157. Mountain God Festival: Miss Yukino who is so shy that she melted
Dusk falls.
On the river entering the town, large boats of colorful silk were fluttering and lined up in a long line approaching the pier. Floats moved forward surrounded by monsters and monsters. As torches and lanterns gathered in a mighty manner, the lively atmosphere of the festival began to spread.
There is a clean and flat open space on the pier where guests are welcomed. The four sides are circled with straw ropes, and notes are hung on the ropes.
The white paper fluttered and flickered in the wind, like an erratic ghost.
In the gorgeous sunset, there are monsters singing and singing.
"The majestic God of Peace,"
"Bless all living beings to have eternal life."
"From today onwards,"
"Via the Jiutian Floating Bridge,"
"To the Temple of the Gods."
Wearing a black and red kimono dotted with small chrysanthemums, the beautiful monster is sitting in a kneeling posture. Her forehead, which is heavily applied with Kyoto-style powder, looks like red plums in the snow. Her neck, which is carefully painted with pink and white, and her hair, which is perfectly combed, are all beautiful.
There was an indescribable solemn atmosphere.
When the lanterns are first turned on, the lights are overflowing with color.
More and more monsters in festive costumes got off the boat and entered the town.
The people wearing straw hats and those carrying burdens are straw hats, and the burdens are transformed into fusangshen. There are also some who use their bodies to act as monsters, so there are many bowls, chopsticks, abacus, brooms, etc. floating in the air to talk.
When it gets dark, bonfires are lit on all the hills.
Drums and music were already sounding, the melodious flute played, the drums shook the sky, and parades passed by on the street from time to time.
Looking from a high place, countless red lanterns have been hung on the eaves and corners of every building along the street. The sight of tens of thousands of firelights swaying in the wind is very spectacular.
The river flowing through the town is even more dreamlike. The river water is rendered by the lights, like a colorful belt.
In this bustling and noisy scene, no one would have thought that the mountain god was squatting in the grass by the river, chewing sugar cane.
As the landowner here, Fujiwara Izaya was supposed to sit in the palace and welcome some more important guests.
However, he felt that it was too cumbersome and tiring, so he left the matters outside the palace to the housekeeper My Neighbor Totoro, and the affairs inside the palace to Aunt Qing, and secretly ran away from the other three women.
Crouching in the grass without any image, Fujiwara Izaya gnawed sugar cane and glanced towards the dock from time to time.
Sugar cane is sweet and juicy, and it would be better if it didn't have to spit out the residue.
Eh?
Then why not drink sugar cane water directly?
Just when the mountain god was thinking about this problem, a luxurious ship docked.
A group of monsters wearing ghost masks and red hunting clothes disembarked from the boat in a neat procession.
At the end of the line, there was a tall and round carrot. He had fair skin and was only wearing a crotch cloth, with his cheeks reaching to his chest like a carrot.
This big radish is the god of agriculture, named Yubai Shen.
As the first god to come down from Takamagahara to attend the Mountain God Festival, Dairadish's appearance raised the atmosphere to a small peak.
"Welcome to Lord Goshirakami——"
Amidst the respectful and enthusiastic cheers, Crow Tengu soon flew over carrying the mikoshi.
In order to welcome the God of White, My Neighbor Totoro arranged for the mountain boy to perform a brief fire ceremony.
A brazier with a very high flame was placed in the middle of the pier. Female officials, dressed in white Japanese robes and uniformly dressed like ancient palace maids, chanted incantations around the brazier.
"Burn it, burn it, Lord God! We need oranges and rice..."
While chanting, various crops were put into the brazier.
This is an ancient ritual to worship the god of agriculture, using flames to burn crops on the high plains to pray for a good harvest in the coming year.
The big radish stepped over the brazier and headed for the mikoshi.
"Squeak——"
The mikoshi made a sour sound as it was pressed down.
Four Crow Tengu carried the mikoshi into the air and flew towards the palace atrium.
"Bah~" Fujiwara Izaya spit out the bagasse, wondering whether he could cut some radishes and make soup based on his relationship with Oshiro God... I heard that Oshiro God's body is very delicious, so if you eat it
It can also increase divinity.
It is estimated that among the tens of thousands of monsters and gods present, he is the only one who has such thoughts.
"Qua~"
The cry of crows came from the sky.
Fujiwara Izaya looked up.
A group of crows flew in from the distant sky. When they came near the top of the head with their cries in unison, he raised his hand and flicked at the leading fat and black crow.
"Bang~"
There was a ripple in the space.
The fat crow spun like a whirlwind and fell into the grass. Before it had time to scream, he saw the mountain god gnawing sugar cane from the corner of his eye. He immediately crawled over on his knees and said, "Young Master!"
There are two forces in Shenyin Town.
One is the mountain god force from Fujiwara Izaya's father, who calls him Lord Mountain God; the other is the Daitengu force from his mother's side, and calls him Young Master.
"Is Miss Yukino here?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"We're almost there." Dark Crow was nervous, kneeling with his butt raised slightly, "Their ship has entered the town and is waiting in line to dock."
"What's that one called Takenaka?"
"Here he comes too."
