History of the construction of Hanamaru [Comprehensive]

"...water." Covering her painful head that seemed to be about to burst, Yingcao sat up with one hand supporting the quilt.

At this time, the moon was in the middle of the sky, and the bright moonlight shone in through the window covered with paper. It was cut into pieces by the window frame, fell on the ground and elongated, and turned into irregular circles of light.

"Water..." Yingcao took advantage of the moonlight to see the interior furnishings clearly, it was her room in the castle tower.

Frowning, Yingcao tried hard to recall, but couldn't remember anything.She didn't even know why she was here, she only remembered drinking that sweet and sour carbonated drink, and then... no memory.

Her brows frowned again, her head tingled badly, as if someone was pricking her with a needle, Yingcao resolutely gave up recalling the past.

She looked around and found that there was a cup full of clear water standing beside her bed.

"Did Hasebe let it go?" Today Hasebe is in charge of the internal affairs of the servants.

"Forget it, I'll ask when the time comes, and thank you in person."

She picked up the water glass and drank it down.Wiping her wet lips, Yingcao sincerely thanked Fu Sangshen who put a glass of water in front of her bed, it was so sweet.

Putting the cup back in place, Yingcao pulled up the quilt and retracted into the bed, she closed her eyes.

……

...can't sleep.

I don't know if I slept so full just now that I don't feel sleepy at all now.

Yingcao turned over, opened her eyes, and stared straight at the ceiling with dark lines, in a daze.

After a long time, she half sat up.

Since you can't sleep, let's go out for a walk.

The clothes on her body have not moved at all, the same clothes she wore when she was conscious.This is also normal, if Fu Sangshen, who is male, dares to move, Yingcao will definitely let the other party try to see what it means to perform miracles with great strength.

Using her fingers as a comb, she casually smoothed down the messy hair that was raised up due to the restless sleeping position. Yingcao replaced the skin called 'Danfeng Qiuyi' on her body, and put on the original outfit again.

Pushing open the shoji door, Yingcao found that her feet seemed to have bumped into something.

Looking down, it was Zhaofu Dharma who was supposed to be in front of her dandelion.

Zhaofu Dharma stood at her feet, and when it saw Yingcao's eyes, it jumped up and screamed, as if it was dissatisfied with Yingcao's attitude when it saw it.

"Shh, be quiet." Bending down to hug the fat red man, Yingcao symbolically covered its mouth, "Everyone is sleeping."

Zhaofu Dharma jumped up again.

"Okay, okay, I'll take you in right away." This move, Fudama, was stuffed in by Guhuo Niao before she left.

After putting Zhaofu Dharma back on Dandelion, Yingcao walked down the stairs, feeling a little strange.

How could Zhaofu Dharma escape from her dandelion?Without her permission, the things in the dandelion can't come out, I can't figure it out...

The castle tower is built along the corridor, independent of other buildings, and the gate faces the undeveloped forest in front.

Rounding the corner, Firefly followed the corridor and slowly walked towards the central courtyard of the entire Honmaru building.

The moon is as cool as water, and the silver light sprinkles the entire Honmaru, coating the eaves with a layer of clear light.

Except for the orange lanterns hanging in the courtyard, it was pitch black, and everyone seemed to have gone to bed.

The appearance of the Honmaru at night this time is quite different from the Honmaru that Firefly Grass first saw when it first came. At least no one else can see that this place used to be an abandoned, dilapidated place full of uncleanness. Honmaru of things.

And this change is only a few days.

Yingcao stopped in front of the small pool that she hated at the time. She lowered her head and looked at the clean and clear pool water reflecting the crescent moon. Occasionally, the breeze blew by, and the water surface rippled and rippled round and round. .

Suddenly, Yingcao saw a smear of white standing on the sloped bricks and tiles, appearing like a ghost without warning.

"Yo, isn't this the lord?" Na Mobai walked to the eaves.

Yingcao turned around, raised her head to look at the white man standing on the eaves, and called out, "Tsurumaru."

"My lord, can't you sleep in the middle of the night? Do you want to have a big scare with He and I? Let everyone be shocked tomorrow morning."

"...Have you not learned your lesson yet?" Yingcao couldn't understand why Tsurumaru would spare no effort to die like this, wouldn't it be good to live?

"In life, if you don't make a big scare to shock the world and let everyone remember him, wouldn't you be sorry that you have been in this world?"

Tsurumaru raised his head to look at the dark sky, Hotaru couldn't see his face, he could only feel that he was lonely and even a little sad when he was alone on the eaves.

Standing alone, inseparable from each other.

This word popped out of Yingcao's head for no reason, she opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say when the words came to her mouth.

But soon, Tsurumaru recovered by himself.

