Anshan Qingya's hometown is in Kyoto. According to his lifetime will, his body was given a state funeral held by the National Council of Ministers and then transferred back to his hometown and buried together with Qinghime's grandmother, Anshan Qingtiao.
"When I die in the future, I will be buried with Xuezi."
Yuxian Zhisheng thought so while walking.
Is it really possible?
He suddenly remembered a movie he had seen before. The male protagonist was separated by many women after his death because he was too passionate. Some people wanted his arms, some wanted his thighs, and another woman used scissors to...
....
Suddenly I felt a shudder.
No, don’t, don’t want that kind of thing... If it doesn’t work, you have to wait at least ten years after my death!
Anzan Kiyohime's voice just now still echoed in my ears.
"Then, wait for me for a while?"
"Yu Xianjun, I will wait for you until you come." She said cheerfully.
The girl has an innocent mind, so this sentence has no other meaning, but for a boy, to get such an answer from her, even as a friend, he can feel her unabashed joy.
Anzan Kiyohime's hometown is not far away from Kiyomizu-dera Temple. After leaving Fushimi Inari Taisha Shrine, Uzuru Kosei arrived nearby by car in half an hour.
Through the car window, you can already see the girl standing at the entrance of Kiyomizu Temple, scanning the cars passing by one after another. As long as the person getting out of the car is not Yuzuru, you can feel it from a distance of ten meters.
Her loss.
Should it be said that it was because of her keen senses? As soon as Yu Xian's childish car came into her sight, her clear eyes stared at it motionlessly.
Until Yu Xianzhisheng opened the car door, she screamed and ran over happily. Ansanji, who was standing next to her and wanted to stop his daughter, could not stop her from being happy.
"Finally we meet again, Yuxian-kun."
The sky was clear, and on this autumn day when all things in nature were withered, Yu Xianzhisheng heard the joyful voice of spring from her voice.
This beautiful figure jumped happily to his side.
The last time I saw her, she was wearing a beautiful kimono. Today she is wearing modern and trendy clothes, giving people an indescribable sense of beauty.
Under the knee-length red plaid skirt, there is a pair of straight white calves, wearing pure white stockings. The edges of the socks sink slightly into the flesh. The skirt dances with the wind, outlining her increasingly contoured buttocks.
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On the left side of the snow-white shirt is a pink Hello Kitty kitten woven with colorful embroidery. Her long black hair falls on her slightly bulging chest, making people feel her bright and cute appearance.
Like last time, she reluctantly held Yu Xian's childish arm, and puffed up her cheeks in fear, as if she was afraid that if she let go, he would run away.
As a father, Anshanji felt mixed emotions.
Before Anshan Kiyohime saw Yu Xian's child, that happy position had always belonged to him.
Mrs. Cai next to her was smiling happily.
To use a common saying, it probably goes like this: "If a girl doesn't stay in college, the more she stays, the more she will become an enemy." This is the expression of happiness she once again found on her daughter's face after Qing Ji's grandfather passed away.
"It's the first time Yuzuru-kun comes to Kyoto. I want to play with him in Kiyomizu Temple for a while. Is that okay?"
The two walked up to the parents, and Anshan Kiyohime solemnly requested.
She looked at Ansanji pitifully, thinking that if he didn't agree, she would have no choice but to use the trick of rolling around. She learned this trick from TV dramas and had never dared to use it on her father.
Although it might be embarrassing to see so many people coming and going, I really couldn't care about anything at this time.
Ansanji shook his head and persuaded softly: "Qingji, Zhisheng has to prepare for the competition recently and is very busy. Let's not waste his time."
Anzan Kiyohime instantly lost her color and turned into a blank doll.
"It's okay, I'm actually fine." Yu Xian said with a naive smile.
You kid! Ansanji raised his eyebrows slightly. You are good and I am not good, understand?
Yuxian lowered his head and pretended not to see it.
"Hey, hubby, let them play." Mrs. Cai poked An Sanji in the waist, "It's hard for Qing Ji to be so happy."
"Yes, yes, I am finally so happy!" Anshan Kiyohime said.
"Me too." Yuxian said calmly.
Who cares about you brat?
In Ansanji's heart, he was a young boy in the literary club, but outside, he was just a handsome boy who threatened his family's status as a younger brother.
But my wife had given orders, so I could only act like a turtle. Ansanji took a painful breath and nodded: "Come back quickly, don't delay others' work."
"Okay!" Ansanji jumped up. She jumped up, kissed Ansanji on the face, and said loudly: "Thank you, father!"
"Thank you, father..." Yu Xian almost said it right.
When the element was noticed, Ansanji was suddenly startled, and quickly cast a sharp look, only to see that Anshan Qiyuhime had already pulled this kid away.
