History of the construction of Hanamaru [Comprehensive]

"My lord~"

While drowsy, Yingcao heard sweet and cloying voices outside the door.Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she got up from the crooked bed where she slept.

Hatching again, she blinked her foggy eyes and pushed open the door.

Xu just woke up, Yingcao's voice was still a little tired, "Luan..."

"My lord~" Luan squeezed in, showing the makeup tools in his hand, "Let me do my lord's makeup!"

The drowsiness was dispelled all of a sudden, Yingcao opened her mouth wide in a daze, "Huh?"

"Come on, come on." He dragged Yingcao to the mirror in the room, and he simply tidied it up and made a simple dressing table.

He pressed Yingcao's shoulders randomly, asked her to sit down, and then went to open the curtains by himself.

The sunlight that was cut off by the heavy curtains instantly poured in, covering the entire room, making the room warm and bright.

"Hey, hey, Jiro the beauty is here to help~" Jiro leaned on the door frame, stooped and stepped in.

"You are really slow in coming. Didn't you agree to meet downstairs at eight o'clock?" Luan complained while taking out all the cosmetics in the cosmetic box.

Hearing this, Jiro pursed his lips unhappily, "I want to drink some wine before coming here, but my elder brother has not given me a drink, so I have delayed until now. Master, tell me, is my elder brother going too far?"

No wonder I didn't see the wine bottle hanging around Jiro's waist today, and the smell of wine on him disappeared.

When asked, Yingcao smiled helplessly, "Jiro, please drink less."

"What?" Jiro puffed up his face when he was not recognized, a little unhappy, but the emotion came and went quickly.

In the next second, he touched Luan and Yingcao's head, and rubbed vigorously, "You two are really young."

"Don't touch it randomly, look, you messed up my hairstyle." Luan slapped his hand away, fingers combed, and combed the hair messed up by Jiro.

Jiro didn't care, "Don't worry so much, I'll be back soon after I comb."

He gave him a sideways look, "Then I mess up your hairstyle too?"

Jiro laughed and stood up, "If you can touch it, come and mess it up."

"..." Luan raised his head and looked at Jiro, who was obviously taller than him by more than a head. After a moment of silence, he snorted softly, "Childish!"

"Okay, now it's time to put on the master's makeup, let me have a look."

Looking at the firefly grass they were fighting with, she didn't expect that it would be her turn next.

Yingcao's face was held by Jiro, looking up and down, where to start.

Jiro squinted at Yingcao's face, and suddenly began to ravage Yingcao's face, "Damn it! I'm so jealous, there is not even a pore, and the skin is so smooth and tender!"

While kneading, he made comments.

He opened up all the cosmetics that needed to be used, rolled his eyes randomly, and slapped Jiro's hand away, "Don't rub it, my lord's face is red from you."

"Yeah." Yingcao nodded in agreement, her mouth was forced to pout, and she uttered a series of syllables with unknown meaning.

"Ah... sorry, sorry." Jiro let go of his hand hastily.

He rushed up, looked at Yingcao's reddened face, touched it, and pinched it again, "But it's really tender."

"I'm right? She's very tender, right?" Jiro looked as if he had found a bosom friend.

Yingcao, who is rubbing her swollen face, feels helpless, isn't your face tender too?

Rather, which Fusangshen's face is not tender in the whole Honmaru?Even if it becomes rough, it will be restored to its original smoothness and tenderness immediately after repairing it by hand.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's hurry up and help the lord make up." Randomly picked up one of the bottles.

Half an hour later.

"Well, it's perfect, master, please take a look." Jiro straightened Yingcao's face and pointed it at the mirror.

They said it was makeup, but in fact the two of them didn't move much on Yingcao's face, they simply painted eyeliner, lipstick and so on.If you don't look carefully, there is no difference from usual.

"Is this color too red?" Yingcao took a closer look and pressed her lower lip with her fingertips.

"Hey, don't touch it." Luan took Yingcao's hand, took a cotton swab with lipstick on her, and patched up the place she just touched and spent, admiring with satisfaction, "No, this color is suitable for Christmas." It’s just right, how beautiful it is.”

He put his face on Yingcao's face, and looked at the mirror with a smile on his face, the reflections of the two sisters.

"The makeup is done, and I will change clothes next." Jiro turned around and searched in the bag he brought, "I found it, clang clang—"

He was holding a red and white dress with a hood, two antlers on the hat, and no cuffs.

"Well, wait, there's more." Jiro found out from the bag again the furry skin with red background and white border, and a pair of white knee socks with red parallel bars.

