"It is only because of the love of the gods in Gaotian Plains and the loyalty of all the monsters in the Feishan Mountains that this grand event is possible. I must respect the gods, cleanse my body, be careful about my conduct, and continue the prosperity of the generations..."
This side of Furukawa Kaikan.
Kitagawa Ryoko listened to Lord Yamagami’s speech.
That respectful look was like listening to fairy music, pious and enthusiastic.
"Ryoko." Yukino Riho greeted.
"G, Sister Xueye." Kitagawa Ryoko came back to her senses, "What? What did you just say?"
"It's time to change clothes." Yukino Riho reminded her again.
After her reminder, Kitagawa Ryoko discovered that her companions had already entered the backstage of the stage. Three or four older companions had already put their legs on the poles and started to warm up before the performance.
"Yukio."
The lady of the mountain god in a red wedding dress suddenly came this way.
Kitagawa Ryoko looked over curiously.
The lady's posture is dignified and her steps are steady.
The girl wanted to know very much what kind of woman she had to look like to win the heart of the young mountain god. However, the mask covered the lady's face, and she could only see the lady's delicate chin and those deep black eyes.
Under the light of the chandelier, the lines of the lady's neck and the family crest on her chest shone brightly.
"Hurry up and change clothes." Riho Yukino rubbed Kitagawa Ryoko's head.
Kitagawa Ryoko looked back at her: "Sister Xueye and Madam know each other?"
"Um."
"Can you help Ryoko get a photo?"
"What?"
"Ryoko wants the photos of the three ladies and the mountain god!" Kitagawa Ryoko looked excited.
Yukino Riho looked a little weird. After thinking about it, she replied with a smile: "There is nothing unusual about the photo. Don't you hate the Fujiwara scumbag the most? It's better not to let you see it, so as not to make you sad after seeing it."
"No way~" Kitagawa Ryoko recalled the scenes he had seen since entering Yushan, and said with some intoxication: "The little mountain god must be a young hero, otherwise there would not be three ladies who would fall in love with him. Fujiwara is only a talker.
The scumbag who coaxes you, how can he compare with the Mountain God..."
Yukino Riho's expression became even weirder.
Looking at the innocent and ignorant girl, she thought for a while and decided not to break the little mountain god's filter in the girl's heart. After Kitagawa Ryoko entered the backstage to change clothes, she followed Kawashima Miki to change clothes.
Come to the compartment with the best view on the second floor.
The partitions and sliding doors are made of pure white Japanese paper. There are rustic rapeseed flower arrangements in the niches. In the vase on the desk, budding pink flowers peek out from between the light green leaves.
The antique screen seems to have some origins, and there are Kano school paintings in Yamato-e color style on it.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri and Natsuki Li have been waiting inside for a long time.
The beautiful police officer is also wearing a red wedding dress, and the aunt is wearing a solemn black kimono with a golden belt. She is holding a fan in her hand and gently fanning herself. The two are talking with expressions like
It is as comfortable as soaking in bath water that is neither cold nor hot.
Kawashima Meiji opened the curtain and walked in, saying to them: "You guys wait here for a while, I'll go down and keep an eye on him."
"I want to keep an eye on him." Xia Xili chuckled.
"Xue Ye is also waiting here." Kawashima Miji looked like a hostess.
"Okay." Yukino Riho walked in and sat down quietly.
She was dragged and dressed up, her eye circles were smeared with makeup, and her cheeks were flushed like a drunken face. The space around the compartment was blocked by an airtight silk embroidered screen, so outsiders could not see her.
Heavy makeup look.
Xia Xili crawled over from across the low table and lay down with her pillow on Yukino Riho's thigh.
Looking up innocently at that pretty face, she smiled and said, "Xue Ye is so beautiful."
"What?" Yukino Riho's eyes shone with demureness and ignorance.
"The beauty of snow is attached to the cold. It is a fragile beauty." Xia Xili stretched her waist and said meaningfully: "When the spring breeze blows, the cold snow will melt and turn into a warm quagmire.
It makes people trapped inside and unable to move."
"?"
Yukino Riho tilted her head slightly, looking like she didn't understand.
