Under the watchful eyes of all the monsters, Fujiwara Izaya took Kawashima Miki and Kasahara Fuka-Eri into the heart of the Hida Mountains and landed in front of the mountain gate of Miyagi.
"The palace of the mountain god is itself a large shrine, built on Mount Gosan in the Hida Mountains. The mountain is covered with lush cedar trees, hinoki cypress, red pine, and cypress trees. As a gondola, any activities here
No trees are allowed to be cut down, and all unclean things are not allowed to enter the mountains. In addition, the form of faith taught here is also the oldest."
After walking through the door, Fujiwara Izaya introduced his home to the two women.
The Yushan mentioned here refers to the mountain where the mountain god lives.
After passing through a country road, the road turned into stone steps, and the shrine gate similar to an archway came into view.
"Lord Mountain God——"
The two guards guarding the door took a few steps back, high-fived and clasped their hands together in a respectful salute.
"These two are ladies, remember." Fujiwara Izaya ordered, and then immediately ran away with a smile. Behind him, Kasahara Fuka-Eri kicked the air and stared at his back with reluctance.
The guards behind them watched them leave.
The young mountain god is confident and awe-inspiring, but has a gentle and easy-going personality. He is the master recognized by everyone; and the two ladies have snow-skinned skin and bright eyes, and are as beautiful as jade carvings when walking in the sun. Does anyone think it is inappropriate?
The only problem is...
"Oh, it seems that the mountain god will become a strict wife and watch over his wife like the old mountain god..."
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After passing through the gate, there is a pebbled pilgrimage path.
The mountain road is winding and steep. There are strings on the branches and leaves on the left and right sides. A piece of white paper and a lantern are tied to the string at intervals. Whenever the wind blows, the paper and lanterns will flutter slightly.
Swaying. The tree roots exposed on the ground under the pines and cypresses are covered with bright green moss, as green as seaweed that has been soaked by the rain.
Kawashima Miji walked lightly, looking at this strange world as she walked.
Under almost every tree, there are translucent jellyfish-like elves floating in the air.
These are the initial forms of original monsters. They absorb the sunlight and water vapor from heaven and earth in the form of elves. It will take them twenty or thirty years to acquire intelligence and become real monsters.
"These are my future people," Fujiwara Izaya said with a smile.
My people... Kawashima Meiji felt a little moved and couldn't help but stretch out her fingers.
For a moment, with the cool breeze blowing from the forest, countless elves floated over, undulating and dancing around her. An almost physical butterfly elf boldly landed on her fingertips and flapped.
Transparent wings.
Crystal clear wings and flawless white fingertips.
Fujiwara Izaya's hands were a little itchy.
I don't want to hold her hand, but I want to capture this moment.
"Fuka-Eri," Fujiwara Izaya turned back with a smile, "These are your people too, why don't you put down your arrogance and communicate with them?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri, who was watching casually, turned around and saw his bright smile.
She thought this man was really strange.
She looks extremely sincere and refreshing, possessing both the warmth of the sun and the tenacity of the earth, but why does she always like to label her on her own initiative... Like just now, she just asked her subordinates to call her Madam without even asking her opinion.
Yeah, so annoying...
Kasahara Fuka-Eri also stretched out her hand and let the elf stay on her fingertips.
Summer wind, sunshine, dancing elves, green leaves... make this place feel like a fairyland.
Her long orange hair hanging down one side of her face was ruby in color and seemed to be about to burst into flames.
"Can I kiss you, Sister Fuka-Eri?" Fujiwara Izaya was a little fascinated.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri took back her hand and walked forward without looking back.
Kawashima Miji's nails dug into the dog's waist without hesitation.
"Ah——" Fujiwara Izaya put his hands on his waist and begged for mercy.
Continue walking up the shrine, covered by greenery, and scattered with small stone Buddhas and small tengu statues. Because there are no summer festivals, the stone statues are covered with moss, and they look very heavy with the passage of time.
