no rain

Chapter 4

After the god judge walked out of the inner room, most of the swords in the room fell to the ground, some of them were still sitting in the banquet drinking, and some of them had disappeared.

After eating the fried tofu and not wanting to drink, Xiaohuwan was idly playing with his hair, when he saw the judge came out, he stood up "suddenly", "Master, are you up at night?"

The judge shook his head, a little surprised that the sword that had just arrived in Honmaru greeted him, and he glanced at the drunk Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada and Yakiri Hasebe under the case, and smiled helplessly in his heart: "It seems How many men with swords are missing?"

Xiaohumaru blinked and said with a smile, "They went out with the geisha."

It turned out that Jiren and the geisha were actually going to solve the problem, and the judge nodded slowly: "You don't seem to be drinking, why haven't you slept by this time?"

Xiaohuwan tilted his head and thought for a while, and replied with a refreshing smile like a big dog: "Because I want to wait for the master to comb my hair."

Both in China and Japan in ancient times, the concept of upper and lower classes was very strict, so that the shadow of that time can still be vaguely seen in today's Japanese society.You can't go beyond being rude to your seniors and superiors. On the contrary, it's a little bit of a violation for a subordinate to ask a superior to do something for him, so Xiaohumaru's request is strictly speaking unreasonable.

And she is from modern humans, and she does not belong to Japan. If you only think of it as maintaining your own sword, or getting close to your pets, it is very reasonable to comb Xiaohumaru's hair.

The judge didn't think too much about it. She knew that Xiaohuwan was a swordsman who liked his master to comb his hair, so she nodded immediately: "Yes, but I don't have a comb with me." After thinking about it, she said, " Why don't you and I go back to Honmaru first."

Xiaohuwan nodded.

The judge looked around the house, took Xiaohumaru downstairs to settle the bill, asked the staff to borrow a pen and paper, left a letter to the sword men upstairs, and then set off back to Honmaru.

When they left Yujuxuan, it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night, and the cold wind in late winter blew through the delicate skin, and the god-inspector, who was only wearing a bathrobe and haori, suddenly woke up.

Xiaohumaru tilted his head and glanced at the judge who shrank his neck instantly at his side. The other party had just reached his chin. From his angle, he could see a head of long hair scattered behind him with some natural arcs, as well as slightly raised eyebrows and Drooping eyelashes.

The breath exhaled by human beings instantly turned into a cloud of mist and drifted backwards in the low temperature night, like a white curtain brushing across the cheeks, revealing the mysterious face of a woman who couldn't see clearly.

"Do you need a princess hug?" Xiaohumaru asked, although he knew that some straight men would speak, but he didn't dare to hug the new master he just met without consent.

"...Ah?" The judge looked back at him, the tip of his small nose was flushed red by the cold wind, and his face was as pale as paper.

Xiaohumaru frowned, leaned over and hugged the judge horizontally, covered the violent wind with his wide sleeves: "I'm sorry." Before the other party could react, Mobility MAX ran back to Honmaru .

After returning to Honmaru, Xiaohumaru followed the judge all the way to her room. The room was decorated with decorations he had never seen before, and he looked around curiously.

The judge took out an unused wooden comb from the inside, and she paused for a moment as she didn't know how to comb someone else's hair.In her outer room, there are only sofas and chaise longues for others to rest on, as well as three or two seats beside the round table by the window.As a close attendant, Daojian needs to guard the outside of her house every night, so she deliberately chose a sofa and chaise longue that are long and wide enough for the swordsman to lie down and rest.

The judge patted the fabric European-style sofa at the corner of the solid wood: "Sit on."

Hearing this, Xiaohumaru sat obediently on the sofa, then turned around and let down her long hair.

The god judge stood in front of the sofa, held up a hand of white hair, and combed it carefully from top to bottom.

The sword being served shook his body happily, and suddenly asked: "Master, do you have special feelings for Jiang Xuezuo's writing?"

The examiner paused after combing: "It may be a little bit, I can't deny this."

"Have you ever caressed his body?"

The judge shook his head, and then thought that Xiaohuwan couldn't see: "No, why do you ask?"

"Because I saw His Excellency Jiang Xue with injuries, I thought you would give him a reply." Xiaohumaru said, "As the master, the god-inspector can not only repair the sword man's injuries by consuming spiritual power, but also in a kind of Under certain circumstances, when we voluntarily share the senses with the proprioception, any touch of the proprioception can be felt by you."

The judge smiled: "It sounds like a dangerous situation."

Xiaohuwan also smiled and said, "Then do you wish to marry him?"

The judge frowned: "I can't say that. But I'm very curious about the scene where the holy existence is defiled, and the look of the cold face crying because of lust."

Xiaohuwan's expression darkened. Her new master is an excellent judge, but his self-prevention awareness is a bit poor.

After combing Xiaohuwan's hair, the examiner looked at the other person stroking his hair with satisfaction, and handed him the carved wooden comb in his hand: "I'll give you this comb, although it's not a very expensive comb, but Very durable."

Xiaohumaru took the comb happily, as if there was no deep meaning hidden in his words.