"...you don't want me..." Yingcao had an ominous premonition, and she took a few steps back.

Jiro and Luan nodded, grabbed Hotaru's arm to prevent her from escaping, "Come on, put it on~"

"Wow! I know, I know, I will change it myself!"

……

"Is the master still okay?" Jiro waited impatiently outside the door.

Before he finished speaking, the door was opened, and Yingcao walked out.

The first thing they saw was the sleek, bright red leather shoes, and then the raised ankles wrapped in white socks, which outlined the slender and perfect legs all the way up.

With a red skirt and white border, Yingcao walked out from behind the door.

There is a small white bow tied on the hair that is lighter than sky blue, and there are two small silver chains hanging under the bow, and two small snowflake-shaped ornaments hang on the end of the chain, which looks cute and cute.

Ran and Jiro were amazed, and immediately rushed forward and rubbed Hotaru's face.

"So cute, so cute, so cute."

"Woo - super cute!"

Yingcao was almost suffocated by being rubbed, and quickly patted the hands of the two of them, "Quick, let go, I can't breathe anymore."

"Enough for the two of you." Kiyomitsu, who came late from bed, squeezed Ran and Jiro away, looked at Yingcao's face with his waist in his waist, and laughed out of the angry face.

"Master is really cute! It's not bad, you two." Qing Guang rubbed up.

After finally pushing away Qingguang's face, Yingcao's face was flushed red again, "Qingguang, what are you doing here?"

Qingguang smiled mysteriously, and took out the nail polish, "Of course I painted the master's nails~"

"...What!" Thinking that she was finally over being manipulated by others, Yingcao's eyes darkened.

"Come on, come on." Qingguang dragged Yingcao, who had lost his mind, and entered the room again.

*

Glancing secretly at the Candlestick Cut standing beside him who was cutting vegetables, Bao Ding swallowed his saliva looking at the fried chicken pieces in the glass bowl.

Quietly, take one quietly, it shouldn't be discovered, right?

Taking another peek at Candlestick Che who seemed to be oblivious to his existence, Baoding quickly stretched out his hand, twisted a piece and put it in his mouth.

Mmm - it's really delicious!Although the food made by the candlestick is not as good as that of a man/wife, it is also super delicious!

The powder wrapped on the outside of the chicken nuggets is deep-fried and crispy, the chicken hidden inside is fragrant and tender, with a layer of pepper sprinkled on the outside, it is really a knife, I can’t wait to swallow my tongue, I want to eat it .

After licking off the crumbs of bread crumbs that had been fried until golden brown on his fingertips, Bao Ding looked at the chicken nuggets in the bowl and started to move again.

At the moment when his finger was about to touch the chicken nugget, a kitchen knife was inserted obliquely, the blade was only millimeters away from his finger.

Swallowing his saliva with difficulty, Bao Ding looked up tremblingly along the hand holding the handle of the knife, and what caught his eyes was Candlestick Chee's very kind smiling face with black air.

"Don't steal it, Baoding Sauce~" Candlestick cut a smile and grabbed Baoding's head.

Bao Ding shook his head, and immediately confessed, "I'm sorry! Please forgive me for this behavior! I admit my mistake!"

Candlestick cut Jiang slightly loosened his grip on Baoding's head, and patted his head lightly, "It's good, go out and play, don't come into the kitchen again."

He blew on the kitchen knife in his hand, the sharpened blade glowed cold and silver under the light, and the blade was extremely sharp, as if it could cut iron like mud.

Baoding couldn't help being startled when he saw it, and ran away quickly.

If he didn't run away, the knife would fall on him in the next second, he didn't want to be cut into shreds!

Looking at the buns as if they were oiled on the soles of their feet, they ran out of the kitchen quickly.Candlestick cut sighed, put down the kitchen knife, and turned to look at Ge Xian, "How is your roast chicken?"

Ge Xian bent over and squatted in front of the oven, without looking back, staring intently at the grilled chicken dripping with oil inside the oven, and gestured an 'ok'.

"It will be fine after baking."

Candlestick cut nodded, then went to look at Taiko Bell who was busy in front of the restaurant, and raised his voice to ask: "Zhen-chan, how are you doing?"

Putting the materials in his hand into the tray, Taiko Bell took the time to turn his head, "Of course there is no problem, Xiaoguang, you can rest assured and leave this to me."

Candlestick cut nodded again, turned around, and continued to work on his own.

Looks like it should be in time for the Christmas dinner tonight.

