save the judge

"General, get up."

The dagger boy with frizzy black hair knelt on the tatami and repeated again.

This is already the sixth time in 15 minutes that Atsuto Shiro has made a sound. The judge who was nestled in the bed with only a hair on top moved, and the quilt roll squirmed, expressing "Yes, I heard it, I know it." ’” and fell into dead silence again.

"general……"

For the first time, Atsuto Shiro felt that it was such a difficult thing to fulfill his brother's entrustment. He would rather go to the battlefield to fight with the time-traveling army, or help the Taiswords carry wood to repair the house, than to ask the general to wake up Task.

Izumi Jinguji curled up in the quilt, wrapped tightly in the warm and soft quilt with the smell of sunshine. There is no good equipment in Honmaru, and the air conditioner has been shut down for a long time because the electricity bill cannot be paid. In the era in which the gods lived, there was no such thing as electrical appliances, and the body of the sword was much better than human beings in terms of tolerance to temperature.

It's just that if their god judge is a human being, or a weak human being, the five scum of the five war scums, they dare not lift the quilt when they wake up, for fear that the weak will catch a cold if they do so.

Therefore, every day, the attendant will remember to pull out all the clothes, quilts and pillows that the God-inspector will wear the next day to dry for a whole day, and the ventilation of the room is also well done. The ceiling and under the tatami are all smoked.

Atsuto Shiro estimated the time again. Candlestick Kiriton should have already prepared breakfast. The general's rehabilitation schedule is very full. Although it is hard work, it is absolutely impossible to delay.

Thinking of this, Atsuto Shiro took a deep breath, no matter what the general said, he must not be allowed to sleep back, absolutely not!

"general--"

Dagger straightened his back after making up his mind, and a soft door slamming behind him interrupted his words.

"Yo, Higakiriden?" Atsuto Shiro turned his head and was a little surprised to see the person coming.

It’s not that he said, Genji’s elder brother is definitely a representative of looseness and freedom, his voice is never heard at the breakfast table, and he can’t find anyone when he’s working, if it weren’t for his younger brother who took over everything He felt that sooner or later, colleagues who worked with Hikakiri but were let go of pigeons every day would secretly take the sack of this important Genji.

... Cough cough, of course, he definitely didn't say that because he was released too many times.

"You came here so early, are you looking for something to do with the general?" The little knives of Toshiro's family were very polite and well-educated by their elder brother. Atsutoshiro put his hands on his lap in a well-behaved manner, a little helpless Looking at the quilt on the tatami, "The general hasn't gotten up yet, if you have something to do, please wait a moment."

The blond Taidao with a sports coat on his shoulders is smiling, and there is a fine golden light on the light eyelashes: "Yeah, I have something, but I'm looking for you. That...they are looking for a short sword to help look at the frame structure of the house Something... it seems that there are not enough people."

There are more and more swords in the Honmaru, and the original two rows of houses can no longer meet the needs of life. Jingujiquan was taken by Horikawa to go around the Honmaru the day before yesterday, and found that a large part of the land was not used, so he simply started construction. Several new courtyards have been completed, and all future accommodation problems will be solved together.

The inner courtyard surrounding the castle tower was already complete, and the Fusangshens had been planning for a whole day, and decided to expand another floor in a zigzag shape, and move all the facilities that occupied the space such as warehouses to the outer courtyard.

Early in the morning, before dawn, a few swordsmen who love to exercise came out of the Honmaru in the mist. Outside the Ninomaru was a mountain forest, which happened to provide enough wood.

Swords and swords are merciless when chopping down trees. With one strike, the thigh-thick wood falls down with a creak, without even a single stutter. Back to Honmaru, the rest was handed over to Short Sword and Wakizashi to polish it more carefully, and then Odachi hammered it into the ground.

As for a certain Zhenda Taidao... He has perfectly blended into the short sword team. Although he would go to the forest to help the Taidaos chop wood from time to time, he was quickly sent back by his colleagues.

The range of damage is too large, just chopping down a tree, he can even cut down a piece of the tree with the thickness of the mouth of the bowl, and... it is easy to get stuck.

Hotaru, who was subtly disgusted, pursed her mouth, "hey" and carried two ten-meter-long, thick-armed logs on her shoulders, and walked towards the construction site with a bouncing bouncing.

"Firefly! Is it really possible?"

Dagger Aizen Kunitoshi from the same sword faction looked at him worriedly.

"It's okay, I can even carry the National Bank." Hotaru blinked her emerald green eyes.

"Harakimaru, do you need help?"

The eldest brother of the Awataguchi family happened to pass by in neat sports attire, and couldn't help asking, but was politely rejected by Hotarumaru.

The dagger-shaped lady watched Yiqi Yizhen go away, weighed the wood on her shoulders, and looked a little unhappy, "This slacker, National Bank, hasn't come yet..."

Everyone was busy and busy, so it seemed that the castle tower was very quiet. Higakiri moved away and watched Atsuto Shiro nod to him and leave. The sliding door covered with white paper was gently closed, and the blond tachi Kneeling and sitting down took over the position before the dagger.

Since its birth, it has been passed down as the sword of the head of the Genji family. Higakiri has followed his master to see the scene of the peak of power, and he has also seen the decline of Genji.

For thousands of years, Genji's bloodline has been passed on from generation to generation. Higiri has met many people of all kinds, but it is the first time he has seen such an interesting master as the current master....

It was so interesting that even Lao Dao, who was indifferent, couldn't help but cast his curious eyes on him.

