After nightfall, Yushan's night was ignited again.
People who like the excitement are holding torches of various sizes and shouting "Hey yo yo yo" as they shuttle around the atrium. Women all go out to follow the mikoshi in the procession, scrambling to get the mikoshi back.
My first visit to the shrine.
The main banquet was held in a spacious hall.
Before entering the venue at this time, Fujiwara Izaya just held Kawashima Miki's arm and walked through the corridor where the attendant Toneri burned musk to the entrance of the main hall. The two of them had already become the focus of the audience.
"Lord Mountain God——"
Amid cheers, the crowds of people carrying lanterns in the parade surged like waves.
A lantern with an image of a mountain god illuminated the courtyard and illuminated the pine trees at night. Cheers came and went, and enthusiastic faces were reflected in the swaying light.
"The prestige of the mountain god is extremely high."
"Of course, after all, I am so perfect that even my fingers are flawless... Ouch."
Kawashima Miji smiled softly, but a hand in her sleeve quietly pinched his waist: "Don't talk nonsense in my ears."
The two maids held the hem of her skirt, holding back their laughter as they watched Master Shan Shen being pinched by his wife on the soft flesh around his waist. They thought that the young master would eventually live a life of strict hendom, so there was no need to struggle.
When you walk in from the entrance, you can see the Kano style cedar door with crane paintings, which opens wide to both sides.
The lighting windows are all painted with antique patterns, the interior alcove-style walls are covered with golden clouds, and slender banners are hung from the beams. The coffee tables and chairs are covered with embroidered chair covers of various patterns, forming a pair of
A gorgeous picture of a palace banquet.
There are chandeliers hanging from the Peach Mountain checkered ceiling, the light is bright but not dazzling.
The maids in white skirts moved quickly in front of the paper tables and stages, drawing many straight lines in the air. Their long white skirts were full of lively and lovely expressions, and their diligent behavior made people like them very much.
They negotiated and asked each other, like a white butterfly flying around, turning the entire hall into a happy world.
Holding Fujiwara Izaya's arm, when Kawashima Miki walked into the venue with a smile on her face, all the guests looked over subconsciously. The appearance of the mountain god and his wife wearing masks could not be clearly seen, but from the gorgeous
Judging from his clothes and the noble temperament in his every move, he cannot be underestimated.
The tall and erect young mountain god, wearing a black-crowned king's uniform and a red feather fabric, attracted a burst of cheers.
Kawashima Miji, who was holding his arm, had a satisfied smile on her lips.
Her clear and dark eyes looked around the entire banquet, shining with dignity and pride. Such a gesture seemed to say: 'Why don't you come over quickly to see Mrs. Mountain God.'
The red carpet was laid from the entrance of the hall to the podium. Before Fujiwara Izaya made a formal speech, he had to say a few words to the guests in the hall. Of course, that was in the past. Now that he has a wife, he can leave everything to her.
deal with.
However, just when Fujiwara Izaya was about to run away, Kawashima Miki grabbed his hand tightly and wouldn't let go, as if he had expected it.
A newlywed couple who looks like an emperor and a queen clings tightly to each other in the warm eyes of the guests, looking particularly affectionate. Under the candlelight and against the backdrop of the red carpet, the young man's clothes and the queen's wedding belt are seen.
The slender neck exposed from the deep collar of the suit has become the most noble silhouette in the world.
"I'll go to the toilet first..."
"no!"
"I'm going to discuss something with Dark Crow..."
"no!"
"I'll go find Xueye..."
"This is even worse!"
"Mrs. Meiji~~"
"There's no point in acting coquettishly."
Kawashima Miki covered her lips and smiled, looking at Fujiwara Izaya who was a little puzzled, her eyes looked very satisfied.
"At parties, a wife should always follow her husband." She lowered her voice and said in Fujiwara Izaya's ear, "I have wrapped your hand and mine with spider silk, so you can't even think of running away now.
.”
