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

Probably because she was too afraid of trouble, Qingming always felt impatient when entrusted by that man or other nobles in Beijing to investigate those strange things, even if the weather was sunny and the breeze was warm, it still made people feel irritable for no reason.

Bao Xian once said that what onmyojis need to do is actually more trivial than Tibetans. They come and go in the yin and yang dormitory, listening to the parents of the east and going to solve the problems of the west. For example, in the spring, Baoxian led the onmyojis to transplant the maple trees outside the city to the Lihu Hall in the palace.

Qingming tapped the bat fan lightly, and in front of Xiwu, a little squirrel jumped out of thin air and onto the child's shoulder. The child smiled through his tears and rubbed the squirrel's big fluffy tail.

Today I came to Minister Zuo's mansion to investigate Miss Yun Juyan's disappearance, and I am not as impatient as usual.

After all, he dragged someone into the water today.

He smiled and straightened up. The willows in the mansion on the left were shaded by willows. The soft willows slid across his shoulders. The pond beside him was rippling, sparkling in the corner of his eyes. When he turned his head slightly, he saw the corridor opposite the pond. Two women approached slowly, the first was an elderly woman with an elegant and dignified posture, and the second was a young woman wearing five clothes, which were colorful and extremely gorgeous, with eyes drooping under her black hair Against the faint green leaves and the bewildering purple gentian flowers on the corridor, it looks peaceful and beautiful.

The miraculous Miss Yuanfuyu still has noble and elegant moments occasionally.

She turned her head sideways and looked at Qingming, her eyes widened slightly, as if a little surprised.

Qingming could probably guess what she was thinking.

The miraculous Ms. Yuandongshi is actually not miraculous. Her thoughts are written in her eyes, and he can tell at a glance. Occasionally, there is a slight dislike for him, and he accepts them one by one with a smile.

At this moment, Ms. Yuan Dongshi has disgust and accusations against him in her eyes.

It was clearly an appointment to meet at the door, but neither party was waiting for the other at the door.

Qingming didn't explain aloud, he really didn't have the habit of explaining to others, but Miss Persimmon stared at him so resentfully and cautiously, he couldn't restrain the upward curve of his lips, fortunately he always greeted people with a smile Yuan Dongshi didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him at this time.

They stood by the pool talking in a low voice, she walked in front of him, the cool breeze by the pool picked up the corners of her thin flower-colored clothes and the hair around her cheeks, she turned to look at him as she spoke, and did not I feel that the corners of my eyes are crooked at this time, like a childlike little fox.

He felt his eyes narrowed slightly, he should look like a scheming big fox.

Then the well-known flirtatious young man of the Left Minister's family brushed aside the willows by the pond, stepped forward, and expressed his love to Yuan Dongshi with a dignified and affectionate appearance.Seimei stood aside, unfolding the bat fan in his hand fold by fold, and then heard Gentoshi's repeated refusal.

There is probably only one Yuan Dongshi in Beijing who can talk about rejection so mercilessly.

In fact, this should be within his expectation. The appearance of this Miss Persimmon is not in any hexagram, and even her words are not in the category that anyone should take for granted, but Qingming can guess her little by little. through.

Probably because he is actually such a person himself.

After many years in Heianjing like a different kind, he suddenly met another different kind, which made him very interested and quite emotional, although the way of expressing it was to keep teasing this Miss Persimmon.

When she left the mansion of Minister Zuo, she used the Tang Paper Umbrella Demon to frighten off the ladies who were ordered by the head lieutenant general to stay overnight in her house. The ladies were frightened and returned to the mansion with a face full of panic. Tongue Yaosan smiled brightly, with a hint of complacency that was hard to see.

Qingming saw her shaking the Tang paper umbrella demon painted with double cherry blossoms, strolling leisurely in the rain curtain, and for a while thought of the double cherry petals that were wet by the spring rain in late spring. Although it was not as light and romantic as it was on a sunny day, it was different. The style is worthy of people's appreciation.

Of course, a pair of bloodshot eyes and a long tongue protruding from under the petals of the double cherry blossoms are quite unpleasant.

