Dark Fallen Honmaru Strange Talk [comprehensive]

In this Honmaru, if the smiling face Qingjiang's ability to pull hatred ranks second, no one can be called the first.

"I want you to dress formally..."

Qianli finally broke the long silence after he entered the door, "I didn't say I asked you to borrow the clothes cut by the candlestick."

"Oh," Qing Jiang smiled narrowly, "Master doesn't like it?"

"..."

Under the subtle silence, Qianli glanced at him subconsciously.

There is a saying that a man wearing the right suit is a walking hormone.Even though the clothes were borrowed from Candlestick, they still fit after being resized.The straight black is enough to show a slender figure, and the waist is gathered just right. Just sitting this way, coupled with that appearance and smile, it is completely imaginable how many girls can be attracted.

...Thinking about it this way, I feel strangely proud and a little uncomfortable.

She looked away calmly.

"...It's not a matter of liking it or not."

Qianli frowned and said: "In our side, when visiting a friend's parents for the first time, no one would dress so formally."

"It doesn't work like that in the internal service, and it doesn't work if it's too formal..."

Smiling Qingjiang sighed like having a headache.

"Human etiquette is really strange."

He originally thought that this would attract the stare of the judge who always sticks to etiquette, but he did not expect that the other party also nodded.

"It's very troublesome."

"Fortunately, I saved my hands to prepare," she said lightly, "Here, you can wear this tomorrow."

Taking the things she handed over, Qing Jiang looked at the brand-new casual clothes in the paper bag with a smile, and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Although I haven't opened it yet, but with the careful style of the examiner, I will come here and there, probably—no, it must be the right size for him.

"Master really knows my size." He said meaningfully.

"Smiling Qingjiang—"

Hasebe next to him called out his name in a low voice in warning, and the ballpoint pen in his hand was squeezed into a "click".

"I'm talking about the size of the clothes," Qingjiang said innocently with a smile on his face, "Has Mr. Hasebe thought of something bad?"

Hasebe was shocked by his shameless blaming.

Looking at Qingjiang's smiling expression, Qianli guessed that he might still be venting his anger.

That night, he obviously wanted to practice what he said, but she pushed him away a second before he was about to make a move, using the reason that Yiqi and Hasebe might come over later.And while it turns out to be true, it just makes someone more bitter.

The next day, when he walked around the corridor in Honmaru, he opened his neckline a little for fear that others would not see the bandages inside, so he almost wrote on his face, "This is what the master personally bandaged me." The target of public criticism.

As for its collateral effects--the stack of blank forms in Hasebe's hand, on each page, only the first box of Shuheban has "Smiling Qingjiang" written on it.

This comes from the handwriting of Yamato Shou Anding.

Smiling Qingjiang is too much hatred, this time it can't be solved by just pulling hands together, but it's a problem that will be done tomorrow, day after day, day after day, day after day.When California Qingguang pulled out a stack of blank templates expressionlessly, planning to fill in the names one by one, An Ding held him down while sandwiching a piece of carbon paper between each two forms.

"Isn't this more convenient? It's enough to write it once." He said with a smile.

But right now, Hasebe can only viciously cross out the name of "Smiling Qingjiang" in Tomorrow's Shouhe Fan.

"I'm asking about Zhuwan."

After calmly coping with the laughing Qingjiang's teasing, Qianli warned: "Be careful what you say tomorrow, don't be so outspoken."

"If he behaves badly," California Qingguang suggested seriously, "Master, consider breaking up."

Smiling Qing Jiang: "..."

Do you dare to be more blatant in digging?

"Ha ha ha ha."

For some reason, Ping Dao, who stayed here drinking tea, sipped his tea, "What a big crisis, Qingjiang Hall."

Someone asked this question before him.

"Sanriyue Palace..." Maeda asked hesitantly when he helped bring the teapot, "Isn't it usually by Yuan's side?"

"It's a little bit cold today."

Sanriyue smiled and said: "The old man can only hide here, but he has witnessed a very interesting situation."

"Qingjiang Palace will work hard," Yizheng's gentle tone remained unchanged in the first episode, as if the aggressiveness was just an illusion, "Really?"

Smiling Qingjiang understood the meaning of the word "besieged on all sides" for the first time.

It doesn't matter, he understands, it's all envy, jealousy and hatred.

