Chapter 262 262. You can’t do it even at Fushimi Inari Taisha Shrine
He was led towards the back mountain by a special person and entered a mountain stream passage that was forbidden to tourists. The number of bodyguards increased, and four people surrounded him like horns.
Minamoto no Laiguang's expression remained unchanged as he walked.
Secretly record the routes you passed through.
The altitude of Ruilong Mountain is not low, and the air gets colder as you go up. Even through the gaps in the mountain forest, Minamoto Yoriguang can see the endless sea of billowing clouds when he raises his head.
It's early winter now, the hot air exhaled from the mouth is like mist, and the hair is fluttering in the cool breeze.
The further he walked, the more confused he became, and the more turns he took. He frowned and almost lost track of the route. But after passing a small path, a pear forest suddenly appeared in front of him.
In the center of the pear forest is a three-story Japanese style room.
Before entering the Japanese room, two bodyguards in black suits searched him almost from head to toe, and even his mobile phone was taken away.
Minamoto Noraimitsu's expression became increasingly grim.
But he made no move to resist for the time being.
It was not until the search was completed that a bodyguard in a black suit took off his shoes, led him through the corridor with wooden floors, opened the wooden door and lowered his head to signal.
"Such a quiet place is better than the courtyard of Fushimi Inari Taisha Shrine. It is very suitable for doing business."
Minamoto Yorimitsu looked at Mizusawa Natsuye, who was dangling her feet in the open-air hot spring on the floor of the corridor connected to the backyard not far away, and made splashes of water, and said.
It was almost the same as the last time we met at Fushimi Inari Taisha Shrine. It was a secluded courtyard, and there was an open-air hot spring in the courtyard. The courtyard was filled with water vapor, and there were pear trees around to block the cold mountain wind.
The only difference from last time is that this time Mizusawa wore more clothes this summer. She changed into a white red bird kimono, with only a pair of delicate little feet exposed, hanging on the edge of the corridor and sometimes passing by the hot spring.
"Are you doing serious business?" Mizusawa Natsuye leaned on the vermilion pillar, holding something like a tablet in his hand and scratching around. The white red bird kimono was not neatly worn, and there were deep white ravines looming.
After saying these words, after almost seven or eight seconds, she seemed to have finished processing the matter, so she put the tablet aside and waved to him.
There was a coffee table beside her, and there was no stove to steam the tea, but she turned over the inverted cups that had been prepared on the table and slowly poured two cups of tea.
Mizusawa Natsuye gestured for him to come over and sit down with a smile, and then put the cup in front of him. Minamoto Yorimitsu looked down calmly and found that the tea was black with red inside, and he didn't know what kind of black tea it was.
Minamoto Lai remained calm and took off his socks as he thought of himself: "Can serious things be called business?"
"Poor talk." Mizusawa Natsuye's beautiful eyes kept flashing with strange colors, but she didn't stop him from taking off his socks. Instead, she lowered her head to help him: "But I like it."
"So Miss Mizusawa called me here specifically to taste tea? I don't have the leisure today."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu didn't stop her. Instead, after taking off his clothes, he also put his feet into the hot spring. He was instantly enveloped in a scorching heat, but it was not to the point of being burned.
He commented: "The water temperature is just right."
Mizusawa Natsuye was still smiling, and didn't seem to have any objection to his casual appearance. Instead, he continued to ask: "What? Did it disturb you and your girlfriends' interest in visiting the temple? Can't you accompany me?"
"I have no obligation to accompany you," Minamoto Yorimitsu said.
"I see, I understand. Accompanying those children is just for fun, but when it comes to me, it becomes a companionship."
Mizusawa Xiaye sighed, her charming face was full of sadness, and she said regretfully: "It's really sad."
As she spoke, she moved closer, straightening her back against the vermilion pillar, getting closer to Minamoto Noraimitsu's body. Finally, she pulled her collar as if she was very hot, and lightly fanned him with her hands.
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To be honest, although I don’t know how she defeated her three husbands, nor how many rumors there are about her, based on this visual and olfactory experience, she is indeed worthy of the name of a great master.
Even leaning on his shoulder in the end, Minamoto no Yorimitsu not only did not refuse, but seemed to be pulled by an invisible magic power. He wrapped his hands around his waist in a familiar way and pinched the warmth under his waist.
"Ms. Mizusawa, just tell me what you have to say. There is no need to be upset here. If it is a physical need, I can help you, but you still have to talk about your psychological difficulties so that I can talk to you from the bottom of your heart."
Minamoto no Yori glanced sideways, as if he was not the one who made such an intimate gesture. Adhering to his usual principle of lying on the chair and eating the shells, he spoke in a slightly meaningful tone while squeezing her waist.
