[Shaman King] He has a cat

"……Do not."

After a short but long pause, she heard the person on the other side say: "Only you, not within the scope of my divination prediction."

King Ma Cang Ye kept smiling, but the smile on his face seemed to fade a bit.

She couldn't help asking: "...why?"

"Maybe because you are not from this world."

She was stunned for a moment, but she hadn't finished digesting what the other party said just now, and was about to feel a little disappointed when unfamiliar footsteps sounded in the corridor outside the hall, Ma Nu walked over with a man who looked like a servant.

"Master Zuojing," the attendant bowed his knees in the direction of King Ma Cangye, and said respectfully, "Lord Zhongnayan, please."

The soft rustle of clothes came, Ma Cang Ye Wang stood up unhurriedly, as if he had expected such a guest to appear today, he walked to the door of the hall, and looked sideways at her.

"Want to come together?"

The attendant raised his face in surprise and almost caught King Ma Cang Ye's sight. He quickly lowered his head again, staring at his nose, nose and heart with cold sweat.

She raised her hand and pointed to herself: "Hey, me?"

Ma Cang Ye Wang's expression remained unchanged: "Is there anyone else besides you?"

The previous sense of loss was instantly swept away. Although she couldn't use the other party's divination to know whether she could return to modern times, it was just a fluke idea, and it's no big deal if her expectations failed.

"Is it really okay?" Considering that it was someone else's commission, she held back her excitement and confirmed with the other party again.

Is it okay to be held back by her?

Of course, she will be honest and will never cause trouble for the other party, but she has never seen an onmyoji exorcising ghosts and demons, and she doesn't know much about the specific procedures of those complicated rituals.

If she accidentally made a mistake, such as accidentally breaking a thousand-year-old seal and releasing a world-shattering monster...

"It's okay." Ma Cang Yewang smiled again, "Even if something happens, I'm still here."

"..."

Great!Spring outing!She is coming!

She quickly returned to the room, and with the help of Ma Nu, she changed into a red-backed white safari, and put on a golden bell pendant like an amulet. She hurried to the entrance, and suddenly remembered something, and returned to the room. Go to the porch, sit down, put on your shoes, and tie your shoelaces.

Sneakers are her last insistence as a modern person.

The ox cart with a gorgeous imperial curtain was waiting outside the door, and Gu Zong stuck to Ma Cang Ye Wang's feet, and followed in small steps all the way to the place where he got on the cart.

"You have to take good care of your home."

The tawny tabby stops circling.

Why do cats guard the house?

She seemed to read dissatisfaction from the face of the stock owner.

But what right does a kitten have?

Bullock carts rumbled away around the corner of the street.

The stock sect didn't come to rub her against her today, nor did he say goodbye to her.

Ah, the love last night was as short as a flash in the pan. How can she keep a cat's heart.

She lowered the curtain and sat back in the carriage with a sigh.

"what happened?"

The bullock cart ran over the gravel, and the whole carriage shook slightly. Ma Cang Ye Wang sat beside the window, holding on to the wall of the carriage, and replied listlessly: "It's okay."

Little things.

She changed the subject: "Why did Master Zhong Nayan seek you?"

The mansions of nobles and ministers are concentrated in Sakyo, and the entire Heian-kyo has a population of nearly 10. Although most of the documents in the Heian period are about the life of the aristocrats, even in Heian-kyo, less than [-]% of the people are so-called nobles. .

The common people were invisible in the literature of this era, so that scholars of later generations did not understand the lives of ordinary people in this era. The only thing that is certain is that the lives of ordinary people and nobles are completely different.

There was the sound of creaking wheels, and Miyen's gorgeous ox cart slowly passed through the streets of Heian-kyo.

"Who knows," Ma Cang Ye Wang said, "it should be because of his daughter."

"Really?" She recalled the figure she saw briefly in the palace, and was a little surprised. "I didn't expect him to be a good father who cared about his daughter."

"You can't say that."

Ma Cang Ye Wang leaned against the wall of the car with one hand and answered slowly.

"Fujiwara Yoriki is incompetent but full of ambitions. His only daughter is his best political bargaining chip. If something goes wrong with this precious bargaining chip, it is not surprising that he will be distraught."

