I didn't expect you to be such an onmyoji.

After Ibaraki-douji was wounded and left, all that remained under Rashomon were the wreckage of cows and wagons that had been split into several pieces, exuding a pungent smell, and the flames jumping in the city made the shadows under Minamoto Laiguang's feet erratic.

Yuan Dongshi looked at Seimei, then at Minamoto Raiko, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"After Miss Shizi left, I made a divination for Miss Shizi." Qingming said with a smile, "I really hope that my divination is not accurate."

The bat fan in his hand tapped lightly in his palm: "As for Lord Raikou..."

Minamoto Raimiko put away his mustache and mustache, turned his head to look at her, those sharp eagle-like eyes seemed to be a little bit more hostile after cutting off the monster's arm, Minamoto's scalp was numb from his sight, and he smiled dryly He shifted his gaze.

At that time, her face and body were covered with sticky blood stains, and there was a sticky smell of blood in her nose, even Wei Guang pinched his nose and stood far away from her.And the bloody clothes stuck to the skin were extremely uncomfortable.She sighed, only thinking of going back to Ertiaoyuan to take a shower and change clothes. As soon as she took a step, she smelled a faint fragrance of mustard seeds in her nose.

She is very familiar with this fragrance, she thought that Qingming followed, but she felt something draped over her shoulders, she turned her head to look, but saw a beautiful and slim woman standing behind her, holding a The large empty-colored unlined garment was draped over her shoulders, and when he looked at her, he smiled slightly, looking extremely gentle.

But Yuan Dongshi trembled and shrank back.

The woman was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said: "It's cold, Miss Dongshi be careful of catching a cold."

Yuan Dongshi was about to answer, but suddenly reacted, immediately stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, and shook his head vigorously.

The woman blinked her eyes and tilted her head puzzled.

At this moment, a chuckle came from beside Yuan Dongshi, and she stared over, only to see Seimei covering her mouth with a bat fan, and her fox-like eyes were full of smiles.

And looking at that look, Yuan Dongshi knew that he was being played by Qingming again.

She turned her head, cleared her throat with a few coughs, and said to the beautiful woman, "I'm really sorry, just now..." She paused, not knowing what to say, and said, "Because Qingming told me not to want strange women." strike up a conversation so I don't strike up a conversation with strange women"?Or "Because the big monster Ibaraki Doji disguised himself as a woman to deceive my feelings, so I am now full of vigilance towards strange women and I probably won't get better"?

...No matter what you say, it seems to be particularly cowardly.

Yuan Dongshi said sternly: "It was Seimei who said that the women I talked to today are all monsters, so I was a little bit on guard."

The woman was stunned for a moment, then covered her mouth and smiled and said: "Master Qingming is right, I am a monster."

Yuan Dongshi: "..."

Seimei smiled and said, "She is my shikigami, Aya."

Yuan Dongshi: "..."

Sure enough, Seimei played with her.

Ling Nu said softly: "It's cold in late autumn, Lord Qingming sent me a piece of clothing to keep Miss Dongshi warm."

After Ayane said this, Yuan Dongshi didn't think Seimei was annoying anymore.She gathered up the single clothes on her body that were still stained with mustard seed incense Seimei used to, and looked up at him. He was still wearing a white safari suit, which was neatly tucked into the black hat, and his eyes were on the lights on the Rashomon city wall. It doesn't look real under the reflection, but even so, Yuan Dongshi knows that the corners of his eyes must be slightly upturned, like a snickering fox.

The bastard Qingming occasionally has moments when she isn't a bastard.

"Mr. Seimei is really amazing to be able to command such a large number of shikigami!" Gentoshi patted his horse and said, "Then, Mr. Seimei must have the kind of shikigami who can send people home."

She pointed to the messy Rashomon: "My cart and cattle are gone!"

Qingming smiled even more when he heard that, he tapped the bat fan in his palm and said, "Of course."

Minamoto persimmon stepped on the monster wheel and flew into the road from Rashomon at the southern end of Heian-kyo all the way to Erjo-dairo at the northern end of Heian-kyo with a frightening momentum.

The grimace on the wheel let out a domineering howl in the wind.

Yuan Dongshi remained expressionless, letting the strong wind blow her hair into a mess, blowing and blowing her pride and indulgence.

Wei Guang grabbed the wheel with one hand and shook it, and finally left a prolonged scream in Ping An Jing.

Yuan Dongshi decides to take back that sentence, the bastard Qingming will always be the bastard.

When Yuan Dongshi returned to Erjoyuan, his mind was still a little dazed.

Weiguang got off the wheel of the wheel, staggered into the courtyard, and then fell to the ground. Several attendants who were lighting lanterns in the corridor heard the noise, and immediately ran forward to help Weiguang up. One of them The attendant looked at Yuan Dongshi, hesitantly said: "Only him...Miss Dongshi, you..."

Yuan Dongshi said sternly: "It's okay, it's just that I took Weiguang to experience the murderous intent in the tranquility and tranquility of Heianjing, which has returned to the night. Young people, they still need more experience."

Attendant: "..."

She turned around and walked towards the inner courtyard. Just as she took a step, her legs went limp, her whole body shook violently, and she almost fell down. The attendant hurried over to help her. Stopped the attendants, with a solemn expression: "No problem, today's Heianjing... is indeed full of murderous intentions..."

After she staggered away, one of the attendants trembled, the other supported Weiguang, looked at him and said, "Why are you shaking?"

The attendant said innocently: "It must be a very cruel and powerful monster who can hurt Miss Dongshi like this, ah... After Miss Dongshi said this, I feel more and more murderous in Ping'an capital at night, very dangerous."