Fujiwara Izaya asked seriously: "Can we let him disappear halfway?"
Dark Crow was troubled by this irrelevant question for a long time, and then said cautiously: "It's okay to kill him, after all, this is the young master's territory... But after all, he came on behalf of the ghost clan, and he also handed over the invitation in a serious manner.
If something happens at the festival, not to mention offending Shuten, it will also damage the young master's reputation."
Then chop him up on his way back... Fujiwara Izaya thought calmly, patting the place next to him, "I was just kidding, don't be so nervous, come over here and sit down."
I believe you as a ghost...
Young Master, what kind of virtue are you, my dog... No, I, Dark Crow, still don’t understand... Dark Crow straightened up and sat next to Young Master.
The lawn in the evening still retains a little heat from the day.
Fujiwara Izaya supported himself with one arm, stretched out his legs, and his expression was very casual and lazy. The height of the dog next to him, the height of his head raised, the degree of his shoulders, and the angle of his body were all the same as those of the young master. The shape of the two people
They look like a pair of poodles. Although you can't see the smile on Gouzi's lips with his head lowered, Gouzi thinks it is undoubtedly the greatest honor to be able to pose in the same posture as the young master.
"Iizunasaburo is coming." Fujiwara Izaya said suddenly.
Dark Crow immediately became nervous: "You want him to disappear halfway?"
"Okay, go ahead and do it." Fujiwara Izaya broke off half of the sugar cane in his hand and gave it to him, "This is your reward."
"..." Dark Crow took the sugar cane and took a few mouthfuls of it unhappily. Then he raised his head and asked, "Why don't you let Lord Totoro or Lord Qing take action? Kill Iizunasaburo first, and then we will march to Hidehiko Mountain. In this way, seven
The big tengu went to the second one. The big tengu of Boqifang on the other side of Baifeng was originally to guard the four countries in place of the old master. As long as the young master passes, he will definitely surrender. The remaining four..."
In response to Gouzi's suggestion, Fujiwara Izaya just spat out sugarcane bagasse.
"The fox tribe's envoy has arrived——"
Suddenly there was a noise from the other side of the pier.
The eyes of the master and the servant looked over at the same time.
From the big ship that docked, a group of beauties in gorgeous and gorgeous geisha costumes slowly got off the boat.
The guests on the river bank and the embankment all coaxed to their feet, and many monsters ran up, wanting to witness the elegance of the Fox Clan team.
Fox girls in colorful clothes and flying silk satins flew down the side of the ship. Each of them straddled a flower basket and passed by the pier. They raised their slender hands, and bright and fragrant petals flew out from their slender and round fingers, turning into flowers.
of flower rain.
Under the tidal wave of brilliance, the colorful sedan appeared in the rain of flowers.
The messenger of the Fox Clan was sitting in a sedan chair.
She has white hair and red eyes, looking down at the heaven and earth like a goddess descending to the world. She is too beautiful to look directly at.
Wearing a colorful Tang robe, a red gauze shawl is covered on the shoulders, and the long white hair is scattered like the Milky Way falling on the world. Heart leaf-shaped ornaments are worn on the hair, and a cypress folding fan is held in the hand. This is typical
The dynasty style, the clothes imitating Tang style, and the classical makeup on the face all give people a sense of trance that they are in the Heian Kyo era.
All eyes were taken away by her, because she was a nine-tailed fox from the fox tribe, and the most beautiful and coquettish monster in the world.
She is incredibly beautiful.
Because she is a firework.
Every pair of eyes was staring at her face. Only Fujiwara Izaya thought that she should let her aunt swallow her up. Her aunt's beauty is not inferior to any other woman. If she has white hair and red eyes,
Yes, I feel happy just thinking about it!
"That's the fox girl." Dark Crow pointed at the enchantress on the sedan chair and said, "I met her and Miss Yukino last time, and she also blocked me with a barrier to prevent me from eavesdropping."
"Don't worry, I will help you find your place." Fujiwara Izaya comforted her, "Let her be your young lady from now on."
"Huh? Huh——"
"Little Lord!"
"Beauty can harm the country——"
The bonfire was burning brightly, illuminating the tops of the ancient fir trees and sending up red smoke from the sparks.
The commotion at the dock subsided and was broken again.
"The Great Tengu of Mount Iizuna has arrived——"
A group of Guanhu, riding bamboo tubes, floated down from the boat.
Kuanhu, also known as Iizuna, is the servant of Iizuna Shi, and Iizuna Shi is the Great Tengu of Iizuna Mountain. With his black wings spread out, Saburo Iizuna flew past the dock and pierced into the night of Mt. Iizuna like an arrow.
Qiang——
There was a crisp sound.
Ripples rippled in the air, and the friction between the wings and the air actually produced the texture of metal collision.
There was an uproar at the dock. Some monsters who had lived in the Hida Mountains for a long time could probably guess the purpose of Iizunasaburo's visit, and their eyebrows could not help but tighten.
"Too arrogant!" Dark Crow cursed angrily.
Fujiwara Izaya nodded perfunctorily: "A little bit."
"Little Lord--"
"what?"
"I can't stand it!"
