The son-in-law with three surnames is Bi Qigu

Maybe when you go back to Neon, you have unknowingly added a lot of weird attributes, and then died socially.

You should have sacrificed for righteousness at that time.

Yuan Laiguang came over and held her in her arms: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

A burst of light sandalwood mixed with refreshing natural body fragrance poured in from his nose, and then his vision was covered by darkness.

"Woooooooooooooooooooo..."

This time it's not just pretending, she's about to suffocate due to lack of oxygen, this woman of Nima lacks a brain, but that's right, what is so-called brainless.

"Ah, ah, what a shy beauty."

Looking at Shiwa-chan's face flushed, it seemed that some misunderstanding had arisen.

Minamoto saw that "she" was still holding the poster on the rice paper, that murderous poem, she took it out of Hachiman's hand without a trace of fireworks, lit it on the ever-burning lamp, and threw it into the burning fire placed on it. In the basin, looking at the ashes in the basin, it seems that a lot has been burned.

"The leisurely graffiti scares you. Speaking of which, what about your mother?" Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess changed the subject with a doting face.

This look made Hachiman feel uncomfortable, if you don't know, you are much more like mother than that dead woman.

Hachiman thought for a while, picked up a brush on the table, and wrote the word "Qing" crookedly on the rice paper.

Minamoto Raimitsu couldn't help but sighed with a smile: "Your mother is also a childish person, and she still competes with that child."

Shi Yuchan nodded fiercely, if it wasn't for that dead woman who ran out to get angry, would they be forced to open?

Minamoto Yorimitsu stood up holding Shiba-chan as if he was holding it high: "Ah, I didn't expect you to look thin and not light, but you are a bit slow in development. Usually, you are not allowed to be picky eaters."

The jade finger of His Highness the Crown Princess tapped his nose lightly... No, I can't stand it anymore, this woman's motherhood is so strong... I want to recognize my mother...

"Look at the time when you enter the palace, you haven't eaten yet, go to the next door, I'll cook for you."

She carefully tidied up a knife of rice paper and brushes and ink, and with a smile on her face, she took Hachiman to the dining table next door with a kitchen.

Hachiman finally understood the reason why Zi Shibu admired the princess so much. From her, he could feel the warmth and sincerity like the sun.

Well, although I like physical contact and the scale is a bit strange, it is easy to feel a little uncomfortable at first sight.

I finally turned on the electric light, and what shocked Hachiman all year long was that the electric light here is still an ancient object with a pull-cord switch. Is this an antique that was produced by Showa or Taisho and has never been replaced.

Although the stove is also an old style that uses gas, it doesn't burn wood after all, so that's all.

Seeing the lovely girl with bean eyebrows wearing a red apron under the dim light, cooking for him with great interest, the young man felt a bit bitter for some reason. The feeling of being imprisoned for more than ten years because of the tragedy she did not commit, and it is obvious to the naked eye that she will continue to be imprisoned like this.

If it was him, he would definitely not have the smile and compassion of the woman in front of him.

This made his conscience, which had been in the Schrödinger state for a long time, feel guilty.

Then, under extreme guilt, he ate three bowls of rice and two bowls of pork sauce soup.

You are more guilty than Kigu Hachiman, what does it have to do with me knowing that she is a sickly and beautiful girl Shiba Shiba-chan?

Minamoto Yorimitsu looked at Shiwa-chan with a big appetite and smiled with satisfaction.

Omg I love this mom.

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Minamoto Yorimitsu's slightly long and narrow eyes curved into a bright moon, looking at Shiwa-chan who was eating silently but not at all polite in front of him, he felt a long-lost joy in his heart.

Thinking that this child was unable to speak since she was a child, she must be very lonely, and couldn't help but feel pity for her for a while, and couldn't help but hold her in her arms.

Then Hachiman, who was holding the chopsticks, saw His Royal Highness's eyes were red: "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow? Son, mom...ah, I will teach Xiangzi a lesson."

Did you change your name to something strange just now?

The mouthless Shi Yu-chan nodded with a slightly dull look, and made His Royal Highness hold her and scream, Shi Yu-chan is really too cute.

Huh, stupid woman.

After dinner, Minamoto Larimitsu suddenly realized that there was nothing entertaining here, so he felt pity: "I'm sorry, Shiwa-chan, there is no TV here, by the way, what is the most popular play outside now? , before I entered the palace, I liked chasing "The Story of Ashin", but it's a pity that I came in before the ending was played."

Mom, come out and see the M78 stars.

Hachiman stood up, stood silently in front of Minamoto Raimiko, reached out and touched her soft hair.

