Heiankyo love story

There is nothing more boring in the world than a banquet among nobles.

Jiang Xue has already experienced this point deeply.

Do you think it was easy for her to pursue Fujihime in the past? For Fujihime, she had to endure all kinds of fancy gatherings of this group of boring and empty nobles, and was often forced to show her talents. Passers-by are all sent to heaven.

It's a pity that there is a saying in this world called "nine out of ten things that don't suit you". If you just "don't like it" and can stop participating in these boring activities, then life is really too easy.

For the sake of Fujiwara, Jiang Xue once again walked into such a place, and had to appease Fujihime—obviously, compared to Jiang Xue who was unwilling to see Fujiwara from the bottom of her heart, Fujiki actually yearned for "" "Father"'s favor, but she is very aware of her weight in Mr. Fujiwara's heart, and she is also very clear how much Mrs. Rinko doesn't want to see her. In order to save some face, she desperately suppressed her father's nature and made no The appearance of caring, however, that contradiction and reluctance have already appeared through her well-matched twelve singles.

Jiang Xue only wore a skirt, and it was not a standard dress. That was because she had no intention of showing off at the family banquet of the Fujiwara family. Anyway, people here are not so clear about Datang's dress system, so she is very confident. As long as she doesn't dress up herself, no one here knows what the real Tang Dynasty dress looks like.

Fujihime's twelve sheets are not outstanding in terms of fabric and color, but, contrary to Jiang Xue's contemptuous attitude, Fujihime has already started preparing for today's banquet more than a month ago, and she tried one in front of the mirror Another piece of clothing, how many times she couldn't put it down when she looked at the brightly colored dress with a smiling face like a flower, but she reluctantly took it off and put it in the box, carefully changing from bright to dignified, from delicate to calm, changing the clothes that are most suitable for her age. All the colors are hidden, and the most inconspicuous match is selected without losing identity and taste!

Fujihime did carefully match the colors of the twelve singles, but her carefulness was used on "how to make herself unobtrusive", because she couldn't dress up too gorgeously, and she definitely couldn't take Fujiwara away at the banquet. Even if Zhangzi has a little brilliance, in front of Zhangzi, she must be like a shadow under the moonlight, quietly setting off Zhangzi's beauty, otherwise, what awaits her will never be praise.

You are clearly yearning, but you have to suppress it; you are obviously beautiful, but you have to hide it.

Obviously longing for love so much, but not even qualified to say it.

This is Fujiwara Fujihime.

Fujihime is a child who is not loved by his father.She had already understood this deeply.

Because of this, and because of this, Fujihime can't make mistakes, and has to maintain the final self-esteem with the most reserved appearance.

Poor, lovely Fujihime...

As if Jiang Xue didn't know that the arrangement of the seats reflected the status, closeness and estrangement, she sat peacefully away from Mrs. Fujiwara Rinko's hands, whispering and meaning to those "Fujiwara family daughters" who had crossed her from time to time. She didn't care about the deep smile, turned her head and blinked quietly at Fujihime, who was hiding her uneasiness, and said in a low voice: "When I get back to the other courtyard, I will play a piece I am particularly proud of for Fujihime, Fujiki Ji will definitely like it."

Fujihime immediately thought of the "nobles" who had seen the courtyard full of demeanor lying on the ground before, and seeing how proud they seemed to have forgotten the embarrassment just now, he couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, as long as it is played by Sister Xue, I will like it very much."

Jiang Xue took Fujiji into her arms, gently stroked her back, pinched her spine lightly, all the way to the back of her neck, inserted her fingers into her hair and pressed gently, watching Fujiji from the beginning The resistance finally relaxed the body comfortably.

Hey, things like twelve sheets look gorgeous, but they are heavy to wear—especially winter clothes, which are almost as heavy as a quilt.It's strange that I don't feel sore all over after wearing it all the time.

Fujiji was touched so comfortably, and when she was about to make a sound, she woke up suddenly, pushed Jiang Xue away in embarrassment, and sat upright again.

"Sister Xue."

"Yes." Jiang Xue said with a smile, "What orders does Fujiji have?"

It's not easy for Fujihime to tell the truth in front of everyone—because the lights are dim, and the place where the two of them are sitting has even worse light, it is difficult for others to know what happened here, so she had to blushed and said angrily: "After a while If you want to talk to Waka, if Sister Xue is not familiar with it, please don't answer it casually."

"Yes, my dear sister Fujihime."

Jiang Xue responded with a smile, and even picked up the juniper fan and handed it to Fujiji to pay off her merits.

That's right, another reason she hates banquets is the waka. The officials in Heianjing are really sick. They can't speak well. They have to pick a few sentences from the ancient and modern waka collections. It seems that they can't reflect their spirit if they don't Noble blood and talent, in fact, there is no need for truly talented people to keep decorating their facades with things from the ancients.And those Japanese songs, compared with Tang poetry, are really quite different in terms of rhyme, confrontation and realm. Jiang Xue does not deny that there are a few Japanese songs that read well and have a good artistic conception, but they are taken out and passed down from generation to generation. As soon as the famous poems were compared, they were immediately turned into scum.

——This is probably similar to the embarrassing thing that these officials in Ping'an capital tried their best to imitate Datang, but the imitation produced twelve orders.

The banquet that Jiang Xue felt bored and didn't want to attend was very popular outside.If the invitation cards for the banquet of the Fujiwara family were sold outside, they might be sold for a sky-high price of a thousand gold pieces. How many people want to have the honor of being able to have a banquet with Mr. Fujiwara with all their wealth? Well, this is a family banquet, and all the dignified members of the Fujiwara family will come back to participate. In other words, in addition to the officials of the Fujiwara family who hold power in the court, there are also daughters of the Fujiwara family who would never show up.

