[Comprehensive] The world is being reset

Abe Seimei went to Fujiwara Katsuki's residence with Yuan Hiroya the next day.

Mr. Fujiwara's face was frighteningly pale at that time, and the underside of the eyelids showed a thick bluish black, obviously tortured by the curse.

"But I don't think of anyone who hated me," he said.

"So, what about the woman?"

"what?"

"Has Master Fujiwara ever betrayed a woman?"

Fujiwara Jesuki's body stiffened almost invisibly, the great onmyoji sitting opposite him held the teacup and didn't look at him, just sat there and smiled calmly.

"I have never let anyone down." After a long silence, Mr. Zhong Nayan finally replied.

When he came out of Fujiwara Chunagon's house, Yuan Hiroya stepped over the high threshold and looked back. The servant of Fujiwara's house bowed to him respectfully and saluted, and then slowly closed the door.The black-haired youth tied a knot between his eyebrows.

"He didn't tell the truth."

"probably."

Yuan Boya received a slightly casual response.The big onmyoji in white hunting clothes stood in front of the door, with the bat fan in his hand under his chin, and looked up at the sky.The sun in the sky came to the sky, and it was already noon.

"Morning is over." For some reason, the tone of the Great Onmyoji was filled with an inexplicable joy.

Yuan Boya was still frowning and thinking about Fujiwara Toki, but he just asked casually, "Where are we going next?"

"Of course I go home."

Abe Seimei put away the bat fan.The noon sun covered the street, and passers-by came and went. Abe Seimei looked in the direction of Tsuchimikado Koji and exhaled lightly. The bone of the bat fan slowly tapped on his palm, "At this time, Ji Jun has already finished practicing. It's the pipa."

"Uh-huh?"

Yuan Boya had just pulled his mind away from the curse, when he heard his friend whispering, he immediately turned his head to look at Abe Seimei.

"Seimei..."

"What's the matter, Boya?"

"You didn't agree to go out with me today to hide from Ji Jun's time to practice the pipa, did you?"

"...", the Great Onmyoji took a step forward as if nothing had happened, and walked towards the bullock cart waiting on the street, "How could it be, Boya, you are thinking too much."

"..."

No, your reaction makes me feel like I didn't think much about it at all!

Yuan Boya swallowed the words that had reached his throat with difficulty, and while following Seimei Abe into the bullock cart, he wisely changed the subject.

"Qingming, Ji Jun will be sad if no one listens to her playing the pipa."

"Hey, so Boya, do you really want to be Ji Jun's audience?"

"...", Yuan Boya recalled the "beautiful" piano sound he heard at Qingming's house, and stopped again.On one side is the ear and heart that will be severely damaged, and on the other is the little loli who looks exactly like her sister. The god of Gagaku in Heiankyo has a fierce struggle in his heart.

Seimei Abe sat in the bullock cart, looking at Minamoto Hiroya opposite with a smile.The black-haired young man's face was about to turn blue. When he was struggling to abandon his self-esteem as the God of Gale and bowed his head to Lori, the Great Onmyoji finally said kindly, "I'm just joking, Boya. Ji Jun has already I have found an audience who likes to listen to her playing the piano."

Yuan Boya breathed a sigh of relief, "Is that so?"

"That's it."

The black-haired young man asked with admiration for the "listener", "Which one is it?"

"Bo Ya, you will see her." Abe Seimei smiled mysteriously.

So this matter was exposed, and the Great Onmyoji and his friend reached an agreement in tacit understanding. This kind of daily chat, there is no need for Sawada Lori to know.

"Speaking of which, Boya, do you know anyone who is good at repairing lutes?"

"I do know a few." Yuan Boya reacted quickly and said nervously, "What's the matter, is the Xuanxiang broken?"

"Ah, it's not Xuanxiang. A few days ago, Ji Junmeng gave a pipa as a gift. It was a top-quality pipa, but unfortunately it was broken. That's why I asked Boya if you know someone who can repair pipas."

Yuan Boya breathed a sigh of relief, "I see, then leave it to me."

"Thank you, Boya."

"Why are you being polite to me?"

The matter of Fujiwara Jitoki seemed to have passed because of his lack of cooperation and the fact that the Great Onmyoji seemed not interested in it.

Which nobleman in Heian capital has not experienced one or two curses, such things as running into ghosts at night can become commonplace.The aristocrats who dare to withstand the high pressure of the ghosts and go out to meet their lovers in the middle of the night in an ox cart are not as sensitive and delicate as they are when they do waka.Even Guan Bai Taizheng, after being informed by Yuan Boya that there was no connection between the two curse incidents, stopped asking, but focused on the next candidate for Zhong Nayan.He decided that this time he must choose someone with fewer lovers.

Therefore, when Abe Seimei heard the name Fujiwara Jetoki again from his senior brother Kamo Yasun, Abe Seimei did not raise his head, and his hands moved like flying.

"So that's the case, thank you, brother."

"...I didn't finish my story, what are you 'so'?"

He Mao Baoxian sat cross-legged across the table, with his elbows resting on his knees, a vein stretched out on his forehead, staring at the younger brother who bowed his head at the desk.

The morning sun streamed in through the open door, and the room was brightly lit with lamps still burning.Abe Seimei lowered his head slightly, holding the Zihao pen with his slender and clean fingers, writing quickly.On the table in front of him, inked white paper took up a large area, and scrolls and other information books could not fit in the corner of the table, and a hill was piled up on the straw mat against the foot of the table.The owner of the room focused his eyes on the paper, as if he didn't even have time to look up.