After her reminder, Fujiwara Izaya realized that his hand held by her in the wide sleeve robe was covered with spider silk.
"It makes me look like a prisoner..."
"Not happy?"
"I'm so happy. Look, how happy I am with my smile..."
"Ha ha."
Kawashima Miji turned her face slightly, hiding behind him and laughing reservedly a few times.
The light shone down, and the phoenix crown in her hair and the small gold ornaments on her earlobes shone brightly, making her skin even more delicate.
After she finished laughing, she turned around and walked forward again.
The delicate toes of the red embroidered shoes alternately appear under the skirt of the tulle wedding dress. Mrs. Mei Ke's posture is noble and gorgeous, and she looks a bit like someone who can't look straight at her.
Especially the section of fair neck exposed above the collar, it looks even more sexy and charming tonight, with a swirling appeal.
"Madam, I want to plant a strawberry for you." Fujiwara Izaya approached with a playful smile, not feeling embarrassed at all.
"Don't make trouble!"
Kawashima Miji slightly pushed his chin open with her fingers.
Fujiwara Izaya couldn't kiss him.
Heart itching.
Kawashima Miji whispered to him: "I will let you sow the seeds at night until not a drop is left."
"I will have no reservations!" Fujiwara Izaya held her hand tightly.
The two of them walked slowly from the door to the podium. All the warm greetings from the guests were handled by Kawashima Miji.
Fujiwara Izaya's eyes were searching among the crowd.
There were several stages inside the main hall, and kabuki performances of knights, queens, princesses, poets, etc. were performed under the lights. He looked around a few times and found the stage where the Furukawa Kaikan was located.
Surrounded by more than a dozen girls, Riho Yukino was explaining the performance matters to them.
Now she hasn't had time to change into her wedding clothes, so she is still wearing a light blue kimono. However, whether it is her smooth skin or dreamy long black hair, they all give people a cool beauty. Her earlobes are as exquisite as crystal crafts.
The green and thin neck gives people a feeling of snow, but it is not weak.
Kawashima Miji finished greeting a guest and found him looking over there.
The girls at the Furukawa Kaikan happened to be drinking tea together, and she also noticed Yukino Riho.
The movement of the snow girl holding the tea cup is very beautiful.
To be precise, from gently lifting up the sleeves, to the slender fingers with rings to the smooth movements of pinching the handle of the glass, everything can give people a pure and pure beauty.
"Let's go over there." Fujiwara Izaya squeezed Kawashima Miki's palm.
"no!"
Kawashima Meiji gave a majestic glare.
The lady has a very good temperament.
"..."
"Let's go pay homage to the gods." Kawashima Miji pulled him and walked to the rest area on the side.
On the slightly dimmed side of the main hall, a large area was opened with a screen, where several gods from Takamagahara were chatting.
After seeing the couple coming over, the big radish Goshirakami stood up first and greeted Fujiwara Izaya with an easy-going smile: "We haven't seen each other for so many years, and you have already reached the age of marrying a wife."
"Good evening." Fujiwara Izaya responded lazily.
The big radish was familiar with him, so there was no need to show any respect. After all, he had ridden on the radish's neck when he was a child.
"Sir Goshirakami." Kawashima Miji saluted gracefully.
With his hands still bound by spider silk, Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to follow his wife's movements and salute together.
"Oh~" Oshirakami smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed, and he looked Fujiwara Izaya up and down, "After all, he is married, and has a wife to take care of him, so his behavior has restrained a lot. Just ten years ago, this bastard boy
Not to mention being polite, those eyes make you want to take a bite out of me."
I still want to chew it now... Fujiwara Izaya faked a smile and said with some embarrassment: "Don't mention the past. If you intend to embarrass me in front of my wife, be careful of what you planted in Gaotian...
…”
Before he finished speaking, Kawashima Meiji secretly pinched him.
Fujiwara Izaya shut up immediately.
Um.
get married.
My wife is in charge.
He needs to be more mature.
