[Thin Sakura Ghost] Summer Wind

After calming down and counting, Feng has been in the Shinsengumi for more than ten days. Based on the principle of dawdling, after getting used to such an environment, she thinks it's no big deal. At least the Shinsengumi takes care of food and drink. Living in charge of entertainment (although sometimes it is only one-sided), so she has not yet had the idea of ​​leaving.

Perhaps it was because she was so obedient that she didn't want to let go of any suspicious signs. The ghost's deputy chief finally got a step ahead of her and called her out on a moonlit night.

"Good evening, Mr. Deputy Chief, why are you so interested in inviting me to watch the moon together today?"

Hijikata Toshisan ignored Feng's teasing, pointed to the seat opposite him to signal her to sit down, and then cut straight to the point: "Are you looking for Tsunami Yukimura?"

Feng raised his eyes, smiled and acquiesced to the other party's question. She didn't think it was surprising that the Shinsengumi would know about it. Maybe they sent someone to investigate their temporary residence in Kyoto, and learned from there There may be no clues, who knows what's going on, but she doesn't care about it at all.

"To be precise, some people from the Changzhou Clan want to investigate Mr. Tsunado's whereabouts." She pursed her lips, and then said in a flat tone, as if she was talking about gossip about which house on the street instead of the Changzhou Clan. Confidential information, "I have no interest in that bald guy."

"Miss Shiranui seems to be quite relaxed. Is it okay to tell us like this?" This time it was Shannan who was sitting on the other side, and his tone was incredibly gentle, as if the concern in it was real.

Feng replied in a natural tone: "The person who gave me this task did not tell me that it needs to be kept secret." But the two people sitting opposite were obviously not satisfied with this answer, so she had to change the rhetoric, "Then How about taking it as a reward? As a reward for not killing me as soon as I came up, and letting me eat and live for so many days for free."

As soon as the words fell, the two people were obviously stunned for a moment, and Shannan, who was the first to react, smiled and pushed his glasses.

"It's really the same as the rumors, Miss Shiranui, you look more like a businessman than an intelligence officer from the Changzhou Domain."

"Oh? Is this how the rumors in Kyoto describe me? Then, you probably know that I prefer to be an intelligence businessman rather than running errands in the Changzhou Domain."

"May I know why?"

"Of course, because debts are always troublesome."

It's like a kindness from many years ago, which still binds them ghosts until now.

"What is the Changzhou Clan looking for Mr. Tsunado?" Hijikata, who had been silent for a long time, asked again. He put his hands in his cuffs, his purple eyes flashed coldly unconsciously, and he asked an unusually sharp question.

Although they all had more or less guesses in their hearts, they still hoped to get confirmation from the woman from Changzhou Fan in front of them.

However, this time, Shiranui Bong spread his hands: "Sorry, I can't say this."

Tufang narrowed his eyes: "We can let you talk."

"Of course, if you consider providing me with room and board for a few more days."

The conversation that night, or the interrogation, seemed to end in Feng's ambiguous attitude. Neither Hijikata nor Shannan asked any further questions, which gave her a sense of calm before the storm.

The night before, she received a letter from the Changzhou Domain, the messenger was a bird, no wonder she found a familiar figure in the sky during the day.

The general content of the letter was to urge her to go back, as if it was expected that she would not be obedient, and the writer also specifically noted that this was her mother's order.

Who knows if it's really her mother who told her to go back, but even if it's just her brother's way of deceiving her...she can't help but listen! What if it's really my mother's call! ?

So Bong spent one night methodically working out a detailed (not) escape plan—in fact, it was a plan, but it actually only included "leave tomorrow night" and "get your things back before leaving." "It's just these two things.

During lunch, Bong was still eating while wondering whether he should write a letter to her family, but she decided to forget it, anyway, it would only take a few days for her to go back, and even if she didn’t reply, no one would think that she was lost or not. Can't go back - what a bunch of fellows who have no love from their compatriots!

