Vol 5 Chapter 3: Onmyoji

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"Depending on your dress, you are not from here, did you come from Tang Tu?" He pointed at me with a cypress fan.
"It's your business." I shoved him, and suddenly felt a pain in my leg. I looked down quickly. It turned out that the dress on the lower leg was broken by the oxcart somehow, and there was some blood on the white skin. As soon as I looked up to see that he was watching there, I hurriedly put my hand to cover it, glared at him, and said, "Don't look at it!"
There was a funny look on his face, saying: "It's better to go to my mansion to change clothes."
I glanced at him. When I was an idiot, who didn't know that the noble sons of the Heian era were romantic, if I went to his house, who would know if there would be any danger.
"No, thank you for your kindness." I deliberately bitten the word "goodwill", just turned around and wanted to leave, and suddenly thought of something else, and turned around, looking at him and said: "You know He Maozhong Where is the mansion?"
He was obviously taken aback, his face narrowed, and he fixed his eyes on me without saying a word.
"I don't know why."
I just wanted to go, but heard him whisper: "Are you specifically coming to Lord He Mao from Tang Tu?"
I nodded.
An impenetrable look flashed in his eyes, "So, come with me."
"I..." I hesitated, whether I believed him or not, but looking at his expression just now, it seemed that I really knew something. Forget it, anyway, I will also spell, if he does not go, in case he said it is true, then I did not miss it.
I looked at him and got into his bullock cart, and there was a faint fragrance of the early spring candied plum. By the way, the nobles of the Heian era like incense, and the incense is different according to the season. This man does not know where his son is, it is quite exquisite.
Along the way, the man just looked out the window thoughtfully and said nothing.
The oxcart gradually stopped, and the curtain lifted, and he got off the car gracefully. He was about to help me. I waved my hand and jumped down. The corner of his mouth flicked up, and suddenly he reached for the man driving the car, and the man disappeared immediately and turned into a spell with the Big Dipper on it.
"Ah!" Suddenly a special occupation emerged in my mind. I pointed at him and asked in disbelief: "You, are you Onmyoji?"
He glanced at me sideways, "Why not?"
I shook my head, "I think you are more like the kind that was collected by Onmyoji."
He laughed and took me into the mansion.
The mansion is quiet and elegant. The cherry and maple trees in the courtyard are entwined with green vines. Under the tree is a cluster of silver money flowers, butterfly flowers, daisy grass, and some unspeakable flowers. The pink cherry blossom petals and light purple wisteria petals fall on the corridor with the wind, people can't bear to step on it.
I followed him to the door of a room on the left. He knelt down by the sliding door and said softly: "My father, I brought a guest. I came in."
As he slowly opened the sliding door, there was a middle-aged man in a white kimono sitting in the room. I couldn't help but stunned. His eyebrows were somewhat similar to Sha Luo. Is this He Maozhong?
I was agitated, and the man was a little surprised when he saw me.
"Master Father, this young lady came from Tang Tu to look for Master Uncle." The handsome electric eye boy who brought me said respectfully.
Uncle? I was shocked. Are they relatives with He Maozhong?
"What?" The middle-aged man's face changed dramatically.
I hesitated: "Are you?"
"I am He Maozhong, and He Maozhong you are looking for is also my brother." The middle-aged man stared at me firmly.
I was so happy in my heart that I quickly pulled out the piece of Gouyu. He Maozhong saw the piece of Gouyu, and his expression was suddenly excited, and he grabbed me, "Here, this is the heirloom of our He Mao family, you, you are sand Luo?"
I froze, just about to shake my head to explain, he had put me in his arms, choked with sobs: "Sharo, you are Sharo, you are your brother's daughter in Tang Tu... Sharo, so good."
"So, loyal and adult?" I asked hurriedly, and could not deny it.
His expression dimmed at once, "Brother, he has passed away."
"Ah!" I lost my voice. "I passed away, how could it be!" My heart was in confusion, how could this be the case, so I promised that Sharo's things could not be done?
"That, actually I'm not sand..."
"Sharo, I know you must be sad, but since you are here, I will treat you like your own daughter, so you can live here with peace of mind." He interrupted me and pointed to the handsome guy with electric eyes , Said, "This is my eldest son Bao Xian, and then your brother."