"Don't worry, everyone in the family is here."
The moment the words fell, a figure in a black dress flew through the air, its graceful body trajectory coming as lightly as a swallow. There was no majestic monster aura, but every monster present felt a strange sense of oppression in their hearts.
.
The body follows the punch.
Iizunasaburo suddenly raised his head
Then, he put his fist back to his waist and struck upward like a dragon rising into the sky.
There was a loud bang.
The shock wave that exploded in vain quickly swept around.
At the center of the impact, Iizunasaburo's hands were shaking, and his expression was extremely shocked.
At this moment, all members of Shenyin Town were kneeling down on one knee, saluting somewhere in the void with respectful expressions.
"See Housekeeper."
In the howling evening wind, the black figure stood in the sky.
The graceful and charming woman raised her head slightly and glanced at Saburo Iizunasaburo lightly.
"Within the Imperial Mountain, no flying is allowed except with permission from the Mountain God. If there are any offenders, they will be warned for the first time and killed for the second time. Iizuna-sama, would you like to learn this lesson again?"
Aunt Qing's voice was as cool as a mountain stream or water, flowing slowly through the listener's heart. That soft voice contained an authority that was difficult to resist.
Iizunasaburo fell to the ground with a pale face and walked on foot.
He has never been here before, so he doesn't know the rules about not being able to fly... Besides, who would have thought that this little butler could actually have the strength of a senior level? He would bully foreign monsters too much!
Yaezi, who had entered the atrium one step earlier, looked down at the housekeeper Qing, and his expression became solemn.
I thought that after the last mountain god went to Takamagahara, the power of the Nagano Mountain God would decline a lot. Now it seems that this is still the well-deserved royal mountain of the Hida Mountains.
High in the air, Aunt Qing still looked around before flying away, and order at the dock was restored.
Fujiwara Izaya crunched the sugar cane and muttered: "If you dare to show off in my house, isn't this a sign of trouble... By the way, Gouzi, don't you think you want to get rid of him?"
"Yes!" Dark Crow's eyes lit up.
"Let's do this, you use a honey trap to get close to him and kill him on the bed."
"Clam?"
"You are skilled at this."
"..."
"Don't deny it. You played the role of Nyotengu in Hidehiko Mountain."
"...Young Master," Dark Crow said with a seriously injured expression, "I really don't have the habit of pretending to be a Nyotengu, you believe me -"
Fujiwara Rin ignored him.
It's not that I don't believe in dogs, it's just that a big ship has docked at the pier again.
"The ghost tribe's envoy has arrived——"
When the sound sounded, the ghosts had already landed.
They are all burly monsters with horns on their heads. Each of them rides a tall horse and wears armor. When the horse's hoof presses the sand forward, the horse's nostrils spit out rough breath and raise its gray-white tail.
The mane looks like a warrior who has just returned from the battlefield.
The person in the lead was none other than Takenaka Akihi.
He was wearing a black singlet, and the golden ghost logo on his chest was like a calm and slowly rotating golden vortex.
As for the male monster, Fujiwara Izaya didn't even bother to look at it. He just passed it and focused his attention on the painting boat docked at the pier.
Before the boat even stopped, a group of young women came to the bow and stood leaning on the railing.
Lively and lovely girls, quiet and intellectual young ladies, elegant and dignified ladies... women with different styles will play roles such as warriors, female knights, slaves, carpenters, haiku comedians, etc. at the Mountain God Festival. Different professions and their roles
It appears in their clothes, whether they are gorgeous, dignified, or majestic...
A beautiful woman always makes people feel comfortable, Fujiwara Izaya showed a satisfied smile.
Along the river lined with floor lamps, the maid rushed over with lanterns to greet the guests. For a moment, the entire pier was as bright as the Milky Way. The gorgeous lights were intertwined together, creating a magnificent paradise. Among them, there was another woman.
Extraordinarily conspicuous.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at her and put the sugar cane into his mouth.
The sweet taste, the colorful colors of the clothes, and the snow-like beautiful Yukino Riho held up the hem of her skirt and stepped off the wooden steps to get off the boat. She was in a classic dress as white as snow, and her long dark hair was tied back behind her head, revealing her slender snow-white hair.
There is a jade hairpin on her neck. The elegant bun on the back of her head is angled with a jade hairpin. The head of the hairpin is decorated with two snowflakes as thin as cicada wings. The elegant crimson tassel hangs down from the tail of the hairpin, which contrasts with her long black hair, making it look incomparable.
Of nobility and elegance.
This is probably what the ancients thought of fairies.
Suddenly, the discussion became noisy, and many monsters even stood up and stood on tiptoes to look.
"Quick! Look there. That's..."
"Is that the mission from the Furukawa Kaikan?"
"Yes, that woman is Mrs. Furukawa's maid..."
"I know, she is a snow girl."
"Oh~"
"The snow girl is in an extremely cold mood, and her face looks like ice all day long..."
The noisy discussion drowned out the sound of gurgling water, and Yukino Riho turned a deaf ear. She stood in the center of her sight, her eyes moving, looking for something.
Nothing could be seen clearly in those clean eyes.