"Impatient little man." Mizusawa Xiaye suddenly blushed, angrily swatted away his rising hand, and then smiled again and said: "Are you angry?"
Minamoto no Yorimitsu retracted his palm, and by the way, he wandered in the hot spring in front of him twice as a way to wash his hands. He picked it up and shook the water droplets on his hand and said with a smile:
"Anyone who goes to a temple with friends to pray for blessings during the New Year and is suddenly threatened with having his personal freedom taken away from him will probably not think that this is such a wonderful thing."
When Mizusawa Natsuye saw his movements, her foreheads on both sides twitched slightly, and she secretly cursed Minamoto Yoriguang for rinsing her mouth after eating meat. She really smashed the pot after eating.
She said with a smile, "I'm not happy when you say that. When you were protecting the child just now, you didn't even give me any face."
Minamoto Yorimitsu was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then said very against his will: "She is just a child."
"What a big kid." Mizusawa Xiaye covered her mouth in surprise and said with a slightly exaggerated expression.
Then she sighed again and said:
"It's not that I'm wasting my time, it's just that I haven't seen you for several days. After all, I usually don't have anyone to talk to, so I can only be greedy and pull you out of the pile of children to occupy you for a while."
Minamoto Yorimitsu narrowed his eyes, turned his face and asked with a smile: "Is it now this time?"
"At this time? When?"
Mizusawa Natsuye looked confused, as if she didn't know anything and didn't understand what he meant by what he said.
She has perfect control over her language and emotions.
At least in terms of pretending to be stupid, it was like a slippery loach that was impossible to catch. Minamoto no Yorimitsu didn't expect that he could influence her with his words.
There is no point in going around in hypocritical circles.
He still chose the familiar route of going straight to Huanglong.
"Miss Shengzi's father passed away just now. Why are you calling me here at this time?"
"Has Uncle Kamiya passed away? How could it happen so soon! I went to see Uncle Kamiya a while ago. Although his health is not as good as before, I didn't expect to die so soon."
When the conversation started, it was still a familiar disguise.
Mizusawa Natsuye's feet that had been dangling in the hot spring stopped moving. She was immersed in the hot spring with hazy mist, surprise and surprise flashed across her charming face.
Minamoto Yorimitsu just watched her performance quietly.
When the time was almost up, Mizusawa Xiaye calmed down the surprise on her face, pursed her reddish lips and turned her head away, saying with a slightly sentimental expression:
"I remember when I was young, my father and Uncle Kamiya often took me and Shengzi out to play. On the golf course, they liked to ask us to compete in picking up balls. Whoever picked up more balls would be rewarded. It was many years ago."
Her voice was filled with emotion, as if the two families had been friends for generations, and they were really mourning the father of Seiko Kamiya, but the smile on her lips could not be removed.
She seemed to feel that pretending was a bit tired, or that there was no point in pretending. She finally turned her head, smiled and looked at Minamoto Yoriguang, and said with a smile: "But, what does this have to do with you?"
"I'm also wondering what this has to do with me."
As the conversation got to the point, Yorimitsu Minamoto no longer pretended, and after pondering for a moment, he asked doubtfully:
"Miss Shengzi told me before that her father has an illegitimate son outside. He may come back to make trouble when the head of the Kamiya family dies, but even if he comes to make trouble, it seems that it has nothing to do with me."
"So what's the use of trapping me here now? Are you also involved? I am not a family that has accumulated countless years of experience compared to you. I am still an ordinary person."
"Therefore, I don't understand the meaning of Miss Mizusawa trapping me here? Are you afraid that I will help Miss Shengzi? Do I have the strength? Or will she let me get involved? Are you people the most concerned about face?
Well, it’s not my turn to talk about this kind of thing, right?”
He just received a message from Kamiya Seiko, which simply stated that her father had passed away. The other party did not say anything else, such as needing his help.
According to Mizusawa Natsuye's current posture, the Kamiya family is probably in chaos now. If the leader of a big family falls, it will inevitably attract people who want to share the food.
Minamoto Yorimitsu could understand this, but he had no intention of helping. Firstly, Seiko Kamiya did not come to him, and secondly, he did not have enough ability or reason to get involved in the other party's family misfortune.
Regardless of face or interests, he is just a bystander and cannot and will not interfere.
But now it is obvious that Mizusawa Natsuye believes that he is an out-and-out Kamiya party member, and is also worried that he will help the Holy Son of Kamiya, so he deliberately lures him here to trap his personal freedom.
The power controlled by Minamoto Yorimitsu is actually not very big in front of them, and it cannot be called a decisive factor. It can only be said to be quite influential.