I can't continue to think about bullying those uncles and aunties in Gao Tianyuan for fun like I did when I was a child.
"Haha, interesting," Yubai God glanced at the shriveled little mountain god, then looked at the mountain god's wife, and said sincerely: "Marrying such an obscure little mountain god, please give me more snacks. When he goes to Gaotianyuan
Please be sure to train him well before..."
This kind tone is exactly what my elders used to teach their younger generations.
It seems that her little husband is very happy in Takamagahara... Kawashima Miji was very happy after hearing this, and immediately replied: "Please rest assured, Lord Goshirakami, I will do my duty as a wife, admonish and supervise my husband."
I won’t cook radish soup for you from now on... Fujiwara Izaya thought a little cautiously.
A little behind, there is a woman with her hair in a bun and wearing a yellow and black striped kimono with a yellow ribbon tied around her waist. She is very beautiful, with long eyebrows, the bridge of her nose and the lines of her lips are very dignified and neat, and under her long eyelashes
His eyes are also quite moving.
After Kawashima Miki and Oshirakami finished their greetings, he saluted her: "I've met Inari God-sama."
Fujiwara Izaya looked towards her and said warily: "Are you here to help Inari Shrine regain its face?"
"I'm just a little Inari god, how dare I bring trouble to you..."
The Inari god, who transformed into a woman, smiled bitterly and bitterly.
A gust of draft blew through the hall, and the lights swayed slightly. She looked at Fujiwara Izaya's eyes under the mask and said softly: "The things below are beyond the control of the higher authorities. But please, for the sake of me hugging you when I was a child, don't touch me."
The roots of Inari Shrine have been uprooted.”
"I am a little mountain god who likes peace!" Fujiwara Izaya said seriously.
Inari God glanced at him.
That expression seemed to say "I believe you are a ghost".
However, seeing through it without telling it, she still looked so touching and aggrieved: "This is great, thank you very much..."
A supreme god was so polite to his little husband... At this moment, Kawashima Miji's little vanity was greatly satisfied.
After Inari God left, Fujiwara Izaya leaned into her ear and whispered a conspiracy: "She will come over later to give gifts, so remember to blackmail her hard. Inari God... Fox, let me think about it, remember to find her.
I want a magic weapon that can tame foxes or something."
"Leave it to me!" Kawashima Miji's eyes flashed.
In the past, she would have never dreamed that one day she would blackmail the God of Inari, and she would still do it with such confidence... Although this behavior is not very good, but... but it is really great!
For the next period of time, the young couple wandered around among the gods.
Kawashima Miki abides by the etiquette of a wife and does not comment on the gods present. Everything is dominated by Fujiwara Izaya. She will believe whatever Fujiwara Izaya says. Where Fujiwara Izaya needs her cooperation, all it takes is a look.
She can understand it.
When Fujiwara Izaya behaves childishly, she will turn into a stern palace lady to preach to him; when Fujiwara Izaya acts like a mountain god, she will turn back into a gentle little wife, looking like she has everything.
Her husband had the final say; when Fujiwara Izaya showed off, she became his most loyal fan, with her sparkling eyes full of sweet love.
Her behavior is crisp and neat, her mind is smart, and her demeanor is that of a lady, but also humane and cute. Many elders and gods who are friends with the Fujiwara family are full of praise for this eldest lady.
"You are trying to steal my limelight..."
"uh-huh?"
"What I mean is that we are husband and wife, and we are both prosperous. If you are in the limelight, I will be in the limelight..."
"Be good."
"Mrs. Mei Kee."
Kawashima Meiji said sweetly "Yeah".
"Can you stop being so cute?" Fujiwara Izaya hugged her waist passionately.
"No, my wife is born to be so cute. Did you just realize that?" Kawashima Miji's face turned a little red.
The two maids holding the skirts of their wedding dresses couldn't help but snicker.