But the scene of the beautiful lady under the cold moon and candlelight is always so fascinating.
There were already some sounds of getting ready to strike up a conversation.
At this moment, Yukino Riho suddenly turned his head and looked towards the grass where the noise was coming from.
Her eyes under the long eyelashes are like the lake reflecting the desolate moonlight, so clear and beautiful.
"Sister Yukino, let's go in." Ryoko Kitagawa jumped to her side and reached out to pull her arm.
However, Yukino Riho took steps forward and walked towards the grass.
The wind blew from afar, and her thin dress billowed softly.
The pure white color dances like flowing clouds and rolling snow, which makes people dazzled.
When she walked over, Fujiwara Izaya kept looking at her through the grass. When her face overlapped with the light of the candle, you could see her frosty face, as white as solidified milk.
She is indeed a snow girl.
Fujiwara Izaya emerged from the grass.
Kitagawa Ryoko also looked over and saw a little Teemo...oh no, a big scumbag jumped out of the grass. While patting the grass clippings on his body, he spit out some white residue that he didn't know what it was, and then
He wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and came to Sister Xueye with a smile.
"I'll take you for a walk." He smiled and extended his hand.
"ah--"
Yukino Riho was a little frightened.
Looking at his outstretched hand, she was a little confused.
The snow girl is a monster who represents purity and devotion, so how can she let anyone hold hands with her at will?
"I've touched my feet countless times, why should I be afraid of holding hands?" Fujiwara couldn't help but stretched out his hand, quickly caught Yukino Riho's little hand, touched it lightly with his fingers, and immediately held it.
The ice is cool and slippery.
Kitagawa Ryoko opened her mouth and looked at Sister Yukino, unable to understand the scene in front of her.
The other monsters on the pier exploded in an instant.
The whispers continued to spread. Just now, they were watching the excitement unscrupulously. Now seeing the snow girl being held by a boy who looked like a human, the whole atmosphere became a little weird. Many monsters looked at it half jealously and half mockingly.
In the past, I thought that this boy would definitely not be able to satisfy the needs of the snow girl, and it would be a matter of time before his body was hollowed out.
"...You," Yukino Riho's palms trembled, and then she held his hand back like a drowning person. Her face instantly turned red. In order to relieve the shyness in her heart, she hurriedly said: "What are you?
When has the time come?"
"Just a few minutes earlier than you." Fujiwara Izaya smiled and pulled her forward.
"Hey!"
Ryoko Kitagawa, wearing a kimono, stopped in front of her.
Fujiwara Izaya winked at Dark Crow.
Gouzi immediately rushed out, took the girl's arm and walked aside, "Come on, your room is over here, just follow me."
"Ah, let me go -" Kitagawa Ryoko struggled.
But soon, more maids came around, surrounding the Furukawa Kaikan people. They said they were helping to carry the wedding ceremony, but in fact they were separating Yukino Riho from them, so that it would be easier for the Yamagami-sama to do evil.
With a bang, fireworks exploded overhead.
The night has been lit, and the fireworks are gorgeous, illuminating the entire town of Shenyin as bright as day.
Fujiwara Izaya took Yukino Riho's hand and crossed the approach bridge of the pier to the entrance of the town. Yukino Riho, who was holding hands and still a little confused, looked at the dazzling fireworks in the sky with longing.
The dark eyes looked radiant.
There were many monsters gathered at the entrance. She was held by the hand and looked up to watch the fireworks as she walked. Occasionally, because she couldn't move forward, she would bump her head on Fujiwara Izaya's back.
Except for the presence of monsters and gods, the Mountain God Festival is similar to an ordinary summer festival.
The small town of Shenyin has become a huge market. As the floats arrive one after another, various food stalls and game stalls are set up on the streets, and it is very lively with the continuous firelight.
The traffic in front was so blocked that Izaya Fujiwara had no choice but to turn around and stand face to face with Riho Yukino.
"It's good to have more people," he said with a smile. "I remember when we came back from the Meiji Park Flea Market, there were also many people on the train we took. Because it was crowded, I got very close to you, and for the first time I thought you were beautiful.
"
"What are you talking about..."
Yukino Riho closed her eyes shyly.
Her eyebrows were lowered, her eyelashes were trembling slightly, and Izaya Fujiwara's bold words made her face turn red. Her delicate earlobes were slightly exposed from under her hair, their color was rosy, and their shape was as round and lovely as raindrops.
"Your ears are so beautiful," Fujiwara Izaya said sincerely, "I couldn't tell for a moment whether they were red from shyness or whether they were rouged beforehand."
"Um?"
Yukino Riho subconsciously touched her earlobe and found that it was frighteningly hot.
"I'm shy..." She raised her head slightly and whispered, "I didn't put on rouge. You also laughed at me and said that there was no difference between my makeup and my makeup, so I didn't put it on."
Looking up, she saw Fujiwara Izaya's eyes reflecting the fireworks in the sky.
Those bright and intense eyes could not be covered by anything and had incredible penetrating power. Such eyes made her a little frightened. Burned by such eyes, her fragile white skin felt like a burn, and soon
A layer of fine water droplets seeped out.
"I'm about to melt..."
