No Misfortune Self-Help Guide

"Don't come in without my order."

In front of the door of the living room, Wu Mi stopped Linghua who wanted to come in with him.

With trembling fingers, he closed the door of the living room, and slowly sat down against the wall.

Today, Wu Mi was a little overwhelmed by walking the short distance of the courtyard. He looked at the white ghost who had been staying in the living room, and was about to say something when he pressed a finger on his lips.

"Shh."

Wu Mi calmed down, turned his head to look in the direction of the sliding door, a kneeling figure was vaguely reflected on the white paper door.

The handmaid who is usually brought in at will seems to have become a watchful eye, but he has no way to get rid of it.

What happened in the front hall not far away, when Wu Mi's mood fluctuated the most, the white ghost actually sensed it, and he could roughly understand that this conversation was very unpleasant.

But it's inconvenient to speak at this time, the white ghost looked at Wumi with a sullen expression on his face, and gently patted his head.

"Don't touch my head."

Muyashiki's target suddenly shifted, he glared at the white ghost, but he didn't want the maids outside to hear him, so he could only utter these words in a barely audible voice.

Even if the white ghost is more pleasing to the eye than everyone else, it shouldn't be offensive to touch his head.

The white ghost raised his eyebrows, just now he suddenly felt that the fugu-like Wuyou looked unexpectedly interesting, so he couldn't help but pat his head to appease him, but for a moment he forgot that he didn't like being patted on the head.

If you have to talk about this kind of emotion, it is that Wu Mi will feel a little shorter when his head is touched, and he will be very upset.

However, Wu Mi at this age is not as strong and tall as the future ghost king.

To be more specific, no one else can touch it, only white ghosts can.

He rubbed the top of Wu Can's head twice, and pointed his fingers with sharp nails to his ears.

"It's too low to hear."

The expression on Wu Mi's face suddenly smelled like a cat whose tail was stepped on. He knew that the white ghost must have heard what he said just now. After all, the white ghost would have noticed much earlier before the maid's footsteps approached.

He did it on purpose.

But Wu Mi couldn't do anything to the white ghost, he couldn't beat him, and he couldn't curse out loud.

He slapped away the white ghost's hand that was about to touch his head, but felt that his territory had been violated. He turned his back to the white ghost and lay down on the tatami.

Before today, the white ghost hadn't realized that teasing myself would be so fun, but then there was a weird contradiction that I thought touching my own head was interesting.

He rubbed his fingertips twice, as if touching white hair was different from touching black hair.

The white ghost staring at the fingertips stared slightly, and then quietly disappeared into the living room again.

"Master, Madam brought you a new coat and hat."

The maid's voice came from outside the door, and Muyashiki heard the misfortune from lying on the side to lying on the back, and found that the white ghost was no longer in the room.

"Bring it in."

Said without a muffled voice.

"This is the Yuanfu Tangyi prepared by Madam for you. There are three sets in total."

The neatly folded clothes and black hat were placed beside Wu Cang's side. He glanced at Linghua coldly, "Except for delivering medicine, don't let me see you today."

Linghua who came back from the front hall also knew that he had an awkward relationship with Mrs. Miyashiki just now, so she didn't say anything more, just bowed and left.

The white ghost picked up the black hat that was on the clothes, "You haven't given the gift of Yuanfu yet."

This is an affirmative sentence.

"Humph."

Because of what happened just now, Wu Mi only groaned back to the white ghost, of course he knew that he didn't have Xingyuan clothes.

In the Heian-kyo period, the Yuanfu ceremony needed to choose an auspicious day. When the man was 12 years old, he was invited to tie his hair and wear a crown by the dignified guests in the palace, and then he became an adult.

However, due to physical reasons, Wu Mi did not perform the ceremony from the twelfth to the sixteenth. He only sent a few sets of clothes hastily after seeing Mrs. Miyashiki because he was considered indecent.

The white ghost's eyes drooped slightly, and he would not need any Yuanfu in the future, because Wu Mi from the Ubuyashiki family was no longer there.

The white ghost has already passed the age of needing yuan clothes, but if it is the past who has done the ceremony of yuan clothes, it means that he has also experienced it in disguise.

"Now, I will help you host the Yuanfu ceremony."

"I'm not interested in that."

Wu Mi knew that the white ghost probably said that he wanted to help him host the Yuanfu ceremony after seeing these clothes.

However, he was looking forward to it when he was 12 years old, and he was looking forward to it when he was 13 years old... until he is now 16 years old, he seems to be flat in his heart.

It's not because Wu Mi is still angry with the white ghost. His anger at the white ghost is not the same as his anger at Mrs. Yuyashiki.

"In my capacity...the number of people who want me to host the yuan service ceremony is countless."

The look of memory flashed across the white ghost's face, and when Wu Mi wanted to explore, his expression quickly became natural again.

White Ghost pressed Wu Mi's shoulders, "Yuan Fu Ceremony should be held on an auspicious day in the first month, but so many years have passed, the date is actually not important, all you need is someone to help you crown."

Naturally, the nobles in the palace would not confer crowns on the youngest son of an unknown family who had missed Yuanfu for many years, but now the only one who can afford to confer crowns on Wu Mi is the White Ghost.

Thousands of years later, the white ghost who had ruled countless ghosts and was the king of ghosts came to give birth to Wu Mi, and crowned his former self.

Wu Mi doesn't know what the white ghost is thinking now, but he just feels that he seems to be different from before at this moment, but he can't explain exactly what is different.

This not-so-orthodox Yuanfu ceremony secretly inherited a small change in the subjective past and future, and only the white ghost knew about it.

The white ghost stood behind Wu Mi, slowly trimming his hair with sharp nails.

The slightly curly black long hair fell a few strands on the tatami, and because the owner was sick, the hair didn't have much luster and looked a little dry.

Tie up the remaining long hair.

The white ghost is not overly pursuing this form of character, but he still does it.

Perhaps seeing the future, or seeing the past, has changed his original thinking to a certain extent.

Because the results are all witnessing his mistakes.

That's why he was so contradictory, and tried to change part of his expectations on Miyashiki Musai.

But every time he makes a change, he also needs to worry about whether such a change will affect him in the future.

From the top of Wu Mi's head, the white ghost touched the long hair that was tied low on the back of his head, and without waiting for Wu Mi to be annoyed, he picked up the black hat on one side and helped him put it on.

"Today, I will help you tie your hair and add a crown, and you will have no misfortune in giving birth. After performing the Yuanfu ceremony, you will be separated from the past, and you will officially become an adult." White Ghost said.

Adulthood, separated from the past...

It wasn't until he heard the white ghost's words that Muyashiki raised his hand and touched the black hat on his head.

There is no strong sense of reality.

He felt that it was not Yuan Fuli who separated the past, but the white ghost who stood beside him and did all this for him.

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