[Death Doujin] Ink dyed white smoke

Illness comes quickly and goes quickly.

"I'm very sorry to bother you, Mr. Xianyi," a woman who looked like the Suzuki butler couple knelt on one knee in the corridor, and said expressionlessly, "Captain Aizen of the Fifth Division is waiting in the living room."

When Moran Xianyi heard the words, the movement of copying in his hands did not stop, and he said softly without turning his head: "I remember that the order was to bring that adult directly to my place."

"...Yes." Although the woman named Sumire hesitated, she still did not raise any objections.

Today is her succession ceremony.

The night before last night in the hall, I had a heart-rending cough, which frightened everyone in the house. Fortunately, the result of the examination was just a common cold. After a fever and a little sweat, I was fine.

It's just that the forehead was hit and it still hurts a little.

Originally, the appointment with Lanran was yesterday, but I had to give up because of illness.After waking up, she felt unwilling, so she bit the bullet and sent a servant to go to the fifth team on her behalf to ask if she could go to Moran's house after the New Year's Eve.

"Lord Xianyi, he has already been brought here." Jin had a serious attitude, and stood by the door to report.

Mo Ran Xianyi turned to her side and smiled at her: "Thank you, you can step back first."

Turning around and continuing the work at hand, Moran Xianyi smiled lightly and said, "It's cold outside, why don't you come in?"

"Aren't you going to bother Miss Mo Ran?" The strange woman looked at her with obvious precautions before leaving. Ai Ran didn't care about it, and leaned against the door to watch the half-opened white camellia in the courtyard and responded casually.

"Sumire is the granddaughter of the butler Suzuki, so she might have done it." Apparently understanding his concerns, Moran Xianyi put down his writing brush, tightened his coat and walked to the door, "After today's ceremony is over, Uncle Suzuki, who has assisted the two generations of Moran family heads, will Officially retired. Sumire is still in the apprenticeship stage, it's normal to be nervous, don't take it to heart."

The Suzuki family has served the Moran clan for generations, and being able to become a housekeeper directly under the head of the family is even more glorious.The current housekeeper, Suzuki, has been assistant for two generations for 500 years, which is said to be a legend. The granddaughter Suzuki Sumire, who took over, was trembling for fear of ruining her grandfather's reputation.

"I understand, I just saw that you write seriously, and I don't want to hinder you." Lan Ran smiled lowly, and embraced her with a natural attitude, lifted her bangs on the left forehead with her right hand, and her skin was bruised. "How did you get hurt?"

Simply explaining what happened the night before, Moran Xianyi straightened her hair: "How did you find out? I thought it was a pretty good cover-up."

"Miss Mo Ran has never specially trimmed her bangs." It was obvious at a glance that it was to cover up something, "It doesn't matter if you were smashed, and you should be more aware of the crisis."

Moran Xianyi frowned and protested softly: "Are you a devil?"

In exchange for the other party's usual gentle smile.

Just after a while, the snow was still falling.Mo Ran Xianyi went to the room to make a pot of black tea, and the two simply sat on the porch to enjoy the flowers and snow.

"After fasting and taking a bath, I rely on copying the family rules for meditation." Pour a cup of tea for Lan Ran, Mo Ran Xianyi did not miss the curious eyes of the other party looking at the small table in the room, "Each patriarch can delete or add one according to the regulations, It does not need to be agreed by a council of elders."

Lan Ran took the teacup: "What is Miss Mo Ran's plan?"

"I deleted one."

"Oh?"

Moran Xianyi took a sip of tea and felt his body warm: "A long time ago, my father told me. If I become the head of the family, I must delete it."

That year, in order to marry his mother who was not noble enough, the elders meeting asked him to make up this family rule──

"After the 22nd generation of Patriarchs, no residents of Liuhun Street are allowed to join the Moran Clan."

Without this rule, Ji Chuanjing should have been adopted as a adopted son and raised, and he would not have to be called around by the elders embarrassingly. Compared with Moran Xianyi's elder brother, he is more like a domestic servant.

