165. Madam, you don't want your daughter to go hungry, do you?
"Why are you here too?"
"Of course I want to know what else you are hiding from me."
"Are you satisfied now?"
“Very satisfied.”
"Will you report me when you get back?"
"As long as you keep hiding it, I don't mind."
“Long live understanding!”
The sky was covered with sunset glow, and the two of them walked along the lakeside, passed through the cherry blossom forest, and embarked on an elegant path.
After walking for a while, with almost no words spoken during this period, Fujiwara Izaya and her were like a couple entering a period of burnout, walking aimlessly with her in the valley as dusk fell.
In the distant bushes, garbage thrown by tourists is burning, and white smoke is rising.
The camphor trees beside the road have tangled branches.
The dead leaves on the branches can already make people feel the mood of autumn.
Holding the hand of the imperial concubine, Fujiwara Izaya was thinking about things in a mess.
At this time, she is comparable to the most noble and elegant statue in the Heian Shrine in Kyoto. I don't know if it is an illusion. Could it be that I am fascinated by her to this extent?
"What are you thinking about?" the imperial lady said lazily.
Fujiwara Izaya gently squeezed her palm: "I'm thinking about how to conquer a high-ranking widow."
"Then you should put more thought into it." The imperial lady looked at the clear sky and smiled charmingly at him, as if the secret of happiness was leaking from her mouth.
At this time, Fujiwara Izaya could appreciate the extraordinary beauty of the misty sunset.
After walking forward for a while, we passed by a flower field.
The tulips were blooming in the fields, so beautiful that one almost screamed.
Red, yellow, white...the flowers in full bloom seem to dye the air with brilliant colors, penetrating directly into the hearts of flower-viewers.
Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but put his hand gently on the knot of the kimono belt behind the imperial concubine's back.
The imperial lady felt funny in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face.
After walking forward for a while, the path among the flower fields became increasingly narrow, and it could no longer accommodate two people walking side by side.
The imperial concubine lifted up the hem of her kimono and walked in front.
Suddenly, a strange feeling hit her. She thought: The scumbag's back was turned to hers. Should she stop and let him hit her, so that they could fall into the flower field together?
She wanted to take action immediately.
But I feel like this is not unnatural.
Fantasy scenes appeared in the mind of the Queen.
Her current mental state prompted her to get to the core of the problem.
Those hidden cores of uneasiness were like happy particles lurking in the refreshing air after the rain. Her nose could even smell the charming fragrance emitted by these transparent particles... Of course, it was also possible that the scent of tulips caused her to have an illusion.
.
The two walked out of the flower field one after another and passed the waterfall in the atrium.
A circle of straw rope was tied up at the entrance of the waterfall to ward off evil spirits, and the white paper attached to it was fluttering in the wind. After passing the waterfall, Mrs. Gozen saw a village.
This is an ordinary village that can be seen everywhere in Japan. Every household has firewood and clothes drying poles in front of the door. Some are drying the clothes of the whole family, and some are strings of dried persimmons under the eaves. The surface of the persimmons is as smooth as the sunset.
red.
"Are ordinary people or monsters living here?" the imperial lady asked curiously.
"Both ordinary people and monsters." Fujiwara Izaya said and stretched out his hand again.
"Why are there ordinary people here?" The royal lady seemed not to notice his hand.
"Because the mountain god is philanthropic." Fujiwara Lin couldn't hold her hand, so he picked a persimmon from the persimmon tree on the roadside. He wiped it with his sleeve and handed it to her: "Would you like it? It's very good.
Sweet.”
"Thanks."
The royal lady took a small bite gracefully.
The sweet juice suddenly penetrated from the throat into the heart.
Fujiwara Izaya also picked one to eat and continued to take her for a stroll.
The persimmon trees on both sides of the village road are full of fruits, and the persimmons are dazzling under the reflection of the setting sun. The persimmons hanging on the small branches will not sway in the wind due to their weight, so they look like they are nailed in the air.
Embedded in the sunset at every turn.
From time to time, Mrs. Yuqian would look back at the young man next to her.
He gnawed on a persimmon like an ordinary country boy, and the juice flowed from the corner of his mouth to his collar without bothering to wipe it. As he walked, he introduced the customs and habits here, and his clear voice came on the wind, encouraging himself.
of eardrums.
