[Comprehensive] Build a harmonious Honmaru

It was still raining outside the house.

Shen Sheng looked at the poster on the table, then at the dagger playing games beside him, got up and walked to the side of Candlestick Qie Guangzhong, and asked: "Does the judge have to bring a knife to go?"

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong who was asked was stunned for a moment, and rarely gave an answer: "I don't know about this, my lord."

I used to go with the first god judge, and the god judge at that time would go to the festival with all the knives.

The later inquisitor had all kinds of negative emotions towards them, and would be irritated if he said a few words.Apart from reporting work every day, he barely talked, let alone going to the festival with them.

The most important thing is that less than two years after he took office, the judge died suddenly.

Shen Sheng nodded: "It's okay, I'll ask when the time comes."

Ranto Shiro, who was sitting next to the candlestick Kiri Mitsutada, swallowed the senbei in his mouth after listening to her words, and took a sip of tea quickly.

"Is the master not going?"

Shen Sheng nodded apologetically when he heard Luan's words: "Well, the number of time-traveling troops has increased recently. Recently, new god-inspectors have been appointed, and if those newcomers go directly to the battlefield, something will happen, so I'm going to Monitor."

He curled up his knees, puffed his cheeks, and his expression seemed dissatisfied with her words.

Shen Sheng was helpless.

She rubbed her head, and subconsciously reached into her pocket, intending to take out the candy to make trouble; before the candy in her hand was taken out of the pocket, she heard a slightly dissatisfied voice from the orange-haired boy: "Master wants to use candy to fool me again." us!"

The young man in front of her was right in front of her. The distance between the two was close or far.

It's just that the other party's eyes just reflected him; he opened his mouth slightly to express his thoughts,

——Don’t imitate her anymore.

Shen Sheng looked at the mouth shapes made by Ranto Shiro, perhaps because of the translator, the meaning she wanted to express was clearly conveyed to her mind; she paused, and the candy in her hand fell back into her pocket again.

She pursed her lips, and didn't pick up the candy again.

Fu Sangshen nearby didn't seem to notice what happened between her and Luan. Zhu Keqie Guangzhong looked over suspiciously, only saw Shen Sheng's pale face, and he stretched out his hand: "What's wrong, my lord? Are you uncomfortable?"

Shen Sheng shook his head: "I'm too tired recently."

As soon as she finished speaking, the other party's hand touched her forehead: "I have a fever."

His words made Fu Sangshen in the whole room stop their movements, the TV that was playing was the only sound in the whole room, Shen Sheng looked at Ranto Shiro's pale face for a moment and said nothing.

Yaken Toshiro hurried over and put his hand on her forehead, and then hurriedly asked Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada and Nagaso Mikotoru to take her back to the room.

Shen Sheng stretched out his hand and touched his forehead suspiciously, the scorching heat from his forehead made Shen Sheng retract his hand.

……

Yao Yan sat aside and put a towel on her head, and the candlestick Qie Guangzhong came in with a bowl of pitch-black medicine.

Shen Sheng drank the medicine in one gulp, put the bowl on the tray, and heard Candlestick Qie Guangzhong's doubtful voice: "Why does my lord catch a cold and have a fever?"

Lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling, Shen Sheng thought for a while: "Maybe it's because I watched the scenery with Mr. Tsurumaru yesterday."

Yao Yan raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Tsurumaru came to the lord yesterday?" He seemed to remember what happened last night, and continued: "You brought wine?"

Shen Sheng nodded.

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada showed a smile on his face: "My lord, the internal rehearsal for tomorrow hasn't been decided yet, has he?"

Shen Sheng nodded: "Not sure yet, what's the matter?"

Candlestick Kiri Guangzhong showed a gentle expression, and picked up the tray with the medicine bowl on the side: "It's okay, I just remembered that I haven't practiced with Mr. Crane for a long time."

Listening to his words, Shen Sheng threw off the quilt on her body, took off the towel on her head, walked to the desk and took out the insider schedule that had been confirmed before: "Then I'll change it. I originally planned to arrange for Mr. Guangzhong To plow the land."

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong nodded and went out with the tray.

Yaken Toshiro glanced at the candlestick Kiri Mitsutada who went out, and then at Shen Sheng who was reading the documents on the desk, and said in a warning tone: "General."

Shen Sheng looked up at him.

Yaken Toshiro looked at Shen Sheng who was sick and sat down in front of the desk with a confident face, and also looked at him with doubts.

"General, you are still ill."

Shen Sheng heard his 'oh', and returned to the bed with the file.

Drug Research: "..."

"general."

"Ok?"

"I'm going to call Mr. Guangzhong."

Shen Sheng quickly put the documents away on the bedside, and lay down obediently; Yao Yan cleaned the towel again, and stuck it on Shen Sheng's forehead.

The two got a little close, Yaken Toshiro put the towel on her forehead, and when he was about to look away, he saw the scar on Shen Sheng's chest.

He suddenly remembered that the previous conversation about the scar was only halfway through and he stopped talking; because he just touched the wet towel, his fingertips still felt wet, Yaken Fujishiro pushed his glasses: "General."

Shen Sheng, who was curled up under the blanket, let out a muffled sound: "Huh?"

"The general's chest injury, what's going on?"

Hearing his words, Shen Sheng was a little puzzled, raised his head and glanced at him, then put his head back on the pillow: "I said it before, my mother did it."

Yaken Toshiro's expression obviously didn't believe it, Shen Sheng sighed: "When I tell the truth, you don't believe it."