Mo Ranchun has always regretted it. Although he was embarrassed to his daughter, he told Mo Ran Xianyi without telling his wife that he would fulfill this wish for him.

"The elders must be stomping their feet in anger," Mo Ran Xianyi raised the corners of his lips, "both father and daughter are troublemakers."

If there hadn't been a change in her mood over the past few years, she might have been terrified for a month just thinking about removing this item, how could it be so easy to say.

When Lan Ran heard the words, he just pushed his glasses, with a smile of agreement on his lips.

Seeing the other party's indifferent appearance since he appeared, Mo Ran Xianyi was not happy: "Captain Lan Ran, why didn't you ask me why I asked you to come here?"

"Miss Mo Ran needs a reason to see me?"

Too familiar with this kind of atmosphere that the other party deliberately did, Mo Ran Xianyi smiled calmly and rolled his eyes: "It's a pity, this time I have a reason."

Getting up and going to the room to take out the brocade box, Moran Xianyi opened it mysteriously behind his back.The back of his hand stroked the soft and smooth fabric, wondering if the other party would like it.

Turning around and leaning forward, Moran Xianyi put the things in his hands around the opponent's shoulders, and was very satisfied with what he saw in front of him.

"Today happens to be Christmas in this world! Merry Christmas, Captain Aizen." She especially likes this world, and she can celebrate whenever she wants, and she can find the reasons for giving gifts at her fingertips.

"How dare you let Miss Mo Ran spend money." Lan Ran looked down at the silver shawl on her body, and the skin on her neck felt very delicate and soft when it touched it, warm and breathable.

"The reason why the Kuchiki family's silver and white wind flower yarn is valuable is because the weaver is great and the weaving method is extraordinary──" Moran raised his nose proudly, "The Moran family has 23 generations now, and it has developed since the fourth generation If you have learned your own unique weaving skills, as long as it is passed down to your children, you have to learn it."

The silk material was specially selected by the master, and other than that, this shawl was completed without the hands of others.

Turning down the corner casually, Aizen looked at the embroidery on the top with a smile in his eyes.It was a small lake-green butterfly with intersecting gold and green threads looming on the silver base.

"Thank you, Miss Moran."

Mo Ran Xianyi shook his index finger and corrected it seriously: "You should say 'Merry Christmas, Miss Xianyi'."

Tapping on the left side of the other person's forehead, causing her to scream in pain, Lan Ran pushed away the cup and tray, pulled the woman in front of him, and said in a low voice, "Apart from this, what else do you want to say?"

Leaning in the arms of the man he loves, Mo Ran Xianyi looks at the Bai Camellia in the courtyard that is being taken care of carefully, and his tone is erratic: "Captain Deadwood sent me back that night, I told him."

Feeling the tightness of the arms around her, she stretched out her hand to grab a piece of snowflakes that drifted to the corridor, but was stopped.

"why?"

"He obviously doesn't know anything, but he can confidently let me go back." Mo Ran Xianyi closed his eyes, "It's not fair."

She used to think that she hid it well, no one could see that she was secretly in love with Kuchiki Byakuya, so she could continue to have him in her heart, and be sad and happy alone.

Until Ranju, Nanao, Oikawa, Shiba Haiyan...even Kuchiki Yinling and his grandfather, everyone told her in their own way. After they understood her mood all the time, Moran Xianyi suddenly understood.

In fact, she has always been very obvious, but that person didn't realize it.

"What did he say?" Aizen said calmly, without much reaction.A few days ago, the two were dining at a familiar restaurant on Noble Street, and they ran into Byakuya Kuchiki by chance, and her breath was no longer disturbed.

"I said I'm sorry." Blinking vigorously, Moran Xianyi really wanted to shed a tear or two in response to the occasion, but she gave up after finding that she couldn't cry no matter what, the habit of depression is really terrible.

