save the judge

In the evening, Yoshiwara is already bustling with activity. The intersection of several blocks shows more impetuous joy than usual. Modern uniforms and suits are intertwined with ancient kimonos. The towering lighthouse in the distance lights up dazzling lights. The low and heavy Japanese house nearby is covered with a layer of blue light, which interweaves the rock music in the stereo and the shamisen which is vaguely and sadly lingering, forming a blurred and ridiculous picture.

The extreme modernization crashes violently into the slow ancient age, and like those strange-looking "human beings" walking on the street, they are reluctantly accepted by this country that still smells of cherry blossoms and sake.

Students in school uniforms chased and played with each other with their bags, and ran from one end of the newly built wide avenue to this end. Although the faces of pedestrians along the road were tired and numb, they couldn't help showing a little smile when they saw them.

The running steps of the students stopped abruptly at the end of the street. Their eyes were full of curiosity and shyness, and they glanced at the intersection next door. Occasionally, they could see a few graceful figures walking out, so they blushed and quickly turned their eyes. After a while, I looked over quietly again, and felt a sense of loss when I couldn't see anyone.

In less than three seconds, the atmosphere of such youthful feelings is always poetic, interrupted by a burst of furious roar: "Huh?! What do you mean ran in?!"

A group of men wearing black close-fitting military uniforms stood in line at the entrance of the street, with sabers hanging from their waists. The golden patterns and metal buttons brought the aura of the uniforms to the peak. Keep your head as far away from them as possible, as if you have encountered some scourge.

The young man with light chestnut hair and short hair blinked his eyes, not afraid of the boss's anger, with a casual and innocent expression: "Anyway, I have already run in, there are so many people inside, I probably can't find it."

Kondo stared at the young man and took a deep breath: "As the captain of the Shinsengumi [-]st Team, how can you say such depressing words!"

Sougo Okita quietly pulled off the earphones with his hand on the handle of the knife: "Oh, then we can only check the houses one by one, or simply use rockets to flatten the street. I think this method is the most efficient."

The black-haired youth said gloomyly: "This kind of little bug, just crush it."

Okita Sougo smiled and said, "Should those who harbor the nobles of Xiangyi also be trampled together?"

Seeing that the atmosphere around the two of them was getting more and more trembling, Kondo said with a blank expression, "Okay, now the task is released, each group listens to the order, searches separately, and the substitute team blocks Yoshihara, finds suspicious persons and takes them down immediately, try not to cause commotion .”

After issuing the order, watching the team members rush into the crowd, Kondo's already bitter and bitter face became even more wrinkled.There are all kinds of people in Yoshihara, from traffickers to shogunate dignitaries and even heavenly beings. It is really not a good job to search for Xiangyi people here. If it weren't for that guy who almost stabbed the knife into the general's crotch, what did he say? They won't be so serious and hard to track down to the end...

Sigh, what's wrong with stabbing, do you have to stab the crotch, even if it's the chest or the head?Almost being deprived of his rights as a man is more terrifying than being deprived of his rights as a human being!

——I hope the general can get rid of the psychological shadow as soon as possible after this incident.

The Shinsengumi were scattered all over Yoshiwara like swimming fish, but the avenue where two carriages could run side by side was bustling, and they soon lost sight of each other.

"Ayin—I can't walk anymore!"

In front of the dim sum shop in the corner, a girl with two symmetrical buns and a red cheongsam was sitting on the steps. In front of her stood a man with silver curly hair, casually dressed as a samurai, with a white kimono with black cuffs Blue cirrus texture.

"Go-no-move!" the girl repeated loudly.

The man reached out and grabbed his curly hair, and shouted back angrily: "Obviously you said you wanted to come! Ah Yin said long ago that Yoshiwara is not a place for a girl like you. You must come! After you come And don’t look at the pretty young lady!”

Kagura sneered: "Finally exposed your wretched purpose! Dirty lord!"

"How can this be called wretched! You don't even have breasts—poof!"

Kagura withdrew the fist that stabbed Gintoki's mouth: "It's very rude to evaluate a girl's figure, Aru!"

Yin Shi stared at a pair of dead fish eyes, and spat out a mouthful of blood: "Do you still have the consciousness of being a woman?!"