Yukino Riho's voice begging for mercy contained a touch of heart-wrenching cry.
Fujiwara Izaya didn't move his gaze and asked softly: "Would you like to become a snow girl?"
"Huh?" Yukino Riho made a very slight nasal sound of doubt.
"I like the look of the snow girl."
"...That's a monster."
"It doesn't matter, humans and monsters are the same in my opinion."
"..."
Yukino Riho didn't know what to do.
"You should know how much I like Xuebao." Fujiwara Izaya was still holding her little hand with one hand, but the other quietly hugged her waist, "How do you share with Xuebao's senses?
The feelings we bear are naturally reciprocal. On the other hand, I also like Miss Yukino very much."
"..."
Yukino Riho has already started to have a fever.
This statement was a bit shameless, but based on her completely blank emotional experience, she couldn't tell that this was Fujiwara Izaya's love that was forced upon her.
Although Fujiwara Izaya does like her a little bit.
Her naturally sweet and crisp voice, just the right amount of cheerfulness, sincere and frank attitude, and her contrasting and cute personality all show her pure and flawless side. This purity is as fresh and beautiful as the fruit in the glass container.
It made it impossible for Fujiwara Izaya to let her go.
Several powerful fireworks rose into the sky and blossomed into lotus shapes.
Yukino Riho was gently squinting at Fujiwara Izaya, her snow-white profile reflected beautifully.
Her pure white dress was also dyed with various colors. Looking closely, Fujiwara Izaya found that the collar and cuffs of the dress were embroidered with snow waves and plum blossoms, which looked elegant and charming, and it was a perfect fit.
The identity of a snow girl. The skirt was cut to fit her body tightly, her chest was plump and tall, and her waist was so slender that it couldn't be more than a handful, showing off her proud figure to the fullest.
"Don't you want to?" Fujiwara Izaya asked, using his hands to pull her into his arms.
"……you."
Yukino Riho's body began to tremble slightly.
A look of struggle flashed across her beautiful face, and a soft hum lingered in her throat, and the words of rejection were about to come out. A gust of ice wind floated in the air, and the coldness from heaven and earth came from all directions and converged on her body.
, her snow-white skin glowed with gleaming light, like the reflection of the moonlight.
In the blink of an eye.
Like a faint ray of moonlight flowing into the darkness, long silver-white hair spread out in front of Fujiwara Izaya.
The noise all around suddenly stopped.
Everyone held their breath and watched this stunning enchantress who suddenly appeared, a little dazed.
Fujiwara Izaya was moved.
That absolutely beautiful face was flawless, exactly like Xuebao. It was a beautiful face that even the best craftsmen could not paint. Her long silver-white hair hung down to her waist, her expression was tranquil and sad, and her blue eyes were
Like a lake with ripples.
Yukino Riho slowly turned her eyes and looked around coldly.
At the end, she looked at Fujiwara Izaya calmly, with no emotion on her cold face.
"Yukino..." Fujiwara Izaya's heartbeat suddenly slowed down a beat.
After turning into a snow girl, her temperament seemed much colder.
His eyebrows also looked elegant and lonely, and his eyes always showed a sad temperament.
"let's go."
Yukino Riho spoke softly, and the sound flowed through every corner like the impact of ice cubes.
With a simple sentence, people can feel the temperament of the snow girl. Some even blushed. Looking at that noble and beautiful face, they didn't know what scene they were reminded of.
"I really didn't expect to be able to watch the fireworks with Yukino." Fujiwara Izaya held her hand and walked forward again.
"Me too. I will never forget what happened today." Yukino Riho said calmly. Her expression was calm and sad. Her white dress was like a half-opened lotus. She was quiet and bright, perfectly blending holiness and beauty.
Together.
Holding hands, we walked into the entrance of the town.
At this time, the sky had completely darkened, and a full moon appeared on the dark sky, shining silver light all over the ground.
The brightly lit town of Shenyin has turned into a dreamlike world.
Colorful lanterns lit up one after another, and shouts continued to come out. These shop assistants were all kappas wearing aprons. Their mouths were like bird's beaks, their limbs were like frogs, and they had a turtle shell on their backs.
"Want something to eat?" Fujiwara Izaya's eyes wandered around the various stalls.
Yukino Riho's expression was very cold, like a piece of moonlight cut out at random. When she heard Fujiwara Izaya's question, her red lips slightly opened, and her voice was cool and gentle: "You decide."
Fujiwara Izaya looked at her sideways.
The pale orange firelight fell on her long silver-white hair, as if there was a shallow halo, and a faint cool air could be vaguely seen in the hair.
do not know why.
Fujiwara Izaya particularly likes her in this posture.
In other words, he particularly likes women with this cold attitude, including Kasahara Fuka-Eri. Watching the iceberg-hard and cold woman slowly melt into his arms, that is definitely the most beautiful and touching moment for a woman.
.
At this moment, Fujiwara Izaya completely forgot about the Mountain God Festival.
His only thought now is to find a fun and delicious place, call Xuebao out, and have an unforgettable night together.
Walked along the street for a while.
"Dong dong dong" made a few crisp sounds, and three bald heads rolled in front of them.
