The rest said: "I just think it looks pretty when you smile."
Ranmaru
Ranmaru X has the cuteness and confidence of a little girl.
The rest said: "I mean when you smile, you feel carefree, and I feel inexplicably at ease. No matter what, it's always a good thing to smile more."
"Uh-huh!"
Izumo Aguo nodded and said: "My dear, you are right, after all, a smile can illuminate life!"
As a wandering singing and dancing artist, the thing Izumo Aguo hates the most is crying faces. She hopes that the crying people will smile. Perhaps this is also the case. She only thinks about it when she sees the lonely ones who seem to be ready to cry at any time. Use your own performance to make him smile.
Looking at the corners of the young man's raised mouth and the reflection in his eyes, Izumo Aguo said happily: "You seem to be a lot more cheerful now."
She frowned slightly and said angrily: "My dear before, you have such a bad look on your face. I can't wait to give Ah Guo a lesson with my fist~"
The girl said this and showed a bright smile.
"Really?" Ranmaru
The rest said: "I can't help it. After all, I have received the best gift from Aguo. I can't help but put on a sad face anymore."
"best gift?"
Ranmaru X tilted his head, a little confused.
Izumo Aguo blinked. She couldn't think of what she had given the boy for a moment. Then, a gentle voice like a spring breeze came into her ears.
"That's the smile that likes people." He raised his passionate eyes, reflecting the appearance of his lover, which moved the witch who had seen the landscape and the human world.
"When I see Miss Aguo's smile, no matter how heartless a person is, I can't help but smile."
The affectionate spring water poured into her heart, and Izumo Aguo's ears were flushed, but she pretended to be calm.
"This is really a rare love story! Ah Guo will write it into the next performance~"
As she said this, she made up her mind to delete the boy's words from the script. She was a little stingy and didn't want them to share this joy.
Ranmaru X laughed and said, "Ranmaru's smile is also great!"
She was as cheerful as ever and spoke in a nonchalant way. In any case, everyone was talking so easily.
……
The village under the mountain.
In a dilapidated house, three girls were sitting in the yard, chatting softly. There were often shadows of will-o'-wisps in the yard, like maids, cleaning up the desolate yard.
"Ah~ Yuyu hates this kind of shabby place." Yang Yuhuan seemed to be a softened cat, with his upper body spread out on the table.
Okita Souji smiled and said: "It feels like Sister Yuyu seems to be a little careless about her image."
Yang Yuhuan sighed: "After all, Yuyu's ugly behavior has been seen by the two sisters. So, it's better to relax a little~?"
Hearing this, Miyamoto Musashi smiled like a fool and joked: "I thought you were the very skilled type, but I didn't expect you to be completely incompetent."
Yang Yuhuan blushed and muttered: "The Emperor is too brave, Yuyu seems unable to serve him properly..."
She whimpered, showing a hint of worry.
"Yuyu won't be disliked! No!"
"Yuyu doesn't want to experience that kind of experience of being driven away by the Emperor...crying..."
Souji Okita smiled and said: "Don't worry! If Mr. Yu dares to dislike Sister Yuyu, Miss Okita will definitely use a knife to make him sincerely repent~"
"Would that be bad..." Yang Yuhuan was a little worried.
Musashi joked: "In that case, you can also use other methods. Occasionally Musashi himself wants to be on top."
The girls thus began their private conversation in the boudoir.
During this chat, Yang Yuhuan suddenly felt sleepy.
In the blink of an eye, she couldn't even raise her eyelids and fell asleep on the spot...
Half asleep and half awake, Yang Yuhuan heard the sound of rain, accompanied by dull thunder.
Then Yang Yuhuan looked surprised, because she found that she was standing in a strange pavilion.
It was pouring rain outside the pavilion, and thunder was rolling in the air.
Yang Yuhuan's face was a little ugly, and her heart kept beating, but she still mustered up the courage to look into the distance, and what she saw was a field of lilies in full bloom.
The two colors of black and white are intertwined like brocade felt, almost surging in bloom.
Their branches and leaves, which should have been emerald green, were all gray and black in the rain.
Only the gorgeous flowers are not affected at all, they are still full of energy, blooming in bright black, purple and white.
Yang Yuhuan stared at the lilies for a moment. Suddenly, as if aware of something, he cast his gaze further away. On the edge of the raging lilies, a delicate figure suddenly crawled.
The figure held a brush in his hand and a paintbrush in his mouth. He seemed to be a crazy painter, painting on the her brush and splash of ink, lilies bloom.
It turns out that everything here was drawn by her.
As if aware of Yang Yuhuan's gaze, the other party stopped the brush in his hand and slowly raised his head.
The plain white cheeks, beautiful and soft eyebrows, and the comfortable smile on the lips add a touch of playfulness to the painter's quiet temperament.
She raised her face and looked through the large lilies to Yang Yuhuan in the pavilion.
At this moment, the girl suddenly spoke, her red lips slightly opened.
"At critical moments, you can hide in the coffin..."
The delicate painting girl behind seemed to say something else, but Yang Yuhuan had difficulty hearing it clearly, so Yang Yuhuan listened intently.
I could only vaguely hear a few words, such as "out" and "road".
Suddenly, Yang Yuhuan woke up suddenly and looked around blankly.
I saw Souji and Musashi standing at the door, both of them looking up at the seemed to sense Yang Yuhuan waking up, so they turned around and spoke one after another.
"You woke up, it's already the second day!"
"Sister Yuyu, during the nap time, day and night have already changed for a while."
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Ps: Just like the title, I can’t find the lily picture Katsushika should be in, but it shouldn’t matter.
After all, what she is best at is women's picture scrolls.