When Kawashima Meiji walked to the door, she turned around and said angrily: "Xueye has a simple temper, Lizi, don't teach her a bad lesson."
"Wow, that's scary!" Xia Xili immediately turned around and cried to Kasahara Fuka-Eri, "Is this the temperament of a lady? Will I be crushed by her in the future? Fuka-Eri help me...
"
Kasahara Fukaeri rubbed her forehead and sighed in despair.
This time she was really tricked by her mother... She thought in her mind that if it hadn't been for her mother's persuasion, she would not have gotten married in such a muddle.
At this moment, two bangs came from the podium surrounded by red and white curtains, shaking the air in the hall.
Several women looked over at the same time. Fujiwara Izaya finished his speech and came down from the stage. The guests surrounding the podium gathered around him, but he paid no attention to anyone. He broke through the encirclement under the guard of the maids and came straight here.
. His raised gaze and eyes reflected the light, like crystals in the distance, and the sound of the piano in the distance, filled with a mysterious beauty.
Somehow, Kasahara Fuka-Eri noticed that his eyes were locked on her.
Subconsciously, a feeling of shame and panic emerged. She stood up in a hurry and hid in another compartment to escape. However, she seemed to have forgotten... This is Fujiwara Izaya's territory, and his spies are everywhere.
On the stage on the side of the hall, the girls from the Furukawa Kaikan performed on stage.
When the music started playing, Fujiwara Izaya took the time to turn his head and look.
Wearing a golden gauze skirt, Kitagawa Ryoko, dressed as a goddess, appeared in the middle of the dance, escorted by the backup dancers. Her figure was tall and graceful, her arms looked slender, her slender waist seemed to be only as wide as a palm, and her thighs were looming in the gauze skirt.
Very soft and perfect for dancing body types.
After taking the stage, she swayed slightly and held a flower elegantly in her lips.
With a touch of charm and drunkenness in her blurred eyes, slowly following the movement of her body, she accidentally discovered that the Mountain God had stopped to admire it.
As a result, Kitagawa Ryoko's graceful figure began to dance like clockwork.
Under the influence of his mother, Fujiwara Izaya is very familiar with Japanese traditional culture.
The moment the accompaniment came out, he recognized that it was the tune of the distant song "Hagoromo". On the stage where you could see the foundation of a gorgeous Chinese palace from the depths, there were many fairies wearing white gauze skirts accompanying the accompaniment.
, some are playing the guzheng, and some are beating the drum heads with their hammers. The music does not have the melodious atmosphere of the Chinese style, but the Japanese style, like the tired trembling of fly feathers on a summer afternoon.
The lead dancer, Kitagawa Ryoko, had an incredible look on her fair and beautiful face.
The dancers surrounding her, some were sitting paralyzed, and some were twisting their bodies and falling to the ground while dragging streamers. The entire stage seemed to be welcoming the arrival of something. The colorful clothes were in a mess, and there was an untouchable feeling.
Lazy atmosphere.
"Bah!"
A phoenix chirped, and the rays of light shot into the sky, illuminating the entire hall in an instant.
What happened?
All the guests were shocked and stared at the top of the stage.
Fujiwara Izaya suddenly thought of a question.
The Furukawa Kaikan is Amaterasu's eye in the world, so the dances of these girls in the Furukawa Kaikan should be closely related to their wives... Just as he was thinking this, the rays of light drifted away and the melody of the music faded.
"Bah!"
The clear and melodious voice of the Phoenix Bird sounded again.
In the brilliance of the sun, a noble figure passed by and leaned over Kitagawa Ryoko.
At this moment, the originally young girl released a charm that could lure people into a realm of beauty and fantasy. The charm, which was almost tangible, peeled off her body like gold foil and danced in the center of the stage.
The skin of the goddess is smooth and covered with gelatin.
In ordinary times, the goddess is shining brightly regardless of day or night.
This is like the sunny side of time, where the almighty, beautiful, and happy sand gold slides down from the girl's body. The tip of her beautifully shaped nose and the delicate and beautiful light drip down from her slender jade fingers like beads of jade.
, presenting a grand and gorgeous picture.
Ethereal and clear, luxurious and solemn.
The old woman was too proud... Fujiwara Izaya gently rubbed his forehead and sighed helplessly after a moment.
