Lady Sharo of Onmyoji

The night is hazy, and the crescent moon is thin.

The attendant led the way for Seimei with a lantern on his feet.

"Lord Qingming, be careful where you step, the master thought you had prepared a room, and told you to rest here tonight."

Seimei nodded slightly.

Today, he was cut by He Mao's father and son. He felt a little displeased but he couldn't do anything about it. After all, there are probably only a few people in this world who can make him angry...

With the breeze blowing, he turned left and right at He Mao's house, and finally came to a small courtyard.

"This is right here, Master Seimei, please follow me..."

Only some common and easy-to-raise flowers and bamboos are planted in the yard, and the rustling of the bamboos in the wind adds a sense of tranquility.

"That's it, I'll go in by myself." Qingming ordered.

The waiter bowed and stepped back.

A few stone cages in the courtyard shimmered.

After returning the shoes, Qingming casually opened the paper door, the room was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

Qiye didn't sleep deeply, and when she heard the sound of the door, she asked vigilantly, "Who is it?"

Qingming didn't expect that there would be anyone in the room, but after hearing Qiye's voice, his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, and Qiye looked at him sleepily.

Qiye's appearance here is completely reasonable. Although the father and son yelled that they would help whoever Sha Luo turned to, and now they arranged this move... they are all duplicity guys.

"it's me."

"Seimei-san?"

Now Qiye was completely awake, sat up, although she was a little surprised, but some things became clear after careful thought, so...

"Are you going to sleep here tonight?"

Qingming spread her hands: "It seems that there is no choice."

"Then...do I need to avoid it?"

"Why do you want to avoid it?"

"..."

Qingming walked in slowly, closed the door casually, and lit the oil lamp in the room, the hut was dim,

"Because husband and wife are supposed to live in the same room."

With a 'bass', Qiye's face flushed red.

Although he knew that he wouldn't really do anything to him, his heartbeat accelerated inexplicably.

The sudden shadow approached, Qiye didn't have time to do anything, a cold hand was pressed to her forehead...

Qingming sat beside Qiye's couch, covered Qiye's forehead with one hand, and tried his own forehead with the other. Qingming said to himself: "I don't have a fever, why is my face so red?"

Is this person playing dumb?Pulling his hand off his forehead, Qiye said in his heart: With his narrowed fox eyes, one can tell that he is not an honest person.

But she can't say something like 'I blushed when I saw you'...

Qiye Xu said: "It's a little hot..."

"Hot?" Qingming was startled, then looked around with a half-smile, and said, "Wait a minute."

Before Qiye could respond, Qingming exited the room neatly...

What is this for?In fact, you don't have to come back tonight.

Qiye was secretly glad, but a little disappointed.

What's wrong with her?

He said 'wait', which means he'll be back in a moment.

Look at the small, pitiful single bedding set under her... She'd better get over the difficulties in front of her first!

Qiye looked around, she remembered that this was her room, there was a wardrobe under the east wall, there were things she thought of...

Sure enough, Qiye found another set of bedding in that closet.

The father and elder brother are also sensible, knowing that she and Qingming have incomplete memories, so they only give them the chance to be alone and flirt, not what they really want to do.That's why I left an extra set of bedding.

So when Qingming appeared with the tea set, Qiye was helping Qingming spread the bedding.Qingming was very surprised: "Where did you find this?"

Knowing that Qingming was asking about bedding, Qiye answered without raising her head: "I found it in the cupboard... ah~ it's ready, Qingming-san, you're going to sleep here late...you brought back tea, I'm really sorry thirsty."

Before Qingming put down the tray in his hand, Qiye directly picked up the teapot in the tray, poured tea into it, put the teapot back in the tray, picked up the teacup and drank it in one gulp, repeated this three times...

Qiye drank three cups to relieve his drink, and Qingming tragically used it as a coffee table...

He finally put the tea sets back where they belonged, but a bullock cart could pass between his bedding position and Qiye's bedding position.