When the rain gradually subsided and the sky cleared up, he asked, "If the rain still persists, will Miss Persimmon still use the Tang paper umbrella demon to avoid the rain?"

"Why not?" She looked back at him and raised her eyebrows, "Isn't he an umbrella?"

The tone was natural, as if it should be the case, the strange answer, but it was not strange for her to say it.

Qingming said, "Isn't he a demon?"

"Before I became a demon, I was an umbrella." She took it for granted, "I often use the broom god to help me clean the room."

He laughed and said, "So in Miss Persimmon's eyes, there is nothing special about demons."

"Naturally." She nodded, put the Tang paper umbrella monster back into the talisman and said, "After Song Fu became a demon, wouldn't he still play the piano every day? Maybe for them, there is nothing different between a demon queen and a former demon." difference. Since there is no difference to them, why should I avoid them when they become demon queens?"

Seimei lowered his head and smiled.

This reminded him of himself when he was young. At that time, he had just been accepted as a disciple by He Mao Zhongxing, and he knew nothing about Yin and Yang. Although He Mao Baoxian protected him a lot, how could other people's wings protect him all the time? come here.He peacefully copied the astronomical map drawn by his predecessors in the courtyard, and then was thrown copper coins by other children in Tuyumen.

Although it is a child's speech, but the child's words are the most hurtful.

What did they say then?

Seimei narrowed his eyes and thought about it.

It should be "Go away, you monster", "Why didn't the son of the white fox follow him back to the mountains? Did he want to harm us?" and so on.

He had a withdrawn personality at that time, facing the provocations of these children, he just frowned and found another place to practice. Who knew that every time he changed places, those children would always find him and throw those copper coins to ward off evil spirits on him. Feeling really impatient, he also threw copper coins at those children, which made them even more excited: "The white fox's son has fought back! Let's subdue him!"

If ordinary people respect and fear monsters, then those who learn the yin and yang will vow to kill monsters.

In the theory of yin and yang, everything in the world has black and white.

At the beginning of his study of Yin-Yang Dao, he also thought so.

But only black and white covers everything in the world, without the colorful colors, wouldn't it be boring.

After realizing this, he would never confront those children who threw copper coins at him, but when the other party threw copper coins at him, he would firmly receive the copper coins in his palm with his backhand, and wait for the copper coins for practicing Yao hexagrams to run out. The child cried and begged him to come back.

The same can be done with monsters.

So Jingzhong Gongqing has a lot of comments about him. First, he will laugh and tease anyone who asks him for help, regardless of his official rank. Second, it is said that he will decide whether to kill or release today's monsters according to his mood.

Now, if Yuan Dongshi's remarks reach other people's ears, it would be inconceivable, but when Qingming hears it, he just smiles, but he doesn't know how gentle this smile is, and neither does Yuan Dongshi.

He just thinks that Miss Persimmon, who is not wary of monsters like this, is cute.

It made him want to use the bat fan in his hand to lightly tap the little hair spinner on the top of her head.

That night, he was sitting on the porch, still drinking Hachiman's sake, the sound of cicadas in the courtyard, Kagura did not go to bed early, sitting next to him, dangling his legs, Xiaobai leaned against her, whistling big sleep.

In fact, the night was already very deep, but Qingming didn't want to sleep too much. The moonlight this night was so beautiful and bright that it cast a clear glow on his weedy yard.

Kagura said, "Seimei is in a good mood today?"

He sipped his wine and chuckled, but didn't answer.

"Is it a persimmon?" Kagura asked, tilting her head.

Although Kagura is a child, his sensitivity is different from ordinary people.

He put down the wine cup and was meditating, when suddenly there was a crisp sound of the piano in his ears, a young man with white hair holding a Yaoqin suddenly appeared in the courtyard, Shen Le saw a stranger appeared in the courtyard, he became vigilant, Immediately grasping the handle of the Tang paper umbrella in his hand, Xiaobai also woke up from his sleep immediately, with his ears pricked up, waiting for the cold man in the yard.

Qingming's smile slowly faded, and he said, "Your Excellency's sudden visit, did something happen to her?"