Standing at the back, they could clearly see that the hand that Master Shan Shen originally held around the waist of the eldest lady suddenly slipped down and disappeared into the hem of her skirt. Moreover, at this time, the eldest lady's body suddenly started to tremble.
I wonder where Master Shan Shen's hand slipped.
"Come on, there are so many people, please be more serious." Kawashima Miji scolded him in a low voice, and then immediately looked at him with a smile, "I am so impatient now, if I can't satisfy me at night, I will have a good time with you tomorrow.
of."
"My wife is so nasty!" Izaya Fujiwara cursed with a smile.
After greeting several gods one after another and preparing to leave, Kawashima Miji's eyes lit up.
There is a screen in the rest area, blocking half of the light and shadow. There is a goddess standing with one hand on the window sill. There are several Kongming lanterns floating in the dark sky outside the window. There is a cloisonné vase on the table, with small branches inserted in the vase.
Small lotus. This goddess wears a kimono embroidered with goldfish, with beautiful bare feet exposed under the skirt. On the embroidered shoulders, the divine inscription representing her identity shines.
The God of Fengshou!
The full name is Feng Yu Qi Pi Mai God, also known as Feng Shou Yuan God.
She is the goddess of food.
Most of the time, she went out with Amaterasu as a pair.
Even in human shrines, she and Amaterasu are often worshiped together. For example, the chief deities of the Tokyo Grand Shrine are she and Amaterasu. In Amaterasu's natal Ise Shrine, she is also the deity enshrined in the outer palace.
The two goddesses were so inseparable that there were some troubling rumors about a good deity behind their backs.
Fujiwara Izaya didn't believe those rumors.
What kind of god is the old woman Amaterasu? He can't say that he knows the basics, but he can also say that he knows the ins and outs.
Just as he walked over, Master Fengshou happened to turn around and look over.
She could see his tall figure and his wife's festive red wedding dress from a distance. From the lady's red collar, a touch of snow-white and fragrant skin was revealed, swaying in her eyes like the waning moon.
"Lord Toyoshou." Fujiwara Izaya stepped forward to say hello.
Kawashima Miji followed and saluted.
"I hate banquets and stuff. I always say boring things." Master Fengshou said helplessly.
On her rather beautiful face, there was neither charm to please nor any wariness towards others.
"Tell me earlier. There are seats up there. I'll take you there right away." After saying this, Fujiwara Izaya patted the back of Kawashima Miji's hand and motioned for her to let go first.
Mrs. Mei Kee didn’t let go.
She seemed to have made up her mind tonight, never letting her little husband leave her sight, not even for a second.
Fujiwara Izaya, who originally wanted to talk to Lord Toyosuke alone and find out where the old woman Amaterasu was, promptly changed his mind and said, "We will send you there together."
Mrs. Mei Kee, half of her face covered by the mask, smiled sweetly.
"Lead the way." Master Fengshou was half a step behind.
The private seats are on the second floor of the main hall and are divided into small private rooms, where you can watch the performance from a high position.
The doors of each private room are tightly closed with wooden glass doors, with unique clasps and white cut-out paper with patterns of chrysanthemums and cirrus clouds.
"There are dedicated maids in the private seats. If you need anything, you can ask it at any time." Fujiwara Izaya opened a sliding door and said as he walked, "The speech will begin soon. After the ceremony is completed, I will come to entertain you in person.
"
The partitions are large and the decoration is very classic.
The niche on the wall hangs a picture of Yunlong copied by Sesshu, and a carnation flower is elegantly placed in the vase on the desk. One side of the terrace is the stage below, and you can see the performances of each stage at the same time. The open window on the other side,
In the green courtyard, you can see a full moon floating coolly on the clouds through the gaps between the trees.
After the great god Fengshou sat down.
The maid wearing a white crepe shirt and a white belt immediately brought red and white pastries and tea on a square wooden tray. She thanked Fujiwara Izaya and waited for Fujiwara Izaya to go out, then turned to a part of the room.
Look at the empty place.
