Jiang Xue still hasn't fallen

The ice and snow in winter have not yet melted, accompanied by the occasional cold wind, the red lanterns under the eaves are shaking their bodies, and the candles inside the lanterns are still burning brightly, dyeing the surroundings of Honmaru red, exaggerating the atmosphere of the New Year.

The warm sun in the early morning only poked out half of their heads, and there were already figures walking around in the Honmaru. They were holding red lanterns, smiling at the corners of their mouths, greeting each other, shuttling around every corner of the Honmaru, making the final preparations for the New Year celebration.

In the house with the windows closed, Weizman stretched his waist, looking at the shadow of Hasebe reflected on the door in a daze, he was stunned for a while, and finally woke up. Yawning, he got up and packed his quilt, put on the New Year's kimono specially prepared by Hasebe, and opened the door after washing up.

Hearing the slight sound of the door, Hasebe, who was cutting the door, bent down slowly, and said the lines he had prepared for a long time at the moment Weitzman appeared: "I wish you a happy new year, and there are many things at the beginning of the year. What do you want to start from?" start?"

"...No, I want to walk around more than work." Weizman's mouth twitched, once again deeply aware that Fu Sangshen in front of him is a standard workaholic, he turned his head and looked towards the courtyard I don't know who made the snowmen one by one, blinked, turned around and went into the room to get some scarves, and wrapped the snowmen one by one.

"Really? That's okay. It's a rare New Year. I should be happier." Contrary to what Weitzman thought, Yaki Hasebe didn't pay too much attention to the issue of work, but a simple sentence He let Weizman go, he reached into his pocket and took out a red envelope when Weitzman looked at him, put it in Weitzman's hand, and said with a smile, "Here, my lord , Please give me your advice in the new year."

Staring blankly at the red envelope in his hand, Weitzman blinked and suddenly realized, "That's right, I forgot to bring out the red envelope. Why did I feel like I forgot something when I went out?"

He put away the red envelope, and before turning back to his room, he smiled at Hasebe, "Happy New Year, Hasebe, please give me your advice in the future!"

Hasebe's face turned red, and with a sudden sound, he sprinkled cherry petals all over his body in an instant. He coughed nonchalantly, moved his feet, and covered the pile of cherry blossoms at his feet with the thick snow. The petals were all buried, as if they were hiding some evidence.

His eyes swept over the door in front of him, he stood in the courtyard, recovered his senses, tilted his head in doubt, and muttered, "The judge wants to give out red envelopes? But there seems to be no one younger than the lord here?"

As the saying goes, "There is no need to continue to think about things that you don't understand." After thinking for a second, Hasebe resolutely abandoned this doubt, raised his heels, and followed Weitzman, who had left the room again, leaned over and gave the other party Come up with an idea:

"Does the lord want to visit everyone? Then we can go according to seniority, first go to His Royal Highness Karasuma, then go to Genji, and then Sanjo and Zuomon..."

"Is that so?" Weitzman muttered, turned his feet, and walked towards the courtyard where Karasuma was. "Are Jiang Xuejun and the others so senior?"

"No, in fact, their seniority is not high." Yaki Hasebe paused and shook his head, "It's just that they are original spirits, and this status is higher than that of spirits..."

He suddenly changed his mind, wait, according to the level of the original spirit and the split spirit, Jiang Xue's level should be higher than everyone else's?So before he finished speaking, he silently changed his words:

"Ah, after visiting His Majesty Karasuma, you can visit the Zuomonji Garden first, and then go to Genji, Sanjo, Kuritaguchi, etc., but in fact, you can meet these people when you walk outside. In comparison, otaku-type Zuo Wenji, Karasuma and Odenata, we have to go by ourselves."

"Is that so?" Weitzman nodded blankly, and in a blink of an eye came to the outside of the courtyard where Karasuma was. As an ancestor, Karasuma had his own courtyard in this huge Honmaru , at this moment, the courtyard door was wide open, and he looked in from the courtyard door, and he could already see some people greeting Xiao Karasuma in the courtyard.