Um.
As far as this dance is concerned, it is really beautiful.
No matter what the old woman thinks, just watch the show for now, and then she can play whatever little tricks she has in mind... He can't resist anyway, so he might as well enjoy it.
At the end of the dance, Amaterasu Dharmakaya leaves.
Kitagawa Ryoko, who returned to her slightly youthful appearance, tilted her head slightly and showed a smile.
"good!"
"As expected of Furukawa Kaikan..."
There was endless applause in the hall. Kitagawa Ryoko endured a period of stares and comments on the stage. Finally, she stretched out her hair and pursed her lips with a smile. Her movements were a bit like Yukino Riho's, but she didn't have the coldness of Yukino Riho.
She had a demure temperament. After turning her eyes several times, she found the location of Lord Shan Shen, and then she jumped off the stage lightly and walked straight away.
A maid came to her with wine.
The girl held the wine glass in both hands and walked towards the mountain god with her head lowered.
This is the tradition of the Mountain God Festival, a performance that allows the Mountain God to stop and watch, and finally receive irrigation from the Mountain God - which refers to the protection of the Mountain God.
From the side of the crowd, Miji Kawashima was already approaching with a majestic look.
Fujiwara Izaya's expression twitched slightly.
Afterwards, Kitagawa Ryoko had already arrived in front of him, and she bowed her knees and bowed. Under the smiling gaze of the girl, the wine glass was handed to the Lord Yamagami.
"Lord Mountain God..."
"Well……"
"please."
"Well, this god is too drunk..."
"?"
Kitagawa Ryoko was a little confused.
For a moment, she thought she had done something wrong and made the mountain god tired.
At this moment, an extremely subtle voice reached her ears from the second floor terrace: "He is Fujiwara Izaya."
It was Madam's voice... Kitagawa Ryoko was stunned for a moment, looking at Lord Yamagami, astonished as if her idol had collapsed. At the same time, her tone became rude in vain: "Hurry up and give me a drink!"
Behind him, Kawashima Miji had a sneer on his face and his eyes were locked on him.
Fujiwara Izaya felt a chill running down his spine.
Mrs. Meiji likes to be jealous the most. Should she drink this glass of wine or not?
"Why don't you owe it first..."
"Hmph, how can I owe this kind of thing? With so many people watching, I don't want to lose face?"
"Looking for trouble..."
"Whatever... give me a drink quickly."
"The wine made by force is not good to drink."
"If you don't like it, you have to drink it."
"Okay, I admit defeat...but..." Fujiwara Izaya sighed, bent down slightly, and the man and woman exchanged glances, "When I drink, you have to explain to my wife, you and I
It really doesn’t matter.”
Kitagawa Ryoko subconsciously looked around.
The lady of the mountain god who was right behind him had already walked over, with murderous intent in her eyes...
"Drink quickly!" Kitagawa Ryoko urged again.
It's best if the scumbag is dead.
Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to take the wine and drink it.
Then, with the envious eyes of the guests, he stretched out his hand and gently pressed it on the girl's head.
In the shining room, another piece of protection was sent out.
"We have a good relationship." Kawashima Miji came over.
Fujiwara Izaya immediately took his hand back.
"Thank you, sir." As soon as he finished speaking, Kitagawa Ryoko disappeared.
That's not fair... Fujiwara Izaya cursed in his heart, and immediately explained to Mrs. Meiji: "For Yukino's sake, I stopped to watch the performance!"
Kawashima Meiji hummed lightly.
"How could I be interested in such a little girl?" Fujiwara Izaya happily held her hand.
Kawashima Meiji looked at him sideways and said calmly: "Senior sister and senior sister."
"..." Fujiwara Izaya was stunned.
Looking at the choked Yamagami-sama, the two maids holding the skirts of Kawashima Miji lowered their heads, and their shoulders shook slightly with laughter.
"Senior girls and seniors have accumulated feelings, how can they be compared with what they are now." Fujiwara Izaya scratched his head depressedly and shook Kawashima Miji's little hand: "I promise, if a new woman appears again,
I will report to you as soon as possible."