"Tell me, why do I just like that kind of iceberg?" Moran Xianyi was very depressed, listening to Saotome say that Kuchiki's expression is often very relaxed when Feizhen is present, but she has never seen him like that before, "That said, , I have never regretted it so far.”

Without such a period, she would not have the opportunity to get along with Aizen further.

"Who doesn't have one or two pieces of black history?" Lan Ran smiled, but was very calm, "Miss Mo Ran should be a warning, don't foolishly fall in love with someone unilaterally, it's pretty stupid."

Moran Xianyi narrowed his eyes, raised a beautiful smile and slowly left the man's arms: "Please call it your first love? Black history is so ugly. Not to mention──"

Facing Lan Ran's teasing eyes, Mo Ran Xianyi flaunted: "At least this first love let me pass through Captain Haori, and it's worth the fare."

Only this first love, she never gave him anything in her own name.I always think about the other party's status and dignity, and I'm afraid I won't like it.It was only later that I realized that it was the timidity of worrying about gains and losses, and it was even more difficult to deal with it with my heart.

For her, these emotions, even after they pass, are special.

As for the calm and bad-mouthed man in front of him, just let him fend for himself.Anyway, the presents are all given, he loves to leave or not!

After Mo Ranxian gave him a sideways glance, he went back to his room and sat at the small table to continue copying the family rules.She slept all day yesterday, she was in good spirits, and it was not a big problem to finish writing before breakfast.

While writing, he was still chanting the chant of the black coffin.She must learn to leave him quickly, and then take the imprisoned dead bully outfit back home...

"It's just Captain Haori," Aizen walked to her side quietly, with a smile on his lips, "I have it too."

Pulling the white feathers on his body, Moran Xianyi felt funny in his heart, and his face was calm: "Don't be so nice to me, Captain Aizan. I don't want to fall in love with someone foolishly and unilaterally."

"Is it okay to like me?"

Moran Xianyi shook his head and said honestly: "You are like my father, so it will not be a good influence."

Gently tapped Moran Xianyi's forehead again, Aizen put the captain Haori back on his body: "The chief captain organized a hot spring trip, and asked the captains to bring a few acquaintances with them. Shall we go?"

"When?" Putting down the pen and looking at the bruise on his forehead in the mirror, Moran Xianyi asked with his head tilted.

"January [-]st and [-]nd." Except for the grassroots on duty, all Reapers are off for those two days.

"Where is the place, where is the place?" The only thing the head of the family must show up is the ancestor worship on New Year's Eve and the morning of the first day, and then let the servants go back to his own home to visit relatives.The annual meeting of the nobility is held on the fourth day this year, which is perfectly avoided.

Aizen smiled and asked her to take out the brochure she carried with her.Mo Ran Xianyi hesitated for a while before handing it over to him, carefully flipping through a few pages, pointing to the blank space above: "Write here."

Although curious, Aizen didn't ask any further questions, but quickly told her the time, place and precautions, and returned the booklet.

The location is on the mountain territory of Kuchiki's house, and Moran Xianyi remembered that there was indeed a hot spring villa there, but he hadn't been there for many years: "Why did the captain suddenly become interested?"

"Say it's muscle soreness, Captain Unohana suggested a mountain climbing and hot spring trip."

Moran Xianyi nodded: "Who else did you invite?"

"I just invited you, Miss Mo Ran." Lan Ran adjusted her coat and was about to leave, "Are you happy?"

Sure enough, I saw her smiling and very satisfied with the answer.

Today is her succession ceremony, it would be great if it goes well.

Aizen walked to the corridor, and as soon as he picked up the umbrella, he caught a glimpse of the newly appointed housekeeper Suzuki Sumire not far away.

"Captain Lan Ran." Mo Ran Xianyi called softly from the room, Lan Ran turned around, and saw her open her mouth with a smile and said something.

Walking behind Suzuki Sumire, Aizen lightly stroked the shawl on her shoulders and neck, feeling rarely in a good mood these days.

It's kind of stupid to give unilaterally and get nothing in return.But no one said that two-way progression is bad.

