It's Hongye, not Nobunaga

It is not the first time for Edogawa Conan to watch tennis. In fact, he can play tennis himself.

But to be honest, the tennis played by these teenagers was completely different from the tennis he remembered.

Watching a scene where a tennis ball knocks an opponent into the air, and then makes a big hole in the outer net, Edogawa Conan can't help but fall into deep thought.

And this kind of contemplation was magnified infinitely after watching the games in other arenas after this game.

Are the current high school students playing in the national competition so exaggerated!

It's because the opponent is too perverted, not because Di Dan is too weak.

Di Dan has done his best!

If it weren't for the impossibility, Edogawa Conan, who had experienced the youkai riots in Kyoto not long ago, might still think that he hadn't left the world of youkai!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of what happened before he came back from Kyoto.

The castle that suddenly rose up in Nijo Castle disappeared in the morning light, and the gloom that shrouded the sky over Kyoto also disappeared.

Except for those people who disappeared because of monsters, the whole of Kyoto is as peaceful as if nothing happened, and it looks extraordinarily peaceful under the sun.

This kind of serenity is completely different from the Kyoto he saw.

After Edogawa Conan arrived in Tokyo, he had a phone call with Hattori Heiji, who had returned to Osaka earlier.

Of course, Hattori Heiji was still worried about the situation in Kyoto, so he found some news through the contacts of the Otaki Police Department.

After hearing that the Kyoto side had confirmed that nothing was wrong, the two worried famous detectives finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"However, you may have to work harder on your side."

Conan Edogawa recalled what Hattori Heiji said to him before he hung up the phone, and his eyes on Shimizu Koji became sharper.

"Conan, you seem to have been staring at Momiji."

On the way back to Mihua Town by car, Sera Masumi looked at the boy sitting behind. As a detective, she naturally had good observation skills, and she had discovered this a long time ago.

Hearing this, Suzuki Sonoko also looked over: "You little devil, don't you want to stick red leaves again after Xiaolan?"

"I didn't!"

Being looked down by Mao Lilan who was hugging her, Edogawa Conan immediately retorted: "...I just think that Sister Hongye seems to have become more beautiful!"

When he said this, several girls also looked at it seriously, and then nodded in agreement.

"It's true!"

"Is there?" Qingshui Hongye lowered her head slightly as if she was embarrassed by being watched.

Starting from this topic, the girls suddenly started chatting about beauty care, and what happened just now was briefly mentioned.

Shimizu Hongye said goodbye to them at the fork in the road, and went back to Kudou's house, where she hadn't been back for a while, and just after entering the door, she smelled the aroma of rice.

"You're back, Momiji." Okiya Subaru, who was wearing an apron, poked his head out of the kitchen when he heard the noise.

She also smiled slightly: "Well, I'm back!"

"Did Okiya-san come back just now?"

"I came back this morning."

Qingshui Hongye nodded when she heard the words, and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water: "I left late in the morning, if I knew you were coming back, I would have gone out later."

"Are you going to play with your friends?" Okiya Subaru returned to the stove.

"Today is the day for Ice Emperor to play in the semi-finals. I went to cheer for everyone in the tennis club."

Her answer was very smooth, and Okiya Subaru didn't have any intention of asking more questions.

Shimizu Hongye helped him, and the two of them talked about what they had done during this time while cooking the dishes to eat at night.

It's just that neither of them actually told the truth.

One is an FBI agent who is investigating the actions of the black organization of international criminal gangs, and the other is a new god who is stirring up trouble in Kyoto. In fact, they have never really been honest with each other.

"By the way, this is for you."

Okiya Subaru took out something from his pocket, and she didn't see what it looked like until she put it in Shimizu Koyo's open palm.

It was a cute-looking black bear pendant with two blobs of red blush on its cheeks.

"Kumamon?" Shimizu Koye looked up at him.

"I just saw it when I came back, so I brought it back. It's a souvenir."

She nodded, and suddenly realized: "Mr. Okiya, you have gone to Kumamoto!"

"Ah."

Okiya Subaru nodded, picked up the milk stew that had just been put into the small pot, and walked past her to the restaurant outside: "I made a lot of things today, I will send some to Dr. Li's house next door."

"it is good."

Shimizu Koye looked at his back, then at the Kumamon pendant in his hand, and put it in his pocket casually.

-

After dinner, the news on TV began to broadcast news from Kyoto.

I have to mention that nothing too big happened this time, and the public relations in Kyoto didn't have to work too hard, and they brought this matter over with ease.

Even if there were some voices of doubt, it was basically like a needle dropped into the water, and it couldn't stir up any splashes.

Shimizu Hongye sat in the living room with her pillow in her arms for a while, then got up and went back to her room.

Those things in Kyoto during this period caused her to delay a lot of things, so now I went back to Honmaru first, took a brief look at the things that Kakiri Hasebe had sorted out, and then asked Foxanosuke directly up.

Foxosuke actually has some opinions on her behavior during this period, but now only Shimizu Koye can manage this Honmaru, and it has become a god, so it is not good and dare not say anything more.

The so-called one who knows the current affairs is a hero, as long as Shimizu Hongye does not forget his job as a god judge, then Fox Nosuke will choose to turn a blind eye.

