[Comprehensive] My father's name is Sanriyue

Before the early morning mist dissipated, Honmaru began to be lively.

There are swordsmen cleaning with rags and brooms everywhere, even Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who usually likes to make trouble, is also diligently cleaning the floor.

The swordsmen are full of energy, with joy and excitement on their faces, as if what they are doing is not an inside story that they usually despise, but a battle that can make their blood boil.

This kind of phenomenon is very rare in this pill, especially in the more than two months since the previous judge left the post, no matter how much everyone comforted and cheered, they couldn't hide their frustration.

After all, they have lost their masters, so there must be time to buffer, and the future is uncertain.There are too many Honmaru after the normal resignation of God-inspectors like them. Not everyone will throw their best years in this pill. Coupled with various reasons in this world, they have to leave the work of God-inspectors There are not a few people.

It is also difficult to find a successor for such a Honmaru. Most of the people who are willing to be judges are willing to create a Honmaru by themselves, rather than being a successor.This also led to the Honmaru where the god-judgment left, and the men with swords in Honmaru had to work hard on their own to win a god-judger.

The existence of the God-inspector is very important to sword men. The God-inspector endows the sword with spiritual power, and pulling the sword shows the god of mourning. The sword man is injured in battle, and the God-inspector needs to use spiritual power to help the sword man heal The wounds, just by soaking their hands in the pool by themselves, will heal very slowly, and the effect is not very good.

The god judge is like a large generator, everything in the pill is supplied by the god judge, if the god judge is lost, it is tantamount to a power outage, and everything in the pill will disappear.

Today is the day when Honmaru succeeds the god judge and returns to Honmaru. When the god judge came to Honmaru last time, Honosuke hurriedly notified him. Tsurumaru Kuninaga messed up his impression, so this time everyone supervised each other. Never allow a little error.

"Phew, I'm exhausted!" Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who finally finished wiping a corridor, collapsed on the ground with no image, and pretended to be fanning the wind with a rag in one hand.

"Tsurumaru-den, get up! You're dirtying the floor by lying down like this!" Honosuke yelled standing beside Tsurumaru Kuninaga with a rag in his mouth.

"What's dirty, Foxnosuke, don't you see that I'm wearing white? If I want to get dirty, the floor will stain my clothes, okay?" After a good performance, it will show itself after a while. This crane doesn't like scrubbing and cleaning the most. It's the inside story.

"If your clothes get dirty, it means you didn't wipe the floor seriously! Tsurumaru Kuninaga! Don't try to be lazy!" A mop flew from a distance, and the mop head was precisely placed on Tsurumaru Kuninaga's face.

"Woooo——" Tsurumaru Kuninaga immediately took off the mop and stood up. He looked in the direction where the mop came from: "When did you come back, Hasebe? Didn't you say you were coming back with the master?!"

"Hmph!" Yakiri Hasebe snorted coldly, but he couldn't suppress the complacency in his tone. Hearing the voice, Kunimitsu Tsurumaru Nagamitsu could imagine his current expression, probably his tail was up to the sky.

"My lord specially sent me to check on the condition of Honmaru. You all clean it carefully for me. I must let Honmaru welcome you with a brand new and best appearance!"

"Hey, Hasebe, is it true that the master sent you back because he thought you were too annoying? Hahahaha!" Tsurumaru Kuninaga laughed wildly while holding up a mop, and the candle holder Mitsutada who was cleaning the door and window on the opposite side glanced at him. Cut Hasebe's completely black face, quietly winked at Okurigara who was beside him, and quickly moved the water basin, rag, broom and other tools before cutting Hasebe's hands with two blades Walk.

Hasebe hadn't spoken for a long time over there, obviously he was poked into a sore spot by Tsurumaru Kuninaga, which made Tsurumaru Kuninaga even more proud. Fox's help at his feet saw that the situation was not good, so he let go with a rag in his mouth Little Shortlegs ran away.

"Foxinosuke, stop! Didn't you wipe your feet when you came up?! The floor you just wiped was dirty!" Tsurumaru Kuninaga turned his head and saw Foxunosuke running wildly, leaving behind A string of plum blossom footprints made him so angry that he wanted to catch Foxunosuke and beat him up.

"Oh, you deserve it!" A malicious taunt came from a distance, Tsurumaru never wanted to go back, but he heard the other party shout: "The time is coming, everyone hurry up and clean up!"

"Yes!" The swords scattered around responded one after another.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga looked at the really dirty floor, and suddenly his eyes died. He thought very "maliciously": Very well, Foxnosuke, from now on, you don't want to steal a piece of fried tofu from the kitchen again!

At ten o'clock, the whole Honmaru took on a new look, not only the cleaning of the Honmaru, but also some old facilities such as the stables and warehouses were refurbished and rebuilt. Of course, these were all completed by the construction team of the time government a few days ago. Great cleaning.

