Lady Sharo of Onmyoji

She remembered how to make dim sum, but for wagashi...it should be similar!

I found simple ingredients such as rice, and saw that the cherry blossoms are in full bloom outside. It might be good to pick some cherry blossom petals...

But in the courtyard, there are a bunch of people who are curious about the identity of Qiye. They are standing, sitting, or leaning against the tree...

The two shikigami who knew about it were Xiaobai and the boy and girl, and the girl was flying up and down on the huge cherry blossom tree to help Qiye pick petals and had no time to take care of them.

"I heard you call Qiye 'Madam'?" Qingming was also very curious about Qiye's identity: "Whose wife is Qiye?"

Xiao Bai was startled at the side: "Master Qingming really forgot about his wife."

"Hey! Qingming." Boya scolded loudly, "You don't even forget you have a family, do you?"

"A little bit..." Qingming shook his head: "I just feel that Qiye is an important person. Could it be..."

Qiye is his... It's his... Some people can't imagine it, and they are a little bit happy.

"Xiaobai said that Qiye is Seimei's wife..." Kagura thought for a while, and expressed it more clearly: "Qiye is Seimei's wife."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Wife?" Qingming didn't know what to do, and was a little shy. If it was someone like Qiye, he thought he was...

"Then, please tell me a little more about me or her!"

"Madam comes from a famous family, she is very gentle to Lord Qingming and us, but..." the boy hesitated slightly and said: "But the lady's name is not 'Qiye', I once overheard Master Qingming call his wife 'Shaluo' '..."

"Qiye said that her soul is incomplete, and she doesn't remember the past." Qingming thought secretly, and then said: "Besides, the horse chestnut is another name for the sala tree..."

Everyone only said: That's how it is.

"Then, tell me how Master Qingming and his wife met?" Eight Hundred Bhikkhu said with great interest, "I'm more interested in Master Qingming's love history."

Qingming covered her forehead, helplessly: "Please don't inquire so openly in front of me, okay?"

"Ah~ Master Qingming is shy." Eight hundred bhikkuni asked again: "Aren't you curious about Master Qingming's love history?"

"Love history? Does one person like another's experience?" Kagura's eyes lit up, and he said straight to Seimei, "I want to know that being liked by others should be the most beautiful thing."

Seeing that my sister agreed, Boya couldn't object.

Xiao Bai and Tong Nan looked at each other...

"When I became Seimei-sama's shikigami, Madam was already Madam."

"The same is true for Xiaobai. Madam knew Qingming-sama much earlier than us shikigami." Xiaobai said with nostalgia: "My childhood sweetheart probably refers to Qingming-sama and his wife."

"So that's how it is, it's really enviable!" Eight Hundred Bhikkuni turned her head and asked, "Master Qingming really doesn't remember anything?"

"I have a little impression." The folding fan hit her hand once and for all, and Qingming's eyes fell a little far away: "The word 'Shaluo' sounds very happy to my ears."

"Since she is Qingming's wife, why doesn't she live here? Where was she when Qingming lost her memory? Where did she go during Qingming's lost time?" Boya intuitively felt that this was the weirdest place: " Since Qingming has a wife, why is there no trace of her at home?"

"This... this..." The boy's expression was indescribable, or he didn't know how to say it.

But Xiaobai said something surprising: "Madam has been missing for a long time."

Everyone was shocked, Tong Nan also nodded to confirm Xiaobai's statement.

"Before Master Qingming lost his memory, Madam disappeared. At that time, Madam was pregnant..."

There are still children?

Qingming couldn't calm down: "What happened? Tell me everything you know, I really care."

"At that time, Master Qingming was confusing, and everyone was a little scared because of his unpredictable temperament. Therefore, the shikigami of Master Qingming were taken care of by his wife..." Seeing Qingming's normal face, the boy decided to continue: "When Madam was about to give birth, many servants came to the house to pack up Madam's frequently used things. Then a ox cart arrived. Lord Qingming personally sent Madam to the cart, and Madam came back again..."

"Then who owns the bullock cart to pick up Mrs. Shaluo?" Boya thought to himself that the bullock cart was used to pick up people, it should be nobles or officials.

The boy shook his head.

Babai Bhikkhuni said to herself: "I'm pregnant and about to give birth and go out, there must be something very important!"

"Hey." Kagura asked softly, "Seimei didn't go to Mrs. Sharo?"

Tong Nan still shook his head, feeling unspeakable pain.

Isn't it too strange that my wife is lost and I don't even look for it?

"Although Master Qingming is unwilling to tell us more, but I have a feeling..." The boy raised his head, his tone became dreamy: "Madam should have gone to a place that we can't reach, even Master Qingming Nothing can be done..."

When Qingming heard this, he immediately thought of death. Only death is a place that they cannot reach. Therefore, his wife died back then. Thinking of this, his heart suddenly became very heavy and painful. The pain of human beings is burned into his soul...

Holding his chest and sitting down slowly, he couldn't bear it any longer.

"Qingming, are you alright?"

"Seimei-sama!"

After waving his hands, Qingming smiled: "Madam is so 'missing', has no one else who knew Madam looked for it? For example, Madam's natal family..."

If it is really death, how can the relatives not care?

Xiaobai said sharply: "Madam has no relatives..."

"Hehehe~~" A soft female voice came slowly, teasing: "Without relatives, could it be that I jumped out of a crack in the rock?"

The man has gentle eyebrows and gentle eyes; a slim figure; long black hair loosely tied in a small knot at the end and hanging on his chest; dressed in a sky-blue fluttering Tang suit, holding an ebony plate and slowly walking out of the rain of spring flowers come...

"Qiye..." With the words in her throat, Qingming's language changed again: "Shaluo..."

Put the ebony plate on the stone table in the courtyard, and there are several plates of exquisite five-color snacks on the ebony plate.

"Ah, it looks really good." Eight hundred monks praised.

The virgin poked her head out from behind Qiye: "Madam's wagashi is delicious. The virgin has already eaten it, and the taste is the same as before. No! It's more delicious than the ones made before. Let's try it."

"Then, thank you for your hospitality."

"Like petals, I can't bear to eat them."

"Xiaobai is about to start."

"Thank you ma'am."

"..."

Qiye silently sat on the porch with the eight hundred monks.

The spring sunshine is bright outside, passing through the overlapping cherry blossoms, with the fragrance of cherry blossoms scattered on people's body, face and hair.

Sunshine...it's really nostalgic.

Eyes slowly look up to the sky through the fingers...

"The weather is so nice!"