*

Yingcao didn't remember being caught by Qing Guang and tossing for hours.

When Qing Guang announced that it was all right, she went downstairs holding the nails that she had finally finished, and found that the sky outside was already a little dark.

The sun tilted, and the thin red climbed up to the sky, dyeing the clouds orange.

From the castle tower all the way to the lounge, Yingcao saw that the courtyard and the pillars were covered with decorations such as snowflakes.There are also small lanterns, which illuminate the entire yard brightly.

The heating was turned on in the lounge, and the short knives were scattered all over the room, all busy with their things.

"General." Hou was the first to hear the door being opened, and he waved at Yingcao with his scissors, "Yeah! They're not bad, they look good, General."

Yao Yan, who was sitting next to him, looked up when he heard the words, and couldn't help being taken aback. He took off the elk sunglasses that his younger brothers put on as a prank, and said with a smile, "Well, they look really good."

Yingcao blushed from being praised, she raised her foot and walked towards Yaoyan, but found that her foot touched something soft.

Looking down, it turned out to be the cubs from the Five Tigers Retreat, they were surrounding her feet, seeing that she noticed them, they excitedly hugged Yingcao's feet, begging for a hug.

The five tigers who were decorating the Christmas tree with Akita found that the little tigers were gone, and turned around to see the little tigers surrounding Yingcao.

"Ah, no, Mr. Little Tiger." Five Tigers bent back and pulled off a little tiger holding Yingcao's legs, and held it in his arms. He tried his best to suppress the little tiger's struggle, "No, no, Mr. Little Tiger, you will cause trouble to the lord..."

"It's okay." Yingcao took the little tiger who settled down in her arms, and while being careful not to step on the little tiger, moved to the warming table and sat in.

Seeing an opportunity to take advantage of, the other four cubs who were not being hugged immediately climbed into Yingcao's embrace, crowded to the brim.

The five tigers were a little embarrassed, and bent over, "Then, I will trouble my lord to take care of the little tigers."

"Well, don't worry." Yingcao touched the little tiger crowded on the top floor, and began to cut colored paper with Yaken and the others.

When the knives had almost finished decorating the interior, the candle holders and their Christmas dinners were all ready and ready to be served.

Put away the warming table, Yingcao and Gu Gu moved the long table in the corner to the center of the room, the short knives spread the tablecloth up in an orderly manner, and then moved the items they just made in a very rhythmic manner Put it up as decoration.

The knives scattered throughout Honmaru also gathered for the Christmas party.

The sky outside had completely darkened, the moon was hanging high, and the night was dotted with countless stars, which were especially conspicuous.

"Let me help you." Yingcao just walked out of the busy room when she saw the candle holder walking towards this side with a plate.

Lightly avoiding Yingcao's hand, Candlestick shook his head, "I'll do it myself, you can go back to the room, how is the food? Is it delicious?"

"It's very rich and delicious. Candlestick cut your craftsmanship is really great." Yingcao and Candlestick cut forward side by side.

In fact, she didn't eat much, and most of the food fell into the mouths of those knives.However, just what she ate was delicious enough.

"I didn't do all of this alone, thanks to Xiaozhen and Gexian for helping me, as long as you like it." Candlestick cut said modestly.

As soon as the door was opened, the plate containing the cream pie came towards him, hit Candlestick Cut's face with a 'snap', and then slowly slid down.

Those knives who were still fighting fell silent for a moment, and they looked at Candlestick Cut, whose face was covered by cream with no expression, in horror.

"Candle, candlestick cut?" Because she was a step behind, Yingcao was lucky not to get any cream.

Candlestick Che raised his feet to those who saw him coming, couldn't help but took a step back, watched his knives walking vigilantly, halfway there, turned in a direction, and he put the dish in his hand on the table.

Seeing this, the knives who caused trouble breathed a sigh of relief, and started fighting again, as if nothing had happened.

After there was nothing in his hand, Candlestick Cut took out the handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the cream on his face carefully.

After all the cream on his face was removed, he turned his head and smiled at Yingcao who was standing at the door, "It's great that you were not affected, it's really rude for you to see me in such a mess. By the way, please forgive me for my next behavior."

Candelabra turned his head, pulled out the knife from the scabbard out of nowhere, with a ferocious expression on his face, and his voice dropped to a cold tone.

"You guys, are you ready to be punished! How dare you waste food, it's unforgivable!"

"Wow! Candlestick Cut, where did you get your knives?" The knives fled in fear, with Candlestick Cut chasing after them.