The man said: "She was kidnapped by a fox demon."

That was probably the first time Seimei saw Yuandongshi in a panic.

In the wooden house full of dead air and air leaks on all sides, on one side is the scuffle between the demon fox and the guhuo bird, and on the other side, she is dragged into the memory of the girl Yunjuyan and is in great pain.

With his eyes downcast, he gently held her in his arms, and she pulled his skirt weakly, telling him that Yun Juyan was still alive.

In fact, he knew early in the morning that Yun Juyan was not dead, but he just thought that the girl would be found sooner or later, so he didn't tell others. Seeing her pale face lying in his bed like this was the first time for him I feel that my decision seems a bit inappropriate.

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling uncomfortably, those beautiful eyes were hidden under the eyelashes, unable to reflect his complicated expression at this time.

He thought for a while, held her cold hand, and gently covered the back of her hand in his warm palm.

"Don't worry, Miss Persimmon."

He whispered in her ear, and then suddenly remembered that every time he was impatient to take over these trivial matters, it seemed that he had never said these words to the client so sincerely.

Although he was able to smooth out the mess in his hand one by one, he never thought of smoothing out the uneasy heart of the client.

what……

It seems that this is not right.

But so what.

Later, Qingming also asked Yaoqin Master why he didn't save Yuan Dongshi from Yaohu that night, but chose to tell him.

The demon luthier sat kneeling on the porch of Qingming's mansion in a very standard manner, like the most strict self-disciplined official of the dynasty. He didn't seem to like this unadorned yard overgrown with weeds very much. He only frowned slightly, and played the piano Lying beside him, the strings of the zither seemed to be hummed slightly by the cool wind at sunrise, very much like the turbulent noise of this monster's heart.

Qingming shook his head and said, "You're still afraid."

Yaoqin master said coldly: "Onmyoji, please don't make assumptions."

Qingming laughed, and said: "Actually, you are very similar to Miss Shizi, what is in your heart, what is in your eyes."

The buzzing sound from the strings was even worse, and the demon luthier clenched the cloth in his hands: "How do you guys understand my sadness?"

Qingming said: "I don't understand, but I guess I will never be able to experience such sadness."

The first ray of light at sunrise came down from the eaves of the corridor, and sprinkled between Qingming and the demon luthier.

Qingming got up slowly, came to the front of the house, gently lifted the curtain, the incense that was lit the night before in the house had been burned out, only the faint scent of mustard flowers that belonged to him, behind the screen, fell asleep the persimmon that was very tired the night before Miss.

He picked up some spices and put them into the Hakata stove under the screen, lit it, and the cigarettes curled up. He fanned it with his hands, and his nose was full of the mustard scent that he often used.

Miss Persimmon didn't sleep well, the quilt slipped to her shoulders, he raised his eyebrows, and stretched out his hand to tuck her quilt up, now he is not a conscious body, but tucking up the quilt was very smooth.

The morning breeze blew the bells on the eaves outside the house to jingle, and soon, Miss Persimmon would probably wake up from her sleep.

He thought for a while, then bent down slightly, and the black streamer with the tasseled crown slid down from behind his shoulders, and landed gently on Miss Persimmon's cheek, probably a little itchy, she waved her hand impatiently, Swinging the streamer aside, he smiled silently, and then smelled the mustard flowers that belonged to him in Miss Persimmon's hair.

The golden morning light mischievously climbed onto her fair cheeks, the corners of his eyes were raised, and with a fox-like smile, he imprinted a very, very light kiss on the part of her cheek touched by the sun.

It was so light that Miss Persimmon, who had just been disturbed by the streamers, couldn't feel it at all.

He straightened up, touched his lips gently with his hand, and had the usual smile on his face.

He is very clear about what he wants.

He was never afraid either.

It's just that this Miss Persimmon, who is so twisted and turned even when she refuses others, probably has to go back and forth a thousand times before she understands what he understands at this moment.

He walked out of the house slowly, at this time the sky outside the house was already bright, Kagura and Xiaobai were passing by the porch, saw him, and said: "Seimei, you really smile like a fox now."

He raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Is there?"

"Have."