She blinked her eyes, as if she understood something.

Considering the background of the times, she added cautiously: "How old is his daughter... now?"

"Uzuki might be ten years old this year."

...It's confirmed, it's a scumbag.

"Is he planning to send his daughter to the palace?"

The young emperor in the palace has not yet registered as a queen, and there must be many people in the Fujiwara family who are eyeing it. Even if the throne of the middle palace is destined to fall into the hands of the regent Fujiwara, there is still a side room seat that can be coveted, which is enough for Fujiwara Yoshiki Such people salivate.

King Ma Cang Ye said concisely: "If there are no accidents."

Wow, that's really rubbish.

She got out of the car behind King Asakura Leaf expressionlessly. Fujiwara Yoriki's mansion was built in a magnificent and luxurious way. He sat in the hall with red ribbons hanging down from the imperial curtain, with a bloated smile on his face and expensive incense. Floating over from a long distance, she almost sneezed expressionlessly.

Fujiwara Yoriki and Asakura Ye Wang unilaterally exchanged greetings for a while, but their attitudes completely disappeared from the arrogance of the palace, even though she was sitting behind Asakura Ye Wang, she felt the tight fear and tension under his smile. Carefully please.

She originally only planned to be an invisible person watching the situation, the kind with eyes and ears but no mouth, the voice of the conversation paused slightly, and Fujiwara Yoshiki's eyes fell in her direction.

Maybe it's because I've been really curious for a long time, maybe I just want to get closer to King Ma Cang Ye, with a kind smile on his face, the other party asked:

"Who is this……?"

"She is the helper I brought today."

...?

She almost couldn't help but look at King Ma Cang Ye, with an expression of "we didn't agree that way at the beginning".

"So that's the case." Fujiwara Yoriki looked at her and laughed a few times, "Since you trust me, then I can rest assured."

She told herself in her heart: Today, I am dumb.

I am dumb.

But when she thought that the person opposite actually wanted to send her ten-year-old daughter into the palace, she couldn't hold it back. She kept a polite smile on her face and silently mouthed to him:

Scumbag [human scum].

"...Did she say something just now?"

King Ma Cang Ye smiled and said, "She is thanking you for your compliment just now."

She couldn't hold back now, and slightly glanced at King Ma Cang Ye next to her.

The big onmyoji in hunting clothes looked calm and calm, no matter in his manner or demeanor, even the most demanding people could not find the slightest mistake.

She was silent for a moment, and never came again when the opportunity was not lost.

She looked at the other party sincerely, and said softly, "... asshole [asshole]."

Fujiwara Yoriki: "What is she talking about now?"

"She is complimenting the incense in your mansion, which is very tasteful."

The smile on Fujiwara Yoriki's face became a little more real, and the thin creases were wrinkled: "Is this a foreign language? As expected of the people who are close to Master Asakura, they are indeed well-informed."

The other party calmly changed the address to the more familiar "Master Asakura".

Ma Cang Ye Wang's face remained unchanged: "You are too famous."

After this attempt, she discovered that although her native language seemed to be automatically translated into a meaning that others could understand by the world, other languages ​​were not.

After the polite greetings were over, Yoshiki Fujiwara finally got to the point.

He has a young daughter named Miji. His daughter is very poor. His biological mother died of a sudden illness a month ago. He brought the young Miji into the mansion. The child seemed to be hurt after witnessing his mother's death. A lot of fright, these days have been nightmares again and again, and the person is rapidly losing weight, no matter whether it is to the maid or to his father, he seems to have completely closed himself.

In order to treat Mihime, Fujiwara Yoriki invited eminent monks from Buddhist temples, priests of shrines, and even a few witches, but to no avail.

In any case, Miki just refused to speak.

Fujiwara Yoriki begged King Asakura to get rid of the evil spirit attached to Mihime. If there were no evil spirits, how could his lovely daughter suddenly become what she is now.

"I have roughly understood the situation you mentioned." King Ma Cang Ye said, "In order to judge what kind of evil spirit this is, please let me meet Ling Ai."

As Fujiwara Yoriki said, Mihime is a thin and silent child.

