Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 383 Scarlet Sakura Mark

Before the morning mist dissipated, Ying was already standing outside the bamboo curtain of the Kamisato House.

Crumbs of the red cherry cake that was eaten by the startled birds on the eaves fell down and landed on her shoulder. Paimon rubbed his sleepy eyes and crawled out from her collar, with a layer of crystal butterfly scale powder on his nose: "Haa - Linghua must have stuffed Xizhi into the quilt again. Last time, that guy used his tail to braid eight pigtails for me..."

Before he could finish his words, the vermilion lacquered door creaked open.

Xizhi's silver-gray figure rushed out like a cannonball, holding a half-bitten cat toy in his mouth, and the golden bell on the tip of his tail jingled. Linghua chased him to the corridor with her skirt lifted up, and her snow-white blouse was still stained with plum blossom claw marks: "Wait! At least give me the tea rice for breakfast..."

The cat turned around quickly, a cunning flash in its glassy pupils. It suddenly stood up, holding a broken piece of cherry cake in its front paws, and pushed it to Linghua's feet like a treasure. The sunlight penetrated the cherry branches, gilding the tuft of clever hair on the tip of its ear, as if it was wearing a crooked crown.

"Is this the 'Loss and Profit Statement of the Seclusion Order' that was soiled yesterday?" Ayato's lazy voice came from behind the pillars. The young man fanned open the bamboo curtain, and a few strands of silver-gray cat hair were entangled on the fan bones. "Thomas discovered this morning that some claw marks happened to be on the pages of the secret account of the Kanjo Bugyo."

Xizhi's tail suddenly stiffened.

Ying held back her laughter as she squatted down, holding the oil-paper package she had brought from the outlying island. As the salty aroma spread, Cat's ears turned to her and said, "Three-color dumplings, specially made by a certain priest——"

The silver-grey afterimage passed by, and the oil-paper package disappeared. Xizhi squatted on the top of the antique shelf, and her pink tongue rolled up the last half of the red cherry cake crumbs, her amber vertical pupils full of success. On the belly of the celadon vase at the bottom of the shelf, the newly added "Zaoyou was here" graffiti ink was not dry, and there was a plum blossom paw print at the signature.

"Do you really want to take her away?" Linghua twisted her sleeves tightly, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the shallow scratches left by Xizhi last night, "She accidentally entered the hot spring pool the day before yesterday and took away the proposal that my brother was going to present to the general..."

"It's soaked into pulp." Ayato fanned himself to hide his smile. "But Thomas found that some soaked clauses are easier to identify - such as the clause about the Hiiragi family smuggling crystallized bone marrow."

The morning breeze passed through the corridor, and the tip of Xizhi's fluffy tail lightly swept across the glass cup. The fish in the cup jumped up in surprise, and the water splashed on the family crest embroidered on the sleeves of the woman. The cat had already jumped onto Ying's shoulder, and used all four claws to hide the golden bell in her braid, as if it wanted to steal a few rays of morning light from the Kamisato House.

"Take this with you." Thomas rushed over, holding a bamboo basket full of Fontaine mechanical bird toys. "The little ancestor dismantled seven clockwork mechanisms in the middle of the night, saying that he wanted to study the gear structure of the Winter Kingdom..."

Xizhi suddenly arched his back and his hair stood up, and his claws hooked onto Ying's cloak. The birds on the eaves flew away in panic, casting tiny shadows in the morning sun, just like the Qianyan Army's pigeons that were scared away by Lin Huan's playing the zither.

"Will you come back?" Linghua asked softly, her fingertips brushing over Xizhi's messy hair.

The answer she got was a warm nose - the cat had slipped back to her lap at some point, and licked the bell on the girl's wrist. The golden bell on the tip of its tail rang without wind, playing a variation of "The Ballad of the White Egret". Ayato's eyes flickered slightly, and the fan snapped shut: "Tell Mr. Lin that Kamisato's family always has triple sugar red cherry cakes on hand."

On the way back, Xizhi was unusually quiet. She buried her face in Ying's neck, her silver-gray fur trembling in the sea breeze. Paimon circled around them and suddenly said, "Behind your ear..."

Ying looked sideways—there was a scarlet cherry-shaped light mark in the snow-white fur behind the cat's ears. The tip of the petal was immersed in the fur, and upon closer inspection, it was exactly the same as the gilded pattern on Linghua's hairpin.

"It's a farewell gift." Yae Miko appeared at the bow like a ghost, dangling a chipped cat toy at her fingertips. "Just like a kitten leaves scratches on its territory, the egret princess also left a mark on the little fellow."

Xizhi suddenly jumped onto the mast, and the golden bell on the tail tip shook the clouds in the sky. At the junction of the sea and the sky, the outline of the outlying island gradually became clear, and the morning mist of Kamisato Yashiki finally turned into a never-fading cherry blossom mark behind her ear.