The identity of the God-inspector is special, and she thinks that she will at least make plans for the identity of "Miyagi Chisa" after graduating from university, and usually travels back and forth between the present world and Honmaru frequently for her studies.And after communicating with the government of time, the relative superior also agreed that she would return to the world tomorrow with a sword.

——To visit someone’s house.

As early as a year ago, when he accidentally came to this era with the God Inspector, he also took the transportation called "tram" in this world.The atmosphere of the two trips hasn’t changed much—in this overly restrained society, even if the car is full of people, it is quiet and there is no sound.

The only difference is that this time he has a physical body, and this is not the rush hour, and there are a few passengers sitting scattered in the carriage.The judge lightly poked him when he was about to arrive at the station, and with a smiling face Qing Jiang followed her out of the tram amidst the voice of the conductor at the front of the train announcing the station.

"However, it's rare that you don't quite understand Master's intentions."

After leaving the station, he rolled his eyes when he handed back the PA**OO card to the judge.

"My understanding here is that it's okay if the master wants me to accompany you, but it feels like more than that."

Indeed more than that.

Qianli lowered his eyes.

"In this life," she began, "my parents died when I was very young."

"I was raised by my grandmother. Fortunately, she is a very good person."

So it is the best and most worthwhile ending to die peacefully in her sleep without any illness, but that was when she was in junior high school.Looking at it this way, whether it is Horiguchi Chisato or Miyagi Chisa, they probably have nothing to do with family affection.

People are impermanent, they are always missing and being missed.

"If I want to be with you forever in the future, I still hope to be recognized a little bit—even in this form."

Even Miyagi Chisa is just a stranger to them.

Qing Jiang with a smiling face was startled when he heard the words.

"Although it is not appropriate to say this now," he raised his eyebrows, "but the master is willing to say so, I am very happy."

Chiri looked away uncomfortably.

"There's nothing right or wrong."

she whispered.

"However, before the past, change the name to me."

"……what?"

"Remember, don't call me 'Master'," Qianli said angrily to his blank eyes, "I don't want to be thought of as playing some shameful game."

"Isn't that also a kind of fun?"

When he met her substantial gaze, Qing Jiang immediately changed his words honestly with a smile on his face: "No, no, I'm just kidding."

"But I can't call the master by his real name," he said with a smile, "although you can call it 'Qianli' now, but you can't say that in front of the master's parents, right?"

...that's really a problem.

"When the time comes, I will use 'she' to refer to it."

Qianli sighed, and came up with a compromise plan that could fool him, "Just use 'you' when talking to me... just forget about the honorifics."

"Is the master too nervous?"

The two were still walking on the road, and Qianli didn't correct the name of Qingjiang who smiled, only realizing that he saw her most subtle emotions, even his own, which he only noticed after he said it.

She said "um".

"Relax," she smiled as always, "You are our master."

It is obviously flimsy and has no convincing reason, but it is reassuring for no reason.

According to the address given by the gods, they stopped in front of a house that was obviously newly built.

There was a "Horiguchi" sign on one side of the outer wall. Chisato took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

She had already thought about how she would react when someone opened the door, but she couldn't help being stunned for a moment when she actually saw it.

In Chisato's impression, Horiguchi Yuhui has always appeared in front of people with exquisite makeup. Her identity determines that she is calm in every gesture, and she usually looks only in her early thirties.The only two times she saw her mother lose her composure was when she rushed to the hospital and once when she went to the station to express her condolences.

Although she knew that three years had passed, in her opinion, women seemed to grow old overnight.

There were fine wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, and the cheeks were a little slack. Although she probably didn't expect guests to come to the door, and it's normal to be at home with a bare face, but answering the door directly like this is not the way a mother she knows should behave.

Horiguchi Yuhui was also a little surprised to see her stunned, "You..."

"Ah," Qianli came back to his senses, and hurriedly bowed, "I'm very sorry for bothering you."

"I am Miyagi."

She introduced herself: "Miyagi Chisa."

"Qiansha..."

This time it was Horiguchi Yuhui who fell into silence, she murmured the name softly, it took a long time to realize her impoliteness, and she smiled tiredly: "I'm sorry...just because this name resembles my deceased daughter. "

Qianli pursed her lips.

"……I know."

she whispered.

"I'm here today...for the sake of Senior Qianli."