He Maozhongxing, He Maobaoxian, I repeated these two names in my mind, and suddenly I woke up like a dream. No wonder I think this surname is so familiar. The Hemao family is a well-known Onmyoji family in the Heian era.
Unexpectedly, Sha Luo actually had such a deep relationship with the Onmyoji family. Thinking of this, if I want to deny it, I will be blocked back somehow. There are many opportunities for Onmyoji to enter the palace. Perhaps, I will make the mistake. Living here will make it easier for me to complete the task.
Sorry, Sharo. I need to finish the task as soon as possible and go back.
"So, from today on, you will be called He Mao Sha Luo, live in uncle's house with peace of mind." Zhong Xing smiled slightly.
"Thank you—Master Uncle." I nodded gently.
I couldn't sleep at night. My heart was filled with guilt, posing as Shalo, and I didn't make the promise to her. After tossing and turning many times, I came to the courtyard in a single coat.
The monks in the courtyard rhythmically made a sound of striking the stone, and the air seemed to be filled with a faint smell of grass with dew. When I closed my eyes and breathed heavily, a scent of residual plum scented into my nose, this scent...
"Can't sleep? Charo?" A low voice sounded behind me.
I turned around, and an ice-blue figure came into my eyes, as if it was my famous brother, He Maobaoxian. It seems that he has just returned from a lover night tour.
"Hey, does Onmyoji also have a lover?" I couldn't help but blurt out.
He raised his eyebrows obliquely, and the enchanting eyes waved, "Onmyoji is also a man, why can't there be a lover?"
"No, it seems to me that Onmyoji teachers should be cold and refusing to be thousands of miles away. It's really rare for you like you." I explained.
"Leng Bingbing?" He thought about it thoughtfully, "It seems that there is one in our house like this Onmyoji."
"Hey, can I ask a question?" I changed the subject, and now I am not interested in knowing who the cold Onmyoji is.
"Hello?" He raised the corner of his mouth, stretched out his fan and knocked on my head, laughing, "You are very impolite, Sharo, at least you have to shout brother."
"Brother...brother." I shouted reluctantly.
He nodded in satisfaction.
"He Mao-how did my father die?" I asked in a low voice.
The smile gradually disappeared on his beautiful face, "When I was young, I heard from my family that Uncle Uncle fell in love with a Tang girl while traveling in Tang Tu. Because Tang Tu was in chaos at that time, Grandma Master pretended to be seriously ill because of concerns about Uncle. I deceived Uncle Master back. When Uncle Master came back and knew that he was deceived, he would naturally go back immediately. At that time, we all knew that Uncle had a daughter named Tang Luo in Tang Tu. The grandmother imprisoned Uncle in a rage, and later my father helped Uncle escaped from the mansion and asked him to take a boat to Tang Tu."
He paused and said, "But I didn't expect that the ship was hit by a shipwreck..."
It turned out to be the case. It turned out that Sharo's father was not a heartbroken person. He always wanted to return to them, just...
Sharo, your father never forgot you, Sharo, have you heard? You will be very happy. My heart burst into excitement, my nose started to panic acid, and I bowed my head.
"Sharo?" he asked, leaning his head down.
"I'm so happy..." I couldn't speak because of excessive emotion. Sharo, have you heard? It turns out that your father has never forgotten your mother, has not forgotten you, your father has been thinking about you...
A trace of pity suddenly flashed in Baoxian's enchanted eyes, reaching for me in his arms and whispering in my ear: "Poor boy."
I was taken aback for a moment, and I came back, "I'm your sister, don't try to take advantage of me."
"Take advantage?" He froze for a moment, suddenly lowered his head suddenly, almost hit my nose. When I raised my eyes, his eyes flashed a dazzling light, as if turned into many small hooks, scrambling to hook the soul.
So beautiful eyes, I can't help but secretly praise. Amazed, my hand pushed him away mercilessly. He seemed a little surprised, and Hei Ruzi's eyes smiled lightly and teased, "You are the first woman who can push me away under my gaze."
"Don't be so stinky." I dismissed my lips in disapproval. How many beautiful men from China and foreign countries have seen this girl have gone, how can it be so inconclusive, "I see more handsome guys. You, I will score a seven , Huh." I flicked my hair and walked to my room without looking back.