The swordsmen who finished the cleaning work gathered in the courtyard. When more than 60 swordsmen gathered together, they looked like a dense crowd. When they were not fighting, they had no murderous aura, and they restrained their breath very well.

Standing in the corridor, Kakiri Hasebe went around with satisfaction, cleared his throat and was about to give another lecture, when the communicator rang.

The virtual image automatically pops up and appears in mid-air, which is the privilege set by Kashi Hasebe for the opponent.

The virtual figure floating in mid-air is the most beautiful sword. At this time, his expression is slightly heavy, and the crescent moon in his eyes is also sinking into his eyes, which is dark and invisible. Pressing Hasebe, he is in a bad mood, and immediately asks: "San Riyue Your Highness, what happened?"

The swordsmen who were still whispering at the bottom quieted down instantly, and all their eyes turned to the virtual image.

"Ah, hahaha, it turns out that Hasebu has already connected." The old man seemed to be reminded, and then he realized that the phone was connected, so he laughed, and the heavy expression just now disappeared.

"His Highness Sanriyue, is something wrong with the lord?" Yaki Hasebe spoke anxiously, and frowned.

"Hahaha, what's the matter, the master is recovering very well." Sankai Yuezongjin spoke in a calm and steady voice. Only Xiaohumaru Ishikimaru, who knew him quite well, could understand that there might be something really wrong. Alright, otherwise Sanri Yuezong would not have put on such an appearance.

"Yaoyan just went to check with the doctor about the situation. Today's treatment process is a bit slow. We may not be able to make it back before three o'clock in the afternoon. You let everyone leave first, so you don't have to wait."

"Well, that's all, I'll hang up first." Mikazuki Zongjin nodded to himself, and was about to turn off the call as he spoke, but Yaki Hasebe hurriedly stopped.

"Wait, Your Highness Sanriyue, is the lord still awake? I hope to report the situation of Honmaru to the lord. In case something is missing, I can make preparations now." Yaki Hasebe said sincerely.

"Is that so..." Sanri Yuezong tilted his head and thought for a while, "Well, let me ask for you. When I came out just now, the master seemed to be falling asleep."

Sanriyue Zongjin seemed to be standing at the door of the ward. He turned around and stretched out his hand to push open the door. The video suddenly turned to the ground and moved forward a little wobbly.

"Gu Jianjun, the master is asleep—" Sanri Yuezong's voice suddenly rose from a low voice, and then stopped.

"What are you doing?" Sanri Yuezong's tone suddenly became dangerous and condensed, his voice was low, and then his right hand landed on the handle of the knife at his waist.

The communicator on his right hand finally showed an image, and Hasebe, who saw the image, exploded in an instant: "What is he doing to the lord?! His Highness Sanriyue, hurry up and stop him!!!!"

The swords below were also excited, because they all saw that in front of the bed in the ward where the judge was lying, the solitary sword in black bent over and bowed his head, and buried his head on the neck of the judge. What he was doing, his long hair blocked the sight of outsiders.

Hasebe and the others don't know, but it doesn't mean that Mikazuki Muneki and Yaken Toshiro behind him don't know, there is a familiar blood in the air in the room, which belongs to the god-inspector, Gu Jian is hurting the god-inspector!

Mikazuki Zongjin pushed out a part of the blade with his thumb, and Yaken Toshiro's short knife was out of its sheath. If he hadn't been able to act rashly, Yaken Toshiro's sword would have been on the back of the Gujian as early as the moment he saw this scene Crucial!

"It's okay." The interrogator on the hospital bed spoke, but it was clearer than when we first met. At this moment, the interrogator's voice was obviously hoarse, deep and weak.

The swordsmen saw that the god judge patted Gu Jian's back lightly with his pale and bloodless hand, and then Gu Jian, who was still "hurting" the god judge just now, straightened up and held the god judge's hand Tucked into the quilt, looked up, there was still a smear of red on the corners of her lips.

Mikazuki Zongjin, Yaken Toshiro, and all the swordsmen who had seen Sanjo Xi's tragic situation with their own eyes became sharp in an instant, staring at the blush around Gu Jian's mouth.

Gu Jian noticed their gaze, raised his hand to wipe it, and then licked it off without any waste.

The other party's eyes became more dangerous, but Gu Jian turned a blind eye to them, standing calmly beside the hospital bed, watching them.

"I heard Hasebe's voice, are you talking to Hasebe?" Santiao Xi moved his neck and asked.

"Yes, Hasebe would like to report the situation of Honmaru to you." Mikazuki Munejin spoke softly and walked over with a smile.