After a pause, he also stepped into the courtyard, walked quickly to Karasuma, and said hello with a smile, "Happy New Year, Your Highness Karasuma."

As he said that, he was about to take out a red envelope from his pocket and hand it to Karasuma, but before he moved his hand, Karasuma caught him straight in the face, and in the blink of an eye, there was a bulging red envelope in his hand, Weizman raised his head and looked at Karasuma suspiciously, but saw that the other party was wearing a kind smile that was completely inconsistent with his immature appearance, and said gently to himself:

"I would like to congratulate you on the New Year. There are a lot of children here, and it's a big deal to prepare for the New Year's money."

Little Karasuma glanced at the small bag that Weitzman was carrying, stroked his long sleeves, and smiled gracefully, "However, my father still has a small treasury, so the Lord doesn't need to worry about my father's wallet."

As he spoke, he raised his hand again, patted Weitzman's head in an elder-like manner, let go of his hand with a smile, turned his head and touched Atsushishiro's head again, and began to give red envelopes to the fusangshen again .

Standing there blankly for a few seconds, Weitzman's face was instantly flushed with a blush, and he felt like he was being coaxed by Karasuma as a child, but this feeling was not bad, he touched himself At the place where the head was touched just now, he blinked and smiled at Karasuma, "Thank you, His Highness Karasuma, for the red envelope."

Not caring that the other party ignored his thanks because of the large number of New Year greetings, Weitzman touched the red envelope in his hand, silently stuffed it into the small bag, and put it together with the red envelope given by Hasebe.

"My lord." While leading his younger brothers to pay New Year's greetings to Karasuma, Yiqi turned around with a smile, and bent down to say hello to Weitzman, "I would like to send my New Year's greetings here... Then, I want Go and give lucky money to my younger brothers."

"Ah, Happy New Year." Weizman blinked, watching the other party take out a bunch of red envelopes in the blink of an eye, and distributed the red envelopes to his younger brothers directly in Karasuma's courtyard, feeling a little envious for no reason.

- Aww!I also want to give red envelopes as a matter of course.

Thinking of this, Weitzman glanced at the short knives, and quickly took out a large stack of red envelopes from his bag, and found the nearest Yaken Toshiro, and stretched out his hand to put a red envelope in his arms, "Happy New Year Ah, medicine research."

"General, Happy New Year. Please take care of me this year too." Yaken Toshiro put away the red envelope given by the first issue of his backhand, glanced at the red envelope in Weitzman's hand, and took out one directly from his arms. Put it on top of the stack of red envelopes, and said with a smile, "Here, General, you can use it to buy things you like."

Looking blankly at his extra red envelope, Weitzman looked dazed and felt that this reaction was not right, "Eh? Wait, I should be the one who gave you the red envelope."

He reached out his hand and was about to put the red envelope into Yaken Toshiro's arms and return the red envelope just now, but saw Yaken Toshiro jump up and distanced himself from himself.

"My lord, you are still young, so naturally we gave you a red envelope." With a gentle smile on his face, Yiqi Yizhen also put a red envelope into Weitzman's arms, then turned and walked in front of Karasuma, He sent his own red envelope, "Your Highness Karasuma, please give me your advice for the New Year."

The short knives also followed the pace of each phase, stuffing red envelopes into Weitzman's arms one by one, and shouting with a smile:

"General, please give me your advice in the new year!"

"General! This is my red envelope!"

"General, don't you want to hug? It feels like the red envelopes are about to fall."

"general……"

Weitzman looked at the more and more red envelopes in his arms, and changed into his arms dumbfounded. Later, he couldn't tell which red envelope was given by whom, and everyone who came here to pay New Year's greetings to Karasuma was without exception. She also stuffed a red envelope for him.

Reluctantly, he transferred all the red envelopes to Hasebe's arms. He looked around and found that there seemed to be no possibility of returning them, so he could only give up, turned around and dragged Hasebe to leave the place quickly.

"Why are they stuffing red envelopes for me? Obviously, the daggers are still children..." Weizman complained as he walked, full of incomprehension.