He lowered his head slightly, stretched out his hand to her, and smiled, "If you don't want to, then, my lord, would you like to watch the moon with me?"

A hooked crescent moon rose from behind Tsurumaru, like mist and veil, and a cool light shrouded his body.

Except for the red to black, wind-blown hair and Qing Yao's dark eyes, he is almost white.

Tsurumaru stretched his brows and eyes, and there was a relaxed smile on the corner of his mouth. His fat sleeves danced in the breeze, fluttering like the wind returning to snow, like a crane falling from the sky.

"If my lord doesn't speak, I will take it as my acquiescence." He jumped down from the roof, put his arms around Yingcao's waist, and jumped onto the roof again.

Tsurumaru let go of his hand, took a step back, and winked at her, "How is it? Are you surprised?"

Yingcao didn't reply, she turned her head and glanced at the scenery below.Following Tsurumaru's example, he walked towards the roof.

Probably because she was not used to walking on uneven tiles, Yingcao had only walked a few steps when her foot sprained and she instantly lost her center of gravity.

"Huh—it's so dangerous." Tsurumaru grabbed Yingcao's hand in time, and he breathed a sigh of relief, "This really scared me."

"I'd better lead the lord forward. If something happens to the lord while I'm not paying attention, those knives will tear me apart."

Tsurumaru complained, his tone was still very relaxed, and he couldn't see the idea of ​​fear at all.

"Thank you." Yingcao was a little embarrassed, her hand was tightly held by Tsurumaru, and she walked all the way to the roof before letting go.

Tsurumaru sat on the raised roof ridge, he moved his body, and patted the spot he had vacated on purpose.

Hotaru looked at Tsurumaru who was facing the moon, and also sat down.

The insects chirped one after another, calling softly, and the breeze blew gently, as if they were afraid of disturbing the scene tonight.

One grass and one crane quietly admired the moon that changes every night. There was nothing to say for a while, but the atmosphere was very harmonious and there was no embarrassment.

"The moon," Yingcao said first, "it's beautiful."

She couldn't help but think of Kaguya Ji's illusion, the moon rising from the bamboo forest, and the screen painting that fell randomly in the bamboo forest.

"Yes, it's very beautiful, but it's untouchable, too deserted, and too lonely." Tsurumaru looked at Yue and muttered to himself, and then he turned his head and leaned in front of Yingcao, "Isn't the lord Do you care? My history."

Yingcao leaned back a little later, she pushed away Tsurumaru's face that was too close, turned around, and looked at the Manyozakura that had already bloomed with tiny buds on the small slope.

"Eh? Is that why you don't want to see me?" Tsurumaru said jokingly holding his heart.

"I don't think it doesn't matter if you don't care about this kind of thing." Yingcao hugged Dandelion in her arms.

Tsurumaru couldn't help being stunned by the exaggerated expression on his face, and he turned his head slightly to look sideways.Because he was sitting with his back facing him, he could only see Yingcao staring into the distance, with a slightly serious side face.

"Don't you all have pasts and secrets that you don't want to talk about? This kind of thing is normal and common. I just need to know that you are the one I know who loves to be frightened, loves pranks, has no evil intentions, and is afraid of loneliness Tsurumaru is enough, what's the point of delving into the past? Standing in front of me now is the present Tsurumaru Kuninaga, he doesn't belong to the past, nor does he belong to the future, he only exists in the present."

Tsurumaru opened his eyes wide, then smiled, a little helpless, "You are really an open-minded master, there is nothing you can do."

He clapped his hands, stood up, and turned his waist to face the moon, "The moonlight is just right tonight, it's a good day for storytelling."

"...Just as long as you are happy." Yingcao maintains an attitude towards Tsurumaru's past, if you tell her she will listen, and it doesn't matter if you don't say it.

The same is true in Onmyoryo. Abe Seimei's shikigami come from all over the world, and Onmyoryo includes almost all monsters and gods from the entire Japanese region.

They all had their own unpleasant pasts, and they avoided talking about them when they first came here, but they spontaneously spoke out over time, and they even treated their stories as bedtime fairy tales to the cubs in the dormitory.

"I am the sword in another Honmaru, the only Sihuadachi in that Honmaru, which is the so-called Oudao among you god judges." Tsurumaru sat down.

"But when I was forged, the god judge of Honmaru had disappeared, and it is said that he returned to the present world." Tsurumaru still remembers the happy expressions on everyone's faces when he came out.

"I stayed there for nearly a year, and the god judge never came back. When the government wanted to take back the Honmaru, the fusangshen all refused, and stubbornly believed that the god judge would definitely come back .”

Hearing this, Yingcao couldn't help turning her head and glanced at Tsurumaru, with a cold and indifferent expression, as if she was telling someone else's story.