"Thank you very much, the days ahead are full of expectations."

In the early morning of the next day, a group of men with swords and swords returned to Honmaru in a mighty manner.

Waking up to find that the judge had left, Yaki Hasebe and Candlestick Kiri Guangzhong grabbed the note left by the judge, secretly blaming themselves for their indulgence.

The two of them came to the room of the God Judge together with the close attendant Jiang Xue Zuowenwen, and Hasebe knocked on the door a few times: "Master, we have returned to Honmaru, may I ask you to get up?"

The door was pulled open immediately, but what appeared behind the door was not the judge, but a sword man with long white hair.

Xiaohuwan smiled lightly and said, "Master didn't go to sleep until after three o'clock last night, and he is sleeping well now."

Outside the door, Yaki Hasebe and Candlestick Qie Guangzhong looked at each other, Candlestick Qie rested his chin and thought: "Master has a lot of work on weekdays, so he can finally take a good rest, so let's not bother..."

Hasebe nodded, and Two Blades looked at Jiang Xue, his valet, who nodded belatedly.

With some awkwardness, Hasebe handed over the clothes that the judge in his hand replaced last night to Xiaohumaru, and Xiaohumaru took the clothes and put them on the sofa outside.

After Yakiri Hasebe and Candlestick Kiri Guangzhong left, Xiaohumaru asked Jiang Xue outside the door: "Aren't you coming in?"

"Since the master hasn't got up yet, I'll just wait outside the door." Jiang Xue Zuowen slightly nodded.

Xiaohumaru tilted his head and looked at him: "You seem to be worrying about something, I hope it can be resolved as soon as possible."

There was a little emotion on Jiang Xuezuo's calm face.

And Xiaohumaru smiled slightly, and left.

It was already evening when the judge woke up, she sat up, glanced at the time, and immediately woke up.

What a waste of time to sleep for fourteen hours!

The judge got out of bed quickly, took out the shirt, trousers and long coat from the closet, glanced at the bathrobe placed on the corner of the bed, and something flickered in his eyes.

She dressed and left the room, and with the unique "da da" sound of the suit and leather shoes on the wooden floor, the swordsmen knew that the god judge was coming from a long distance away.

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong prepared dinner as quickly as possible, and the judge just replaced him with a servant.

After the meal, the god judge looked at Candlestick Cut who was packing up the dishes, and said, "Candlestick Cut, I want everyone to take a good rest in the next three days."

Zhu Keqie looked up and said with a smile: "You also need to take a good rest."

The god judge handed Candlestick Qie the battle arrangement that he had drawn up after waking up: "This is the arrangement for the next half month, please pass it on for me. I want to think about other things."

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong took the information and nodded.

"Guangzhong." The god judge suddenly said, and Candlestick Qie Guangzhong looked at her with some surprise. This was the first time the god judge called his name.

"Let's have dinner together next time. It's not good for you to look at me while I'm eating."

Candlestick Cut Guangzhong nodded amusedly: "Okay."

In the next three days, the god judges stayed behind closed doors, and the men with swords did not have any orders to go out. All the wounds of the swords were fully recovered.

Three days later, under the conveyance of Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada, the men with swords received a new order from the God Judge——

Team [-]: Kohomaru, Mikazuki Munechi, Taro Tachi, Hotaru, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, and Ichishin will fight during the day for fifteen consecutive days.

Teams [-], [-], and [-] are on regular expeditions. Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada and Yakiri Hasebe have reached their full level, so they stay in Honmaru and take turns serving as close attendants.

As for Jiang Xuezuo's words, he was arranged to have a ten-day internal series and a five-day expedition after the internal series.

During these fifteen days, the god judges hardly showed their faces in front of the swords. Only the two blades who served as close servants and the captains of the teams returning from the battle would briefly meet with the god judges when they reported the battle situation.

Inquisitors most of the time plan their strategies before the case, or contact the government to obtain the latest information in various regions.

Several times when Xiaohuwan came into the room to report, he saw the woman sitting behind the desk, with long hair scattered on her shoulders, holding a pen he didn't know how to use in her slender hand and looking out of the window, her eyes were full of profound and tired eyes.

Xiaohumaru followed the gaze of the judge and looked out of the window. Outside the window was the scene of Zuo Wenwen's family helping each other in farming in the farmland in the distance.

Xiaohumaru is definitely a smart man with a sword. He leaned behind the door and heard the conversation between the two that night, and he has already roughly understood the intention of the god judge.

She wanted Jiang Xuezuo to have to face the reality, to numb her own compassion in the comfortable inner story, and to engrave the miserable lives of the people in her mind during the expedition across all ages.Let him know clearly that he doesn't like to fight, but if he doesn't fight, he can't save everyone.Even if he hides in this inner circle of the honmaru, he is just deceiving himself and others, his conscience will always be in infinite torment, and he cannot tolerate him being content with the status quo.

She is forcing him to make a choice, forcing him to give up something.

Everything is done step by step, because she clearly knows what to do and what not to do.

He is really a very rational and cruel adult.