"Ah, ah, are you comforting me? He is a good boy from Assas." Minamoto Raimiko gently tapped the tip of his nose with his slender fingers, and said with a smile.

Why are you scolding people?

Minamoto stood up with a smile, and subconsciously wanted to hold "Shiba-chan"'s hand, but Hachiman gently avoided it, just holding his wrist, His Royal Highness was a little puzzled, and saw Shiwa-chan writing on the paper. Author: Shaking hands is too embarrassing.

Let Minamoto Laiguang hug her again and scream.

A girl should be like Shi Yuchan!

Hachiman breathed a sigh of relief, and at least got away with it.

Minamoto Raimiko took the rice paper and led him away from the dining room, and went to the bedroom next to it, which was large but lonely, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was a wild mountain forest.

It's just that in the bedroom, there are many toys that seem to be used by children. Although they look brand new, they are all toys of unknown age, such as rattles played by children, wooden tops, and hard toys for ducks and dogs. Paper ornaments.

Yawata pointed to those toys, Minamoto Laiguang said with a smile: "These are handmade toys in my spare time, just right, can you tell me what toys children like to play with now, I can try to make them .”

The young man thought about it, children nowadays like to eat chicken, glue and paper figures, I can't let you make a smart phone out of your hands.

Which decent kid still plays with you now.

But thinking about it, the person in front of him would really cry for him, so after thinking about it, he drew a sword on the rice paper with his clumsy drawing skills.

"Is this a sword? I have a lot of swords, but how can this strangely shaped sword defeat the enemy, and what does the 'hey', 'hey', 'hey' written next to it mean."

Then Hachiman wrote on the paper: This is called the Heisei Heihe sword. Children now like fencing. This is their most popular toy.

Toei was almost moved to tears.

"Ah, ah, I didn't expect that the folk martial arts are so abundant now, very good, really energetic."

There seems to be nothing wrong.

Immediately afterwards, at Minamoto's request, Hachiman taught many ways of communication between young people today.

"'Sleep you are paralyzed and wake up' means good boy, do you want to get up?" His Royal Highness the Crown Princess was suddenly elegant and easy-going.

Then, she said to Shiwa-chan next to her: "Are you teaching me how to do things?...Well, this is a bit hard to say."

Hachiman almost twisted his mouth, and finally endured it, almost hurting himself internally.

"No, no, it's not true that someone can't even have a girlfriend?"

"Is this the dead house? Just this? Just this? Just this? Just this?!"

Minamoto Raimitsu was excited because he had learned the knowledge of when (Y) down (Y) flow (G) and line (Q), while Hachiman was also very excited to be able to teach the future queen.

"Shiba-chan, NMSL."

Minamoto Raimitsu said with a smile, Shiwa-chan, please give my best regards to your mother.

"Ah, ah, Shiwa-chan, why are you crying?"

With trembling hands, Hachiman wrote on the rice paper: These are tears of emotion, Your Highness Raikou.

The old lady Zi sneezed, and then liked it.

As the night deepened, the girl from Zishibu still didn't come back, but the relationship between "Shiwa-chan" and Minamoto Raimitsu became more and more familiar.

After hesitating for a moment, Hachiman wrote on the rice paper that was running out: "His Royal Highness, do you want to have a baby?"

Wearing women's clothing means being able to do whatever you want.

Minamoto Raiko has maternal compassion in his eyes: "Yes, I have liked children very much since before, and I thought I could have my own children, but now that person has become like that, I think this wish can no longer be realized. It's just a fantasy in the solitude here."

Ah, this......

Immediately afterwards, she pulled out many different styles of kimono clothes from the cabinet, both for boys and girls.

"Look, this is the furisode and dolls prepared for Doll's Day. This is the yukata worn by boys. Look at this one. It is a copy of the sailor uniform of the discipline committee member when I was in high school. This one... ..."

Minamoto Raimitsu introduced to Yawata one by one the costumes she had prepared for her imaginary children over the years, from the kindergarten chick festival to the elementary school entrance ceremony to the high school coming-of-age ceremony.

"By the way, how old is Shiwa-chan?"

Hachiman wrote on the rice paper: Shiwa-chan is this year.

"That's just right. I'll measure you and prepare a set of twelve orders for you when you enroll in college."

Immediately afterwards, Minamoto Raimitsu took a soft ruler and fiddled with Shiwa-chan's body.

"Your development is really slow. When I go back tomorrow, I will write you a prescription. After eating, you will be like me."

Like you, you don't have to, but you can take it back and give it to someone to try.

"But your ass is nice and strong."

