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

After Yuan Dongshi finished saying that, the corridor fell into silence for a while, until the bird flapped its wings and stopped on the maple tree in the courtyard. The branches of the maple tree shook slightly and made a whirling sound. It fell from the branch and lightly landed on the water surface of the pond in the courtyard, causing shallow ripples.

Yuan Guang first broke the silence with a smile, and said, "Then, Daoist, let's have another round of Shuanglu."

Mr. Fujiwara looked at Minamoto, then looked up at Minamoto, and said, "Okay, this sentence will definitely win you." He paused, and then said, "Raikou, didn't you want to visit the near Lieutenant General Wei, let’s go now.”

Minamoto Raimiko nodded silently, and was about to leave. Before turning around, he looked at Yuan Dongshi again, and Yuan Dongshi also looked at him calmly. At this time, the dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and bright lights shone On his sharp side face, he softened the sharp edges and corners a little, lowered his eyes slightly, and said: "Lai Guang will take his leave first."

Yuan Dongshi nodded and said, "Lord Lai Guang, be careful on the road."

In the end, Minamoto Raimitsu didn't say anything, turned around and left the corridors. His steps were firm and steady, as if no wind and snow could shake him.

Such a powerful warrior should also have pride and vigor, but as strong as him, he failed to protect his sister after all. This kind of remorse and fear will probably accompany him for the rest of his life, and it is difficult to get rid of it from his heart.

Gentoshi sighed, greeted Yuanguang and Mr. Fujiwara, and then walked slowly to his room.

Yuan Dongshi woke up the next day, and was dazed by the sunlight coming in from outside the screen. This made her a little unaccustomed to hearing the sound of rain for several days. She stretched out her hand to cover her eyes. cover, and then planted his head on the pillow.

She was pulling the quilt and was about to cover her head when the ghostly luthier's cold voice sounded in the room: "Master Dongshi, it's time for you to get up and visit Mr. Qingming."

She yawned, poked her head out of the quilt, opened her eyes in a trance, and saw the demon luthier sitting beside her pillow, looking at her seriously.

Yuan Dongshi patted his forehead with one hand, and said, "What time is it?"

"Noon."

Yuan Dongshi turned over and said, "It's still early."

"Okay." The demon luthier replied.

Yuan Dongshi yawned again, and when she was about to fall asleep in a daze, a piano sound suddenly exploded in her ear, like the first thunder that resounded through the spring. She only felt that the heart in her chest was beating faster suddenly, and she breathed Suffocated, he sat up from the bed suddenly, and said with a mournful face: "Can't I get up!"

The demon luthier stopped plucking the strings and said: "Okay." As he spoke, his figure gradually disappeared, leaving only the four-foot screen painted with vines and flowers.

Yuan Dongshi held his forehead with one hand, feeling like crying.

The cold wind blew across her face, and Shikigami's rebellion broke her heart.

It was already a quarter past hour when Yuan Dongshi drove to the Qingming House located at a bridge on Tuyumen Road.

The weather was exceptionally good this day, the sun was shining brightly but not scorching, and it made people feel very comfortable when it was sprinkled on the body. It seemed that the flesh and bones that had been rusted by the rain for days had regained a little vitality. The reeds on the bridge head swayed gently in the wind, Yuan Dongshi just got out of the ox cart, and just walked in front of the old gate with the pentagram and platycodon, when he heard a loud laugh coming from the courtyard.

If it wasn't for the fact that the person laughing was a man, Yuan Dongshi felt that the laughter could be described as trembling flowers and branches.And the person she was looking for today, Abe Seimei, the patron saint of Heian-kyo and the savior of mankind, usually wouldn't smile so heartily.

After thinking about it, she still knocked on the courtyard door with the back of her curled middle finger.

She was also thinking about the people in the courtyard having a happy conversation, and guessing that the knock on the door was too soft to be heard, so she prepared to work harder.But before the knock was knocked, the courtyard door suddenly opened a crack, and then she saw a forked black tail poking out from the crack.

Yuan Dongshi was stunned for a moment, then reached out and grabbed the tail.

A shrill cat meow came from inside the door, and then a male voice asked, "Maoyou, who is outside the house?"

It turned out to be a cat again.

Yuan Dongshi clicked his tongue. If the cat had no owner, she planned to take it back to raise it.She let go of her hand, and the black cat flew back with a whoosh of its tail. She smiled and pushed open the door, and saw the black figure of the cat jumping into the weeds in the yard. Cleverly jumped up the hallway of the house.

There were two people sitting on the porch of the room, one of them was dressed in a black safari suit, handsome, with the corners of his eyes slightly down, he seemed to be awake.He held the white-glazed wine cup in one hand, held the cat that had jumped into the corridor into his arms with the other, looked at Yuan Dongshi who pushed the door and entered, and said, "It turned out to be Miss Dongshi, Qingming, it seems that you guessed again." By the way, the legend in Beijing is not groundless."