Asakura Leaf King said that he wanted to talk to Mihime alone, Fujiwara Yoriki hesitated for a while, and looked at Mihime who was sitting silently beside the maid, but Mihime didn't even look at him, as if he didn't notice him at all. like human existence.Fujiwara Yoriki walked out with a heavy face.

Miji's room faces the courtyard, and there are several gorgeous screens in the room. The little girl with black hair tied with a red string hangs her head quietly, her eyes seem to pass through the floor below her, and her empty eyes don't know. Where exactly are you looking.

King Ma Cang Ye only asked her one question.

"Aren't you going to tell?"

The little girl did not answer, nor did she raise her head.

"I see."

She wanted to ask the people around her, what did he know?

But Fujiwara Yoriki walked in again soon, as if he was afraid that King Asakura and Mihime would talk for too long.

It was getting late, and Fujiwara Yoriki ordered someone to set up a banquet. The banquet was very sumptuous by the standards of this era. There were salt-roasted sweetfish, various stews and pickles in the delicate dishes, and the side There are also seasonal fruit plates and snacks.

She ate a few bites absent-mindedly, and returned to the guest room with King Ma Cang Ye.

Of course it is impossible to live together, she is just a little worried about Mi Ji, she thinks the child's symptoms sound very similar to some kind of post-traumatic stress disorder, but she doesn't know how to bring this up to people from a thousand years ago.

Just as she was about to speak, King Ma Cang Ye seemed to be able to hear what she was thinking: "Mi Ji is not possessed by an evil spirit."

He turned around slightly, the night was falling, the room was lit with candles, the flickering candlelight blurred the darkness, and fell into the eyes that seemed to be shrouded in a thin mist, reflecting the calm and steady look in his eyes.

"Go to bed," he said, "don't worry."

"This matter should be resolved tonight."

At the end of spring, the sound of night insects was faint, she was lying in a strange room, and fell into a dream in the middle of the night.

It was a very strange dream.

She was sitting as a spectator in a room with several hanging curtains, which seemed to be a woman's room, with exquisite flowers and birds painted on the screen, soft incense wafting from the incense burner, and a painted handle on the wooden box beside the bed. Holding the fan of Arashiyama Red Maple.

The season is autumn, the courtyard is covered with flaming maple leaves, and a young woman with long winding hair is sitting behind a translucent imperial curtain, staring at an unknown direction obsessively.

At this time, footsteps sounded in the corridor, and a familiar yet unfamiliar figure appeared outside the imperial curtain.

"Dan Ji."

She recognized Fujiwara Yoriki's voice.

Fujiwara Yoshiki, who was wearing casual clothes, was much younger than what she saw today, and his figure and facial features were not so bloated.

"Lord Lai Qing." The woman's voice was soft and gentle.

The two exchanged a few Japanese songs through the imperial curtain, as if they couldn't restrain their yearning for each other, the thin imperial curtain was quickly pulled aside, and then, the sound of cloth rustling was heard.

……Wait a moment? !

Really wait? !

She was fixed in place by an unknown force, unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as the two fell to the bed behind the screen.

……

She doesn't want to look! !

She doesn't want to see this kind of picture at all! ! !

As if hearing her cry of inner collapse, the scene in front of her eyes suddenly went dark, the red maple trees in the courtyard were swept up by the wind, and the cold white snow fell from the sky, sparsely covering the dry courtyard.

A few years later, she saw Fujiwara Yoshiki again.

But this time, there was no smile on his face, it was as gloomy as the snowy sky outside.

The author has something to say:

King Ma Cang Ye can hear other people's heart sounds, and the language barrier is useless to him.

This story is mainly about love, there is no suspense, because suspense doesn't work in front of Ye Wang, no matter what secrets are hidden from him, it will hurt.

Others: What is the truth of the matter...

Ye Wang: I already know the truth of the matter.

Really, can't play.

感谢在2021-06-1916:26:28~2021-06-2006:42:10期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 66 bottles of Moshanghua; 7 bottles of Qingshuang and Wangwu; boiled fish fillets, Liu Haoran is my husband, and 1 bottle of Scarlet Moon;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!