This feeling is amazing.
Just like urbanites yearning for rural charm.
The royal lady, who was born to be aloof, looked at the country boy's arm that was bathed in the sunset and his hair was dyed golden, and thought that it would be best if she could lean on his arm and walk along this road.
To a far, far place.
So will he take his arm again after the setback?
This young man has changed a lot since he appeared. He is occasionally careless and lazy, but he will never back down easily. It is even less likely that he will get tired of himself, an elderly widow walking side by side with her...
Knowing that she appeared this time, she had carefully put on makeup, neatly combed hair, gorgeous clothes, and incredible body fragrance... He probably never dreamed that this woman who looked particularly noble actually had thoughts swirling in her heart.
It's a girlish fantasy like him holding her arm.
The imperial lady couldn't help but smile.
Hearing the whisper, Fujiwara Izaya turned to look at her: "Is there anything happy about you?"
Stretch out your hand, you idiot... The Queen continued to smile, but her smile turned a little cold at this time.
Izaya Fujiwara saw the meaning of that smile, as if she was saying: "Okay, you scumbag! I know your tongue is sweeter than honey, and your courage is bolder than beasts, what are you pretending to do now?"
Gentleman! Can you talk to me quickly with your foul mouth! What do you mean by not speaking? Do you think I will care? Will I take the initiative? Bastard——"
My wife is so cute~!
Fujiwara Izaya suppressed his laughter, stopped in his tracks and turned back to the way he came.
"Hey!"
The imperial lady was immediately stunned.
"Wait a minute," she called to Fujiwara Izaya, raising her plaintive eyes, "Are you going back now?"
The young woman's unique sad and hazy eyes reflected the dusk sky, shining with a slightly orange luster.
Even if she was pretending, her posture made Fujiwara Izaya exclaim in admiration: "What a beautiful middle-aged widow!"
"?"
Mrs. Yuqian's face suddenly turned black.
Why deliberately emphasize middle age?
If you can't speak, please shut your mouth!
"I suddenly discovered this problem." Fujiwara Izaya went around behind her and picked up the skirt of her kimono. "This kind of floor-length kimono is only worn at banquets. This is a countryside, but no one would do it."
Walk around in this outfit.”
Seeing him holding the dirty kimono skirt in his hands, the imperial concubine's face looked a little better.
She turned around and continued walking forward.
At this moment, the footsteps behind her suddenly became more rapid, and before she could react, an arm connected with the skirt of her kimono tightly hugged her waist.
This is the Fujiwara Izaya I know... Mrs. Gozen felt at ease all of a sudden.
The village is not very big, and you can walk through it in a few minutes. Behind it is the mountain pass of Yushan.
The colors of Yushan at the end of August are rich and light.
There are evergreen pine trees that are still green, maple forests that are starting to turn yellow, and many thatches that have grown into long, yellow wool-like velvet, giving off a vaguely fresh autumn flavor.
There is no mountain road to climb the Yushan Mountain here, and all you can see are steep rocks when you look up. The clouds are steaming in the mountains and ravines, and there is light like a mist floating everywhere. The location of the palace on the top of the mountain is even more faint in the sunset.
color
"What is that?" Mrs. Gozen asked, pointing to a wooden house on the mountainside.
"Oh, that's the fire watch tower for warning." Fujiwara Izaya looked up and saw a dark-colored small alarm clock hanging in front of the wooden house. "The position of the mountain god is quite hateful. I do it every day.
I'm walking on thin ice, Madam, please have some mercy on me and give me..."
"Aren't you quite safe?" Mrs. Yuqian interrupted him.
"How can I see it?"
"Pretend to be here!" Mrs. Gozen stretched out her hand and squeezed his waist, "Forget it about being a distinguished butler, the Dharmakaya of the Great Gogami will come to congratulate you on every wedding. Looking at the Noragami in Japan, who else is so big?
The pomp?”
"I feel a little ashamed to say this."
"What are you ashamed of?"
"What I have now is only 1% of my own efforts, and the remaining 99% is the legacy left by my father."
"Would you please take me to meet your father?"