When she regained her senses, she realized that she had been poking the bowl with chopsticks for a long time. She lowered her head, and the fish in the bowl had been poked beyond recognition, but she hadn't put a piece into her mouth yet.

In order to cover up her distraction, Feng hastily picked up the teacup on the side and took two sips into her mouth. The dry taste made her unable to help but smack her tongue.

"Do you always like to drink tea after it's cold?" As if hearing her coughing, Harada, who was sitting in front of the window, turned around and followed Bong's disgusted gaze at the tea that was held in her hand. teacup.

Feng suddenly raised his head, his eyes kept wandering between Harada and the teacup, and suddenly remembered the scene he had known a few weeks ago, and then loosened his hand holding the teacup, and the water in the cup almost splashed out.

"Shiranui?" Harada saw that the other party was in a daze again and didn't know what to think, so he called her again, but this time the purple-haired woman responded with a slightly stiff movement, and she slowly put the teacup back. On the table, then frowned and stared at the fish that was mashed by himself in the bowl.

"Sorry...that, I think I'm full."

Hearing this, Harada looked over the window at the barely touched food on the case, and looked at him disapprovingly: "Are you full? But you hardly ate much."

"No, I..."

"Also, I don't know if this is your habit, but if you always wait for the tea to cool before drinking it, it won't do your body any good at all."

"I think……"

"Women need to be nicer to themselves."

Damn...why doesn't this man act hostile or hostile towards her like other guys?

She also tried to see even the slightest bit of coldness and sarcasm from the dark golden eyes of the other party, but failed unexpectedly. This man, from head to toe, was expressing real concern to her theoretical enemy .

Too bad she's never dealt with the type and doesn't know how to.

"I think I'm really full, thank you, Mr. Harada." She tried her best to draw the corners of her mouth into the same arc as usual, and then gently put the bowl and chopsticks back in place.

Harada finally shrugged his shoulders and compromised, but at the same time he took away the tableware, he did not forget to remind her: "...well, if you are hungry, remember to tell me again."

"I will."

Harada Zuanosuke always thought it was like a dream.

When he returned to the village that night and was about to go back to his room to rest, he suddenly heard a slight noise in one of the rooms. He immediately clenched the spear in his hand vigilantly, and then opened the paper door of the room with a "swish".

——His eyes met a pair of deep dark blue pupils.

During the less than a second of looking at each other, he saw that the pair of eyes gradually showed surprise and astonishment, and finally they were frozen in distressed emotions.

Before he could react, the owner of the eyes disappeared like a gust of wind.

Nothing was left.

That room remained unchanged from before.

For a while, he thought it was a hallucination caused by his overtiredness—until the next morning, when Harada yelled a lot in front of a certain purple-haired woman's room, there was still no response.

He frowned and opened the door of the room.

The room was empty, and there was no trace of anyone staying there before, but Harada remembered it clearly. Until last night, he saw the woman lying motionless on the tatami in the room and looking at the sky outside the window.

It seemed that it was his negligence last night that allowed a woman who liked to drink her tea cold to escape.

"Hmm... It seems that Mr. Deputy Chief didn't do anything too much to you." The woman with long purple hair pulled the long knife out of its sheath slightly, and couldn't help but pick it up when she saw that the blade was still the same as before. raised an eyebrow.

She put the knife back on her waist, then turned out a piece of letter paper with only a few lines written on it, and squinted at the line of small characters on the signature.

Perhaps that is the more important reason why she is rushing back to the Changzhou Domain now——

"Chikage Kazama is going to Kyoto."

Hokage Shiranui folded the letter paper in half casually, and then walked into the depths of the woods.

Kyoto may be in trouble.

The author has something to say: Emma, ​​I can't hold it anymore Harada is a good man, marry me now>

So the first stage of relationship cultivation has come to an end for now, and then Miss Qianhe is coming out, maybe there will be a high (not) happy one... Sorry, short cedar stem =-=