At six o'clock sharp tonight, go to the roof.

There are still more than ten hours, and he is already looking forward to it.

***

At eleven o'clock in the morning, the guests for the ceremony had already taken their seats.

Mo Ran Xianyi was wearing the noble twelve single clothes that he would probably only wear once in his life, and the precious family-inherited headdress on his head, carefully following behind the elder.

If she still had the strength, she would have secretly rolled her eyes at Saotome, who was smiling mercilessly beside her, but it's a pity that she couldn't take care of herself while stepping on her high shoes.

The bruises on the forehead were covered by the urgently cut bangs and hair accessories. Moran Kanyi couldn't help but sigh in front of the mirror for Ohara Akari's good craftsmanship. Even she had to praise him. It turns out that she was seriously ill yesterday.

After discussing with the elders, the ceremony should be as simple as possible, saving a lot of unnecessary praise.

The No. 20 generation patriarch, Moran Soichiro, gave Moran Kanyi the seal representing the patriarch, and a brand-new haori coat embroidered with the family crest, his eyes were red.

This is the second time he has bestowed the Patriarch's Seal, but it's a pity that his son can't complete this action by himself, otherwise what a beautiful inheritance it will be.

The old friends who were familiar with him felt a pang of sadness. This old guy who had been alone for nearly half his life could finally put down his heavy burden and travel the mountains and rivers with them.

The end of a generation means the beginning of a new generation, and now is the age of young people, whether it is the Kuchiki family, the Sifengin family, the Saotome family, or even the Moran family who joined today, these old people of their age should Let go of your authority and retreat behind the scenes while the glory is still there.

After stepping off the stage, Mr. Mo Ran smiled and shook hands with several friends. He also sat down and watched his granddaughter who was brought up by himself confidently read the oath aloud.

"...In order to fulfill my father's last wish, and to live in harmony between nobles and common people, Article 150 of the family regulations is deleted." Mo Ranxian lowered his brows and narrowed his eyes, watching his nose, nose, nose, and heart, pretending not to notice the commotion in the elder district, Indescribably happy in my heart, "I, Moran Xianyi, in the name of No. 20, the head of the third generation of the Moran family, read this oath."

At the end of the declaration, Moran Xianyi respectfully bowed fifteen degrees to both sides, expressing his gratitude to the guests present.

Then it was lunch time, when the elders and the grandfather greeted the guests, she had to change out of the heavy clothes quickly.

Just as she took off her coat with the assistance of several servants, Saotome came in swinging a fan, not minding Suzuki Sumire's stare.

"You really look good, Xianyi."

If anyone has the deepest knowledge of how to wear formal clothes, it must be this Young Master Liyuan.Mo Ran Xianyi has long been used to the big lala of the other party, so he graciously asked him to comment: "The day you succeeded to the throne was much more interesting, and you have to get your father's approval in your acting skills before you can take over the seal."

"Don't mention it, that old guy is very playful." So he watched his son jumping up and down, swinging his fan back and forth, and finally changed the female role to do it again before passing the seal to him.

When the clothes on her body faded to the small sleeves and long hakama, Suzuki Sumire finally drove Saotome to the door, and helped Moran Kanyi change into a large furisode kimono embroidered with family crests.

"It's okay, at least our succession is not as long as the Kuchiki family's."

The rituals of the Patriarchs of the four nobles are rigid, and there is no way to keep things simple.

"It sounds like you're not too worried about the night's demonstration." Saotome leaned against the door, opened the fan to cover her lips, and blocked the occasional prying eyes from elsewhere.

Asking Ohara Akari to re-do her hair and makeup, Moran Xianyi couldn't answer. After she finished dressing, she opened the door and smiled at the man beside the door: "Lusheng, when did you care about others so much?"

"You can say whatever you want, I'll go first." Glancing at her coldly, Saotome said so, but she still didn't move.

Moran Xianyi smiled: "I have practiced a few times in this world, and there is probably no problem."