"Because the general is less than a hundred years old, and they are all gods over 1000 years old." Hasebe said with a smile, seeing Weizman's face being shocked, he couldn't bear to let him be stimulated again, and He added, "In fact, the child's appearance is mainly affected by the sword itself. Kuritaguchi's short sword is bigger than mine. You haven't paid attention to this aspect, and it's normal if you don't know."

When Weizman thought that he used sugar to coax these thousand-year-old gods before, he successfully felt his ignorance at the beginning, fell silent for a moment, and chose to ask for help, "Who is the smallest in this pill?"

"It's Izumi Mori Kanesada. He's four or five hundred years old now. According to this age difference, he, Kunihiro and Kotoru shouldn't give you red envelopes." Hasebe recalled and said silently, " In fact, all you need to do is to receive the red envelopes, and the small treasury will soon become full."

"In contrast, the small coffers of Genji and His Highness Karasuma will shrink when the New Year comes, because the three of them are the biggest." He cited an example and slowly helped Weitzman put all the red envelopes into the bag.

"Is that so?" Weitzman felt that he might be broken, and when he heard that someone would not give him a red envelope, he was actually in a happy mood. Sure enough, I was still broken, right?

It is obviously the age of the grandfather among human beings, decades have passed since the age of receiving red envelopes, and now that he has received the courtesy of receiving red envelopes again, Weitzman didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he was silent for a moment, silently Turn your head and walk to the courtyard of the text on the left.

——Hehe, I don’t believe it anymore, Zuowenzi’s courtyard can be full of New Year’s greetings just like His Highness Xiao Karasuma’s courtyard, I refuse to accept red envelopes!I want to defend my identity as "grandpa"! ! !

The red lanterns shone brightly at the gate of the courtyard. The white snow dyed the lampshade, and was melted by the warmth of the lampshade in a moment. Bits of snow water fell and turned into shallow round pits on the snow, which was melted again in the blink of an eye. Hidden by snowflakes.

With a fluffy scarf around his neck, Weitzman let out a long breath of hot air. Watching the gas turn into white mist and dissipate into the air, he reached out helplessly and opened the courtyard door in front of him, and headed inside.

Although the courtyard of Zuozizi also has a festive atmosphere for the New Year, it is obviously less lively than the courtyard of Karasuma. Weitzman glanced at it briefly, and the first thing he saw was Saya climbing a tree and worrying under the tree. Kasen Kanesada tilted his head in a daze, not quite understanding why Kasen was here, but this did not hinder his New Year greetings, "Happy New Year, Kasen-kun, Xiaoye."

"My lord, happy new year." As Kasen Kanesada said, he reflexively took out a red envelope from his pocket and planned to put it in Weitzman's hand. Before putting it in, he paused and stared at the house of the Sanjo family on the red envelope. Hui looked at it for a second, silently put it away, and put another one into Weitzman's hand, "Ah, I'm sorry, my lord, I just took the red envelope that Cheng Jinjian gave me."

"Ah..." Weizman shook his head, expressing that he didn't care, and then thanked him with a smile, "Thank you Song Xianjun..."

Before he finished speaking, a figure flashed in front of his eyes, and there were three more red envelopes in his arms. He looked up blankly, and saw Mr. Taro standing under the tree with a calm face, and directly raised his hand, and the palm passed through Xiaoye's armpit , hugged him directly, twitched the corner of his mouth, carefully looked at the knife pattern on the red envelope in his arms, and found that it was Taro Tachi, Jiro Tachi and the red envelope of the Lion King, Weitzman said helplessly:

"Taro-kun, happy new year, um... why are you here?"

Taro Tachi turned around and stuffed Saya into Kasen Kanesada's arms, and said with a smile, "Come to pay New Year's greetings. My brother and the Lion King have already left. I thought the Lord would come too, so I just waited here."

"Is that so?" Weizman blinked and followed them into the house, but Hasebe suggested to go to other places and left first.