The new Bayi (O-O) who came up from behind them leaned against the door frame on the other side and pretended not to know them as much as possible, humming the new song of the idol Temple Gatetsu.

"—So you just want to eat rough snacks!"

Suddenly seeing the shop signboard, Gintoki crossed his arms and regained his confidence as the property owner of Wanshiwu.

Kagura grunted and chewed a piece of vinegar kelp and rolled his eyes at him.

Yinshi immediately raised his eyebrows, wishing he could step on the roof and laugh three times, while Shinpachi, the real master of everything and property manager, pushed down his glasses.

Hehe, how much better are you than Kagura!Who was that guy who rolled [-] times on the ground yesterday asking for a strawberry parfait? !

"No, we haven't received a job for a week, and Ah Yin spent all his last money to buy strawberry milk. What we are thinking about now is where tomorrow's meal will come from instead of rough snacks!" Xinpachi couldn't help it cut in.

Kagura opened her big eyes and sniffed, her eyes suddenly fixed on the passing girls, and her eyes slowly lit up.

Graceful women are wearing kimonos with bright colors and complicated patterns. The low collar reveals a beautiful white neck, and their steps are graceful and gentle, like flowers coming out of a painting with bright brushstrokes. beauty.

"Ayin! Let's do this too!" Kagura stood up excitedly.

Before Yinshi could tease her, a low laughter sounded from behind Kagura. The sound was numb, like a little paw scratching her heart. Before she saw anyone coming, a "beauty" came up. word.

Kagura turned his head, and it was a young man who came out of the dim sum shop, wearing traditional loose Japanese-style clothes, with light smoke gray sleeves painted with delicate bamboo leaf patterns, and the graphite blue belt decorated with plain and elegant orchids .This young man has an elegant temperament all over his body, but he is wearing an almost gaudy purple gold butterfly feather weaving. The light texture and drape feel like extremely expensive silk and satin, but such a style of painting seems to be two extremes. Neuropathy intertwined and merged in one person, unexpectedly a sense of harmony was forcibly combined by the man's own temperament.

Gintoki frowned when he looked at the familiar and a little too much haori.

The young man was wearing a mili, and the veil hanging down to his chest blocked his face clearly. Behind him were two girls who were about the same age as Kagura. With a few paper bags.

The young man casually took a bag of paper bags from a girl and handed it to Kagura: "Being a geisha is not so easy. If you want to eat rough dim sum, you can come to me anytime."

His voice seems to have some kind of wonderful rhythm, a simple sentence can also be said like singing with thousands of turns, the smile in his voice is low and pleasant, Kagura has never seen such a kind of singing with his own voice. Interpreting the existence of "beauty", I was a little dazed for a while.

Then she was dragged behind by Yinshi casually, and the silver-haired man stood in front of her, his height was just enough for him to slightly lower his eyes to look down at the suddenly appearing young man.

The young man who was carrying the thick snack tilted his head slightly. It was such a simple movement, but he did it with infinite meaning: "This... sir?"

Yinshi's gaze paused for a few seconds on the young man's face covering Mili, and he raised his hand to take the bag of thick snacks: "Oh, Ah Yin, I haven't eaten thick snacks for a long time, and now I think about it, I really miss it—a polite little girl. The kid should say thank you to his uncle now!"

Shinpachi noticed that when Gintoki said the word "uncle", the faces of the two girls behind the youth showed disbelief.

... Also, facing such a person who can express the word "stunning" with just his voice, even my brother thinks it has added fireworks to him. How did Yinshi come up with the magical word uncle? !

Kagura, who was pinned by Yinshi and signaled to be called "Uncle", jumped up violently, and when he lifted Yinshi's hand, he threw it over his shoulder: "How can you use such a greasy address as uncle to a fairy!"

And the two little girls stood for a while, quietly tugging at the young man's sleeves: "Sister, the time is almost up."

Shinpachi & Kagura: "...Sister?!"

Shinpachi's voice almost broke.

It was clearly a man's voice!Clothes too!It's men's clothing!

Gintoki pushed Shinpachi and Kagura's head down one by one and bowed collectively at ninety degrees: "I'm sorry I misidentified your gender!"

After a moment of silence, the two little girls and Schrödinger's youth laughed at the same time.

"Hmm... You don't come to Yoshiwara often, do you? For the older seniors, they are all called sisters, and you don't need to care about gender."