"Aren't you afraid of Fujido Ryuichi's thorns?"

"Master Yinling and Captain Kuchiki are here!" What's more, this is the home of Mo Ran's family.

When walking with Saotome to the banquet hall, he stared at her hair accessories behind him.

It was an elegant pink plum hairpin, which he had never seen her wear before.

Mo Ran Xianyi saw his doubts, and chuckled softly: "It was given to me by an important person. I usually don't dare to wear it, for fear of breaking it in battle. I think it's just right for this occasion."

"Tsk, don't introduce anyone."

"There is always a chance." Mo Ran Xianyi smiled, not intending to reveal more.Some things, she just knows.

Most of the friends in Moran's family are enthusiastic hosts. Listening to the old friends of her grandfather talking to each other, her nervousness about the demonstration eased a lot.

Grandfather and father heard that they directly demonstrated the swastika solution, and there is nothing more straightforward to show their strength than this.But she couldn't do it yet, so she had to work hard on the Moran family's unique ghost way that no one has shown for 500 years.

"As the protagonist, what are you doing hiding here?"

As the sky was getting darker, Moran Xianyi couldn't sit still indoors. He hid in the porch and looked at Baixue. While reviewing the chant lyrics and seal gestures, he saw Kuchiki Byakuya frowning at her in his coat.

"Captain Kuchiki is the one, why don't you stay indoors?" Mo Ran Xianyi was also puzzled, wouldn't it be good to leave her alone at a time like this?

Kuchiki Byakuya thought for a while, and said honestly, "Grandpa asked me to care about you."

Demonstration of strength is especially important for someone who has just become the head of the family, and it is reasonable for her to be nervous.

Sighing, Lord Yinling couldn't tell from the outside, but he was really a gentle elder: "I also want to give a simple and rude explanation, but it's a pity, a pity..."

The strength is not enough, so I have to hide here to seize the time to practice.

"It's okay to start to understand." Byakuya Kuchiki leaned against the pillar, and made a practical suggestion.

Moran Xianyi thought of the fan and long ribbon that were particularly difficult to control, and also thought of several butterflies with flapping wings and the hallucination ability called juggling by Grandma Jiuji, so she could only sigh more depressed and longer.

The red butterfly on the waist seemed to be able to sense and feel helpless.

Insufficient spiritual pressure is a flaw, Lan Ran sighed so many times when helping her adjust the ghost path.

This kind of thing pays attention to talent, and hard work can only be regarded as second.

"Having said that, I heard that the captain organized a trip to the hot springs. Are you going?"

"There is no reason to refuse the captain's invitation." Kuchiki Byakuya brushed off the snowflakes that fell on his shoulders, and said as a matter of course, "I will bring Rukia along."

"You finally know how to treat your sister better." Moran Xianyi joked.I asked Rukia in private how she got along with her elder brother, and she always expected that Ai Ai would not be able to make a few moves. He must have a sullen face and didn't know how to communicate with her.

Kuchiki Byakuya felt a little embarrassed, and after thinking for a while, he still opened his mouth and said, "I'll have to trouble you then, Moran."

The implication is that he didn't intend to use travel to get closer to his step-sister.Mo Ranxian looked at the other party steadfastly, reviewed the gestures after deliberation, and narrowed his eyes with a smile: "Do you know? Oi Chuan is my elder brother."

"……I know."

"When we were young, we had a very good relationship. I would tell him what was on my mind, and he would always set aside time to play with me after exhausting training." After Mo Ran Xianyi remembered the last movement in his heart, he was finally able to concentrate Facing him, "But when I grow up, I have more eyes. Although I care about each other, I seem to have a lot of status."

Getting up from the porch to adjust his clothes, Moran Xianyi said seriously: "Now he is about to have his own family, but when I look back, I can't remember the happy times I had with him in these years. I regret it, but that's it .”

Girls grow up fast.Now Rukia is still young, but in a few years, marriage may have to be discussed, will he still be in the mood to worry about these insignificant things?