"Are you going to meet your parents so soon?"
"I want to be your stepmother."
"..."
Fujiwara Izaya's face turned green for a moment, and then he stretched out his hands and hugged her tightly from behind.
"Dream on you." He smiled slightly vulgarly, "From today on, any man who dares to come near you will have all three of his legs cut off."
The imperial lady forcibly turned around and faced him face to face, letting him hold her in his arms.
Looking at the young man's face, a smile overflowed from the corner of her mouth, and she gently lifted his chin with her fingers: "Once upon a time, I felt that although I had been tempered for a long time, I still had a little bit of youthful edges left in my body. Such edges and corners.
It also affected my attitude towards a world full of flattery. Later, as I got older, I gradually lost my sharp edges. Now, I feel that the world is overwhelmingly absurd, vulgar and vulgar."
"Like me?" Fujiwara Izaya also smiled.
"Yes, like you." The royal lady shook her head from side to side and observed his face from all angles, "Elegance is vulgar, sublime is vulgar, talent is vulgar, flattering is vulgar..."
"How could I be flattering or favoring you?"
"Isn't pretending to be cute in front of me considered flattery?"
"..."
Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and looked at the beautiful middle-aged woman in his arms.
The elegance that still exists in the ancient style has created her current elegant temperament. Born in a famous family, she has always been eloquent in conversation. She has rich and varied expressions when speaking, and her mouth is full of witty remarks.
He usually smiles, has a sharp sense of humor but is gentle and elegant.
The most important thing is that she also knows how to tease.
Fujiwara Izaya really likes this kind of big devil type of woman.
Just like his aunt, he hated them so much, but when he saw them, he couldn't stop.
Looking at Fujiwara Izaya's slightly fiery eyes, the imperial concubine stopped taunting him and put on a leisurely smile, waiting for his next move.
Looking at her expression, it seemed like she would rather wait ten years and not mind.
"Are you going to test me like this?"
"No!"
"That is?"
"I know you can't bear it."
"You're really good at reading people!" As he said that, Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head.
The royal lady immediately covered her lips with the back of her hand: "Kiss somewhere else!"
"Sooner or later, I'll let you play with fire." Fujiwara Izaya kissed her palm.
"We'll see." The imperial lady smiled confidently.
"Can we kiss anywhere else?"
"Just give it a try."
"Just try it."
The sun had set again, and the imperial concubine leaned on Fujiwara Izaya's arms, squinting her eyes in contentment.
Her age has not changed, but her behavior at the moment is like a child again, very girlish. But her waist is indeed a plump waist unique to a young woman. It is soft and feels very firm, and her waistline is in its infancy.
, can almost be described as unbearable. What you can’t find even more from the girl is that the buttocks tightly wrapped by the kimono are so round and upright, and they feel very fleshy, but they don’t feel bloated.
Fujiwara Izaya felt it fully.
The beauty of her body is the eternal beauty of the moment you reach the top and see the white snow!
How great, how romantic, how happy... The scenery on the peak tilted slightly like subtle ripples in her heart. The weeds scattered on the edge of the mountain road had already given Fujiwara Izaya an accurate premonition. If he took another step forward,
The frozen mountaintops will melt.
The snow and water flowed down, falling thousands of feet.
Her sense of beauty will also reach its peak at this time, reaching its pinnacle.
"Well, don't be too bad..." The royal wife gasped in dissatisfaction and twisted her head in his arms.
The pure and pure beauty on the top of the snow-white mountain was insulted. Her noble neck was slightly tilted back, and she looked at him with soft and peaceful eyes. Her slightly raised smooth and delicate chin seemed to be trembling faintly.
The light became dimmer again.
What can be seen in the field of vision are vast fields.
The village behind him has been submerged in the dark trees, as if he was just starting to paint a painting. The painter has only painted a little background color, and the rest has not yet begun to color. In the sparse villages, little lights cast out
Some warm light, like persimmons, glowed red in the night.
Those lights penetrated the night and reached here, slightly illuminating some of the pictures.
The royal wife was half lying in the miscanthus, her dress was scattered, and it could not even cover her round and pretty shoulders. The sash of her skirt was half untied, her hairpin was slanted, and the hem of her kimono skirt was even torn a lot, and her snow-white and slender figure was
The thighs are looming.