These three heads are monsters called "Maisou". During the Kamakura period, three samurai were drinking together. During the period, they had a dispute and drew their swords at each other, cutting off each other's heads. How do these three heads form one body?
, turned into a monster dance head.
"guest!"
The top head spoke first.
“They have delicious eel rice here!”
Then the second and third heads rushed to speak.
“There’s delicious wine here!”
“There is a beautiful geisha performance here!”
Fujiwara Izaya glanced at the shop behind.
Here you can enjoy the beautiful night view of the Rowan Waterside Pavilion on one side. The courtyard in the middle is decorated with rockery and flowing water, and the colorfully dressed geishas are already performing. With cherry blossoms flying on the stage and clouds filling the air, the dining experience should be great.
"Is this right here?" Fujiwara Izaya asked Yukino Riho.
Yukino Riho walked inside without saying a word.
Wherever her butt-length silver hair floated, the temperature dropped sharply, and the moisture in the air quickly condensed into frost. Wherever she went, it seemed as if she had opened up a fresh, fresh place that no one had touched.
A cold and pure world. Izaya Fujiwara, who was following her, had the most direct senses. The clear coolness was refreshing, and the cool and tender feeling was constantly expanding, as if it had been smeared with mint.
As soon as I entered the store, I was greeted by a maid.
"Two guests, please take a seat on the terrace upstairs."
Yukino Riho walked up the stairs, her eyes still showing the loftiness and indifference of the cold moon.
With her alluring and slender figure, paired with her ice-cold face, she seemed like a beauty who had walked out of the glacier. Her brows and eyes were covered with frost that had a sense of alienation. Especially those blue eyes, which only had a single gaze.
When you face it, you feel as if you have suddenly fallen into a world of ice and snow.
After entering the terrace, you must slip on your shoes before entering the house.
"Take off your socks too." Fujiwara Izaya reminded her.
"..." Yukino Riho hesitated for a moment, and finally took off the white footbags on her feet. Those small, pale feet were slightly moist when they stepped on the tatami covered with candlelight.
"Come here." Fujiwara Izaya took her hand and sat down on the terrace.
Behind you is a mahogany railing. Looking out, you can see the gleaming river, full of boats full of dreams. Looking inside, you can see a gorgeously decorated stage, where the essence of a cherry blossom demon is reflected. The cherry blossoms hang down like willow branches, infinite.
Gorgeous.
As soon as we sat down, there were birds with colorful feathers carrying baskets and serving delicious food and wine.
The portions of the dishes were very small, and the cooking was extremely exquisite and luxurious. Yukino Riho, who was still very cold at first, suddenly frowned and asked worriedly: "Are these expensive?"
Fujiwara Izaya blinked.
Under the candlelight, she seemed to have transformed back into the stupid woman who had a headache for money. Her innocent and ignorant face resurfaced. In Fujiwara Izaya's eyes, it seemed like snowflakes floating in the darkness.
"What's wrong?" Yukino Riho didn't understand what was going on with the smile in his eyes.
"Everything here is provided by the mountain god to entertain the guests. There is no charge." Fujiwara Izaya chuckled, hugged her in his arms, and said in her ear, "Thank you, Lord mountain god?"
Yukino Riho closed her eyes, her chest rose and fell, and she gasped a few times.
She was still not used to the feeling of being hugged, but she didn't feel uncomfortable... This was a very novel experience. As a snow girl without emotions, she had some vague expectations for the territory she had never set foot on before.
"Yukihime, come out." Fujiwara Izaya clapped his hands.
As soon as the icy wind started blowing, Yukino Riho immediately opened his eyes again and looked out in front of him.
In the ice and snow, the snow girl slowly condensed and took shape. On the way to instinctively rush towards her master, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed another snow girl in her master's arms.
?
For a moment, Xuebao was stunned.
who is she?
Why is she also a snow girl?
Why does the master have another snow girl when he has a snow treasure?
Does the master no longer want Xuebao?
A series of questions flashed through his mind. The snow girl floated blankly in the air, her expressionless face as cold as a broken refrigerator.
"Xue Bao, come here." Yukino Riho waved.
?
Xuebao, who was already confused, became even more confused after he recognized whose voice it was.
"Ah~" She pointed at Yukino Riho, ahhed a few times, then looked back at the owner, tilting her head to one side. Those clear blue eyes were full of curiosity.
"Miss Yukino is a snow girl." Fujiwara Izaya smiled and stretched out his hand to take Xuebao into his arms.
There was a snow girl on the left and a snow girl on the right. The cold air hit him, and he felt huge satisfaction in his heart.
Xuebao nodded as if he understood.
"Let Master freeze it." Fujiwara Izaya picked up the wine cup on the table and gave it to her.
Without thinking, Xuebao stuffed the slender and round wine cup under his collar and covered it tightly with both hands.
"..." Yukino Riho next to him immediately felt the shape of the wine cup, and a slight shiver ran down his spine.
"Do you feel it?" Fujiwara Izaya looked her up and down.
Yukino Riho turned her face away and gasped slightly but quickly.