"You still want to have a new woman!" Kawashima Miji suddenly became angry. She put her arms in front of her chest and stared at her little husband sharply: "Either you kick me out of the house now, or don't even think about it.
!”
"..."
Oops!
Why did he say what was in his heart all of a sudden?
Fujiwara Izaya secretly complained in his heart.
Mrs. Mei Kee is about to go crazy. It seems that if she is not comforted, don't even think about climbing into her bed tonight.
"You guys step back first," he and the two maids ordered.
Kawashima Meiji raised her eyebrows and glared: "Don't leave!"
The two maids put down their skirts and left without any hesitation.
The mountain god is afraid of his wife. This is the sentiment between the couple. If you think that the wife has the final say in this family and you don't have to listen to the mountain god, then you are completely wrong.
"Let's go over there." Fujiwara Izaya took Mrs. Meiji's hand and walked towards a place with few people.
Kawashima Miji struggled slightly.
She couldn't pull her hand back, and it was hard to lose her temper because there were so many people, so she had no choice but to let him lead her away. Her body was honest, but Mrs. Mei Kee was still very stubborn in her heart - I will never forgive you tonight, you just can't
It's just a rusty, empty tin can thrown in a weed-covered field in the summer. No matter what you say, I won't pick it up.
The lights are flashing and people are noisy.
The guests who had watched the performance were chatting with each other and were tipsy.
Outside the small door on the side of the main hall, a red and white curtain hangs all the way to the path on the hill, where a large cherry tree blocks the surrounding view. This kind of place is definitely a perfect place for a couple to have a tryst.
As soon as he walked behind the cherry tree, Fujiwara Izaya turned around.
Caught off guard, Kawashima Miji was suddenly held in her arms.
"Let go!" Mrs. Meiji's face was full of reluctance.
Looking at her coldly, Fujiwara Izaya quickly lowered his head and kissed her two cool lips accurately.
This scene has been played out countless times before.
Kawashima Miji had no time to react before he succeeded.
"Well, let go...I order you to let go..." She blushed and stretched out her hand to push Fujiwara Izaya's chest, tightly closing her lips and not letting go, and issued some commands intermittently between her teeth, "Well...
This is a banquet... um... I asked you to let go, do you hear... My clothes are messed up, how can I entertain the guests..."
The breeze blows and the cherry blossoms rustle.
There were footsteps on the path next to her, and Kawashima Miji's complaining voice immediately dissipated in the wind.
On such a solemn and solemn day, it would definitely be embarrassing if a guest discovered that she was being frivolous... In a dark and quiet corner, the night cherry blossoms were leisurely open, and Mrs. Mei Ke was kissed on the lips, unable to break away.
Kawashima Miji felt a little aggrieved.
Now she closed her lips tightly, holding on to her temper and refusing Fujiwara Izaya's kiss.
Fujiwara Izaya gasped, then bent down and picked her up sideways, and jumped onto the tree trunk.
"People will see it!" Kawashima Miki scolded with a blush on her face, but her body suddenly came into the air. In order to maintain her balance, she had to use her arms to hook Fujiwara Izaya's neck, "...say it one last time.
, let me go! Otherwise, I really won’t let you in the house tonight.”
Being used to her tough talk, Fujiwara Izaya was not afraid, but actually enjoyed teasing her.
He leaned his back against the tree trunk and put his arms around her waist: "Don't be shy, my Mrs. Meiji."
Kawashima Miji stared at him and gasped.
After a while, she realized that her posture was wrong and she felt like she couldn't get out. She could only cover her flushed face with one hand, "...No! No need to discuss!"
"This gesture is similar to the one I had when I first met you."
Fujiwara Izaya was reminded of happy memories and gently slipped his hand through her clothes.
"Take your hands out!" Kawashima Miji shouted fiercely, but her body did not resist his palm. After a while, she covered her face and shivered, then slowly softened and lay on his side.
His body stopped moving.
Feeling her soft body, Fujiwara Izaya felt warm. He put his lips to her ear and murmured: "I love my Mrs. Meiji so much. I will bully you like this for the rest of my life. You can't run away..."
Kawashima Meiji seemed angry and said nothing.