"Ah, yes." The attendant supporting Weiguang said, "Even Weiguang, the most courageous among us, has already become like this."

……

Yuan Dongshi walked in the corridor of the inner garden of Erjo Courtyard, and the lanterns that passed by her in the corner of the corridor reflected a wavering shadow under her feet. Occasionally, a small wind blew by, bringing the coolness of late autumn, and she shivered. She shook, and then tightened the man's unlined clothes around her body. When she smelled the mustard flower scent on the clothes, the corners of her mouth twitched.

"Anyway, sneak back to the house first."

Yuan Dongshi made up his mind to sneak back to his room first, put on his thick clothes, freshen up, and then go to Zi Ji and the others to share his adventure tonight.

Yuan Dongshi turned the corner of the house and came to the corridor of his own house. There were two orange lanterns under the corridor, which coated the edges of the maple leaves extending from the corridor into the corridor with a hazy light. She didn't care much about the noise, so she stretched out her hand to lift the heavy curtain hanging from the crossbar in front of the house.

A cloud of hot air surged in from the room, and a thin layer of mist formed in front of her eyes. The noise that was originally heard in her ears was now very clear. There were a few women sitting next to the twig in the room, none other than Ziji Xiaoshi. They, Xiao Shibu, held a collection of Tang poems in their hands. They were obviously playing guessing rhymes. They all turned their heads when they heard the noise. The moment they saw Yuan Dongshi, there was a moment of silence in the originally noisy room. The collection of Tang poems in Xiaoshibu's hand slipped from her hand and fell to the ground with a crisp "pop".

Yuan Dongshi: "..."

Why on this day, this group of people gathered in her room!

She silently wanted to tear off the men's unlined clothes from her shoulders, but Zi Ji, who was sitting next to Xiaoshibu, said in surprise: "Sister Dongshi, are you wearing men's unlined clothes?"

Before Yuan Dongshi could answer, the women in the room had already held their faces in their hands, and their eyes were full of surprise: "Could it be that Miss Dongshi went to visit the nobleman at night?"

Yuan Dongshi: "...you all want to go there!"

She tore off the clothes on her body, but the surprise in the eyes of several women was even greater.

"Sister Dongshi! What's wrong with you, your face?!" Zi Ji held her face in one hand and pointed at her with the other.

Yuan Dongshi stretched out his hand and touched her cheek expressionlessly. Ibaraki Doji had splashed blood all over her body when he slaughtered a cow. Although she wiped some at that time, it was inevitable that some omissions were left. When the wind blew, scabs formed on her face. .

She blinked and said, "It's not mine."

Mr. Bian was already a little incoherent: "Dong, Miss Dongshi! Could it be that when you went out to visit noble men at night, you also killed an evil spirit by the way? Ah, you really deserve to be sister Dongshi!"

Yuan Dongshi: "..."

"I'm really not going to visit a noble man at night." Yuan Dongshi rubbed his forehead weakly, and said: "The thing is like this, I went to Tuyumen House to ask Seimei for help because of the Qingliangdian incident and the Rashomon incident. , and then on the way back to Nijoin, I met the monster Ibaraki Doji."

All the female rooms in the house let out a hissing sound of gasping for air.

Zi Ji widened her eyes, and said: "I have heard the legend of this monster, it is said that it is a big cruel and bloodthirsty monster!" She propped her hands on the ground, moved towards Yuan Dongshi, and said, "Could it be that the blood on Sister Dongshi's face belongs to him?"

Yuan Dongshi shook his head: "No."

"That's it?" Xiao Shibu asked.

"Oh." Yuanfuyu said expressionlessly, "Ibaraki Doji killed a cow in front of me."

"..."

Yuan Dongshi rubbed his forehead: "It's true."

After a moment of silence, Zi Ji asked, "Is it the other end of our Ertiao courtyard?"

Yuan Dongshi said sadly: "Yes."

"So did you avenge it?"

Yuan Dongshi: "...he ran away."

All the women's rooms: "..."

Bianjun asked again: "Which young master does this dress belong to?"

Yuanfuyu persimmon got stuck, and then he struggled to utter a few words: "...Abe Seimei."

So, on the second day, those noble ladies in Ping'an capital who were too busy every day learned a new gossip.

The legendary Ji Junyuan Dongshi, who used shikigami to test the head of the noble girls' dream lovers, investigated the sudden evil wind in Qingliang Palace in order to relieve Jinshang's worries.On the way to investigate, he encounters the big monster Ibaraki Doji from Tamba.

That Ibaraki Doji was extremely vicious, and beat Yuan Dongshi's attendant Yuguang unconscious on the spot. Yuan Dongshi was filled with grief and anger, so he began to fight with Ibaraki Doji, but the monster was fierce and cunning, Yuan Dongshi was plotted by him and was seriously injured. At this time of danger, the Great Onmyoji Abe Seimei arrived in time and rescued Yuan Dongshi from the monster.

Holding the weak Genfuyu in his arms, Abe Seimei frowned and said, "Are you okay?"

Yuan Dongshi had blood in the corner of her mouth, her face was pale, and there were tears in her eyes. She stretched out her hand, gently stroked Abe Seimei's cheek, and said, "You are finally here."

"Sorry, I'm late." Qingming lowered his eyelashes.

"I don't blame you." Yuan Dongshi smiled miserably, "Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault."

Qingming was silent for a moment, put her clothes on the body of the person in her arms, tightened her arms, looked at her bloodless cheeks, and said in a deep voice, "Ibaraki Doji, I will never spare him!"

At this moment, a drizzle of rain fell from the sky, hitting the bloody maple leaves, and there was a mournful melody in the distance, which seemed to be someone's mourning.

……

Yuan Dongshi: "..."