"Isn't there anyone maintaining it?" Kawashima Meiji asked.
"Every few years, people will come in and repair it." Fujiwara Izaya replied.
"Ordinary people?"
"Yes, some ordinary people are allowed in here every year." Looking at the summer sunshine shining on the lawn, Fujiwara Izaya explained to them in a clear tone with a smile on his face, "Of course, ordinary people are not allowed to enter the mountain.
Yes, only those who are very devout and worshipers are allowed to enter the mountain. The selection is very strict. If people with evil intentions enter the mountain, they will feel a mysterious feeling, as if they were struck by lightning."
"Why do you want ordinary people to come in?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri asked.
"In the Hida Mountains, there is such a legend. Deep in the vast mountains, there lives a chubby Mr. Totoro. On a clear night, he will play the flute in the tree with his little chinchilla; when it rains, he will play the flute on the tree.
Wearing a lotus leaf hat, waiting for the big cat bus at the bus stop in the countryside."
Hearing what he said, Kasahara Fuka-Eri pictured Mr. Totoro's appearance in her mind.
It must have a fat pie face, small eyes, and a wide belly as soft as cotton. Playful children can jump up and down on it, and when they are tired of playing, they can lie on it and sleep."
"Mr. Totoro has a gentle temper and is steady and down-to-earth. He will lend a helping hand to ordinary people when they are in trouble. In addition, there are lovely elves in the forest. Only kind people can meet them. Anyone who can see the elves will be rewarded by the mountain god.
With the protection, you won’t get lost in the mountains.”
"Is such a thing really possible?" Kawashima Meiji asked in a soft voice.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's expression was obviously filled with a desire to explore.
"Of course it's true!"
To prove his words, Fujiwara Izaya gave an example.
"When my father was still a human, he was chased by monsters into the Hida Mountains. It was because of the mountain god's helping hand that he was able to escape smoothly. And because he also received the mountain god's inheritance, he later became the new mountain god."
After listening, Kasahara Fuka-Eri smiled slightly and said in a longing tone: "Your father is an extremely gentle person. I think only such a person can take over the inheritance of the mountain god."
"No, you are wrong." Fujiwara Izaya directly broke the filter she put on his future father-in-law, "He got the inheritance of the mountain god because he dated the daughter of the mountain god."
"..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri's eyes twitched.
"Hahaha..." Kawashima Miji laughed so hard that she couldn't stand upright.
After being stunned for a long time, Kasahara Fuka-Eri sighed deeply and murmured: "Sure enough, like father, like son..."
"Okay, let's go up the mountain." Fujiwara Izaya took them and continued walking up the mountain.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri raised her head and glanced at the uppermost bedroom.
On the top of the towering mountain stands a majestic hall, its vermilion paint shining in the sun.
Dense leaves swayed in the wind, the vast wilderness was shimmering in the distance, and nearby were fallen weeds and wildflowers.
This is a mysterious world that is so bright that there is no shadow, and she can't help but feel excited.
Fujiwara Izaya, who was walking in front, was full of vitality from head to toe, and the lines on his neck and shoulders were also shining, as bright as the leaves under the sunlight. Kasahara Fuka-Eri suddenly thought of one night, her mother and herself
When talking, he talked about his evaluation: Pride must be relaxed, clear, and a bright temperament that is clearly visible to the naked eye. In the vast world, he is the only one who has seen it.
Walking up the mountain road, I met many maids along the way.
They are all young and beautiful monsters. Some are wearing traditional kimonos, some are suits and skirts, and some are even wearing Western-style maid outfits. They all seem to be female on the mountain, and there is not a single male in sight.
Damn it, why are there so many women in your house? Kawashima Mei cursed in her mind as she walked.
After walking up for five or six minutes, we came to a small shrine.
It is a very small shrine. The worship hall with a simple cypress bark roof is hidden among the cedar trees. It makes people think that this is a place to comfort wandering souls. There are several tall and thin red pine trees behind the worship hall, which is reminiscent of the shrine.
