanted to tap her on the forehead and say that she was so stupid.

However, he knew in his heart that the real stupid and stupid person was himself.So stupid that he would only use this method to get along with her for a while, so stupid that just such a small touch could make him happy all day.

Belatedly, he noticed himself in the mirror.Ah, this is not good, just thinking about the experience when I was with her, I already showed such a presumptuous smile.

What is this feeling?He asked himself, wanted to see her smiling face, wanted her to dress himself, wanted to hear her breathing by his ears when he fell asleep.

"Suki." This word suddenly came to his mind, a word he didn't really understand very well.

But suddenly realized.

"suki." He said the word softly, as if it was the first time he encountered the word this time, he couldn't help saying it again, over and over again.

At this time, another mood appeared.

Wish I could say the word to her in her presence.He imagined her reaction, how delightful it would be if she said, "I like you too."

Sanri Yue Zongjin put his hands on his face, only to realize that the temperature on his face seemed to be different from usual, this time he didn't need to look in the mirror, he also knew that he must be blushing.

This... This is too exaggerated, the sword is hundreds of years old, he is a little ashamed.

However, there is another possibility.He was a bit reluctant to think about it, but such a picture jumped out automatically, as long as she showed a little bit of distress or embarrassment, Mikayue Zongjin didn't dare to imagine what he should do at that time.

Still, I really want to see her soon.With joy, he drove his body out of the door, closed the door softly, and walked to the door of her room.

After doing all this, he realized that she should not have woken up this early.

However, as soon as he thought of the word leaving, he wanted to see her appear in his field of vision quickly, and it didn't matter what kind of posture or expression she had.

Knocked on the door, no one answered.His heart was half cold.

He knocked on the door again, this time harder, but still...no answer.

He comforted himself that maybe he was too tired from playing with the Short Sword Gate yesterday, so he slept too soundly and didn't hear it.Don't allow her to play around like that next time.

The hand that pushed the door trembled before it touched the door frame, and when both hands were completely on the door, his hands were already trembling badly. At this time, he probably couldn't even hold his own body. , he laughed at himself in his heart.

When the wooden door was pushed open, there was a creaking sound, which made him uncomfortable.

Empty room.

No one is empty.

He walked to the place where she was supposed to sleep, the quilt was hollow in the middle, he reached in and touched it, and the remaining warmth of her body, but this kind of warmth chilled his heart thoroughly.

Was it a little late?He no longer knew what he should think about, whether he should regret that he came too late, or resent that he didn't even have a chance to say goodbye.

"Damn, hate, hate!" Fu Sangshen, who had always been elegant and calm in the century-old history, looked like a rude lunatic for the first time. His voice seemed to be screaming, and in the end he could only feel the temperature that belonged to her that gradually disappeared in vain.

He found her letters, one for each, she was always so fair.

Open your own letter.

To Mikayue-sama:

Presumably when you read this letter, I am no longer in this pill, and I don't know the exact time to go back. If I disappeared suddenly, I hope I didn't scare you.

The very important matter of farewell is just left to you willfully.

In fact, in the whole of this pill, the person I am most worried about is you. It is really worrying that the clothes and scarves can't be done well every time.So even if I'm gone, please take good care of yourself. If you're really worried about what to wear, you can ask your companions. Everyone will be happy to help you.

Maybe I won't have the chance to come back again, but being able to stay in Honmaru for so long is already an indescribable gift.

That's all for now, and the last thing I want to say is that I really like Mikazuki-sama, so, goodbye, Mikazuki-sama.

On the last line, there is a signature, Ling.

It wasn't until a drop of water blurred the word "Ling" and blurred it, and Sanri Yue Zongjin raised his hand to touch his face, only to realize that he didn't know when he was already crying.

He put the letter on the table, and suddenly choked up, and the suppressed crying was intermittent.

There is also a sentence that is hard to hear, it should be - "Give her... back to me..."

After tidying up his emotions, Mikazuki Zongjin handed over the letters one by one to each sword fusangshen in Honmaru. Most of the short swords couldn't restrain their emotions, and cried out loud when they saw the letters.

The elder Fu Sangshen also cried emotionally, but most of them shut themselves back to their rooms rationally.

On the second day after losing that highness, there was a light knock on the door of the Honmaru where they were, and when they opened the door, they found a very small child with long black hair and green eyes, who almost resembled that highness appearance.

The child became the master of Honmaru, and became the trial judge recorded by the government of the time.

Sanri Yuezong nearly thought of what she said to him that day, and felt that he understood the truth, but he couldn't take good care of her and teach her as she said.

Such a young child doesn't know what happened to Honmaru before, she doesn't even know many things, and she can already show a soft smile to people.

He knew that the child had lost her parents, and he learned her name——Reiko from other Fusangshen.

So that's the case, he thought of the last signature of the letter that belonged to him.

The other Fusangshen in Honmaru were very enthusiastic about teaching that child. He would occasionally give her a few lessons. Compared to when she first came, she was much more lively.

The matter of that Highness has also been kept secret, perhaps in a few years, it will be completely forgotten.

He didn't want to sign a contract with that child. For him, it is different after all, even the same person is different, but if he can continue to exist, he can recall her again.

Even if she is completely forgotten, he can still remember her.

The child gradually grew up, and was almost exactly the same as that Highness.Treat them, Fusangshen, very gently. They don't know what ordinary children are like, but that child should be a little precocious.

With a firm will, he can endure hardships when practicing kendo, and his spiritual power is also very strong. This should be a perfect god judge.

Because of the other reasons why Fu Sangshen doted on her too much, the child seemed to prefer to get along with him, Sanri Yue Zongjin could see this, his gentle attitude could not find any mistakes, but that was all.

This is a rare day when it was his turn to teach him again. When he turned his back, he heard her voice, a nice and soft voice, exactly the same voice, saying, "Master Sanriyue, your turban is tied with a dead knot, let me Let me untie and re-tie it for you."

He sat down, with the same tone of voice as before, "Then please."

The same temperature, the same breath, the same movement, everything seemed to be the same. After she tied it up, she ran to him and showed him the small mirror she carried with her.

Sanri Yuezong showed a hesitant expression, and he said silently in his heart, "I don't think it's fastened properly, so I have to take up a little more of your time."

"I don't think it's fastened properly, so I have to take up a little more of your time."

Merged with her voice.

After tying it up, he thanked her and finished the class calmly.

After saying goodbye, I went back to my room.

Sanriyue Zongjin took out the already yellowing letter. Even though it was well kept, it was a little damaged after reading it several times a day. A vague word.

The vague and indistinct word was deeply engraved in his heart.

He took off the turban that was tied around his head, put it on again, and tied a knot.

That's a dead end.