Although she looked a little embarrassed, she still had that dignified and majestic attitude.
Her long hair was scattered along her shoulders and scattered freely on her chest. She gently pulled the skirt of her clothes over her breasts covering her breasts and turned her back.
Fujiwara Izaya brought her back to face him: "Mrs. Gozen~"
"Madam, please get out of here." The royal lady raised her eyebrows and glared.
This sentence is very harsh and contains no emotion.
She put her messy kimono on her body and wouldn't let Fujiwara Izaya get close.
Her unwavering gaze was staring straight at him. There was no resentment or complaint in those eyes, nor was there any endless love, but only her strong self-confidence as if she had convinced him.
"I don't want to, I don't want to! I don't want to until I set foot on Gao Tianyuan!"
The royal lady said in a low and emotionless voice.
"...Damn it!" Fujiwara Izaya slapped his head.
I have enough motivation to become stronger. Just wait for me, you bad woman...
Seeing the depressed expression on Fujiwara Izaya's face, the royal lady felt particularly proud.
Such a woman's body contains a kind of potential power that is like a confined explosive. Even Fujiwara Izaya, who is as strong as a bull, may not be able to withstand the power of the explosion.
The moon has quietly climbed up.
At this time, Mrs. Yuqian noticed that what just happened might have been seen by the Great God. Thinking of this, she suddenly felt ashamed in her heart. She quickly put on her clothes and said, "Go back, it's already dark."
"Where are you going tonight?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at the time and saw that it was less than seven o'clock.
"You don't have to worry about it." Mrs. Yuqian arranged her hair and clothes.
"Are you going to drive me away?"
"No!"
So, Fujiwara Izaya moved into her arms again.
The royal lady hugged him quietly.
"Before I go to kill people, it's a good thing that I have you to help me calm down the fire." Fujiwara Izaya shook his head from side to side in her arms, his tone was very unclear, as if he was holding something in his mouth.
"That's it!"
The concubine tapped Matsunaga's head to ask him to stop, but he persisted.
"What a weirdo!"
The royal lady, who had woken up from the excitement, was very dissatisfied with him now.
"Take it easy..."
"Why are you acting like a child!"
"No wonder your mother didn't take you to Gao Tianyuan, who could bear it——"
After being scolded by her for a while, Fujiwara Izaya raised his head and looked at her who was getting dressed: "My hair is still very messy."
There was still a slight blush on the imperial lady's cheeks.
The hand that was still combing her hair trembled, and the bun that was halfway combed fell apart again, and her long hair continued to hang down on her shoulders.
"The lazy wind is so beautiful!" Izaya Fujiwara couldn't help but admire.
The Imperial Lady, who had not been shy just now, could not help but blush. She quickly pushed her hair together with both hands and rolled it behind her head. Then she was about to fasten it with the hairpin in her mouth, but the hairpin was suddenly caught by Fujiwara Izaya.
He grabbed it and threw it into the dark woods.
"Hey!"
The royal lady is angry!
Those bulging eyes were very cute. Fujiwara Izaya saw her posture and behavior and found it really touching.
"Forget it, let's do it..." The imperial concubine looked lazily like she was loosening a ball of thread in the water. She put on a gorgeous kimono and tightened her waist with a bright red sash. She was in a confused mood just now.
Sweep it all away.
Walking back along the road we came from, there were rice straws all over the roadside, and from time to time we could hear the faint chirping of crickets coming from the roadside.
The outline of the village soon appeared. Most of the fields on the roadside were cracked black soil, with rows of rice racks for drying rice ears. A little boy rode a cow and passed by slowly.
Looking back at these strange two people...
After a while, he seemed to realize something, jumped off the cow's back and ran over in a hurry.
"Lord Mountain God, is it really you? I am so happy to meet you..."
The royal lady looked over and saw a little boy with his sleeves rolled up and his arms tanned.
"What's your name?" Fujiwara Izaya touched the little boy's forehead.
A warm light lit up from his palm.
"Sanlang!" the little boy replied excitedly, and then he looked at the imperial lady with a simple and shy look, "Is this the lady of the mountain god? So beautiful..."