A young warrior with a red sheath sword from ancient times.
"Climbers must pay homage here and receive the amulet before going up the mountain."
Fujiwara Izaya acted as a guide, explained to them, and performed the ritual of the zodiac. The ritual of primordial is a ritual to remove impurities, which requires washing the hands and face, and the blessing of the priest.
The priest's blessing refers to reciting a prayer.
As the master, Fujiwara Izaya changed this into a hug without authorization.
After all, he is the mountain god, and it is he who has the final say on how the exorcism ceremony will be carried out.
"Come here, madam, give me a hug."
Before Kawashima Miji could protest, she was hugged tightly.
She is at the age when a woman is most beautiful. She seems to have a mature style, but also contains a youthfulness that can only be seen by her sweetheart.
"Welcome home." Fujiwara Izaya said, playfully reaching out and pulling off the ponytail hair tie from the back of her head.
That gorgeous black hair instantly poured down like a waterfall, and its noble and rich fragrance floated like a black rose blooming.
"Yeah, don't be ridiculous." Kawashima Miji reached out to take back the hair tie, and tapped it when he reached out, and then re-tied the ponytail while complaining: "I hate it! You are a mountain god, and you are about to get married, why are you still so frivolous!
"
"Who are you marrying?" Fujiwara Izaya asked funnyly.
Knowing that he was teasing her, Kawashima Miji didn't bother to pay attention to him.
Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to look at Kasahara Fuka-Eri: "How about you and Fuka-Eri?"
"Get lost!" Kasahara Fuka-Eri answered clearly and without any emotion.
"It's okay if you don't agree. Why are you scolding people?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at Kawashima Meiji with grievance.
Kawashima Miji raised her hands, combing her hair, and looked at him with a proud look that said, "You must be deflated."
Fujiwara Izaya stretched out his hand.
She stepped back with a smile and said happily: "Don't touch me anymore, who knows you?"
She tied her hair up in a hurry, but tied it up very loosely, and because the slightly messy style conflicted with her dignified and soft face, she looked like a tired and lazy beauty who had just been satisfied.
Especially her bright eyes, which are as attractive as having endless friendship.
All in all, it’s high-end beauty!
After helping Ms. Meiji finish the ritual, it's time to go to Sister Fuka-Eri.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri didn't know if she saw through his little trick, she lowered her eyebrows and still let him wrap her arms around her.
The body of this female police officer was fair and elastic, exuding the fragrance of maple leaves. When Fujiwara Izaya held her, he felt the incredible warmth in his fingers, like flaming lava that was not hot to the touch.
"Are you okay..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri asked in his ear.
"Wait a little longer." Fujiwara Izaya didn't want to let go so quickly, so he still held on to her.
She was really tall. After wearing high heels, she was even a little taller than Fujiwara Izaya. When she was being held, she was obviously a little nervous and uncomfortable, but her expression was still calm and composed. She clenched her fists because of shyness.
, and it adds to her the unique and lovely will of a woman to resist and welcome.
"Three minutes!" Kasahara Fuka-Eri pushed him.
...This was the first time she experienced the feeling of being held tightly by a member of the opposite sex, feeling the slight smell of sweat from his thick chest under the summer sun, while exchanging her own charming fragrance. This feeling was very powerful.
It was so tempting that she almost felt dizzy.
Xia Feng lifted her hair, revealing her red little ears.
Although she was shy, she still maintained a noble and reserved image, showing off a distinctive style that she had never seen before.
For Sister Fuka-Eri like this, Fujiwara Izaya had to sigh - beauty is governed by some mysterious laws, and only women can have various ways to express their own beauty.
"Oh, that's rare..." Kawashima Miki came over and teased her meaningfully, "Officer Fuka Eri, turns out to be a woman who looks heroic on the outside but is as timid as a mouse on the inside."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri immediately stepped on Fujiwara Izaya hard.