The guests went out one after another, and it was almost time to come.

Moran Xianyi stood in the middle of the courtyard holding an umbrella, waiting for everyone to stand by the corridor.

Fujido Ryuichi stood beside him with his two sons, smiling arrogantly.In fact, apart from them, there are indeed some nobles whose reputation is lower than that of Mo Ran's family, who have the mentality of watching a show towards her.

Moran Xianyi was a little nervous when he saw this, but after glancing at the loving grandfather and the Suzuki couple, his heart settled down.

At 55:[-], it's time to prepare.She has an appointment at six o'clock sharp.

Closing the umbrella and letting Jin take it over, Mo Ran Xianyi began to form a seal on his hand. This is a special ghost way passed down directly from the Mo Ran family: "O King, the mask of flesh and blood, the steeple, the red crystal, the wheel of steel, the brilliance is shining The way, fanning the wind of fire, the container of arrogance and madness, surges..."

The first half is a comprehensive chants of several general-purpose ghost ways, and the space seals are used to form a petal-shaped ghost way in front of everyone. As the chants and seals change, several more pieces are stacked on top of each other.

"...the other side, bears the direction of the flower vessel, reverses the four seasons by 38 degrees, pink plums hang down, sunset, we catch the stars..."

The direction is the agreed direction of the heart, and the positioning is successful.

It's still snowing tonight, isn't it cold?

59 points, is he on the roof?If not, you must open the window and stick your head out when you hear the sound.

Moran Xianyi let out a long breath, and there was a camellia flower shining with various lights spinning in mid-air in front of him.The appearance is very beautiful, she is very satisfied.

Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at my family, Oikawa, Saotome, Kuchiki, and my mother's garden that was specially chosen to open today...

We are all lost in growing up, learning and growing up in confusion.

Over the years, she has learned a lot.

Thank you so much, friends who accompanied me along the way.

Pulling out the red butterfly from her waist, Moran Xianyi whispered the liberation language.

"It's windy, Hongdie."

The long ribbon drags the bottom of the camellia ghost road, which looks as natural as a calyx.

Mo Ran Xianyi fanned the fan from bottom to top without hesitation, pushing the ghost way up to the sky.

"So we bloomed in the night sky, ink dyed—"

58 seconds, 59 seconds...

"White smoke!"

As soon as the last chant fell, the sky was full of splendor.

Fireworks, large and small, bloomed in the night sky of the Soul Realm, and the snowflakes looked like glittering gold powder.

"Do you still remember, Lucy? The first fireworks we saw when we sneaked onto Liukun Street." Tired and kneeling on the ground, Moran Xianyi stretched out his hand and asked Saotome to pull her up.

Saotome put away the fan, with neither relief nor distress on her face: "I remember. It was repaired miserably at that time."

At that time, they linked hands and said that one day they would become dazzling people.

"Aren't you going to make a wish this time?" Saotome smiled, he didn't know, at least Moran Xianyi was dazzling enough.

"Of course." Moran Xianyi caught a glimpse of Kuchiki Byakuya walking towards her, and planned to wait for everyone to arrive.

She worked hard for 36 petals, and the fireworks will last for a while.While everyone's eyes were still attracted by the night sky, Mo Ran Xianyi calmly looked at the two men, and then slowly uttered a word──

"I plan to let the higher-ups abolish the five-year-old statute." Privately, it is also called the Deadwood Clause.

Whether it was for herself or Kuchiki, she decided to do it.

When Kuchiki Byakuya heard the words, he was silent for a long time.

It wasn't until the last firework was over that Moran Xianyi gave up his alliance in discouragement, and then he choked out a sentence:

"……it is good."

Saotome and Moran Kanyi looked at each other, and then looked at Kuchiki Byakuya and smiled.

For nobles, discipline is absolute.

But for the sake of their loved ones, they must fight it as the case may be.

This is the way for her, Mo Ran Xianyi, to be the Patriarch.