please don't die

In winter, the temperature of the charcoal basin cannot drive out the cold.

Jiang's fingertips were already frozen, and this was still when she was wearing the twelve single clothes.

Another day of sitting upright facing the blurred scenery outside the curtain.

Jiang quickly forgot when he last spoke.

A month ago or a year ago?

The servants wouldn't talk to her, she just had to listen when her father spoke, which made it even more difficult for her to remember when she last spoke.The only three people left who can talk to her, the eldest brother will not approach her room without authorization, and the biggest reaction of the twin brothers seeing her is to kill her.

There is another one, she should not have seen him for three years.

What day is today?

She looked at the snow outside the curtain. It had been snowing for thirty days and nights, and it should be almost the end of the new year.

The weather this year is not too bad, Jiang can still sit and watch the snow for a while.In a few days, the coldest time will come, and she will probably not be so leisurely.

She is naturally afraid of the cold, and it gets worse every year.When it was the worst, even putting a charcoal basin in the whole room did not necessarily warm her body up.

Still, cold is still cold, if not too bad.

She was so cold that she didn't know if she would have time to hold Jinjian if something broke in suddenly.

Jinjian was sleeping by Jiang's hand.The last time she came out of the sheath was probably the last time she spoke, in order to kill some monster who wanted to take her liver out of nowhere.

She only said one sentence at the time, but she had forgotten what it was.There are too few things she can do now, and she is not good at recalling.

While she was staring at the snow outside the window in a daze, the shadow of the maid stopped outside the curtain.

"Jiang Ji, my lord is looking for you."

She didn't respond.Instead, he waited for the maid to come in, helped her up and walked out.

The maid even trembled when she touched Jiang.

Jiang didn't say much, and now every maid who saw him looked like this.

She didn't know why her father was looking for her at this time, it was more or less about Onmyoji.

Two years ago, the death of the yin and yang head named Yumo Zhonggu made Heianjing restless for a long time.But there is nothing difficult for Heianjing.No matter how big the incident was two years ago, in the end it was nothing more than a talking point in other people's mouths.

For Jiang, Yumao Zhongju's death brought at most a little change in her life.

About half a quarter later, Jiang saw her father.

"grown ups."

Yuan Manzhong nodded to indicate that he could step back.The maid left hurriedly, as if fleeing.

Jiang sat on the ground facing the bamboo curtain, which had been drawn down, but there was no one outside.Probably because they hadn't come over yet, the two sat there dryly, neither of them opening their mouths.

His daughter hasn't left her small yard for nearly half a year.Listening to the reports of the maids, I haven't spoken for nearly a year.

Although this was a common thing for Jiang, in fact her suffocating silence made many maids feel intimidated.

Of course, the physique of attracting ghosts is also one of the reasons why those maids are afraid.

Ever since Jiang killed a monster who wanted to take her liver in front of the maids in the mansion, they became afraid of Jiang.Part of the reason was that the monster came for her, and part of the reason was that her slaying movements were too neat.

Yuan Manzhong was also there at the time. He looked at those Jiangs and knew that the training for this daughter was not wasted.

Unfortunately, it is not enough.

Heian-kyo is not a peaceful place, it is the most chaotic place.Yuan Manzhong couldn't be more clear about this.

In this place where people and ghosts live together, Jiang's physique is like a candle in the dark night, leading the way for those ghosts.Fortunately, such days won't last long, whether it's the barrier or the seal, or even the big sword she carries with her, they are all specially prepared to solve this problem.

When there are exceptions, onmyojis are needed for those exceptions.

The voice in his head was interrupted by footsteps.

The footsteps gradually became louder, and soon a figure was seen.Through the bamboo curtain, the face of the visitor could not be seen, only a young man who had not yet been crowned could be recognized based on his figure and hairstyle.

The visitor sat down outside the curtain and saluted.

"I just solved some small troubles on the road, and it's a little late."

Needless to say what the little trouble is, Yuan Manzhong glanced at Jiang, she still had that calm expression.

It is indeed not easy to be so calm as the culprit.

He thought so, and those who want to reply still have to reply.

"Nothing, please take care of me in the next few days."

He also hired an onmyoji two years ago, but unfortunately those two were not very lucky.After almost losing his life, he never wanted to see him again.

This time, this is the last disciple of Yu Mao Zhonggu who died two years ago.Originally, Yuan Manzhong still had some concerns, because this person is too young, just thinking of his friendship with his master and his performance in the exorcism ceremony two years ago, Yuan Manzhong still decided to invite this person to solve these problems this year. Little troubles that gradually increased day by day.

"This is Jiang Ji. Because ghosts tend to gather around her since she was a child, she had to stay in the room. It's just the nearest family priest, and she has to leave for a while, and you will need to take action at that time."

Courtesy greetings end here.Next, Jiang was asked to go back to the room, which was surrounded by barriers arranged by Yu Mao Zhongju.

It is indeed useful to say that no ghosts can invade.

As for the corridor area, Jiang himself can handle it.

The air is still cold.When Jiang walked through the courtyard, he looked around. Unsurprisingly, it was a monotonous world with large expanses of white and only sporadic gray dots.

Jiang doesn't dislike white, it's just that there are more whispering things in the air.They scrambled to get close to her ear, talking about something she hadn't heard a thousand times.These don't hurt people, but their appearance represents a start.

Just like when she came, the maid trembled and dared not speak.She couldn't see anything around her, she just led Jiang back to her room and left quickly.

The room was not much different from when she left, except that there was an extra brazier.

Jiang didn't know why, and she didn't think about why.She just sat down and looked out of the curtain.

It was still a blurry scene, but the difference was that there was a person standing there, who seemed to be leaning against a pillar.

When and how he was there, no one knows.

"Ma Ye."

She hasn't spoken for a long time, but her voice is not hoarse, but a little slow.

Hearing Jiang's voice, the visitor turned around and raised the curtain.

The face Jiang saw was still the one she was familiar with, but with some expressions that he didn't have before.

He was laughing, something Jiang had never seen before.

"How long haven't we seen each other?"

"Three years."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

The author has something to say:

In the end, I decided to cut the yin and yang settings.

In fact, according to Qingming's official path in history, Ye Wang probably didn't have much political status in Yinyang Liao.

But politics is not just about yin and yang, and it's not surprising that Qingming's final official position is still higher than that of yin and yang.He is also the only one.

The distribution of forces in the Heian era is quite complicated. According to an introduction I read on Zhihu, Jiang Zai’s Genji is a new warrior class, and Onmyoji and other theocracy are another force. In addition, the Emperor and the Fujiwara family , the textual research will be exhausted (lying down)