She was half pushed and half pushed, leaning against her with eyes half closed. She was so beautiful that it was indescribable. There were many things about her that attracted Izaya Fujiwara, such as her beautiful and elegant face, her sexy buttocks, her slender little finger that covered her lips to prevent him from kissing her, and her appearance.
A dissolute but conservative style... When I stared attentively, the scene from the first meeting emerged again.
"Mrs."
Fujiwara Izaya whispered in her ear.
The intimate breath, as if urging her sweetheart to open her eyes, tickled her eardrums.
Kawashima Miji's heart gradually softened, and her voice became soft as she asked: "...Is what you just said true?"
"What?"
"Well, it's just..." Kawashima Miji opened her eyes slightly, looking at the flickering lights in the distance, "You said you would bully me for the rest of your life... is it true, right? You're not trying to coax me?"
"Of course."
"...Didn't you lie to me?"
"I swear in the name of the Great God!" Fujiwara Izaya opened her hand covering her lips.
In the darkness, a delicate blush appeared in front of my eyes. It was the most perfect color in the world. The two faces were almost touching each other, and I could clearly feel each other's breathing and the warmth of the skin.
"Even if you break your oath, the Omikami will not punish you." Kawashima Miji's mouth softened slightly, and one hand was still hooked on his neck, "In short, you are lying and not sincere..."
Fujiwara Izaya put an arm around her waist: "I just lied to you, do you have any objections?"
"I'll bite you to death tonight!" Kawashima Miji put on a fierce expression.
"How about now?"
"Don't even think about it!"
"Ma'am, kiss me!"
"Go ahead and dream!"
Gritting her teeth and cursing with a smile, Kawashima Miji slowly bent over and moved her lips forward...
Following the direction of her lips, Fujiwara Izaya stepped forward and captured her soft lips accurately. Sakura petals were scattered, and her feet were dangling in the air. Those small red embroidered shoes were the symbol of this pure and beautiful girl.
The most beautiful posture of the bride.
After a long time, the lips parted.
"snort!"
A resentful snort came from the tip of Kawashima Meiji's nose.
"Let's go back." Fujiwara Izaya hugged her and came down from the tree.
Under the blue moonlight, Kawashima Miji's delicate and beautiful oval face was slightly red. She looked sideways at Fujiwara Izaya under the moonlight. Her long eyelashes flickered a few times and she called out in a deep voice: "Fujiwara...
"
"Um?"
"Am I too cautious..."
"It's a little bit."
"Would such a eldest lady be incompetent for her job?"
"No way."
"...I'm worried that the servants at home will talk about it."
"What are you thinking about? This is the 21st century. Advocating exclusive love is the correct value. I should be the one being discussed." Fujiwara Izaya hugged her waist and put his free hand on the tip of her nose.
He rubbed his head and said, "Please be cautious all the time. With me as your backing, don't worry about anything. If you feel uncomfortable, just get angry at me. I will change what I can, and let's accommodate each other if I can't."
, let’s make do. Who made us husband and wife, right?”
This little gesture between husband and wife makes Kawashima Meiji feel sweet in her heart.
Her body gradually moved closer to his arms, and she quietly stretched out her fingers to scratch his underside. A happy smile appeared on her lips.
On the second floor terrace, Xia Xili looked over.
Only a rough outline could be seen in the darkness, and she smiled expressionlessly.
The fox follows the fox path.
As long as the hunter lurks in the bushes, he will definitely gain something.
As a fox, she has the eyes of a hunter, knowing that she will be captured by a hunter but still walking on the fox path - Xia Xili thinks this is who she is now.
She is a bad woman.
But even if she is a bad woman, her true nature cannot be exposed.
There are degrees of badness, and being cute is one of the necessary conditions. Xia Xili was silently thinking about how she could trample Xiaolin under her feet and make him lick her toes with a look of reluctance.
Yukino Riho noticed the malicious smile on her aunt's lips.
But she just pretended not to see it.
Unless she is forced to become impatient, Yuki-onna's character will not fight for anything.
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Walking back to the main hall, the banquet is still going on.
Fujiwara Izaya's eyes wandered around the crowd, and he found that in the corner, Dark Crow had already made Takenaka Akihi drunk. From the looks of it, even if he didn't take action, Gouzi could use his beauty to win over this ghost clan.
life.