Because you look lonely: Chapter 2 You are definitely not that kind of bad person
The village under the mountain.
"It's really interesting. It's only been three hours, and the sun has set and risen again." In front of the house, Musashi looked at the sky and whispered to himself.
Yang Yuhuan said: "It looks a bit like a drama, changing from one scene to the next."
On the other side, Okita Souji ended his conversation with the children in the village and slowly approached, looking a little unnatural.
"Some of these villagers said they were unaware of the incident, while others seemed to want to hint at something."
Hearing this, Musashi frowned, and she was a little angry.
Just because the people in this village, no matter men, women, old or young, all have a hint of numbness in their eyes.
"Anyway, since it's 'tomorrow', the so-called funeral should also begin."
The three of them walked towards the center of the village while exchanging information.
It was a house close to a hill, surrounded by desolation and nothing. The courtyard was made of stones, but it was only chest high. Standing outside the courtyard, you could clearly see the situation inside the courtyard.
Standing at the door was an old man with a sad look on his face. He was wearing short brown clothes that were barely new and wore sandals. When he saw the three people arriving, his expression changed slightly, revealing a hint of sadness, as if he was looking at the child who had fallen into the water. , but there is nothing I can do.
Immediately the old man's complexion returned to normal and he was amiable.
Although his expression only changed in an instant, it was still captured by the servants. The eyes of the girls present were slightly focused. They knew very well that these villagers had a little bit of themselves, but they couldn't help themselves.
The three of them didn't make things difficult for him.
Musashi is a kind person, but Yang Yuhuan doesn't want to leave a bad impression on the two sisters. As for Okita Souji, if she is the only one, she doesn't mind giving the old man in front of her a big memory restoration technique.
Just like she saw in the Shinsengumi.
The old man, who was still unaware of his situation, just said kindly: "I am the village chief of Xiaojiangshan Village. I am a foreigner. What can I do?"
Miyamoto Musashi laughed and said: "Sir, we have come all the way to live in your village, so naturally we have to thank you."
Upon hearing this, Yang Yuhuan called out the Flame Maid, took out a piece of gold from the Xingxiu Harem, and delivered it to the old man.
"If you're bothering me, I'd like to ask my husband to deal with it."
The old man frowned and said: "Our village is located in a remote area. Basically, people barter. People come here occasionally. Although some people exchanged some precious metals in the past, they were all buried in the soil in the end."
"This thing is really useless, girls, you should take it back."
Hearing this, Musashi narrowed his eyes slightly.
From the old man's words, it seemed that he was reminding them intentionally or unintentionally that they were not the first people to enter the village, and the word "buried in the soil" also had a profound meaning.
Miyamoto Musashi pondered for a while, raised his head, and said sincerely: "If there is anything we can do to help, just tell us and we will do our best to help."
"The village has always been self-sufficient, and it lacks nothing on weekdays." The old man pondered for a moment, and then said, "But today there is a funeral, but everything is lacking..."
"What we lack most right now is a musician."
The old man lowered his head and thought, with a sad look on his face, "I'm sorry, just pretend I didn't say that."
"When the time comes, all you have to do is show off. There are no vocal requirements. I just violated some taboos... Oh, girls are not afraid of taboos."
The old man said this, his tone seemed to be lamenting, but Musashi and Okita Souji heard a hint of the meaning behind the words.
"------"
Miyamoto Musashi suddenly looked solemn because she could see the abnormal movement of the old man's throat in front of her. Then the old man coughed unbearably and said with a wry smile: "I'll make you laugh. That's what happens when people get old."
Musashi and Okita Souji looked at each other and nodded at the same time.
"We understand my father-in-law's kindness." Musashi smiled softly, "But we are not ordinary people. It is our duty to defeat evil spirits. Let us leave the music master's affairs to us."
"If there are other matters, we will not refuse."
After speaking, Chief Okita and Yang Yuhuan also nodded.
Seeing them like this, the old man didn't say much. He just sighed and said: "This will trouble the girls. There is also an embalmer at the entrance of the village who may need to put makeup on the deceased. If you are willing, you can also go find her."
"It's just that she has experienced too much and may not want to say more. If I offend, please forgive me."
Musashi nodded slightly and took the opportunity to say: "By the way, I still don't know who the victim is. When I went there, what could I say?"
"..."
The old man showed a strange expression when he heard this and sighed, "She is the noble girl from the mountain."
This sentence was spoken in the dialect of Jiangnan Province. The girls present had both the knowledge of language given by the world and the ability of "Thousand Words", so they could naturally understand it.
I just felt that the other person’s tone was vague.
"Noble girl" sounds like "ghost girl".
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A village by the river.
A mansion decorated with lights and colorful decorations was filled with excited people, who seemed to be looking forward to the wedding banquet.
In the main room, the rest was wearing a Tang-style wedding dress, sitting cross-legged, holding her cheeks with her palms, watching not far away, Izumo Aguo was performing in the white snow, and a sad tone came from her mouth.
Shidouchi was sitting next to a white bear in the audience. The white bear's constant breathing created an icy and snowy effect on the stage.
Ranmaru
Apparently only three hours had passed, but the sun set and rose again, and the wedding day suddenly came.
Izumo Aguo was very interested, so he performed a performance.
It's her new idea, roughly the so-called tragedy of the wandering girl.
It tells the story of a wandering girl who was married into a home by a ruthless man, but was rejected by the man's sister for her low status. Later, she was gradually alienated by her husband because she could not give birth to children.
When her husband married another woman, he died alone in the freezing cold wind, lamenting that all men in the world were ruthless and lamenting how cruel the world was to women.