"My lord... ah...!"

Yan Rong's head hit the door frame of Honmaru directly, making a loud noise, making Shimizu Hongye look over: "... Yan Rong, slow down."

"Ha ha ha ha--"

The big man's naginata seemed to be used to bumping into the door frame. He rubbed the red mark on his face and said with a hearty smile, "It's okay, it's okay!"

"However, this door frame does seem to be a little short..."

"It's Yan Rong, you are too tall!"

The little tengu walked in bouncingly, and when he saw Qingshui Hongye, he called her obediently: "My lord! Good evening!"

"Good evening, Jinjian."

Shimizu Hongye gently touched his head: "Why are you here?"

"because……"

Jin Jian put his hands behind his back and blinked at her: "May I come here, my lord?"

"Ok?"

Shimizu Hongye looked at him, and Yan Rong followed behind him with a smile, as if I had something to hide from you, without any concealment at all.

She stood up thoughtfully: "Then let's go."

"it is good--!"

The lively child raised his hands high, then took Shimizu Koye's hands together, and dragged her towards the vestibule of Honmaru.

"...cough cough!"

Jinjian coughed twice pretending to be mysterious.

The originally dark courtyard suddenly lit up with dots of light, like fireflies flickering in summer, adding a bit of mystery to the night.

Tables and chairs have been set up in the yard, and there are a lot of food and drink on the table.

The unique sound of the shamisen drew a trace in the silence of the night. As the music sounded, the man's deep voice also sang a melodious tune.

The moonlight came out from behind the thick clouds, and fell on Jiro Tachi, who walked slowly to the middle of the courtyard with a folding fan.

Seeing him dancing to Taro Tachi's singing, Shimizu Koye's eyes fell on the swordsmen who had been secretly hiding aside just now, and now finally showed up.

"This is how the same thing?"

"It's a banquet! A banquet!"

The beautiful and gorgeous hair accessories on Taiko Zhong Zhenzong's hair swayed.

The Lion King on the side raised his index finger and explained to her: "Because everyone thinks that a welcome banquet will be held for the lord, so we took a while to prepare it!"

"These are all made by ourselves!"

Hotaru and Aizen Kunitoshi raised their hands high, and put the snacks on the plate in front of her eyes, and the short knives from the Awataguchi family smiled at her behind them.

Shimizu Hongye picked up a piece and put it in her mouth, drawing a gentle smile: "It's delicious."

The last note played by Taro Taidao fell, and several Fusangshen who were still staying beside Shimizu Hongye also trotted over there, and formed the formation they had lined up earlier.

"Welcome to Honmaru!"

"—My lord!"

-

The sword men rehearsed a variety of programs in advance. In addition to the Tarojiro brothers at the beginning, there were waka songs by Umaru and Kasen Kanesada, the chorus of the Awataguchi family, the persuasion of Imaiken and Yan Rong, Mikazuki Zongjin and Ishikirimaru Sword Dance, Tsurumaru Kuninaga and Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada's magic and so on...

The banquet was held until the moon fell to the branches. Some of them fell asleep and some were drunk. Qingshui Hongye, who didn't drink, was the most sober.

"Master—let's have a drink together!"

Jiro Tachi fell drunk on the low table, and raised his empty wine glass to this side in a daze.

Shimizu Hongye shook her head with a smile, and then heard Xiaodou Changguang's voice beside her: "My lord doesn't seem to drink at all?"

"Well, I haven't touched it for a long time."

She didn't deny it, holding the cup of sake that Japan had just poured for herself, and looked at the moon shadow reflected in it: "The last time I drank was in the Heian era."

"Did something happen?"

A few people who were not very drunk came over curiously, and Fudo Xingguang didn't touch alcohol at all tonight, so he just stared at her and waited for her next words.

He remembered that Oda Nobunaga did not drink much back then, but he never drank at all...?

Fudo Yukimitsu remembered how many times Oda Nobunaga got drunk.

Shimizu Hongye met his ignorant eyes, bent her eyes and smiled, and concealed the matter of pretending to be drunk in the past.

She looked away, and her memory drifted away, as if she had returned to Ping An Jing thousands of years ago.

"At that time..."

Shimizu Hongye's eyes became hazy, as if covered with a layer of moonlight. For some reason, she put the wine dish on the table.

She pursed her lips, as if she was a little pink because of the smell of alcohol: "...nothing."

The author has something to say:

It is true that Nobunaga rarely drinks alcohol.As for what happened back then, I don't know (.)

Taro shamisen and Jiro dance are the stalks of the new sword dance.

I watched the theater version today.I am angry.

I obviously bought the Japanese version, but the opening sentence in Mandarin stunned me.A few girls in the seat next to me also bought Japanese. I don’t know why it turned into Mandarin when it was played….But fortunately, the perception of Mandarin is not bad, otherwise I will die of anger.

Kyogoku is really handsome.Kaito too!Candy makes me happy.Don't ask, just ask if there is any conflict between me playing the official game and my drinking other cps!

I want to fight fast.I found the preview that was cut off at station b, it should be Xiuyi next year... I also want to open Xiuyi (An Ning) I am a fickle woman, so I want them all! !

Next year, I will take the written test for Netease Leihuo's school recruitment.

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