"Guess right?" Yuan Dongshi was a little strange, she walked up the corridor along the inconspicuous stone path among the grass, and sat next to the twig under the corridor.

Qingming sat opposite He Mao Baoxian, lazily leaning on the pillar, with one knee bent, with a chic and leisurely posture. He held a manuscript in both hands, turned his head to look at Yuan Dongshi, and said with a smile: "Today, my brother and I It's a guess."

While he was talking, he waved his hand, Shikigami Aya appeared out of nowhere, and in front of Gentoshi, he added another plate of poached rice cake with silk noodles and a bowl of steaming Ishikawa beast eye tea.

"We all figured out today that there will be guests visiting Qingming's mansion, and then we guessed who the person who came to visit today is. He guessed it was Miss Dongshi, and I guessed it was the three of Boya." Baoxian said, He stretched out his hand to reach for the silk-faced tuckahoe cake neatly stacked on the white plum and black-glazed plate, but before he could hold it up to nod, a bat fan was already lying between him and the dim sum, and he withdrew his hand without changing his expression. Looking at Qingming, he said, "It's just a plate of Poria cocos cake with silk noodles."

Qingming took back the bat fan, looked down at the manuscript in her hand again, and said, "This is specially prepared by Ling Nu for Miss Shizi, brother, don't take people's love away."

Bao Xian sighed and shook his head, and said: "At the beginning, you were still a child who had just passed the formal ceremony. You were innocent and very cute. Whenever your father gave you something delicious, you would always think of me first. Baba sneaked into my room every night to feed me. But now, you have become such a junior."

Qingming smiled and said: "There are other things like this, why don't I know?" He said, raised his head to look at Baoxian, and said, "Brother, I would like to accept the bet and take my place in the palace tonight."

Baoxian gave the cat in his arms a smooth motion, then sighed deeply, turned his head to look at Yuan Dongshi, and said, "Miss Dongshi, please comment..."

With Ishikawa Beast Eye Tea in one hand and a Poria Cake in the other, Yuandong Persimmon stared at him and said, "What reason do I need to comment?"

He Mao Baoxian was silent for a moment, then said, "It's nothing."

After hearing this, Yuanfuyu took another sip of the steaming Ishikawa Beast Eye Tea and looked at Seimei.

Qingming leaned against the corridor, with a stack of long manuscripts in his hands. He looked down at the manuscripts, looking at them very seriously. From her perspective, he could still see his trembling eyelashes. The sunlight outside the corridor shone on his shoulders. He was covered with a layer of indistinct golden light. At this time, the usual playful smile was no longer in his eyes, and his whole person looked quiet and beautiful.

Seeing that he was watching seriously, she casually asked, "What did Mr. Qingming look at?"

As she spoke, she took a bite of the silk noodle tuckahoe cake in her hand. It was fluffy and soft, with a hint of sweetness. Aya girl is really good at making it.

He Mao Baoxian smoothed the cat's hair in his arms, and said: "The storybook that has been spread in the palace recently, the lieutenant generals of the guards and the others on duty in the palace these days rely on this book to spend the long night. I thought that Qingming would be on duty in the palace tonight, so I asked the lieutenant general of the guards for them, and lent them to him to read at night to kill time." He said, frowning and thinking, "This book seems to be What is it called "The Tale of Tsuchimikado"..."

Yuan Dongshi choked on the silk noodle Poria cocos cake in his mouth.

She turned her head stiffly to look at Qingming, only to see that Qingming had already put down the manuscript in her hand, with a smile on her lips, she lifted the white glazed wine cup in front of her from the top of the scorpion, took a sip of the wine, looked at Yuan Dongshi, and said: " Why does Miss Persimmon seem to be shocked?"

The corner of Yuan Dongshi's mouth twitched, looking at the manuscript in his hand.

Qingming smiled, and said: "It is rumored that Di Shangshi has a great literary talent, judging from the first volume of "Tuyumen Monogatari" today, it is indeed a well-deserved reputation."

Yuan Dongshi: "..."

Seeing what he said, Bao Xian said with great interest: "Oh? What kind of story is this "Tuyumen Monogatari" telling?"

The corner of Qingming's mouth raised, and he gently put the wine cup back on the bowl, and said, "Brother, don't you know after reading it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuan Dongshi immediately said: "My lord Baoxian, you don't need to read it, "The Tale of Tuyumon" is actually about the daily encounters of a man named Aliangliang Muli who lives in Tuyumen Dalu. Stories about ghosts and ghosts, these stories are naturally novel and exciting to others, but to you, they are nothing more than trivial everyday things."

