After exposing myself, I was approached by my best friend

A few carps swam in the gurgling stream from time to time, the small bridges in the courtyard flowed, the rockery stood tall, and the bamboo tubes filled with water by the pool began to tilt due to the weight and hit the pebbles, making a crisp sound.

Gojo Ami was taken to the main room in the owner's courtyard, and the Lord Zhongbang who brought her here was guarding the door.

The young master has been serving the young master since he was a child, and is highly regarded by the patriarch. Even if he is full of questions, Gojo Ami dare not ask again after asking once but not getting an answer, so he has to sit in the empty hall. The house waited quietly.

I don't know why the head of the family called her here...

Thinking of the young master who had never looked at her directly, Wutiao Ami pursed her lips lightly, and her soft and beautiful face became a little darker.

Conjurers are a group of people who are very particular about talent, even more demanding than onmyojis. The conjurers who have obtained the natural spells from birth are more than one class stronger than other conjurers who have worked hard to learn general spells , and therefore, the more excellent the bloodline and birth technique, the more cautious the family is.

The current glory of the Wujo family comes from the ancestor Sugawara-sama, and the young master, who has attracted much attention since birth and was even dubbed the son of God, his bloodline continuation is the most important thing for the whole Wujo family.

The elders of the clan are not only looking for noble ladies with pure blood in Kyoto, but also the priestesses who serve the gods in the shrine and the talented clan members of the clan are also within their target range.

Although the young master was furious more than once because of the forced arrangement of the clan elders, to the clan elders, it was just a sign that there were not enough candidates to satisfy the young master.

Gotiao Ami does not belong to the family, but just accidentally learned a rare healing technique. After the clan elders knew about it, they sent someone to bring her to the family. After investigation, they included her in the list of suitable match candidates. And told that as long as she can win the young master's favor and give birth to blood, her parents and brothers who are far away from the separated family will be taken to the original family, and she will also become the future wife of the Wutiao clan, and she will enjoy the glory and be served by others from then on.

The Wujo family is one of the few big families in Kyoto, no one will be tempted.

At least for Wujo Yamei, this is a shortcut to a bright future.

As long as you can get that person's favor.

Only in this way, she can gain rights and status that ordinary people can't imagine.

But no matter what method she used, that man's gaze never stayed on her for even a moment, and he was even vaguely annoyed.

Wutiao Ami lowered her head slightly, the broken hair hanging on her forehead blocked the sudden gloom in her eyes.

The future wife of the Wujo clan.

She had to sit in this position.

There was a sound of steady footsteps, and then the voice of the servant at the door. Gojo Ami calmed down the gloomy eyes, and her face returned to her usual tranquility and gentleness. She straightened her waist and sat upright in the room.

Patriarch Wutiao walked into the main hall, followed by Zhongbang.

He walked to the low table opposite Wutiao Yamei and sat down, his face and eyes, a pair of falcon-like eyes stared straight at the gentle girl below.

Under that kind of gaze, Wutiao Ami couldn't help but tense up, thinking that her little thoughts that could not be shown were exposed, until Wutiao Patriarch spoke.

"Ami, what did you see on that man just now?"

Gotiao Ami was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect that the Patriarch would care about the person brought back by the young master.It seems that the identity of that person is not simple, not only the young master's friend, but also has some weight in the heart of the master, maybe it is a breakthrough.

While thinking about it, Gotiao Ami frowned slightly, with a little worry on her face, and spoke after considering it.

"Go home, my lord, when I checked the body of that lord just now, Yamei found that the inside of that lord was a little strange."

"Strange?" Patriarch Wutiao frowned and nodded to let her continue.

"Yes, generally speaking, as the body matures, the organs in the body will grow accordingly, and will age and fail at a certain age. However, this process belongs to the natural law of the human body, and it takes a very long time under normal circumstances.

It's just that that adult is different from ordinary people. The heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and meridians in his body are exhausted at an astonishing speed visible to the naked eye, and are constantly restrained and repaired by a strange force, presenting a delicate balance, a bit like what Ami said. I learned the reversal technique, but it is a little different. "

Wutiao Ami frowned slightly, as if she couldn't find the corresponding adjective, and seemed a little distressed.

"...You mean, that child's body has been failing?"