Until the figure of the boy and girl completely disappeared into the scenery.
An Sanji turned around, sighed, and asked softly: "Honey, aren't you worried at all?"
"What are you worried about?" Mrs. Cai asked.
"Um...Qing Ji, it's almost time for love between a man and a woman to sprout." An Sanji didn't dare to say it directly, for fear of being too painful in his heart, so he could only express it tactfully.
He has never forgotten that after the game that day, as the loser of the bet, Dan Shenghuazhi's face was covered with bastards.
"Ah, you are worried about this, but there is nothing to worry about." Mrs. Cai said with a smile, "Qingji just regarded him as an elder brother. I don't think it is the appearance of such an outstanding boy in her life.
It's a bad thing, she will have a higher standard when choosing boyfriends in the future."
"But what if there is no one higher than him?" Ansanji asked.
"Qingji must come back to China with me. There is no possibility between them." Mrs. Cai blinked, as if she thought Ansanji said something very funny.
This is true.
Cai Zilan very much hopes that Anshan Qingji will marry in China when she grows up.
Ansanji also agrees with this.
After the death of Ansan Cheong-ah, the pillar of the Literary Society, the National Council of Ministers publicly granted a state funeral, but secretly began to suppress the Literary Society.
The Literary Society has held the power of public opinion for so long that even the National Council of Ministers is afraid. Now is the best opportunity for the female general to eat away at this power, and she will not let this opportunity go.
Once the female general takes control of the literary club, the next plan should be to cleanse the Yuan family.
By then, the entire power center in Tokyo will be in extreme chaos.
It is the best choice for Anshan Kiyohime to marry abroad, where it is extremely safe.
"Oh right."
Mrs. Cai suddenly remembered something and suddenly asked, "Is this the young man you asked someone to check before?"
"Yes." An Sanji nodded.
"Have you found anything?" Mrs. Cai encrypted the message in Chinese.
"No."
Ansanji instantly switched to fluent Chinese and followed the encryption: "I made use of all my contacts. It is not an exaggeration to say that I conducted a blanket search all over Japan, but I did not find any clues."
"It's strange that there are no clues. Someone deliberately concealed his life experience?" Cai Zilan said.
"This is the second possibility." An Sanji said softly.
"What's the first one?"
"He is really an orphan, abandoned by his parents, and even his parents are no longer alive."
"I don't think he looks like it." Mrs. Cai shook her head.
"That's the second possibility." Ansanji said.
"But... you can hide a person's life experience to the point where even you can't find it. The only person who has the power to do this is the Minister of State, right?" Cai Zilan looked at him.
Ansanji was silent for a while and nodded slightly.
"Could he be the son of a female general?" Cai Zilan teased.
"I had made such a guess, but I quickly denied it." An Sanji shook his head, "It's impossible. How could a female general be willing to put her son in an orphanage?"
"Maybe it's a chess piece placed by the female general in the world?" Mrs. Cai asked.
"It's impossible. The chess piece is destined to be as mediocre as a mortal before the age of eighteen. His behavior is completely unlike a chess piece."
"That's the chess player?"
"You mean a chess player like Kame no Ruri?"
"Yes, hasn't the Literary Club been cooperating with the monastery she leads?"
"It's even more impossible. If he were a chess player, he wouldn't have any usable chess pieces." An Sanji said softly.
"I'm just saying, is there such a possibility? Suppose he is both a chess piece and a chess player. You see, he is already close to the literary club and has a close relationship with the princess of the Yuan family. When he is eighteen years old,
The female general will personally take him back to the family, and then the two major powers will be captured by the female general without any effort."
An Shanzhi was stunned for a moment, and then a chill surged up his spine, which penetrated into his bones.
Mrs. Cai noticed his nervousness and comforted him with a soft smile: "I'm just joking, don't take it too seriously."
But Ansanji couldn't help but care.
If this hypothesis is true and the female general's plan will be seamless, then her suppression of the two major forces is most likely just a show on the surface, and the real chess piece has quietly integrated into the whirlpool of power.
The two top forces in Tokyo are both looking for future leaders to fight against the female general's purge. If the person they find is a chess piece arranged by the female general in advance...
"But there is a very critical issue." Anshanji suppressed the fear in his heart, "The chess piece cannot know that he is a chess piece, so why is he trying so hard to gain power?"
"Why did you take over the literary club back then?" Mrs. Cai asked.
"To protect you, there is also Qing Ji."
"What if the child also has someone he desperately wants to protect?" Mrs. Cai said.
"Miyamoto Yukiko?" Ansanji's heart trembled even more.
"The only daughter of the Miyamoto family? What happened to her?" Mrs. Cai asked in confusion.