In the hazy night, the evening breeze blew, the cherry blossoms swayed, and the sparks on their heads were still blooming. On the stage in the courtyard, the geishas waved their sleeves, and the gorgeous silks and falling cherry blossoms formed a beautiful picture.
"Yukino is a music teacher, right? Do you know anything about these?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"I know a lot about them," Yukino Riho looked at the geisha dancing on the stage, her ice-like eyes flickering, "I am very good at Japanese singing, and I often play the shamisen."
Fujiwara Izaya used pointed chopsticks to pick off a piece of snow-white golden-eye sea bream meat and handed it to her mouth: "Where's the dance?"
"There will be a lot." Yukino Riho subconsciously opened her mouth and took the fish meat into her mouth. After chewing it for a few times, she realized that it was fed by Fujiwara Izaya and couldn't help but glare at him coldly.
"What do you think of them?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at the geisha's dancing posture.
The young and beautiful geisha had red paint on her eye circles, and her smile showed a blush like a drunken face.
"generally."
"Can you dance for me?"
Yukino Riho is ready to lift her butt and leave.
But Fujiwara Izaya was hugging him around the waist, and he sat back down as soon as he got up.
"Can you just do a random movement?" Fujiwara Izaya advised patiently.
"Then you can't hug me later..." Riho Yukino said the most shy words with the coldest expression.
"No problem!" Fujiwara Izaya happily let go of his hand.
Yukino Riho held her skirt with her hands and slowly stood up.
There was a burst of snowflakes dancing in the air, and she stepped on the snow that had not yet accumulated thickly. Then she stood on tiptoes, gently lifted the hem of her skirt and spun twice in the snow. Her long silver-white hair also rotated with her body, rippling as if
Waves, elegant and holy.
A moment of beauty attracted all the attention in the building.
The woman suddenly appeared, as if an ink painting had been brought into reality. She gently held the hem of her skirt with her slender fingers. Amidst the ice and snow, her cold eyes and pink lips could only be slightly seen outside the terrace.
No one could see the full appearance clearly, but there was no doubt that she was a woman with outstanding appearance and temperament. She suddenly appeared, stunning the whole audience, and then disappeared.
This is a glimpse of the greatest beauty in the world.
The appeal caused by that figure in just a short moment has already eclipsed the gorgeous stage.
"Who is that?"
"Ah, why do I feel that the meat in my mouth doesn't taste good anymore——"
"Brother on the terrace above, don't hide such a beautiful woman, let us take another look -"
On the riverside at night, the festive and lively atmosphere is still rising as the night deepens... However, in this terrace surrounded by six folding screens, it is extremely quiet and warm.
Xuebao froze the wine and poured a glass for the master.
The cherry blossoms fell down, and the pink petals floated on the drink. Fujiwara Izaya, along with the cherry blossoms, brought the drink to Yukino Riho's lips.
Yukino Riho opened her mouth slightly.
Between the red lips and white teeth, the petals drift in like a boat.
The moment she drank this sip of wine, Yukino Riho suddenly realized that she was no different from an ordinary woman. No matter how cool and cool she was, no matter how charming she was, she was essentially just a female monster who longed to integrate into human society.
"Yeah~"
The snow girl came over and stared at her closely.
That expression seemed to be questioning why she wanted to drink the wine Xuebao poured for her master.
"It's not what I want to drink..." Yukino Riho muttered angrily.
Fujiwara Izaya grabbed her wrist, pulled her over, and joked: "Stupid woman, you deserve to be entangled with me."
Yukino Riho bit her lip and snorted, turning her head to look at the cherry blossoms in the courtyard.
The rough black branches are covered with bright cherry blossoms. The evening breeze blows and the curtain swells. The branches sway in the wind, and the cherry blossoms quiver like a whisper. The petals are as white as her skin. But the buds are
It's a beautiful cherry pink color, just like her heart.
Fujiwara Izaya held her hand again.
Because of the night wind and the frost, her palms were very cold.
"Come here and look at me." Fujiwara Izaya's fingers gently slid across her delicate face.
Yukino Riho tilted her head slightly, unable to say anything harsh, but just complained: "...you are cheating!"
"Didn't I hold you?" Fujiwara Izaya felt so itchy that he wanted to take out his heart and scratch it. He suppressed the throbbing and said to her, "Turn around and I'll feed you something."
A flash of glow flashed across Riho Yukino's face, and slowly, like a shy newlywed wife, she turned her head.
"The Mountain God Festival lasts for three days, I'll take you to have fun." Fujiwara Izaya held a piece of white deer meat and fed it into her mouth, "Also, the backyard of the Mountain God's palace is not accessible to the outside world, you know
Bar?"
"I know." Yukino Riho chewed the venison.
The white venison is soft and melts in your mouth. After swallowing it, a warm and moist feeling will reverberate in your stomach.
"I know someone who can take you in secretly."
"Isn't it good that Lord Mountain God knows about it?"
"It's okay. I have a good relationship with him. Even if I steal his woman, he won't be angry."
"..." Yukino Riho tucked a strand of hair blown down by the wind behind her ear, and glared at him a little angry and shyly, "Don't say such vulgar words."