Like the beams of light falling from the forest in the early morning, the light golden hair is nestled next to the ears of Fu Sangshen, and the fair complexion is a little more transparent, and the amber golden cat pupils are round, and the ends are hooked up again , there was a bit of strange and subtle lust in the sweet and handsome appearance.

Mustache tilted his head, examining the tightly rolled blanket.

"Does the owner not want to get up?"

The people in the bed were motionless, as if they were dead.

"Hey... in this weather, it should be more comfortable to sleep..." Tai Dao, who spoke softly, laughed, "I feel sleepy all of a sudden. Patriarch, don't you mind giving me some quilt?"

Saying that, the extremely cheeky Taidao really yawned, and raised his hand to pull the corner of the quilt, as if I was really sleepy, let's sleep together, and there was still a little bit of Jingujiquan in the quilt The son woke up with fright.

I don't know what's going on, maybe it's because he had his mustache pierced once and his vest was stripped off. He's always wary of mustache. This seemingly harmless and gentle tachi is definitely not as innocent as it appears. Even Jingujiquan couldn't help the scalp numb with the keenness shown occasionally.sleep with him?He would rather kiss Munakata Reisi's black-bellied and trembling face.

"Aren't you today's valet?" Jingongjiquan grabbed his little quilt tightly and covered his face.

Mustache blinked: "Well...it seems not."

What do you mean it doesn't seem to be!Don't you have any idea in your heart? !What do I mean by asking this question, do you really not understand? !If you pretend to be stupid for a long time, you will become really stupid!

Probably Jingujiquan's collapsed expression pleased him, and the blond-haired sword laughed: "This is not an important matter, and it doesn't matter if you forget it. Compared with this, isn't the Patriarch hungry?"

Hungry, of course I'm hungry, but how can I get up if you don't leave?And today's valet is not here, who will dress me!

Jingujiquan cried out in grief and indignation in his heart.

The ex-vegetative person with poor hands and feet is still unable to wear clothes by himself. In fact, there is no clothes for him to wear in this pill. The former God-inspector was a woman, and what was left was mostly skirts and a set of political hair. witch costume.

After Jingujiquan took office, Shizheng didn't know whether he forgot or made some omissions. He never sent his uniform, so that all he can wear now is the hospital gown!

It’s not a problem to always wear sick clothes. Honmaru has more and more swords. Jingu Jiquan began to wear the inner uniforms of Fusangshen who are similar in size. After Tsurumaru Kuninaga appeared, the loose kimono became his first choice.

In fact, Jingu Jiquan said that there is nothing wrong with him wearing the clothes of his predecessor, but the girl is a head shorter than him, and after looking around, he can only wear those kimonos and priestess clothes.

But when he put forward this opinion, Yaoken's face was really indescribable, and the look in Jingujiquan's eyes made him think that he had become some kind of pervert, so this matter was put aside.

Higakiri seems to have seen the mental activity of Izumi Jinguji, his eyes filled with honey are soft and can melt sweetness: "Ah... I remembered."

He lightly clenched a fist with his left hand and hammered the palm of his right hand, smiling blossomingly: "I'm here to deliver clothes!"

Sure enough, he had a set of black and white clothes in his hand that was exactly the same as his body, and he could forget it after holding it in his hand for so long... Jingongjiquan suddenly couldn't complain.

Fu Sangshen took off his gloves, and his hands, which had been wrapped in fabric all year round, were white and glowing. He half hugged and half hugged Jinguji up. His hair brushed against his eyes, causing him to close his eyes involuntarily. At that moment, he seemed to smell a very cold fragrance, like a playful little tail, rubbing the tip of his nose and disappearing.

Hikari put one arm around Jinguji Izumi's waist, and with the other hand easily pulled down the tie on the pajamas. The thin flesh of the waist and abdomen attached to the bones seemed to be covered with a layer of white glaze, revealing a sickly paleness.Fu Sangshen's fingers brushed against the warm skin, and the chill from his fingertips made Jingujiquan shiver. The coldness from the vital parts of his body was like a layer of blade, sticking to the skin, exuding a dangerous and seductive smell .

He stretched out his hand subconsciously, and suddenly grabbed Hikari's fingers.

Fu Sangshen's fingers holding the knife all the year round are long and tough, covered with a layer of calluses, the arc of the fingertips is beautiful, and the quiet and gentle appearance of sticking to Jingujiquan's hand is not at all as sharp as a sword should be.

"Patriarch?" The end of the tone rose slowly, and Fu Sangshen, who was caught by his fingers, lowered his eyes lazily, the light in his eyes was so beautiful.

"...Are you cold?"

Jingujiquan realized what he had done after he realized what he had done. He instinctively wanted to let go, but stopped abruptly.

Strange... What is he guilty of?But it seems that it is even more strange to hold other people's hands!If he had known that he had let go just now, what the hell was he hesitating about?

Missing the best time to let go, the corners of Jingujiquan's mouth stiffened, and the questions he asked were all inexplicably awkward.

"Patriarch...is he concerned about me?" Higashikiri had an innocent smile on his face, still maintaining the look of hugging Jingujiquan, greedy for the warmth that belongs to the human body, Jingujiquan leaned against Higashikiri's shoulder and did not move , the breathing of the two people intertwined in the neck and ears, and the warm air flow when they spoke gave Jingujiquan a wonderful and tingling intimacy.

"In this case, it won't be cold anymore." The blond Fu Sangshen said so, with his fingers slightly bent, the two hands intersected gently, and the caress brought by the fingertips rubbing between the fingers made Jingujiquan suddenly tremble for a moment.

It's too... ambiguous.

For some reason, he maintained this posture for a long time, he thought.