The voice of Patriarch Gojo was a little low, imperceptible, Gojo Ami didn't notice, and nodded upon hearing the words, "Yes, if it wasn't for that strange force, that body should have..."

She paused, and everyone present knew what she had said. As she spoke, Gotjo Ami pulled a soft and gentle smile on her face, and said softly as if she was grateful: "But fortunately, that power has always been there. Running, constantly repairing, as long as the strength is still there, the adult's body is not much different from ordinary people."

"The reason why it is uncertain when the lord will wake up is that, apart from the excessive blood loss this time, the power in the body has stagnated, as if it has experienced a huge consumption, and the operation is a bit slow. , but fortunately there are signs of rapid recovery, so Ami wondered whether she should tell the young master, and hesitated for a while."

In a few or two sentences, he explained the ambiguous test results just now, not because of his lack of academic skills, but because of his own special reasons.

After speaking, Gojo Ami's face turned a light pink, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened her mouth shyly as if embarrassed. "Yamei doesn't want to worry the young master, and will pay more attention to the adult's body in the future. It shouldn't be a big problem."

The tactful tone of voice exposed the implicit and introverted affection of the daughter's family.

Patriarch Wutiao saw her expression and knew the purpose of the clan elders in bringing her back.

Knowing a son is better than a father, the patriarch understands the five temperaments of his son better than anyone else, unless it is someone he has his eyes on, otherwise even if he has all kinds of means and thoughts, it will be futile.

But his status is not good for persuasion, what's more, he is not in the mood to pay attention to these small things between children.

Wutiao Patriarch nodded and began to see off the guests. "Thank you, Yami, it's getting late, go back and have a rest early."

Gojo Ami's expression changed slightly, she glanced at the head of the family who was as serious as usual, bit her lower lip, and bowed to salute. "……yes."

Until she was about to walk out of the main house gate, the slightly low voice of the Patriarch came from behind. "Ami, there are some things that don't pay off with hard work."

Gojo Ami stopped in her tracks, her hands folded on her stomach gradually exerted force, and she turned sideways and slightly bent down. "Yami remembers the teachings of the head of the family."

"Well, let's go."

"Yes."

Gojo Ami stepped out of the room, slowly closed the shoji door, and crossed the small bridge in the courtyard. The soft and peaceful expression on her face gradually faded, and she looked particularly gloomy in the dark night.

So what if you can't get that person's heart.

What she wanted was never the young master's love and affection.

All it takes is to give birth to the young master's blood, and that position is hers.

The rest is just a matter of time.

Gojo Ami stopped and looked back at the lit main room not far away, the corners of her mouth slowly curled up, her eyes filled with ambition,

She also wants to be the same as the legendary Mrs. Chao Lu, to become the object of admiration for countless noble girls in Kyoto, to enjoy countless envious eyes and one-person affection.

But she will never be like that one, and die early.She will gain a firm foothold in the huge Gojo Mansion, and spend the rest of her life surrounded by servants, almost extravagant.

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【Aquan, I have already thought about the name of the child. 】

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[This is a curse! 】

[The Wutiao family doesn't need waste, let alone a blind man. 】

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[One is called Wu and the other is called Qing, okay? 】

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[We already have the six eyes bestowed by God, the next head of the Wutiao family must be this child! 】

【Leaving him alone will only bring karma to the family and the young master! 】

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【Wu is the elder brother and Qing is the younger sister. In this case, the things that the clan elders are worried about will not happen. 】

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[Master Patriarch, those who are in the upper ranks, don't be indecisive, you must bear the fate of the family! 】

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【Aquan...】

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[Patriarch! ! 】

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[... Madam... Madam is gone, and so is the young master! ! 】

Patriarch Wutiao suddenly woke up from the mixed memories. The sobbing sound in his ears made him feel agitated. He couldn't help but picked up the scroll on the table and threw it over, and said coldly.

"Zhongbang, get out."

"But...but, Patriarch...that person, that person..."

The servant with nearly gray hair couldn't help sobbing, tears streaming down his face, and his voice was intermittent, and he didn't finish a sentence for a long time. Hearing this, Patriarch Wu Tiao's heart became more and more irritable.

"Get out, don't make me repeat it again."

The servant's breath was suffocated by the tone mixed with strong anger. He wiped away the tears on his face indiscriminately, bowed to salute, walked out of the room slowly with his hunched body, and closed the paper door.