"If he is really a chess piece, and the female general intends to do so, then Miyamoto Yukiko should be the person he desperately wants to protect. The female general has always been fascinated by power. If she sets up a plan to destroy Miyamoto Yukiko's family, let
The lonely child met her and asked her to shoulder the debt..."
"He gave birth to the power to move forward." Mrs. Cai said slowly, quite surprised in her words.
"But this is too much of a coincidence. Isn't she afraid that Yukiko Miyamoto will commit suicide?" Mrs. Cai asked again.
"No, if she dies, there should be the next 'Miyamoto Yukiko' who will meet him at a certain place until he is willing to move forward." Ansanji said softly, "There are many chess pieces in the hands of female generals.
"
The wind blew in front of the two of them, picking up the withered leaves on the ground.
It was originally just Mrs. Cai's unintentional joke, but it was so shocking.
If all this is true, then the horror of the female general is far beyond their imagination.
If it weren't for today's accidental guess, they might have been kept in the dark their whole lives and never realized the female general's mastery of power.
"But in the final analysis, it's just a guess." Mrs. Cai said softly, "And even if this is really the female general's plan, there's no telling whether it will come true in the end."
"What do you mean?" An Sanji asked.
"Do you think that child would really give up what he has in his hands?"
"If he has the same cold blood flowing in his body as hers."
"This era has become darker and darker under the control of the female general. If he really stands on the side of justice, who will devour whom in the end?"
"But that was his mother."
"But she doesn't regard him as her son. She has been using him. Even the people he cherishes the most are just props arranged by her."
"Should I tell this conjecture to my child in advance?"
"No, no need. First of all, this is just a conjecture. If it were true, wouldn't it be a good thing?" Mrs. Cai said with a smile.
"How can this be a good thing?" An Sanji frowned.
"The female general's husband is from Hong Kong, China. You still remember it? I remember it was mentioned in an article in the Tokyo Daily a long time ago." Cai Zilan said seriously and poked An Sanji in the waist with his elbow.
An Sanji was silent for a while and nodded: "It's true."
"That report was published when the female general came to the throne, but in just one morning, the State Council sent a senior official to inform us to completely destroy the newspaper."
"So, why don't you think about it differently? If he has Chinese blood in his body, that would be great. Qingji will not have to worry about getting married in the future. She has been clamoring to marry a Chinese since she was a child."
"Besides, if he is the son of a female general, it would be safest for Qingji to stay by his side, right?"
...
"Yu Xian-kun, can I lend you your shoulder?"
When passing by a beautiful place with clusters of red weeping cherry blossoms, Anzan Kiyohime stopped and asked cautiously.
"Okay." Yu Xian nodded naively.
Anshan Kiyohime walked over step by step, and gently knocked her head into his arm. First she sobbed slowly, then she lost control of her emotions, and in the end, she gradually burst into tears.
Ansanji never let her come into contact with outside affairs, but how could she not understand the power struggle in the outside world? Girls are born with a delicate mind. After knowing that her grandfather passed away, the pressure on the Anshan family increased sharply every day.
But as the little princess of the Anshan family, she couldn't do anything.
"My parents thought I didn't understand anything, but actually I understand everything."
Anzan Kiyohime was in his arms, tears welling up: "Yu Xian-kun, it would be great if I were a boy like you, so they wouldn't be so tired trying to protect the family."
Yu Xianzhisheng patted her back gently, feeling the white shirt in the school uniform, which gradually became wet with her tears.
"It's not your fault." He comforted softly.
She usually keeps these words in her heart, and doesn't dare to tell her parents, so she can only regard herself as the only person to confide in. How long has she kept these sorrows and sorrows in her heart.
When the girl had cried enough, she reluctantly stood up and coughed heavily, with snot and tears hanging dirty on her beautiful face.
Yu Xian took out a handkerchief, like an older brother, and gently wiped it for her.
Everyone has their own pain, but humans are creatures who seek hope in pain. Night and day alternate in the world, and so do people's sadness and happiness.
No matter what, Yu Xianzhisheng hopes that she can live a happier life, just like protecting Miyamoto Yukiko, he also hopes that her beauty can continue and never end.
"If you don't mind, how about I protect you from now on?" Yuxian Zhisheng wiped it and comforted him with a smile in the tone of an elder brother.
"No, I don't want to cause trouble to Yuxian-kun." Anshan Kiyohime shook her nose desperately.
"Actually, it's not a big deal." Yu Xian smiled naively and shrugged his shoulders, "Isn't it just the pressure from the National Council of Ministers? I can handle it for the Literary Society."
Anshan Kiyohime broke down in tears and laughed. Maybe she was amused by his words, or maybe she felt Yu Xian's naive tenderness towards her. Her smile was very nice and beautiful.