He Mao Baoxian observed silently for a while, and confirmed that he seemed to be really busy this time and not pretending to be busy. He pressed down the veins popping out of his forehead, took a deep breath, and tried to make himself reasonable, "I just came to ask you A few questions, don't worry, I really won't bother you this time."

Abe Seimei, who buried his head in his materials, finally looked up at him, "Brother, please tell me."

He didn't even pretend to be a symbol. It seemed that he was really busy this time.Ka Moo Baoxian, who knew the nature of his younger brother, said directly, "Fujiwara Jihei was cursed. You obviously went to see it at the beginning, but why didn't you care about it later?"

"Because I'm busy?"

Abe Seimei looked innocent, and the Zihao pen between his fingers turned half a circle, and the tip of the pen tapped lightly on the white paper in front of him to show that he was really busy.

"...Don't be careless, Miss Lingzi, the youngest daughter of Tachibana Changsei's family, has already died because of this incident. Now Fujiwara Katsuki was almost scared to death, and begged to go to the Yinyang dormitory, and now she is still squatting in the dormitory and dare not return Home." He Mao Baoxian had a sullen face, and the impatient expression between his brows was about to pile up into a mountain.It's not that Yinyang Liao doesn't get off work, and everyone will leave in the afternoon. What is Mr. Fujiwara Chunagon going to do?Follow them to their house?

Abe Seimei paused slightly while holding the pen. He raised his head and put the Zihao pen in his hand back on the pen stand. Then he straightened his back and straightened the hanging hem of his clothes casually. "Please repeat from the beginning."

"What?" He Mao Baoxian was taken aback for a moment when he saw his sudden serious expression, and then he was a little puzzled and said, "This started more than ten days ago..."

Many nobles have heard about Fujiwara Jetoki being cursed, but what few people know is that at the same time when the curse appeared on him, another person was also cursed with him.

"It's the youngest daughter of Tachibana Nagase's family, Ms. Reiko. It is said that she and Fujiwara Katsuki are lovers."

This is a good association.

Abe Seimei didn't ask Kamo Baoxian if he found out who cursed these two people.

"When did you die?"

"what?"

"That Miss Lingzi."

"Last night, it seems."

"What about the time?"

"Ugly around."

"I see."

Abe Seimei stretched out his hand, lifted up his sleeve, and slowly rolled up the half-written page on the table, put it aside and put it away.Then he stood up, and said under He Mao Baoxian's bewildered gaze, "Leave this matter to me to investigate."

"...are you interested in it again?"

"For the time being, that's right."

"temporary……"

He Mao Baoxian couldn't understand his junior brother's sudden 180-degree turn. He looked at Abe Seimei, raised his eyebrows suddenly, and showed a smile that a man could understand on his handsome face, "Seimei, why did I mention Miss Ling Zi from Ju Zhangshi's family, you suddenly changed your attitude, could it be that you..."

There is no end to the following words, which has the taste of "everything is kept silent".

The big onmyoji in a white hunting suit stood at the door, with his hands wrapped in his sleeves, looking at him coolly.

"The dead are the most important. Do you want Miss Lingzi's ghost to come to you tonight?"

"...Why didn't I know you were so disciplined before?"

He Mao Baoxian stood up muttering, what he just said was just a joke, he naturally knew that his junior brother and that Miss Ling Zi couldn't be related.After all, Seimei's vision is unimaginably high. There are so many noble women in Heian capital who want to make him happy, but I have never heard of anyone who has succeeded. Sometimes Kamo protects the constitution and wonders if it is only the legendary one Only Kaguya Hime, who came down from the moon, can touch the heart of the stupid mortals who look down on us and my younger brother.

Before leaving the house, He Mo Baoxian glanced again at the stack of papers that Abe Seimei had written at his desk just now, and asked casually, "Seimei, what are you writing about after flipping through so many documents?"

"Ok?"

Seimei Abe opened his bat fan and slowly walked up the corridor, "I am compiling a simple almanac for Ji Jun."

"what?"

"I'm teaching her the calendar recently, but those obscure ancient texts are still too difficult for children."

Although Sawada Ya was very obedient and didn't make any trouble or complain, but seeing the mosquito coils appearing from the big eyes, the whole loli lying on the table, Seimei Abe Very reasonable, he temporarily stopped this teaching, and was going to wait for him to sort out these things systematically before teaching her from the beginning.

"...", He Mao Baoxian had nothing to say.No, in fact he has, but he dare not say it.When you were the doctor of Yinyang in Yinyangliao, you were not so patient with His Highness the Emperor who came to attend lectures on a whim, right?You, Seimei Abe, are the one who stunned the Emperor of Heaven with Zhouyi and Liuren, right? !

"That's right, brother."

"...What?" He Mao Baoxian choked out two words between his teeth.

"I left your cat here for you again."

"..."

"Just treat it as a reward for helping you investigate this matter."

"..."

I, no, please check this matter, please? !

"... Qingming." He Mao Baoxian couldn't help but open his mouth after all.

"Brother, is there anything else you want to ask?" Great Onmyoji looked relaxed.

"Actually, six or seven years ago, you had a daughter with a certain mysterious woman, right? She has long silver hair and purple eyes, and she looks so cute?"

"Senior brother." Abe Qingming paused slightly, looked back at Kamo Baoxian, and said with a light smile, "I don't have a daughter, but you, senior brother, maybe tomorrow a woman will come to the door with your daughter in her arms , Brother, do you think your daughter is cute?"

"...as if I didn't say anything."

The author has something to say: Good night everyone~