But even if he doesn't do it himself, he still has other things to do.
Fujiwara Izaya's eyes rolled around, looking for an opportunity to escape.
Of course, Kawashima Miki would not let him out of her sight, and would follow him wherever he went. Just when he was about to forcefully escape, a monster from Hokkaido offered him a treasure.
"Ishikari River God, I present you with a dragon scale! Congratulations to the Nagano Mountain God for your continued blessings——"
Most Japanese river gods are white dragons.
In front of me, the river god from the Ishikari River, the largest river in Hokkaido, peeled off a dragon scale from himself as a gift.
Fujiwara Rin didn't know what the dragon scales were for, and he didn't want to find out now. He gently pushed Kawashima Miji in front of him, and whispered to her: "Who should accept gifts and whose gifts should not be accepted?
It’s up to the madam to make the decision.”
The moment he finished speaking, he flashed and appeared in front of the stairs leading to the second floor.
"..."
Kawashima Miji is full of complaints and has nowhere to vent.
There were guests in front of her, and she couldn't directly chase Fujiwara Izaya and scold her, so she could only put on the dignified demeanor of a mountain god lady to face the waves of guests who came to offer gifts.
Fujiwara Izaya turned back from afar.
Looking at Mrs. Mei Kee who was overwhelmed by the gifts, he felt a burst of happiness from the bottom of his heart.
With such a virtuous wife, I can be the shopkeeper of both hands with peace of mind. From now on, I don’t even have to attend the annual Mountain God Festival in person. I’m so happy.
However, being a two-handed shop owner also has certain risks.
Maybe I have to kneel down on durians at night.
But these are all minor problems. Although Fujiwara Izaya has a lot of shortcomings, his mouth is still sweet enough, and he is guaranteed to be able to lick Mrs. Miji to the point where she will be so happy that she won't be able to vent her anger at all.
When we got to the second floor, a maid came over immediately.
"Mrs. Fuka-Eri is here, sir. Please follow me."
Fujiwara Izaya followed the maid and came to a room with a closed door.
The handle of the door was uniformly printed with patterns of chrysanthemums and clouds. He stretched out his hand and pulled it. In an instant, orange hair that was so bright that it almost burned appeared in his sight.
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Kasahara Fuka-Eri is very troubled now.
Troubles are of course private worries, and they are relatively unfamiliar experiences for her right now. Ever since she found out that her mother had followed her here, she felt that she had violated her promise to keep secrets with Fujiwara Izaya.
My heart is always filled with confusion and guilt.
Later, under the instigation of her mother, she got married in a daze.
Now thinking about the wedding during the day, she still felt blushing. But blushing all the time was not a solution. All she could do was suppress her shyness and try to think of countermeasures.
But no matter what she thinks, the thoughts running through uukanshuwww.uukanshu.com's mind are all annoying emotions such as "I would have never come here if I had known", or "I would have run away when I got married" and other annoying emotions.
.
In the long life of a monster, many things are unpredictable.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri also understood that regret was a very useless emotion, but when she was thinking about countermeasures, she couldn't think of anything except pouting and blaming herself for not having the foresight and being naive.
What made her even more embarrassed was that she didn't know how to face Fujiwara Izaya.
On the one hand, he was ashamed and felt that he had been sorry for himself; on the other hand, he had become a soul after all and didn't know how to get along with him in the future.
You can't pretend to be real. Just close your eyes tonight and accept it as if you were bitten by him.
That's really ridiculous.
Not to mention the relationship between a man and a woman with him, she has not yet thought about taking on the responsibility of being a wife... To be honest, how could she, a monster who can't even laugh, do this!
"ah--"
Kasahara Fukaeri was a little crazy.
“What should I do——”
She scratched her hair, her expression filled with confusion and resentment that she had never seen before.
At this moment, the door suddenly opened, and she subconsciously turned her head to look over.
Fujiwara Izaya clasped his hands behind his back and approached her step by step: "It's time to settle the score with you."
When he said this, his eyes flashed with malice, and the smile on his lips was very frivolous.
"It's terrible..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri's face was filled with catastrophic panic. She seemed to feel the weight of the entire mountain, pressing towards her with a heavy and clear momentum.