"Honmaru has no spiritual power to provide, and the sword with a relatively low level of training can't hold it first. It turns back to its original form and falls into a deep sleep. I continue to wait and believe that the god judge will come back to welcome them one day."

"Stupid, isn't it? Obviously...you know that the other party will not come back, and you have to continue to wait. What else, when the interrogator comes back, you must give her a big hug and say welcome back, hard work gone."

Tsurumaru clenched his fists, "I'm really unwilling, so I escaped and wandered around the battlefield, trying to find that god judge who casually made promises that he hadn't kept."

"Maybe it was too whimsical. In the end, I even forgot the way back to Honmaru." He no longer remembered how long he had been wandering around the battlefield, and how long he had been looking for it.

Because there was no support from the spiritual power of the God Judge, and he was unwilling to disappear, Tsurumaru took the initiative to contact Anqiu.

But all of this will be over in the end, whether he is ruthless or cold-hearted, at least at this moment he belongs to this Honmaru.

"Hahahaha, do you think I'm stupid?" Tsurumaru didn't wait for Yingcao's comment for a long time, and he turned around.

His shoulders sank, he looked down, and found that Yingcao was leaning on his shoulder, and had fallen asleep with his eyes closed.

"...Really, is Crane's story so unpleasant? It seems that we need to improve our narrative skills a lot. I really can't help you."

Tsurumaru poked Hotaru's face as if venting his anger, he sighed softly and helplessly, maintained this awkward posture, and hugged Hotaru horizontally.

Jumping in from the open window, Tsurumaru landed lightly, moving cautiously, afraid of waking Yingcao.

As soon as he entered the room, he found Hasebe standing in the room and watching him quietly.

"Leave it to me." Hasebe stepped forward and stretched out his hand.

Tsurumaru pouted, and handed Yingcao to Hasebe.

Seeing Hasebe stuffing Yingcao into the bed, Tsurumaru asked, "Why are you here?"

Hasebu didn't even look back, "It just so happens."

In order to protect the safety of the master, Hasebe always slept lightly when he was on duty, and he woke up when he heard the sound of the door opening next door.

Unfortunately, it was too late, Yingcao had already left, so he had to stay in the house and wait for Yingcao's return.

"If you dare to do anything to the Lord, I will never let you go." Before Tsurumaru jumped out of the window, Hasebe coldly threw this passage away.

Tsurumaru froze, "Did you hear that?"

Hasebe didn't deny it, nor did he admit it.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to the lord, don't always think of me as a bad knife." Tsurumaru jumped down while leaning on the window frame.

Hasebe glanced back at the direction where Tsurumaru left, he looked at Yingcao who was sleeping soundly, and sighed faintly, "Lord."

*

The next day.

"The purpose of this trip, I have already told you clearly, is to purify the dark corruption in your body, as well as to treat it." Yingcao looked extraordinarily petite among a group of tall fusangshen.

Hasebe took a step forward, "Fu Sangshen who is not on the list, please take a step back and join me in governing the Honmaru in the absence of the Lord."

The fusangshen who need treatment and purification are all the fusangshen in the original pill, and the remaining fusangshen who stayed in the pill, Yingcao is only familiar with Hasebe and Tsurumaru.

Forget about Tsurumaru, hand over this pill to him, and when she comes back, the other party may have been chopped up by the fusangshen who are so angry that they have fallen into darkness.

Therefore, it is the most worry-free to hand over the main pill to Hasebe to manage.

Yingcao looked at Fu Sangshen who retreated to the back, and nodded, "In the days when I'm not around, I'll trouble you, Hasebe. If you need to talk to me, come to Heianjing."

"I would like to obey the Lord's order, and please be careful all the way." Hasebe bent over, and he also took a step back, standing at the front of Fusangshen who stayed behind in Honmaru.

The author has something to say: I feel like I didn't write Tsurumaru's one-ten-thousandth better! ! ! QQ

I'm so sleepy today, I went out to play with my friends in the afternoon, and then bought two rabbits w knock cute!

One white and one black, the white one!Very pretty, with eyeliner

Then... the white one is called Tsurumaru, and the black one is called Okuri.

I originally wanted to call it Europe and Africa_(√ζε:)_

By the way, I still haven't found Shinano [Indifference.jpg]

Thanks for Sanriyue's call and Lily Xinglan's minememoza, my input method has already remembered your names!

Thank you Boluo, Ji Mo_You [Want to have a tryst with me?Guaranteed not to make you lonely ♂[x], Bai Hao is like dust, April Peach Blossom, Dawn Yu Qi, Fan Tuan Tuan Tuan, An Xia, Po Luo, the boss has a cup of tea to calm down [give tea, although it is not the boss], Spring and Autumn A dreamy moon glass, stars falling like rain, Wuli Xiaoya's nutrient solution, what's the matter>3