Nothing exists there.
But in the next second, the space became slightly distorted.
Amaterasu, wearing a men's gray-striped black kimono, jumped onto the tatami in one step.
She was barefoot, and her long hair was tied up in a ginkgo style, with an oracle bone comb inlaid with shells inserted into her bun. Her hair and style were perfect, but she took out her cigarette pouch from her belt and lay lazily on the bed of the God of Fengshou.
In his arms, he smoked cigarettes one after another.
Master Fengshou opened his mouth: "Sister..."
"What's wrong?" Amaterasu glanced at her lazily.
Along with the smoke exhaled from her lips, her perfect face evoked a smile that was not elegant, or even a little vulgar and frivolous. If Kawashima Miji was here, you would definitely find that her smile was similar to Fujiwara Izaya
The smile he showed when he was doing something bad was simply a perfect copy.
"The bad side of Fujiwara Izaya's character is probably from you, sister-in-law!" Master Toyoshou said firmly.
"That has nothing to do with my sister, it's just a force driving him to imitate her."
"What power?"
"The charm of a goddess!" Amaterasu smiled confidently.
The young boy, who is as big as a brat, has an anxious respect for the Supreme God, but he tries his best to hide himself, using aloofness and impatience to keep himself calm. But subconsciously, he has been impressed by the charm of the Supreme God, and so on.
Even the behavior is somewhat imitated.
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On the main stage in the center of the hall, Fujiwara Izaya took the stage to give a congratulatory speech.
The female officials and maids in the palace stopped what they were doing and stood on the side halls, verandahs, and Hongqiao to watch the speech of the Mountain God. The female guests in the guest seats were also like female birds listening to the signals of male birds.
His eyes were shining with a fiery light.
"Vulgar woman..."
Kawashima Mei remembered and hummed proudly.
She has no hostility towards these women who covet her little husband.
In other words, without posing a threat to her feelings and status, the more women like him, the happier and more satisfied she will be. Although she is a spider demon, in terms of being petty, she is different from a
Ordinary human women are exactly the same.
Fujiwara Izaya likes Mrs. Miji's petty attitude.
He even called this small-mindedness one of the original charms of women, so when he saw the proud look in Mrs. Mei Kee's eyes, he spoke even harder. The voice he spoke was like the sound of wind blowing across the Grand Canyon.
The mountain breeze carries a breathtaking breath that makes people unable to take their eyes away.
"asshole!"
Takenaka Akihi among the guests cursed.
Since he joined the mountain, he has either been ignored by the mountain god or stimulated by Fujiwara Izaya... Now the mountain god is congratulating him from above, and Fujiwara Izaya is happy and happy somewhere. He can only sulk alone... The more he thinks about it, the more he gets angry
Angry, the angrier he gets, the more he thinks. Suddenly, the ghost clan's warlike character will control all his sanity.
"Sir~"
At this time, a refreshing aroma came.
Takenaka Aki turned his head and looked out.
A charming geisha wearing a gorgeous kimono and a white pink neck came to him.
"Please follow me here." Dark Crow, who was once again dressed as a woman, smiled charmingly at Takenaka Akihi, "The mountain god has set up a seat, please move over and talk in detail."
As she spoke, the geisha's white fingertips caressed the back of his hand intentionally or unintentionally.
The refreshing coolness came from the delicate fingertips, and Takenaka Akira couldn't help but shiver. All the grievances and dissatisfactions were completely resolved at this moment. He followed the geisha and walked forward with shaky steps, thinking in his mind
I have already begun to think about my happy life tonight.
Well done doggy!
On the high platform, Fujiwara Izaya gave his loyal dog a thumbs up.
He might not be able to get away tonight, but it doesn't matter, this is his home court, and he has plenty of ways to make a ghost disappear from this world quietly.
Even if Amaterasu comes, Takenaka Akihi cannot be kept.
He is dead!
Fujiwara Izaya said.
Because... Amaterasu and him are on the same side.