"Hello, Sanlang." The imperial lady smiled back and took out the hairpin that was no longer needed, "Take this and give it to a girl you like in the future when you meet her."
"Thank you ma'am."
The little boy immediately put his heels together and saluted.
After he left, Fujiwara Izaya took Mrs. Gozen's hand and complained: "The mountain god's protection I gave him is enough to keep him free from illness and pain in his life. What else do you want to give him a hairpin? That hairpin is for me
How good I am, I will definitely keep my daughter’s dowry..."
"You are you, I am me, and we are not married."
The imperial lady retorted in a bright and cheerful tone.
Her expression now is completely different from the one she had just lying in the grass. Such a changeable woman is the kind of "mature person".
"When we get to Gao Tianyuan, I will let you kneel on the bed and admit your mistake!" Fujiwara Izaya said harshly and pulled her on the way.
The paths are covered with fallen leaves of persimmon trees, leading to vegetable fields and farmers' yards, winding around the fences of each farmhouse.
It was a quiet night all around, and Mrs. Yuqian liked to walk like this.
This deep and clear silence, accompanied by the fragrance of wild grass, can make people calm down more than ever.
After entering the village, the view became much brighter.
The narrow path has also turned into a slightly wider village road. There is an extremely beautiful pine forest on the edge of the village. The straight and towering cedar trees stand very neatly, and each one has been carefully trimmed. These pine trees are the only ones in this village.
The spiritual material that can only be produced - Yushan logs, is used as the basic material for making various magical weapons.
By chance, a group of women came back from the pine forest after work.
The imperial lady suddenly stopped and looked at them.
This group of women all wore narrow-sleeved kimonos, aprons, hand wraps, and headscarves.
This kind of dress gave her the impression of being called "Ohara-onna", which refers to the women who came from Ohara Village in Kyoto to sell firewood in Kyoto City. Later, they gradually evolved into the image of women working in the fields or mountains in Japan.
"What are you looking at?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"They finished their work so late. Compared with the black-hearted mountain gods, they exploited them more severely."
"...I don't make a penny of profit here! Whatever they grow and sell is all theirs, and I don't even ask for the rent on the land!"
"Yo~"
"Hurry up and praise me!" Fujiwara Izaya looked unhappy.
"Kind Lord Mountain God!" The royal lady smiled and brought her lips towards him. Seeing that they were about to touch his lips, she moved her face away with a proud look on her face, "I am just greedy for you and make you feel itchy, but
I just can’t get it.”
Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but lament: This is the advanced version of Natsuki Li!
Women returning from work passed by them. The leader bent down and saluted: "Master Mountain God, do you need us for anything when you come here?"
"I'm just strolling around." Fujiwara Izaya replied politely.
"If you don't mind, please come to my house for dinner." the woman invited.
Fujiwara Izaya tilted his head and glanced at the imperial concubine.
"Go." The royal lady nodded slightly, looking exactly like the kind of lady who occupies the throne of the family.
Following the woman, the two came to a small courtyard. Near the eaves, there was a row of logs standing neatly. There was also a row on the second floor. In front of the row of logs, undershirts and other clothing were hanging to dry.
The white cedar logs are very thick, but beautifully polished.
"They look like handicrafts." Madame Yuqian looked at the logs and asked, "How were they polished?"
The woman went to prepare dinner. Fujiwara Izaya took her into the house and explained to her the polishing process. First, the man peeled off the bark of the log, and then the woman peeled it off carefully, and then used hot spring water to
Mixed with the sand from Bodhi Falls, the logs were gently scrubbed and polished.
"The women here are really capable," the royal lady said with a smile.
"It's nothing unusual in the countryside for women to do the same work as men. It's not like this for vegetable sellers and fish sellers..." Izaya Fujiwara stretched out his legs on the tatami and said briskly: "People like you
Only eldest ladies will be pampered since childhood."
"I can also work, you are a young lady." The royal lady stretched out her hand to hit him.
"Oh, I don't work." Fujiwara Izaya punched her in the head several times.
"It's not bad to live like this, without so many interest entanglements and calculations..." The royal lady looked out of the window, and saw the tree trunks standing straight, and the leaves remaining on the top of the trees looked like exquisite handicrafts.