I don’t know what the expression of Bao Xian is, but it must be very unpleasant.
Back in the room, I leaned on the sliding door and let out a little sigh of relief. I felt the Gouyu in my arms and smiled, Sha Luo. Now, your family of three must be reunited in another world.
The next day, as soon as I got up, I came in with several maids, and draped curtains and curtains in my house. "What is this for?" I asked sleepily.
One of the women in the red plume coat smiled at me and said softly, "Miss Charlotte, my lord told me, from today, I will teach you the etiquette of various nobles. The first thing is you From now on you need to talk to them behind the curtain. Come, please come."
"Ah!" I stayed there. By the way, how can I forget that the aristocratic women of the Heian era need to talk to men behind the curtains, even for fathers and brothers. Although the Onmyoji teacher held by He Maozhong was from five official positions, he had always been favored by the Emperor Murakami and was often summoned by the Emperor. His identity was naturally not low.
Looking at the gorgeous clothes of these women, and the three-foot blue silk dragged on the ground, I couldn't help but faint for a while. Is this the twelve singles in the legend?
As far as I know, the twelve singles are composed of tang suits, skirts, tops, jerseys, and singles. Of course, small sleeves are also worn in the singles. Among them is a layer of five layers of thin shirts of different colors. Really It's tedious.
After washing, Aqiu also ordered people to bring a set of twelve singles that imitated the tender willow color with a delicate vine flower pattern. With the help of four maids, I barely put it on. Oh my god, it's so heavy, I can't move anymore, and I feel like I'm walking around with the quilt on my back. "Qiu Ji, can you wear less?" I asked bitterly.
"Normally you can dress, just remove the sash and Tang clothing." A Qiu smiled.
As soon as I heard it, the burden was lightened. I quickly signaled my maid to come over and give me the clothes and Tang clothing.
Not long after, my stomach began to fight against me. I laughed and asked, "Aqiu, can you have breakfast first?"
A Qiu glanced at me lightly and said, "Miss Charo, I don't know what your habits were when you were in Tang, but here, people with identity generally only use meals twice a day. It's not time yet."
"What!" I was shocked. I only used two meals a day. Isn't this mandatory weight loss? "Me, I'm not someone with identity, can I have three meals a day?" I whispered.
"Ms. Sharoo, please pay attention to your words and deeds. Your father He Maoda received words from three of them before his life. Say, while handing me a plain white bat fan, said, "If you encounter an unexpected situation, you should use a fan to cover your face, or use the sleeves. In short, don't let other men See your face easily."
I reluctantly took the fan and covered it.
"That won't work, Miss Charo. When holding the fan, you should hold the lower part of the fan with your right hand, so that the tip of the fan is slightly inclined upward; the left hand is held in the middle, the thumb is up, and the four fingers are down. That's it." She corrected my smile with a smile. posture.
I said depressively: "Can I see my uncle?"
"Master He Mao and the son entered the palace early in the morning." Her voice was gentle.
Enter the palace? I suddenly thought of Princess Wen Che, and quickly asked: "Oh, do you know Princess Wen Che?"
A Qiu nodded and said, "Concubine Wen Che is the most favored concubine on the Lord today. Who doesn't know her? Plus she just had a pregnant baby, the grace is even more luscious."
"What, she just got pregnant with a dragon tire?" I was relieved and I couldn't help feeling depressed. In this case, it is not necessary to wait for her to give birth to the prince before the task can be completed. Wouldn't it be a few months to wait?
"Also, Miss Charlotte, it was a very rude act to speak with your mouth open just now. Please remember to cover your mouth with a half-open fan; lower your head when talking and laughing, and cover your lips with a fan. "
I squeezed the fan tightly, and my endurance was almost at its limit... Is this the punishment for impersonating Sharo?
It's hard to get to the time of the first meal. The food here is quite appetizing for me. The suspension plate made of black lacquered light wood is filled with rice and eel, plus celery and eggplant, and finally there is a dessert- —Tang Tizi is made of rice flour, wheat and soy flour. The mouth is soft and full of fragrance.
I heard that the civilians at the time were still eating whole grains, and only the nobles could eat rice.