"I'm sorry!" Fujiwara Izaya apologized immediately, "My pure and innocent Yuki-onna, please forgive me."
Yukino Riho hummed pleasantly.
At this time, she was no longer so nervous, and her pupils suddenly seemed to have the light of flying fireflies, making her look even more charming.
"Also, I won't accompany you to see Mrs. Furukawa." Fujiwara Izaya picked up another piece of white rhino meat and gave it to her.
"Why?" Yukino Riho doesn't want to eat this piece of meat.
"Stupid woman, I can protect myself." Fujiwara Izaya explained to her, "Asking Mrs. Furukawa to see me for no reason is tantamount to owing a favor. How can I repay it in the future?"
After staring at him for a while, Yukino Riho let out a sigh, opened her mouth and ate the white rhinoceros meat.
After chewing silently for a while, she asked vaguely, "Am I useless then?"
"Stupid woman." Fujiwara Izaya smiled and cursed, "Even if she turns into a ruthless Yuki Onna, she is still so stupid."
Yukino Riho's cheeks bulged into two buns.
A gentle breeze blew, blowing the lanterns. On the exquisitely decorated terrace, the candlelight cast shadows on her face.
The snow girl stared blankly at this scene, thinking in her mind how Olaf could defeat this strange snow girl so that she could win her master's heart back. However, with her stupid head, it was all in vain.
In the dim flickering firelight, Yukino Riho bent her knees and stared at her crystal feet. Her soft white silk robe was extremely close-fitting, and she didn't know when a lot of the collar had been pulled off, revealing her exquisite legs.
Collarbones and snow-white rounded shoulders.
However, under the loose skirt, the slender waist is still tightly restrained, and the figure is made more straight and graceful.
Fujiwara Izaya's gaze became more and more intense.
Yukino Riho's mashed eyes looked at her toes quietly, with the gorgeous cherry blossoms behind her.
"Miss Yukino," Fujiwara Izaya held her chin, raised his head to study her face, and put his other hand around her waist to hug her, "Can you allow me to appreciate you?"
Yukino Riho immediately closed her eyes and shook the silver thread to get rid of it.
However, his fingers seemed to be firmly stuck to her chin, and he couldn't shake them out no matter how hard he shook them.
Her long silver-white hair swayed, with a delicate hosta inserted in the middle. The red tassels and her soft lips were the most eye-catching colors in her pure white outfit. Not only was this red not gaudy at all, but it made
The beauty's temperament is perfectly set off.
"Fujiwara... don't be like this, let me go. Otherwise, I will feel very uncomfortable."
Her voice was very low, and she was obviously very afraid of being seen by the people next to her.
However, Fujiwara Izaya hopes that he can make her melt under the cherry blossom tree and become close to him.
Half pushing and half giving in, Yukino Riho snuggled into his arms with her eyes closed. At this moment, she was so gorgeous that it was hard to describe. Her indescribable oval face and pretty face outlined by graceful lines revealed her dignity and elegance.
The air is cold and cold. The lips are half-open and half-closed, whether they are waiting shyly or preparing to curse angrily. The ears hidden in the hair, with slightly red earlobes, are unusually delicate and small.
Fujiwara Izaya wanted to see clearly.
Perhaps this snow elf’s heart is hidden in the moist and shiny teeth in her lips?
At this moment, Yukino Riho didn't want him to look at her face like this, so she quickly pressed her face into his. But she didn't understand it at all. This gesture was more like asking for more kisses.
An icy chill hit my face.
However, her body temperature was as warm as a greenhouse.
In the candlelight, Fujiwara Izaya hugged her waist and kissed her delicate and beautiful cheek. Yukino Riho did not struggle or yell, but remained motionless as if she was frightened. Fujiwara Izaya raised his head
She lowered her chin and looked at each other with eyes for a while. The power she felt at this moment, the emotions exchanged at this moment, were all directly obvious. Her cheeks turned red horribly, and she subconsciously murmured: "Turn out the lights..."
Being shy, she just thought that as long as she couldn't see her, she could accept it.
Fujiwara Izaya flicked his fingertips, and the candlelight around the terrace was extinguished.
After the space became dark, her long silver hair looked even more like a dust.
The bright river has separate brilliance, and the sky and water share the shadow.
"……Well."
The moment their lips touched each other, Yukino Riho couldn't help but sob.
The iceberg-like beauty made such a sad and pitiful voice, and she was obviously slightly emotional in the coldness, which was completely beautiful and moving. When the candlelight was turned on again, Fujiwara Izaya felt as if he had been thrown into a cold storage after being splashed with water.
His face and hair were covered with frost. And in his arms, Yukino Riho's clothes were already soaked, and her white skirt clung to her skin, graceful and cool in the cold mist.
"Yukino." Fujiwara Izaya gently rubbed her earlobe.
"ah--"
In vain, Yukino Riho exclaimed.
Her cold and charming voice, coupled with her iceberg-like melon-seed face, was even more seductive than words could describe. She was so shy that she was almost ashamed, and in the blink of an eye she turned into a puddle of ice water, covering the entire terrace.
That long white dress was floating empty on the ground, illuminated by candlelight.