Santiao Xi on the hospital bed was wrapped in a pure white quilt, making her look small.The color of the skin almost merged with the quilt, the face also lost a lot of weight, and the chin became pointed, looking very haggard and weak, and suffered a lot.There is only some light in a pair of amber eyes.

"Oh, Hasebe's work is very reliable, I'm very relieved." Santiao Xi smiled at the virtual image, and Hasebe, who was pressing and cutting at the other end, was immediately so moved that he almost cried out.

"Yo! Master, how is your body?" A white crane jumped out from behind Hasebu Yakiri, snatched the communicator from his hand when he was moved, and greeted him with a smile on his face.

After seeing Tsurumaru Kuninaga, the smile on Sanjo Xi's face became more real: "Uncle Tsurumaru, I'm much better, thank you for your concern."

"Well, master just call me Tsurumaru, 'uncle' or something, how embarrassing for your father to hear that." Tsurumaru Kuninaga scratched his head in distress, but his golden eyes were full of joy.Although Sanjo Xi looks pale and weak now, Tsurumaru Kuninaga is really happy to see Sanjo Xi who can move and smile, and it can't be faked.

When the team that opened up the passage to rescue came back that day, Santiaoxi's tragic injury made all the swordsmen angry and blamed themselves.The lord is in trouble, but they have the chance to rescue but come too late, so that the swordsmen will not feel guilty and sad?

Everyone's mentality quickly changed from expecting the judge to worrying about the body of the judge, and because he and Sanjo Xi's father were old acquaintances, Tsurumaru Kuninaga had many opportunities to go to the government of time to accompany Sanjo Xi.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga and Sanjo Xi got along not long ago, but because the initial injuries were too serious, no matter how advanced the medical technology of the Tokino Government, the progress was very slow.

Later, Sanjo Xi's limbs recovered, and she gradually regained her energy. She was also able to chat with Tsurumaru Kuninaga, but most of the time she was talking to Gu Jian beside her, but it was only a short time together, Tsurumaru Kunyong understood why those two three-day moons were close, especially why the fallen uncle regarded them as treasures.

Some people are born with light, attracting light chasers.

"Uncle Tsurumaru will still be embarrassed?" Sanjo Xi joked with a smile, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga had a cheeky face: "Of course, Tsuru's skin is very thin, if you don't believe me, touch it."

"I can't touch it through the screen, Uncle Tsurumaru."

"Then touch it with your own hands when you come back." Tsurumaru Kuninaga occupied the communicator of Hasebe, chatting and laughing happily with the judge.

When Hasebe heard the interrogator say "Uncle Tsurumaru", and then looked at Tsurumaru Kuninaga's hateful face, his teeth were itching with hatred, staring at Tsurumaru Kuninaga's eyes could make him angry.

"Brother Yiqi, I envy His Highness Tsurumaru so much." Akita Fujishiro looked at Tsurumaru Kuninaga eagerly.

The first-stage brother calmly touched Akita Fujishiro's head: "Don't envy Tsurumaru-den, the lord will be able to return to Honmaru this afternoon, and Akita will be able to talk to the lord soon, as for Tsurumaru-don—"

"Hehe, Hasebuden will not let him go." The gentle tone of Yiqi Yizheng was still very gentle.

After finishing the first phase, Yue Zongjin on the opposite side seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, and said half-strongly: "Master, Hasebu still has to report to you."

"Almost forgot..." San Tiaoxi was a little ashamed, and her pale face became a little more bloody because of this.

"My lord, I—" Hasebe Hasebe, who managed to snatch the communicator back from Tsurumaru Kuninaga's hand, just said a few words, when Gu Jian lifted the quilt up and covered Sanjo Xi's neck.

Sanri Yue Zongjin also took this opportunity to see that Santiao Xilu was on the neck outside the collar of the hospital gown, clean and without a trace.

The blood in the room also disappeared at this moment, it seems that Gu Jian used some means to heal Santiaoxi's wound.

"You are tired, it's time to rest." Gu Jian whispered.

"Well, I'm a little sleepy." Hearing this, San Tiaoxi pulled his hand from the quilt to cover his mouth and yawned softly. When Gu Jian let go of his hand, he stuffed his hand back into the warm quilt.

Seeing this, Hasebe, who was thinking about his master, stopped talking: "My lord, please rest well."

"I will, I will trouble Hasebe with other matters." Santiao Xi nodded.

Sanri Yuezong turned off the call, smiled and said: "Master, Yaoyan and I will go out for a while, please have a good rest."

"Hmm..." Santiao Xi's voice was hazy, and sleepiness welled up.

Sanri Yuezong turned his head and whispered to Gu Jian: "Master, please, Gu Jianjun."

Gu Jian nodded silently, silently standing beside Santiaoxi's bed.

Mikazuki Munekin and Yaken Toshiro left the ward.