"Oh-"
"She laughed at you, why are you taking it out on me..."
Fujiwara reluctantly let go.
If he didn't have something serious to do tonight, he would definitely not let go.
After the zodiac ritual is completed, you can see the mountain pass when you go out from the back door of the shrine.
On both sides of the path, clusters of mountain lilies swayed in the wind, blooming all over the mountains and plains.
On the slopes of the southern part of the mountain, there stand many small and exquisite houses. Thatch taller than a person completely covers the road in the mountain forest. The sound of thatch and thatch branches rubbing against each other sounds like the mountain itself is gently moving.
The ground roared.
"It rained a few days ago and the mountain path is very slippery. You should pay attention to your steps." Fujiwara Izaya reminded them while waving the branches he picked up on the grass on both sides.
"What are you doing?" Kawashima Meiji asked in confusion.
"Keep the snake away."
"...You are a mountain god!" Kawashima Miji seemed to be choked by his childish look.
"You're kidding." Fujiwara Izaya laughed, turned around and said to the two of them, "As a man, I am always interested in things like sticks. When I see them, my hands itch and I want to pick them up and play with them. There are so many
normal."
"...boring!" Kawashima Miji rolled her eyes at him as if she couldn't bear it.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri suddenly remembered that he also went like this when he was repairing the back hill of the ancient temple. At that time, he also chose a branch for her and said that he wanted to compete with her in swordsmanship. It felt so funny... No,
Be patient!
Advancing close to the edge of the canyon, not long after, we officially entered the scope of the mountain temple.
Ahead is a large red pine tree. Under the sunlight at noon, the trunks shine like agate.
Perhaps it was a psychological effect. In Kawashima Miji's eyes, the trees, weeds, low bamboo bushes, and the densely woven sunlight all looked noble and clean. She could even see a bunch of thorns dug out from the roots of a cedar tree.
Fresh soil, with a transparent bird pecking at earthworms.
As they were walking, Kawashima Miki suddenly ran forward and stopped Fujiwara Izaya.
She hooked Fujiwara Izaya's neck with both hands and said nothing, just tilted her head and looked at him with a smile.
"What do you want to do?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
Kawashima Meiji still didn’t speak.
She feels so subtle now.
The land under your feet is a royal mountain and a sacred mountain.
She was standing on the throne of a god, and the god was a mountain god who was about to become her husband... A stream of warm emotions welled up deep in Kawashima Miji's heart, and her throat was a little sore.
Itchy. Her mind was now filled with all kinds of fantasies, and she wished they could all come true now.
"Fuka-Eri is watching." Fujiwara Izaya took her hand away.
"Hmm~"
Kawashima Miki shook her head as if she was embarrassed.
Her current meaning is very clear, that is, she will be satisfied with at least one kiss.
"What a silent beauty!" Fujiwara Izaya put his arms around her shoulders and fell to the lawn by the roadside, pressing her to the ground. "Just look at her when you see her. They're all mine anyway."
"Hehe~"
Kawashima Miji laughed, stared at her feet, and threw off her high heels.
Then she wrapped her arms around Fujiwara Izaya's neck, moved her lips slightly forward, and opened a gap.
Looking at the face composed of carefully selected subtle lines, Fujiwara Izaya kissed her lightly. The lips met, sweetly, and after a light touch, the lips immediately separated again, and he looked at her face again.
Kawashima Miji closed her eyes tightly and her breasts rose slightly.
She was indeed as beautiful as a dream now. She snuggled into his arms obediently and tenderly, closing her eyes and waiting for the kiss.
Soon, Fujiwara Izaya kissed again, this time it was a passionate kiss, and they didn't separate for a long time.
"..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri couldn't walk or look. She was so bored that she could only stare at the little butterflies and grasshoppers in the grass in a daze.
After a long time, she heard Kawashima Miji say "hmm" and turned to look over. She saw the Spider Empress with her eyes closed, her pink tongue licking her lips as if aftertaste. Her natural charm was just
It can be said that he is indeed a male killer.