He finished explaining with a smile, and then said: "There will be an oiran Taoism tonight, if you are interested, you can stay and take a look."

The flashy and noisy season is the easiest way to create famous beauties. Since the arrival of heaven and man, the decline of the shogunate has caused many officials and nobles to be buried together in the old era. There are more and more descendants of real nobles living in Yoshiwara, and there are frequent iterations of oirans. , almost every night there is a ceremony in the oiran road. The newly created wandering girls who followed the oiran sprinkled thousands of copper coin petals on the street to announce the arrival of the oiran. The oiran's name and the house's name are announced to everyone.

Such a sensational event in Yoshihara is enough to keep everyone excited for a long time.

After he finished speaking, Shi Shiran left, leaving behind the three people in Wanshiwu who were holding a pack of thick snacks to do their minds.

Kagura: "I think he must have taken a fancy to my beauty, Aru."

Shinpachi: "Dreaming should be done in moderation!"

Yinshi: "It's right that you have your eyes on me. Ah Yin's handsomeness has been certified by Jeon Yoshiwara! Okay, Ah Yin, I will live a life of soft food in the future. I will use the money I got from selling my body in exchange for Strawberry milk, will this kind of strawberry milk taste sour..."

Shinpachi & Kagura: "Ouch——"

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The laughing voices of the girl and the guests came from afar. The young man who stood there stretched out his hands to be served and changed his clothes was beautiful and handsome, his eyes and eyebrows were as cold as ice and snow, and he sat at the low table to watch him change his clothes. The black-haired man squinted his eyes lazily, a purple king butterfly bathrobe was loosely draped over his body, and he held a long pipe in his hand. left eye.

The girl in charge of the dowry of the oiran sat down on her knees, not daring to look at the big man at the low table, and tremblingly opened the drawers, took out the lacquer boxes painted with gold and silver, and laid them out in rows on the dressing table.

The fine Komachi red is glowing with luster, and the powder ground from camellia and jasmine is delicate and white, with a refreshing aroma, as thin as fine flour, and you have to use a cleaned bone hairpin to pick out a little Use it, otherwise it will ruin the smell of the whole box of face powder. The bald people who helped put on the makeup gently cleaned Hua Kui's face. They didn't even need to apply rouge, but let him sip it with paper soaked in Komachi red. The face showed a gorgeous beauty like a flower.

The man at the table tilted his head to look at him: "It's easy to put on your makeup."

The oiran gave him a squinting look, and listened to the blushing bald who had dizzy the corners of his eyes begging the oiran to close his eyes, so he closed his eyes and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Master Takasugi is interested in staying here and watching such boring things, how about Also go downstairs for a walk, maybe there will be surprises today?"

Shinsuke Takasugi smiled softly, with an ambiguous tone as if he was whispering affectionately to his lover: "How can there be any surprises, isn't meeting you the biggest surprise for me today?"

All kinds of sweet words came from the man who spoke such words, and his expression was very affectionate, and the bald men around the oiran felt their blushes and heartbeats just listening to it, but the face of the person involved was as usual: "Where is it worth Mr. Takasugi's wrong payment?" As for love, compared to someone who knows your past well, I am nothing more than Pu Liu."

He opened his eyes, the tails of his eyes were as red as swimming fish, and when he looked over with a half-smile, Shinsuke Takasugi, who was used to seeing all kinds of beauties, was momentarily absent-minded.

The bun is tied up with a headband wrapped with gold thread, and hairpin combs of various colors are added to the bun. An exquisite flower pavilion made of pure gold is worn on the jet-black hair. There is a faint red shadow under the flower curtain. There are large groups of gorgeous camellias painted on it, and the red string is tied with a light gold belt. On it are the early cherry blossoms that the old craftsman took half a month to paint little by little.

With a radiant face as if holding a masking fan in the hand of the glowing oiran, she smiled maliciously at Shinsuke Takasugi: "Master Takasugi, please."

The voice downstairs calling for the new oiran was deafening. The wooden sign with the name of the oiran was carried by the strong men, who shouted loudly and took a step together.

The whole Yoshiwara was lit up instantly, and the orange lights filled all the streets, and also illuminated the big words on the red-background black wooden sign.

Jingu Temple spring.