There was silence in the room where one person was left alone. After a long time, Patriarch Wutiao, who was sitting at the top of the main room, covered his face with his hands, his head drooping slightly, and the condensed anger dissipated from his body, filled with an unspeakable sense of depression and embarrassment.

"...really...it's him..."

The usual steady voice lost its previous stability, with a little trembling and choking and a not-so-obvious hope.

"... madam... are you protecting him..."

Why are you……

don't come and see me...

The straight back was gradually bent, and a muffled sigh sounded in the silent room in the middle of the night. Under the light of the flickering candle, the eye-catching crystal water faintly shone on the low table.

……

After tossing in the pool for a long time, Wu Tiaoqing, who had lost too much blood and had violent emotional ups and downs, passed out again.

Wujo Gojo smacked his lips, seeing that the cleaning was almost done, he walked out of the bath with the man in his arms, dried the water stains on the two of them with magic power, put the man on the soft couch, and changed into clean clothes without looking sideways. , Then wrapped in a quilt, picked him up again and walked out of the bath room, ready to go back to the room to rest.

The servant who waited impatiently outside saw him come out, glanced cautiously at the guest who was wrapped in a cocoon, took a long breath, and patted his chest with lingering fear.

It's okay, it's okay, the young master didn't torment people, and he was able to explain to the Patriarch.

Gojo Satoru stopped in his tracks, narrowed his eyes, and spoke in a very dangerous tone. "Are you just thinking about something impolite?"

The servant shook his head like a rattle, repeatedly denying it. "No, it's just that it's late at night, it's time to rest, I'm worried about the health of you and this lord, young master."

"Hmph." Gojo Gojo snorted coldly, not bothering to argue with him, turned around and walked back to his room along the wooden corridor.

It was already the third watch at this time, the moon was gone, and the surroundings were pitch black. The servant picked up the lantern and quickened his pace, but the young master who was holding the man in front of him was completely unobstructed in his sight, and walked straight in the direction he came from under the darkness.

The servant who couldn't catch up no matter how hard he chased wanted to cry but didn't dare to make a sound, so he had to grit his teeth and start trotting.

Back in the room, the messy room had been tidied up by the well-trained servants, and the bedding and bedding had also been replaced.

Gojo Satoru stepped across the threshold, stretched out his long legs, and hooked the wooden door to close directly. The servant was blocked from the outside, stood there for a while, and shrugged sadly, carrying the lantern and left.

Walking into the inner room, Gojo Satoru put the person on the replaced cushion, the clean bedding exuded a faint fragrance, and the face of the young man with his eyes closed was still a little blush, Gojo Satoru stared at it for a while, then opened He yawned, and the corners of his eyes secreted physiological saline uncontrollably. While rubbing his eyes, he looked at the peacefully sleeping young man, curled his mouth, and pinched the other's nose angrily.

"Trouble me all night, but you sleep comfortably with your eyes closed."

He propped his face with one hand on the side of the squat, poked the cheek with the other hand, and kept muttering to the unresponsive person: "Weak people are going to die and run around. Every time they make themselves tattered, when they meet Don’t you know that it’s dangerous to come to this young master? You can’t run if you can’t fight, why is it so useless.”

"It scares people enough, it really needs to be dealt with." The young master grew angry as he thought about it more and more. He changed his fingers to pinch the soft flesh on the other's cheek and pulled it out until the harassed young man frowned slightly. , the body moved slightly, wanting to stay away from the culprit who disturbed people's slumber, the young master who was worried about waking him up again hastily withdrew his hand.

The place where it was pinched was red, and it was particularly eye-catching on the white cheeks where the temperature had dissipated. Gojo Satoru, who was inexplicably guilty, couldn't help but look away. He glanced at the parted collar from the corner of his eye, and his eyes suddenly froze. .

The author has something to say:

The update time is nine o'clock in the evening, and most of the other times are catching bugs, cough.

(Well... If there is a change, it will probably be before twelve o'clock in the morning that day, but, right now, I haven't saved the manuscript, so I choked up.)

Also, thank you for the Leihe nutrient solution (maomao bows) but making that thank you list every day seems to affect your perception a bit, so I will thank you for a few days later, thank you babies =3=, press and hold one by one bobo.