The lineage of the Fujiwara family is full of beauties, and how many nobles wish to see the daughter of the Fujiwara family. Even the Fujiwara family who can be called "Ji Jun" on weekdays will only meet guests behind the curtain. Even if her daughter is not favored like Zhang Zi and Fujihime, it is impossible to meet outside men at will, and such a noble daughter like Zhang Zi, whose life has been planned by Mr. and Mrs. Fujiwara, even her own brothers can only talk to each other through the curtain. When the cypress fan met, Mr. Fujiwara and Lunzi would never allow Zhang Zi's reputation to be stained.

When Zhang Zi was brought out by Mrs. Lunzi, countless beautiful words fell like snowflakes. If these beautiful words can shine, I am afraid that the courtyard of the Fujiwara family can light up the night.

"Look, what a noble Ji Jun that is."

"This smooth and shiny long hair is so beautiful."

"As expected of the daughter of the Fujiwara family, even Nakamiya can't compare to such a noble posture."

"His Highness Zhang Zi has a beauty that is not inferior to Kaguya Ji, and the snow in the sky has lost its color."

"His Highness Zhang Zi's beauty is as beautiful as a fish and a wild goose, and the moon is ashamed to be a flower. If it is in spring, the wisteria will also be eclipsed."

The women covered their faces with juniper fans, conveyed their envy and love with their eyes, and were not stingy with compliments. Those Fujiwara clans who were conceited and talented chanted waka one by one, lest their praises be late and Mrs. Rinko would be displeased. Joy.

The sons of the Fujiwara family who were separated by some distance could only look at the flowers in the fog in this dim light. Looking at the princess with perfect long hair and bright twelve singles surrounded by the crowd, they only felt that the legendary The same is true of Yi Tongji, who immediately felt admiration, and also chanted waka one after another, expressing their admiration one after another.

Jiang Xue got up a little late, seeing that the surrounding area was tightly packed, she was not in a hurry, stretched out her hand to support Fujihime, and walked slowly to the edge of the crowd to act as a qualified foil.

At this time, someone in the crowd used things to satirize others again, using "snow" and "vine" as Zhangzi's stepping stones.Everyone seemed to be unaware that they let out sincere and pure laughter, echoing those praises.

Mrs. Lunzi looked around the crowd with satisfaction, and once again established Zhangzi's unshakable status as the mistress.

Using her sleeves to cover up, Fujiji quietly squeezed Jiang Xue's hand, and whispered in her ear: "Sister Xue, don't worry...it's always been like this..."

Always like this……

For Mrs. Rinko, there is no need for Fujiwara to appear in Fujiwara's house, because that is the favorite flower of Fujihime's biological mother. Since her mother passed away, all the Fujika in the family have been removed.

It's okay, she's used to it, she's already...very clear.

Jiang Xue turned her head to look at Fujiji, and saw that she was energetic, her delicate and sweet face couldn't hide her disappointment, she couldn't help holding Fujiji's cheeks with her hands, bent down, and gently pressed their foreheads together, and then A soft kiss fell on Fujiji's eyebrows, and she also whispered in Fujiji's ear: "There are thousands of purples and reds in the world, but I only love one kind of wisteria."

Fujiji was stunned, her cheeks that were only slightly flushed quickly burned up, she first covered her cheeks with her hands, then hurriedly picked up the juniper fan to block it, and said in a panic, "Sister Xue, why—"

Jiang Xue said with a smile: "Of course His Royal Highness Zhang Zi is very good, like a jewel like a treasure, but Fujiji is also very good, you are the star I watch, the jewel I hold in the palm of my hand, and my sister whose blood is thicker than water." , is my little princess, Princess Rattan."

Fujihime supported the juniper fan with both hands, her whole face blushed.

At this moment, a scream suddenly erupted from the crowd.

"A monster——!"

A terrifying sound came from the center of the crowd, and the Fujiwara family who were desperately squeezing in ran out like crazy, pushing Jiang Xue and Fujiji almost to the ground. what.

The Jijun Akiko who was held in the palms of Mr. Fujiwara and Mrs. Rinko was held hostage by a terrifying monster pretending to be a noble lady, and her face turned pale.

The monster generally still maintains the appearance of that noble lady, but its arm has turned into a mantis-like knife arm, aiming its sharp blade at the crowd, its face distorted, revealing its huge and sharp fangs, grinding against Zhang Zi's tender neck. After grinding, a drop of dark green saliva dripped down, instantly corroding the floor into a big hole.

"Caught... hiss... caught... hiss... hahahahaha... I caught... the daughter of the Fujiwara family..."

The monster that still had a little human shape twisted its body violently, the three-foot-long hair that was covering its head just now was thrown out, the layer of human skin was also torn off by it, and the gorgeous twelve sheets were torn to pieces , sending out bursts of stench.

"It smells so delicious...the daughter of the Fujiwara family..."

Hundreds of ghosts are rampant in Heianjing, and monsters are everywhere.

In the past, because of the protection of Onmyoji, the nobles and ministers were seldom aware of the horror of ghosts. Today, they unexpectedly encountered a monster in human skin at Fujiwara’s house. No one knew what to do. Dao didn't dare to go forward, for fear that if he angered the monster, His Highness Zhang Zi would immediately splatter blood on the spot.

Seeing that the tragedy was about to happen, Mrs. Rinko Fujiwara suddenly stood up.

"Hold on--"

The noble's daughter, the noble's wife, and the noble's mother resisted the fear and uneasiness, and walked to Jiang Xue's side.

"If you just want the daughter of the Fujiwara family, use her for it—!"

Jiang Xue turned her head in astonishment, only seeing Mrs. Fujiwara Rinko's eyes as hard as iron.