"Eh? That..." Yingcao stepped forward to stop the scene, but Jiro, who smelled like alcohol, grabbed her over.

Jiro hiccupped, blushing all over his face, he put the wine glass to Yingcao's mouth, "Come on, come on, master also drink some wine hahahaha."

The knives who were still performing the chasing scene stopped suddenly, Tsurumaru's eyes widened in horror, he couldn't help but think of the fear of being caught by Hotaru and almost being crushed by Yingcao's chest that day.

"Uuuuuuu..."

Yingcao refused, but the cup followed her like a tracker. Seeing that the wine was about to spill on her clothes, Yingcao had no choice but to drink it down.

The knives who were about to stop: "..."

Seeing that there was no way to recover, the Fusangshen who had experienced Yingcao's drunken performance began to weaken their own existence and quietly moved towards the door.

Walking to the door, he found Candlestick Chee holding a knife and looking at them with a smile.

Fusangshen: ...what should I do?So desperate.

And those Dao who joined later looked incomprehensibly at his colleagues who were ashen-faced in an instant, and just about to ask what was going on, a low, gentle male voice came from behind.

"Where are you all going?"

The knife that cut the candlestick fell to the floor with a 'bata', and he was dumbfounded.

Observing at close range that it is almost the same as a living person who has undergone a major transformation, Jiro, who has undergone wonderful changes, lost his hand and dropped his wine glass on the tatami.

The knives turned their heads suspiciously, and after seeing the owner of the voice, they suddenly lost all words.

The same as Yingcao's usual dress, a tall man in a safari suit was sitting where Yingcao had been sitting just now, and he looked at everyone with a smile.

Hasebe was stunned, "You, who are you?"

They don't have such a knife in this pill!

"Ah? You don't know me when I look like this? It really makes Cao sad." He said this, but there was no sad expression on the man's face.

"... Firefly, Firefly?" Hotaru couldn't believe it.

"...Hahahaha, how is it possible? Our master is a lovely girl... girl..." Xiaohumaru's eyes touched the man's smiling eyes, and the rest of the words could not help but slow down .

"Well, it's normal if you don't believe it, but I am Yingcao."

"This, this really scares me." Tsurumaru felt that he urgently needed to enter the room.

"...But why did the Lord become a man?!" Hasebe was startled and popped out two punctuation marks.

"Because I'm bisexual, that is~" ♂ · Yingcao dragged the end of the voice, "Humans say, androgynous, right?"

"……what?"

This is a dream!Just go to sleep!

The knives rolled their eyes upwards, and they all fainted, as if they couldn't bear such a big blow.

The instigator - Yingcao, blinked innocently, and muttered, "How can you be so bad at psychological pressure? But, counting the time, it should be here..."

He took the dandelion to the window and opened it.

The cold wind blew in, and a crystal clear snowflake floated in leisurely and landed on the tip of Yingcao's nose.

And the little deer man who acts as the elk of Santa Claus comes here on the moon with the snow as the background.

After receiving the beaming little deer man wearing a Christmas hat and being dressed all over, he handed the sack with a big red bow tie from the window, and Yingcao apologized softly to him.

The little deer man standing outside the window looked Yingcao up and down, "Why did you become like this again?"

Yingcao smiled and said nothing.

The little deer man shrugged, "Forget it, pretend I didn't ask, I'll go back first."

"Well, be careful all the way." Yingcao waved to the little deer man and closed the window.

Looking at the knives lying in the mess, he put the sack away, sighed, and rolled up his sleeves, "I still need to clean up in the end."

The next day, early in the morning.

Tonbokiri woke up from the nightmare, and hurried to the lounge regardless of the cold sweat on his face.

The rest room is petite, and at a glance, it can be seen that Yingcao is distributing bowls and chopsticks from the back.

Tonbokiri breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face, it really was a dream.

He took a step forward and shouted, "Master."

The figure turned his head in response, and what was exposed in front of his eyes was the face of the male Yingcao he saw yesterday.

"Huhuhu——" Qinglingqie threw off the quilt abruptly and sat up, panting heavily, still undecided in shock.

He pinched his flesh hard.

It hurts, not a dream.

Dragonfly breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Tonbokiri is your turn today, get up quickly." The voice of the Japanese came from outside the door.

"Yes!"

The author has something to say: whether it is a dream or not, you can guess for yourself 23333

By the way, I forgot to mention yesterday, I forged to Director Ba yesterday (*/ω＼*)

He was the best gift I got for Christmas!

This chapter is really fat, almost [-] words