"It's time to get up." Fujiwara Izaya pulled her arm.
"No!" Kawashima Miji directly took the high heels in her hands, then opened her arms, "Carry Madam home."
"Stop being ridiculous." This time it was Fujiwara Izaya's turn to tell her.
"Are you allowed to fool around?" Kawashima Miji asked unconvinced.
"What am I doing?"
"If you're not fooling around, why are you kissing me here?"
"I'm here to coax you!" Fujiwara Izaya said.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri nodded.
It was obvious that she was on Fujiwara Izaya's side this time.
"Eri Fuka, don't listen to his sophistry." Kawashima Miki immediately turned around and said as if complaining: "He had a physiological reaction just now, and he was very energetic."
"..."
Fujiwara Izaya suddenly felt that all females in the world were troublesome creatures.
The rest of the journey involved him carrying Kawashima Meiji up the mountain, but he didn't suffer any loss. Miss Meiji's ass is the best in the world, and her soft and elastic flesh is so tender that it's hard to put it down.
The temple is built on the mountain, and the buildings are scattered in an orderly manner. The front yard is a courtyard built on the mountainside, with many tung trees planted there. There is a river left from the mountain in the courtyard. The higher you go up, the more rapid the water flow becomes.
The place where the front yard and the atrium meet are two mountains with a large gap, and there is a waterfall at the junction.
The woods in this area are extremely green and dense, and are filled with sunlight. When walking, you feel like you are walking in a basket woven by sunlight.
"Let's take a rest here." Fujiwara Izaya stopped.
Kawashima Miji got down from behind him and bent down to take off her stockings. It looked like she was planning to get into the water. Her figure was already in good shape, but this time she bent over, the narrow skirt stuck tighter and the mature curves of her hips and back were outlined.
Be more attractive.
After taking off her stockings, she sat on a stone on the shore and kicked the water with her bare feet.
The smooth calves swayed gently, and the ripples sparkled in the sun, like clusters of blooming white flowers.
"Would you like to go down and cleanse yourself?" Fujiwara Izaya asked beside him, "It will be very comfortable to soak in the mountain spring water on a hot day."
Without saying a word, Kawashima Miji reached out and pushed him to the ground, then stepped on his lips with her wet feet: "This is the mountain god's palace! Bathing here is disrespectful to the mountain god!"
Fujiwara Izaya was speechless.
Next to her, Kasahara Fuka-Eri was very puzzled.
Bathing here is disrespectful to the mountain god, so wouldn’t it be disrespectful to step on the mountain god’s mouth?
After a while, Kawashima Miji moved her feet away and dipped back into the water.
The jade feet were washed by the water, sparkling, and a fish kissed her soles from the bottom of the water. They walked away as soon as they touched it, and the water surface scattered into ripples.
"Being washed by a waterfall is a kind of spiritual practice." Fujiwara Izaya said as he took off his shirt, "I was like this when I was a child. I would stand under the water for several hours."
As soon as he finished speaking, he had already stepped into the water and came under the waterfall.
"boom--"
In the current, his body was immediately struck by the force of the current, which was like being struck by a stick.
Both women were looking at him.
The waterfall falls from a high place, and the water flows with a white light,
The water containing powerful kinetic energy exploded on his shoulders and top of his head, splashing in all directions. Amidst the roar of the waterfall, there was the sound of the water whipping on the elastic young body. Through the splashing water curtain,
Both women saw his shoulder muscles that were reddened by the water flow... a healthy, moist, and energetic body.
"No wonder he has such a good figure..." Kawashima Miji looked at him with a slightly greedy look, as if she wanted to eat him in one bite.
"It's been like this since I was a child. It's quite hard." Kasahara Fuka-Eri raised her hand to cover her eyes, and the sun poured down through the gaps between her fingers. In the gap, the boy's body was still motionless after being hit by the water, and he still had the energy to rush towards her.