But for this group of consortiums or wealthy families, they have no lower limit and are selfish, especially when it comes to interests. Of course, the more stable they are, the better.
But even Minamoto Yorimitsu didn't take himself too seriously. From a purely standpoint point of view, he was of course leaning towards him, so he naturally sneered inwardly at Mizusawa Natsuye's very safe style.
"Your analysis is so right." Mizusawa Xiaye smiled and clapped, but soon she said in a calm voice: "But you are an unstable factor after all."
After a pause, she explained:
"Instability represents risk, and avoiding risks is the first lesson I was taught by my elders in my life."
"What happened in the Holy Son's family is quite interesting. A cowardly illegitimate son was coerced by a woman from a humble background to ask for the family property. Although it is impossible to eat the whole piece, it would be embarrassing enough to tear off a piece of meat."
After saying this, she seemed to find it interesting, and swayed her thin feet immersed in the hot spring a few more times. Crystal water splashed up, and a lot of it fell on her clothes.
"These things have nothing to do with me." Minamoto Yorimitsu put his hand into the hot spring and played with the water waves with his fingers, as if shaking the last trace of face: "I don't like to be coerced."
His voice was kept low, and he still looked at the water with a calm expression, but the threat in his tone emerged spontaneously, and was even filled with a sense of coldness.
Mizusawa Natsuye's shaking movements slowed down a little, and her face gradually calmed down, but she seemed not to care about Minamoto Noraimitsu's attitude. She calmly picked up the teacup on the coffee table next to her and took a sip of tea, saying in a slightly soft voice:
"I don't have a coercion specialist anymore. I just want to drink tea with you and sit here and have a heart-to-heart talk."
Minamoto Yorimitsu looked at her deeply and repeated: "I said I won't get involved, and I don't know anything deeper. I have no right to interfere in her family affairs."
"Well, okay, what else?"
Mizusawa Xiaye smiled and held her chin.
The two looked at each other in mid-air.
They were sitting very close to each other, and because their bodies were already next to each other, the look at each other could even be called very ambiguous, as if bacteria would be exchanged in the next second.
"I'm going back." Minamoto norimitsu said with a smile.
"I'm just sitting for a while, and I'm not leaving you alone. Can't you stay a little longer with me as my company?"
Mizusawa Natsuye took his hand, her originally affectionate eyes had turned gloomy, and her reddish lips curled up, as if she was giving him the final advice.
"Probably not." Minamoto Yorimitsu replied.
"Then you'll have to stay by yourself."
"In this case, I can only apologize." Minamoto Yorimitsu suddenly smiled, looked at her and said, "Ms. Mizusawa, I have a gun in my hand, and it is pointed at you now."
Mizusawa Natsuye glanced at him in surprise.
Follow Minamoto Noraimitsu's body downwards.
I saw that he was already standing in the water, and his right hand was hanging down by his side.
She said with a sneer on her face: "Which gun?"
"You'll know after you touch it and see."
Mizusawa Natsuye rolled her eyes at him. This look was extremely charming, and she felt that he had given in.
I still want to take advantage of myself.
With this thought in mind, she simultaneously dipped her delicate right hand into the water and said with a smile: "You can tell me, my boss."
But as soon as she put her hand into the water, her expression suddenly changed, and she stopped talking before she finished speaking. Her body felt as if an electric current was passing through her, and she froze on the spot.
Then she let go of the hard object under the water.
The originally calm water surface rippled with the exposure of a black gun barrel, and finally he felt that the gun was pressed against his head.
"Say, why don't you say anything?"
Minamoto Yorimitsu asked indifferently, then moved his face closer, and whispered in her ear as her body was shaking slightly: "You just want to scare me by calling a few bodyguards. Can you do it, Mizusawa Natsuye? You can't do it at Inari Taisha Shrine either."
ah."
Listening to these humiliating words, Mizusawa Xiaye's chest rose and fell violently, her charming and delicate face quickly turned red, and her lips even tightened in anger.
When had she been held to a gun?
And after soaking in the hot springs, coupled with the psychology called fear, Mizusawa Xiaye felt that the muzzle of the gun fixed on his forehead became increasingly hot.
The heart in the chest gradually accelerates.
The black muzzle of the gun was pressed against his head. It was not as cold as imagined, but the fear was real.
Although she was angry now, she was not stupid enough to speak provocatively. She just calmed down quickly and stared coldly at Minamoto no Yorimitsu with her peach blossom eyes.
The latter seems not to care about the consequences.
Instead, he looked at the prompt that appeared in front of him.
[Mizusawa Natsuya’s dislike level has seriously increased! 】
[The irritability has been reversed into a reward!]