Hachiman twitched his lips, how could he have the illusion of being played by a female hooligan.

But can female hooligans and female hooligans be generalized?This female hooligan is the princess!

However, when Minamoto Raimitsu was about to touch a sensitive position by accident, Hachiman stepped back vigilantly.

"Ah, I'm so shy." His Royal Highness didn't care, and recorded the measured data on the rice paper, and then pulled Hachiman's wrist.

"Okay, let's go clean up, let's chat later tonight."

Her Royal Highness held Shiwa-chan's hand and said with a smile.

Chapter No.17 You Are Dead

Minamoto Raimiko took Hachiman's wrist and said he was going to cleanse himself, but he was not taken to the bathroom or anything, which made him tense (shi) tense (wang) for a while.

Her Royal Highness took Shi Yujiang and left Qiu Chan's courtyard, but not far away, more than ten meters away from the corridor, I saw a naturally formed shallow stream, in which there was a small reservoir, narrator There is a wooden barrel.

Seeing Shiwa-chan's puzzled look, His Royal Highness Laiguang explained with a smile: "I'm used to using this stream to calm down after worshiping the Buddha every day."

Calm down after worshiping the Buddha?

Hachiman savored it carefully, and always felt that the words were not right.

But to Hachiman's pity (?), Minamoto Yorimitsu did not take off his clothes, but half-kneeled on the ground full of cobblestones, with his back to the young man, and directly filled the wooden bucket with cool stream water Drenched all over.

Under the reflection of the night, the stream gradually wets the black hair, just like the black feathers of a crow that can reflect the luster. Neon people like to use the word "wet crow" to describe the beautiful black hair. Gradually wet His Highness's white plain robe through the hair, although the plain robe is not so thin that it can reveal the color of the skin, but the wet fabric begins to stick to the skin tightly, and the white cloth slowly shapes the beautiful curve of the buttocks .

Shi Yu-chan savored carefully, savoring carefully, and found that she wanted to be satisfied to see such a scene. Beauty is eye-catching, and sometimes just eye-catching is enough, and going further will destroy the beauty of the moment.

He smiled and cursed secretly, this is so damn arty.

"Well, Shiwa-chan, can you go to the porch and get me the black cloth bag, now I can't open my eyes."

Seeing that Shiwa-chan had lost her voice, Minamoto Raimiko said that soon, she heard the sound of footsteps gradually moving away.

Hachiman did see a black and slender bundle on the hook on the wooden post in the corridor. He took it off without looking into what was inside, and walked over to pass the black bundle over. to the delicate clavicle.

"Thank you, Shiwa-chan."

Minamoto Raimitsu took the black burden from Hachiman's hand, but at this moment, the Crown Princess' hand touched his palm.

Oops? !

In an instant, the upside-down zipper was like a starting engine, revealing the black and red mandala-patterned... scabbard from the inside of the bag.

A gust of strong wind blew by, and Hachiman had swished back with continuous small jumps, and the pebbles on the ground pressed against each other on the sand and screamed.

The wet princess stood awe-inspiring, holding the red handle, and slowly pulled out a sharp blade from the scabbard under the moonlight. The exquisite and uncomplicated cloud pattern was like a streamer of light, exuding a bloody breath .

"The boy cuts An Gang."

Minamoto Raimiko held the knife and said indifferently, her eyes gradually became indifferent, like two people with the pity just now, she said coldly in a charming voice.

"You really aren't Koko's daughter, Shiwa-chan... who the hell are you?"

Seeing that the disguise was seen through, the young man couldn't help laughing: "Sure enough, you shouldn't have touched the calluses on the palm of your hand."

Perhaps when he was about to hold his hand for the first time, Hachiman avoided him, and Minamoto Raimitsu had already become suspicious, until when he took over the black bag just now, because he relaxed his vigilance (it was too big), she touched it Calluses on youth hands.

Those who have such calluses are either craftsmen who have been doing rough work for many years, and the calluses are wiped off together with their fingerprints, or they are... people who have forged weapons for a long time, because Minamoto Raimiko himself is like this.

And no matter which one it is, it cannot be the daughter of Murasaki Shikibu.

"More than that, I found your skeleton when I measured it just now, it shouldn't be a woman's skeleton." Yuan Laiguang shook her head, she is not someone who will doubt others at will.

"Oh, so it's this one." I didn't expect the Crown Princess to have such abilities. I thought that no matter how good her martial arts skills were, she would still be a boudoir.

"Questions and answers are useless, the thief will die!"

Thinking of the love and affection for "Shiba-chan" and the physical contact just now, Minamoto Raimiko felt a little sullen and ashamed.