As she spoke, she looked at Qingming, only to see that Qingming was also looking at her with a smile, the corners of her eyes were upturned, and there was a narrow smile in her eyes.

Yuan Dongshi twitched the corner of his mouth, then turned his head away from him.

"If that's the case, then don't read it. I also hate reading the words written by women in the palace that make my teeth turn sore. It's hard to read." Baoxian said, holding the cat and got up again, saying, "Since the bet lost to Qingming, then I will go get ready and go to the palace to be on duty tonight."

Qingming didn't get up to see her off, she just smiled and said, "Senior brother, go slowly."

"I just want to go fast." He Mao Baoxian said, holding the cat in one hand, he quickly walked down the corridor and left Qingming's house.

Yuan Dongshi: "..."

After Baoxian left, Yuan Dongshi looked at the manuscripts on Qingming's lap again, and felt indescribably embarrassed. She buried her head in drinking tea, wondering if the sunlight outside the eaves brought some uneasy feelings in late autumn. Seeing the scorching heat, she actually felt a slight heat in the pinna.

A gust of wind swayed the bells at the corners of her eyes, and the melodious jingle rang in her ears, followed by Qingming's chuckle.

She put down the tea bowl and looked at Qingming, Qingming was holding her chest with one hand, looking at her with a crooked face, her eyes were full of smiles.

"It seems... Ms. Persimmon knows about "The Tale of Tsuchimikado"?" Seimei asked.

Yuan Dongshi's forehead twitched, and said: "I know a thing or two." She said, and buried her head in the tea bowl again.

"Then Miss Persimmon should study it carefully, the story is quite good." Qingming smiled, looked up at Shikigami Aya who was standing beside her, and said, "Please trouble Aya to refill Miss Persimmon's tea."

Yuan Dongshi was taken aback for a moment, only to find that her tea bowl was empty.

She only felt that the heat from the pinna spread to the whole ear, almost burning to the neck.

She tightened her collar with a blank expression, and said: "I, like Lord Baoxian, feel that the words written by the female officials in the palace are too obscure and difficult to understand."

Qingming smiled even more: "It's okay, if Miss Shizi has something you don't understand, you can come and ask me." He picked up the manuscript on his lap, and said, "For example, this sentence' Onmyoji stumbled into the wilderness, The shoulder pierced by the monster was bleeding too much at this time, so it didn't hurt very much, but his eyes were a little blurry, as if he was about to fall among these withered wormwood in the next second, and when his body shook, a pair of The long and slender hands were already on his shoulders, and the palms were burning hot, making his sense of touch that had almost disappeared instantly return...' This paragraph describes the first encounter between the protagonist Onmyoji and the heroine Saga Kaki..."

Yuandong Persimmon is as angry as a spring: "You are enough..."

Qingming said innocently, "I want to share a good story with Miss Shizi."

Yuan Dongshi almost cried to him: "Aren't you angry?"

"Why are you angry?" Seimei smiled, and put the tea brought by Aya girl in front of Yuandongshi himself, and made a "please" gesture, "I wanted to use it for entertainment when I was on duty tonight, but I didn't expect it After reading it in one breath, I don't know when Di Shangshi will finish the second part."

Yuan Dongshi: "..."

Qingming raised the wine cup again, took a sip, and said, "Speaking of which, if Miss Shizi doesn't return to Ertiaoyuan all night, she should be fine."

Yuan Dongshi looked up at him and said, "What?"

"It's nothing." Qingming smiled and said, "I just want to keep Miss Persimmon."

Yuan Dongshi: "..."

She shrank back, her eyes widened, and she said, "What, what?"

"Why does Miss Persimmon seem to be frightened again?" Qingming blinked, "Isn't Miss Persimmon here today just for this?"

Yuan Dongshi patted his chest, then put one hand on his hips, pointed at Qingming with the other, and shouted: "Qingming, you spout blood! I don't! I didn't expect you to be so Qingming!"

"Oh?" Qingming raised his eyebrows and said, "Miss Persimmon didn't come here today because of the Qingliang Palace?"

Yuan Dongshi pointed at his hand, which froze, then dropped powerlessly: "Of course."

"That's it." Qingming said, "I just want to invite Miss Persimmon to visit Qingliang Hall at night."

Yuan Dongshi: "..."

The bastard, Qingming, why did he say something so dreamy when he visited the Qingliang Palace at night!

"But I still don't know what kind of Qingming Miss Persimmon is talking about." Qingming sighed pretendingly, and said, "I'm just an onmyoji who is extremely upright but disturbed by material taboos."

Yuan Dongshi: "..."

Hehe, you pretend, you continue to pretend.