After eating, A Qiu went on to explain the etiquette, and my mind began to swell. I looked at her mouth and said for so long, why not feel tired.
Finally, she said what I like to hear the most: "...So, Miss Charlotte, so far today, Aqiu will continue to teach you tomorrow."
"You have worked hard." I saluted her just for teaching.
She smiled with satisfaction and got up and walked out.
As soon as she left, I quickly stood up, loosened my muscles, stretched my waist, lifted the curtain, and just stepped away, I almost tripped over the pants I was wearing! Alas, it's really terrible. I can't walk fast. I practiced walking in the room for a while, and gradually adapted to walk to the courtyard. I can't help but lament, what can I do in the future.
In any case, if you want to complete the task, it seems that it is more convenient to enter the palace.
Just walking to the courtyard, I suddenly saw several young men in white robes coming from the corridor.
"That man always looks like that, and I feel uncomfortable looking at it."
"Leave him alone, Sasuke, he looks that way to everyone."
"Do you know, I heard that his mother is White Fox, and I don't know how Master would accept him as a disciple."
"So he has the blood of evil spirits in his body."
"In short, just ignore him..."
The men hurried away, listening to their conversation, should be the disciples of He Maozhong. But who is the man in their mouth?
I continued to walk deep into the courtyard. The sun was falling like a piece of gold on the lotus pond in the courtyard. A teenager in a white garter was squatting beside the pool, wiping the back of his hand with the pool water.
He heard my footsteps and turned his head slowly.
I stared at him stunnedly. There are still such elegant and smart young people in the world, just like the clouds floating on the blue sky, and it seems like a ray of breeze with a touch of leafy fragrance, unstained, and the cloud is light. light.
He only glanced at me and turned his head to continue his business.
I just found some scars on the back of his hand. "What's wrong with you?" I blurted.
He didn't speak.
"How did you hurt your hand? Would you like some medicine?" I asked two steps closer.
"No." His voice was as clear as the dewdrops condensed on the bamboo leaves.
I sat down beside him, he seemed a little surprised.
"Are you also a disciple of Master He Mao?" I asked sideways.
"Ok."
"Do you also like Yin Yang surgery?"
"Ok."
"My name is Ye-my name is Sha Luo, what about you? What's your name?"
"..."
This teenager is so pitiful that I can't help being depressed.
"Boy, you're pulling me." I picked up a stone and threw it into the pond.
"Drag?" He finally responded.
"I mean you are very tall, I talk to you like this, you don't care about it." I threw another stone, and the stone hit three floats on the water before sinking.
"I am not Qing Gao." He looked at Chi Mian and said coldly, "I am the son of the White Fox, it is best not to approach me."
I was shocked. It turned out that he was the son of the white fox in the population.
He looks eighteen or nine years old, about the same age as me. Looking closely, his eyes are pure to pure black, like black crystals, reflecting a light brilliance in the sun, clear and transparent, the slightest There was no trace of earthly turbidity.
"What about the son of the White Fox? Whether it is a human or a monster, they will have feelings and love. If there is love in the heart, the monster is also worthy of respect; if there is no love, then even humans will make people disdain." I As he spoke, he patted his shoulder without hesitation.
He looked up at me, a flash of surprise flashed through his eyes.
"you are……"
"Master He Mao is my uncle, I will say it again, my name is..."
"Sharo," he said suddenly.
"Well, you remember." I laughed.
"Miss Charlotte, Miss Charlotte..." The maid shouted not far away.
"Oops, I'm going back to the room." I quickly stood up, patted my clothes, and was about to leave, and suddenly thought of something, said, "Yes, haven't told me what your name is?"
The corner of his mouth raised slightly, and he spit out a few words: "Abe-Qingming."
My footsteps stopped at the same place, Abe Ching Ming, the name is like thunderous ears, the most prestigious Onmyoji in the Heian era, was this young man in front of him? Why didn't I forget that Abe Qingming's master was He Maozhong? Isn't his mother the legendary white fox named Ge Ye?
I didn't expect to meet the young Qingming here.
I turned my head and smiled at him, saying, "Abe Ching Ming, we will be friends from today."
He was stunned first, then turned his face indifferently.