"I believe." Yaoken Fujishiro nodded, and said: "General, rest well, I'll go first."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Shen Sheng's answer, he exited the room.

The rustling sound of Zhangzimen being pushed, and finally the heavy sound of wood colliding with wood.

I don't know if it's the effect of the medicine, but Shen Sheng just felt a little heavy in his head.

When she woke up again, Shen Sheng looked at Tsurumaru Kuninaga.

Fu Sangshen in white was squatting beside the bed with sunglasses on, looking straight at her.

Shen Sheng picked up the pillow next to him and threw it on Tsurumaru Kuninaga's head; with a 'poof' sound, the pillow hit Tsurumaru Kuninaga's face, the sunglasses on his face were crooked because of the pillow, tight Then it slid down with the pillow.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga felt the force of hitting his face, and asked for a while, "Little girl, do you really have a fever?"

Shen Sheng sat on the bed in a daze for a while, looked at the pillow and sunglasses that had slipped off Tsurumaru Kuninaga's face, stretched out his hand to touch the pillow back with his fingertips, and apologized: "I'm sorry."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga waved his hand: "It's okay."

He sat beside Shen Sheng's bed, raised his hand to touch Shen Sheng's forehead, retracted his hand after a while, and handed the thermometer to her: "It should be back, take a test."

Shen Sheng took the thermometer in his hand and clamped it under his armpit, then nodded.

The wall clock on the wall followed the time, making the sound of mechanical rotation; Shen Sheng seemed to remember something, took out the thermometer, and as expected, saw the column of mercury stopped at 37 degrees Celsius.

"Mr. Tsurumaru."

"Ok?"

"That's not what a thermometer is for."

After she finished speaking, she shook the thermometer in her hand, watched the mercury column drop to the lowest level, and then put it back to clamp it.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga scratched his head: "That's it."

Shen Sheng didn't speak any more, leaning against the head of the bed and staring at the wall clock on the wall.

"Little girl."

"Ok?"

"How about meeting you for a drink tonight?"

Shen Sheng recovered after hearing this, and stared at Tsurumaru Kuninaga: "Mr. Tsurumaru, I have a fever today, probably because I was talking about life with you on the roof yesterday."

Hearing these words, Tsurumaru Kuninaga sat on the ground, lowered his head and thought for a while: "Then girl, you should dress thicker tonight."

This man hasn't given up yet.

He also planned to keep her out of trouble.

Shen Sheng took out the thermometer he was holding, looked at the mercury column on it, made sure that his fever was gone, and put the thermometer back into the iron box.

"Mr. Tsurumaru, can you return the thermometer to Yakuken?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga took the thermometer in her hand, walked to the side of the Zhangzi gate and folded it back: "What did Luan tell you?"

The rain outside the house started to fall again for some reason, Shen Sheng looked at the raindrops hitting the window, she looked away, and looked at Tsurumaru Kuninaga; I don't know if it was because of illness, Tsurumaru Kuninaga only felt that she was The whole person was a little weird, and he stretched out his hand and shook it in front of her: "Little girl."

"Mr. Tsurumaru."

"Ok?"

"What kind of feelings does Fu Sangshen have towards the god judge? I mean, the mother who summoned you with her own spiritual power is not the one I took over."

Hearing this question, Tsurumaru Kuninaga thought she wanted to know about her mother's past, held her chin and thought for a while, and said, "How should I say, I watched your mother grow up, probably because of the mentality of a daughter? You Father sees her as a lover, as for others, the lord, the judge, elder sister or younger sister?"

He answered Shen Sheng's words, said what came to his mind, and when he stopped to take a breath, he heard the chatter-like tone of the inquisitor in front of him.

——"You actually hate me, don't you? Me and the former judge."

The two of us, one by one, replaced my mother.

"In your eyes, I'm a guy who occupies a magpie's nest."

"However, it is gratifying that you probably hate the former interrogator who killed my mother even more. I also hate her." Shen Sheng said little by little in a flat tone. She touched her forehead, not sure if it was It's not because the fever has just subsided. When the fingertips touch the forehead, there is still a hot feeling.

Her words and calm tone made Kunianaga Tsurumaru feel a little chilly, he stood where he was, just staring at the woman sitting on the bed so stupidly.

"You hate me for imitating her, but just bear with it for a while."

quickly.

The rain outside the window suddenly fell heavily, and the raindrops that came in obliquely stained the wooden floor with thick water marks, deepening the color.

Shen Sheng got up, walked to the window and closed it.

"Mr. Tsurumaru."

"Stop trying to persuade me."

The author has something to say: There are three judges in this pill.

The first is Shen Sheng's mother, let's call her Mrs. Shen for the time being.

The second is the former God interrogator, let's call her the former aunt.

The third term is Shen Sheng.

Mrs. Shen is the first examiner of Honmaru, and the former aunt grew up beside Mrs. Shen [the photos in Shen Sheng's drawer have already been mentioned before]

But Shen Sheng didn't grow up in Honmaru, she came to Honmaru for the first time at the beginning of the article.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga disagrees with what Shen Sheng is going to do, and wants his good granddaughter to give up, but the good granddaughter is stubborn and expresses that she doesn't want to talk to her grandfather.

At the same time, they also misunderstood their grandfather's views on themselves.

Don't ask me why I'm late!The author shuts himself in a small black room and cannot get out [.

Finally, I wish everyone a happy National Day holiday~ [Although it is a day late