Qiye was stunned, and the two beddings moved closer together, so close that they could touch each other with just one hand.

"Madam, is there anything else you are not satisfied with?"

"Could it be too close?"

"Is it? I just want to make it easier to chat with my wife..."

chat?Is this the rhythm of a sleepover meeting?

She just wanted to sleep quickly, so that she wouldn't be embarrassed when she fell asleep.

Qiye said casually: "Good night."

"Wait a mininute."

Why wait a moment again?It's not over yet, isn't it?

"Madam's long hair is really..."

her hair?Is it rough and messy?Qiye hurriedly smoothed her hair.

"let me help you."

Qiye couldn't help but refuse, and took the ribbon of Qiye's hair from the pillow, and then quickly and gently gathered all the hair with her hands, and tied the end of the hair with the ribbon...

I feel like I'm going to smoke, the right time, place and people are all taken up, she is really going to be teased by this man tonight...

Who knows what embarrassing things could happen.

"I'm going to sleep, good night." Qiye quickly got into the bed with her head covered.

Qingming smiled, then concentrated on taking off his coat and jacket, then took off his hat, and finally blew out the oil lamp.

It seemed that the oil lamp was blown out, and Qiye slowly emerged from the bed. The darkness gave her a sense of security and protection.

And Qingming reviewed what he did today, and tragically found that there were too many things today, and he forgot to ask about the very important thing.

Jiping, Jichang, the blood of the white fox... What will happen if Qiye finds out?

Qingming asked in a tentative tone, "Does Madam like children?"

"Child? I like cute things." Qiye said slowly.

"I'm talking about children."

"..." Qiye's voice became slower and lighter: "I like cute children." I don't like bear children.

"How does Madam feel about Ji Ping and Ji Chang?"

"how……?"

"Madam, do you think Ji Ping and Ji Chang are cute?"

"Oh~ very cute." Qiye's tone was obviously perfunctory.

"My question is serious and important."

That voice was hypnotizing her... Oh my God!She couldn't bear it anymore, so she had better give up struggling.

"lady??"

"..."

"Seven leaves?"

"..."

Is this asleep?Just fell asleep?Is she so at ease sharing a room with a big man like him?

Seimei's forehead twitched non-stop.

Any important questions, wait until she finishes playing chess with Duke Zhou.

***

Before going to bed, He Mao Baoxian usually goes to the twins' room to have a look, the two babies are sleeping soundly.

Even for the sake of the two little ones, he would only help Qingming, saying that he was helping Hei Qingming just to put more pressure on Qingming.

Under the porch, the Three-tailed Fox was keeping watch at night. When he saw He Mao Baoxian coming out of the twin's room, he casually greeted him, "Hey, master, do you want some tea?"

He Mao Baoxian shook his head: "No need, drinking tea will affect my sleep quality. If I don't sleep well, my complexion will also be bad."

The three-tailed fox pursed its lips, and asked unwillingly, "When will Gu Gu come back?"

"almost."

***

The night sky is full of stars, the sky is high in the middle of the month, and the midnight has just passed.

The green light fluttered down, like countless fireflies, and the stars of the fireflies gathered together, bright and soft, but not dazzling.

The fireflies gathered in front of a green grass, embraced it, and enveloped it.

Twinkling as if speaking their own language.

—Wake up, wake up.

——Master has been waiting for you for a long time.

--hurry up.

——Come on.

The light of the fireflies surrounding the green grass slowly spread out, from the bottom to the top, every time it spreads out, it will reveal a part that looks like a human body...

Feet and legs, waist and neck, arms and little hands holding dandelions, heads and hair...

A six- or seven-year-old little girl made up of various greens appeared in the big flower pot, replacing the emerald grass...

With a jerky and delicate expression, he slowly pulled it out of the big flowerpot.

"Master, where are you?"

The author has something to say: The debut of Yingcao, this grass is a violent output, and the cp is tentatively Ibarakigi...