Fujiwara Izaya almost laughed out loud.
"Why are you as sentimental as a high school girl today?"
"I'm only nineteen years old!"
"You're only nineteen, no wonder you're dating me."
"Well, sitting on the grass by the river..."
"Ha ha."
While they were talking, the woman brought out the dinner.
"Today's bamboo leaf roll sushi is very fresh. Please eat more of it, the mountain god and the woman. Also, I've also made some soup, so please don't dislike it."
"Thanks."
"I'm starting."
"Looking forward to the soup you made." The concubine picked up a piece of sushi and bit it with her neat teeth.
"You eat like a squirrel," Fujiwara Izaya teased her.
"Really?" The imperial lady also smiled.
She smiled happily and carefree, as if she were really only nineteen years old.
The ceramic plate was filled with bamboo leaf roll sushi, which was wrapped in a triangular shape between the bamboo leaves. Thin slices of domestic crucian carp could be seen exposed. The soup was mainly made of tofu cubes with a few mushrooms. It tasted very fresh and sweet, and the woman was afraid that they would not eat enough.
I cooked another plate of beef.
The lights flickered, looking at the fair cheeks of the imperial concubine, Fujiwara Izaya thought that he must keep her for a while longer.
I looked at the time, it was just after seven o'clock.
The main banquet of the mountain god priest starts at 8:30, and there is still more than an hour left.
While the woman was bringing the wine, Fujiwara Izaya whispered a few words to her, and then she turned around and left the house.
"What did you ask her to do?" The royal lady smelled a conspiracy.
"Scheming against you!" Fujiwara Izaya said happily.
"...Damn it!" A blush appeared on the Queen's face, she turned her head and covered her cheeks with her hands to block his sight.
What a perfect reaction!
Fujiwara Izaya thought to himself that the gestures that concealed the subtle shyness were impeccable. The sweetness and fleeting sparks corresponding to his age made him look forward to the role of the bully young master he would play next.
He took a sip of wine and coughed a few times as if to control his emotions.
As if receiving Fujiwara Izaya's signal, the imperial concubine stood up gracefully, walked around behind him and patted his back: "Master, please slow down."
"Continue to pour me wine." Fujiwara Izaya ordered.
"Yes." The royal lady responded softly.
She walked back around to Fujiwara Izaya, knelt down slowly, and gently picked up the wine cup with her white fingers to pour the young master wine.
In the flickering candlelight in the room, she glowed softly like the most beautiful pearl in Shintoism.
"Where are you from?" Fujiwara Izaya patted her back frivolously.
"Oops~"
The royal lady gave a sweet cry and her fingers trembled slightly.
"I am from Tokyo." Her lowered eyebrows made her look even more humble.
Fujiwara Izaya couldn't control himself and stretched out his arms to hold her in his arms: "What a coincidence, I am also from Tokyo."
"Master, please let me go." The two small hands of the royal wife pressed against his chest slightly, "I have a daughter at home who needs to be raised, so I am unwilling to fall into this profession. But I only accompany you to chat and drink.
And dancing and playing the piano, other services are not provided..."
"How can that be done?" Fujiwara Izaya put his hand into the kimono and kneaded her thigh.
The imperial concubine turned away as if she couldn't bear it, and begged in a gentle voice: "If you keep doing this, I will go back..."
"I won't give you any more money." Fujiwara Izaya came close and smelled the charming fragrance emanating from her neck, "Madam, you don't want your daughter to go hungry, right..."
"How could this be possible?" The royal lady gasped slightly, pressing her slender white fingers on his face, "I thought you were an upright and kind-hearted person, young master. Please don't do this... I will be disappointed."
"Sorry, you saw the wrong person." Fujiwara Izaya showed a cruel smile.
"Woo~"
The imperial lady's expression was sad.
Out of her own interest, her face was so frightened that it was completely colorless, which complemented her finely carved classical eyebrows. The sad dignity that rippled through it was just like the look of the queen who fell into the dusty world after the country was destroyed in ancient times.
So beautiful that it's almost cruel.
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Continue to ask for monthly tickets.
Don't ask who the royal lady is, she can only be said to be one of thousands of identities.