This side smiled.
Infected by it, the corners of Kasahara Fuka-Eri's mouth also raised slightly.
Kawashima Meiji tilted her head, observing the subtle changes in the cold and pretty face of the female police officer.
After a while, she slowly said: "What do you think?"
"What?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri didn't react for a moment.
"That guy seems to be determined to get you." Kawashima Meiji pointed to the center of the waterfall and asked softly: "What are you thinking in your heart?"
"I never thought about that..."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri shook her head and looked blankly at the water.
His eyebrows were knitted together, his closed lips were slightly open... There were emotions in his eyes that would never be shown normally.
Kawashima Meiji smiled and asked: "You hate him, right?"
"I can't say he's annoying, but I can't always grasp his temper." Kasahara Fuka-Eri raised her chin slightly and looked at the mountain god in the water, "He is an elegant thorn. Generally speaking, he is both good and bad.
It stands out that this handsome boy is so...well, elegant."
"You actually said so many words!" Kawashima Miji looked surprised.
"Huh?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri was stunned.
After noticing the teasing smile in Kawashima Miji's eyes, she bit her lower lip in slight annoyance and snorted softly.
Kawashima Meiji didn't tease her anymore.
After all, he is his man, how could he take the initiative to help him find a sister?
While listening to the sound of the waterfall, they stared at the young man in the water, and the bright sunshine shone on their delicate necks. It was a quiet, peaceful, and wealthy day.
Above the waterfall is the atrium.
There are two white cranes stepping on it, their feathers blowing in the summer wind, and their curved necks stretching gracefully toward the sky are also moving slowly.
"What a wonderful time! You may not encounter such a peaceful and beautiful day a few times in your life." Kawashima Miji seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help but blurt out.
"Are you happy?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri asked.
"Of course." The beautiful young wife-to-be looked tired and lazy, "If that guy wasn't so greedy, he would be happier."
In response, Kasahara Fuka-Eri shrugged.
Although her relationship with Kawashima Miki is not bad, it is not close to each other. Sometimes, she even feels disgusted with her showing off her charming side in front of Fujiwara Izaya.
Speaking of which...does this count as jealousy?
Before I had time to think about this problem, a burst of female laughter came from the forest opposite the waterfall.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri immediately looked up.
The path opposite is paved with white sand, dotted with some stepping stones at the right time, and reaches the water's edge. A stone bridge connects the two banks together, and a group of women in gorgeous kimonos are walking towards the stone bridge.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri poked Kawashima Miji's arm and motioned for her to look over there.
Kawashima Miji turned her eyes and watched the movements of the group of women on the other side. These beautiful women were all dressed in simple clothes. Only the youngest and most beautiful one was wearing a light blue kimono, and the silk was as lustrous as the sky.
Clear.
The group of them, like aristocratic ladies out for an outing, carefully stepped on the irregular stepping stones. Their laughter, rippling under the clear clear sky, seemed too clear and sweet.
"There are so many women in his family!" Kasahara Fuka-Eri wondered.
"Are you jealous?" Kawashima Miji stared closely at the woman in the light blue kimono. Her elegant white neck was so plump and fair that it was difficult to take her eyes away.
"Can't talk about it."
After Kasahara Fuka-Eri said it, the group of women on the opposite side had already crossed the stone bridge and came here along the flat path.
The woman in the light blue kimono is none other than Xia Xili.
"Why are you here?" She came over and smiled kindly, "I prepared lunch for you up there, but I didn't see you for a long time, which made me think that my little Lin was robbed along the way.
Now...there is no other way, I have to come down to greet you in person."
Looking at Xia Xili who looked like a master, Kawashima Miji suddenly felt like fighting.
This is her home court, the place where she and Fujiwara Izaya rub shoulders. Her youthful years are closely related to this place... If he can overturn her momentum here, then the position of the eldest wife will definitely be extremely stable.