"It's the first month, let's ignore the battle for the time being." Jiang Xue muttered in left words, the movement of adding tea in her hand was still elegant, she was covered with feathers, and the original cassock was neatly folded and put in the cabinet In front of him, Suzumaru Koji and Sosan Zuomoji were concentrating on tasting tea.

He tilted his head slightly, patted the head of Xiao Ye who came closer, put a cup of tea in his hands, warmed his hands, and said with a light smile, "Drink tea to keep warm, and you can also eat some wagashi."

"Okay, brother." Xiaoye Zuowen replied obediently, took a sip of tea, ate another high point, got up and ran to the cabinet to take out three red envelopes, and put them in Weitzman's In his hand, he said seriously, "Here, Lord, this is the New Year's money."

"Huh?" Weitzman didn't expect that Xiaoye would replace Zuo Wenwen to give him lucky money. He blinked, thanked with a smile, and quietly stuffed a red envelope into Xiaoye's arms, thinking of Xiaoye's Years old, afraid that the other party would also reject him, he lowered his voice and said, "Shh...don't tell others, I gave this to you, well, it can be used as a red envelope of filial piety."

"Thank you, Lord." Xiaoye was stunned for a moment, and didn't choose to refuse. She put the red envelope into her sleeve with a smile, turned around and went to give the red envelope to Gexian and Taro Taidao, and the flowers on her head were so happy that they sprinkled the whole floor of the house. cherry petals.

Weitzman's eyes were also bright. He was in a great mood after finally sending out a red envelope, and even raised his voice a few pitches, "Jiang Xuejun, isn't your master here?"

He still remembered that Jiang Xue Zuowen brought Jiang Xue Zhengzong back at that time. Could it be that after a few days, this heroic spirit couldn't stay any longer and ran away again?

"Ah, Master was invited by the Genji twins to accept their New Year's greetings." Jiang Xue left the words indifferently. Seeing Weizman's doubts, he remembered that the other party didn't know much about Jiang Xue's authenticity. Then he explained to him in a low voice, "Master and I are both Jiang Xuesai's sword, but the difference from me is that before becoming the sword Fusangshen, Master was actually Minamoto Yorimitsu, the general of the Heian era, who is also the master of the Genji twins. , he would have become a heroic spirit after his death, but he was stepped in by Lord Qingming, and he had an extra life of Fusangshen."

"Wait, so he should be older than the Genji twins?"

Weizman was stunned for a moment, his thinking today was completely bound by his age, and he couldn't think of other aspects. He completely ignored Jiang Xuezheng's life experience which was brief but rich in various information, and only thought of him than The Genji twins have a big problem with this.

"In a sense, it seems to be true." Jiang Xuezuo nodded, took out a red envelope from her arms, pushed the red envelope in front of Weitzman with her fingers, and said with a smile, "My lord, this is my representative." A red envelope from Master, happy new year."

Received another red envelope for some unknown reason, Weitzman sat in the courtyard of Zuowen for a while, and then left the courtyard step by step, top-heavy, touched the bag that was bulging before going out, I feel that I am a bit of a failure in life - obviously I went out to give red envelopes, but in the end I only sent out one, but received dozens of red envelopes instead.

Returning to his house with a dazed face, he slowly closed the door, sat in the room and thought about why he was in this situation, always feeling that he had been hit by a huge "age".

It is rare for him to receive all the "benevolent eyes" of Fu Sangshen, but he is still quite uncomfortable. When facing the dagger, he can't restrain his desire to spoil the child.

Weitzman looked up at the ceiling, his heart was about to break, but he couldn't use any words to object to their behavior of giving him red envelopes, because - the age difference is really a huge dividing line that cannot be avoided.

If it is calculated according to a generation gap of three years, it seems that there is an abyss between me and this group of fusangshen! ! !

——Obviously I am also a grandfather, why can't I give out red envelopes? !

——Don't you think it's strange to put that loving and kind look on a child?Why is the ability to accept so good? !

——Or don’t celebrate the New Year in the future, I feel that I have to receive red envelopes every year, and the wounds in my heart will never heal.

——How am I going to face up to the group of grandfather-level daggers with immature appearance? ? ?