Stable.
It's a pity that Fujiwara Izaya just came out of the waterfall, so I don't know what she was thinking.
If he knew about it, he would definitely dissuade Miss Meiji from taking the initiative to seek trouble... You must know that Xia Xili is a headache for him. If you dare to go to her to cause trouble, Miss Meiji, I'm afraid you don't want to be a child.
Xia Xili looked at Fujiwara Izaya who was all wet and frowned: "What are you talking about?"
The eyes were like those of a serious elder, always staring at Fujiwara Izaya from the same angle, not missing his every move. They were a pair of firm and bright eyes, and you could even feel a harsh meaning in her eyes.
"Relive your childhood..." Fujiwara Izaya shrank his neck, and then looked pitifully at a middle-aged woman next to him, "Long time no see, Aunt Qing."
This woman is the housekeeper of the palace and is responsible for the internal affairs.
"Having been home for so long, have you forgotten Aunt Qing?" Aunt Qing took out a small fan from her belt, rubbed his wet hair, fanned him, and said in a reproachful tone: "Mountain God Festival"
It's about to open, and guests are already here. If they see your appearance, they might laugh at you privately."
"Just laugh." Fujiwara Izaya smiled nonchalantly.
Snap.
Aunt Qing patted his head with her fan.
Immediately, she herself laughed helplessly, and her expression changed from reproachful to doting.
"Let me introduce you," Fujiwara Izaya said to the other two, "this is Aunt Qing, the housekeeper of the palace."
Kawashima Meiji bent down to salute and said hello softly, "Hello Aunt Qing, just call me Meiji."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri hesitated for a moment, and then bowed slightly cautiously: "Hello Aunt Qing, I am Fuka-Eri."
"Who are they?" Aunt Qing looked at the two beauties.
"My girlfriend, both of them!" Fujiwara Izaya answered quickly.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri, who wanted to introduce herself, confirmed the unclear relationship between her and Fujiwara Izaya.
"You, what's wrong with imitating your father is that you want to imitate his philandering!" Aunt Qing pretended to be angry and tapped Fujiwara Izaya's head with her finger, but her eyes clearly wanted him to marry them and have children as soon as possible.
Smiling. Then she came to the two prospective ladies and held their hands respectively like an elder, "Come on, come on, I will take you to the palace. Lizi made two sets of clothes for you, let's go and take a look.
Change it if it's not appropriate... Oh, by the way, Izaya's mother left a gift for her future daughter-in-law before going to Gao Tianyuan, I'll give it to you..."
Kawashima Miki looked happy and excited, while Kasahara Fuka-Eri was also led astray inexplicably.
Everyone walked into the atrium from the front yard, which was a flat mountainside.
From below, the area seems small, but when you come up, you find that the space here is so wide that you can't touch the boundary at a glance. It is surrounded by meadows and pine forests, with a wide lake in the middle, and a hundred-meter-wide river flowing. The soft green grass is brushed together.
The brush is spread out at waist level, swaying like a dance in the summer wind. There are glittering flowers with petals everywhere, and they are filled with brightly colored butterflies.
In this vast land, the Mountain God Festival has already begun to be rehearsed.
A team of nearly a thousand people, dressed in palace attire, is practicing speed swimming. They ride tall horses, carry gorgeous mikoshi, pull ox carts, hold ancient umbrellas, play fifes, and beat taiko drums... decorated with flowers
On the twelve shrines, there are pretty and lovely girls in gorgeous clothes.
The white crane is hovering in the sky, the strong wind is whistling, and the light powder is falling down quietly like raindrops. The white deer is lowering its head to drink water, and its tongue touches the water surface lightly, causing ripples.
Kawashima Miki and Kasahara Fuka-Eri were both a little shocked.
In this place, they seem to feel what divinity is... unchained, and the clear and clear divinity blends into the surrounding wind. Being in this place, no matter how unbelievable things are, they seem to be able to believe them now.