Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

Falling down the stairs with less than ten steps, the floor was covered with thick blankets. Even if Kyogokuhiko was really unlucky and landed on his head, he was only in a coma for less than two hours. After waking up, he quickly vomited on the bed As soon as Ximen Zong Erlang was behind him, he lay quietly on the bed and pretended to be dead.

The last shot of the memory is the flaming clouds under the slanting sunset.

He said that there is definitely a source for his secondary illness of opening his mouth and keeping his mouth shut, his aura of domineering and never lacking in stunts, and his weird world view that the few are supreme and the rest are servants.In two hours, I was forced to relive the decades of the throne, even the death is not stable, I was dragged to another world forcibly, and I tossed and tossed the memory for hundreds of years.

The young master, who was not a wise king in his previous life, and showed signs of being a tyrant early in this life, stared blankly at the baroque ceiling above his head, and turned over silently.

It is better to ask for leave for the math quiz in the afternoon.

Beside him, the gray-haired doctor smiled kindly and asked for the fifth time: "Master Jingji, do you still remember how you were injured?" Naturally, he didn't care about his state of being completely ignored, and he was the tenth member of Jingji's family. As a family doctor for several years, he has long been used to the young master's calm, wise and personality, but in fact he is autistic and poisonous.

"Remember." Kyogoku said, the wonderful taste of eggs, vegetable leaves, ink and paint, even if he wanted to forget it was difficult.

The doctor smiled and nodded, wrote a few lines in the notebook, and opened the door to let Ximen Zong Erlang, who was waiting outside, come in to visit the doctor.

Ximen Zong Erlang asked him nervously: "How do you feel now? Do you still want to vomit? Do you still want to eat? Do you want to drink water?"

The second young master of a tea ceremony family, dedicated to running errands.Staring at the face in front of him for a while, he realized that it was the first time he had successfully matched the face and voice with his identity. Kyogokuhiko gave Ximen Sojiro a good look, "Please take a week off for me, get ready Chestnut yokan from Shuiyue and fish porridge from Mihua Hotel, now, go out."

Ximen Zong Erlang responded with a good temper, Jing Jiyan closed his eyes and opened them again, "By the way, stop that boring game of yours for me." Patients are all qualified to be willful, so he happily said Conclusion, lie back and pull up the quilt, close your eyes and enjoy your sick leave.

Most of Yingde's teachers are very knowledgeable. With the status of Jingji's family, even if the young master skips classes every day, it will not affect his final grades at all.

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Kyogokuhiko woke up again in his own home, and after a little effort to wake up, he sat up with his eyes blank, opened his mouth stiffly with his messy hair on his face, and immediately put a sweet fruit candy into his mouth Here, he perfectly healed his drowsy head when he woke up.

The young man squatting beside the bed looked familiar. After silently recalling it, Kyogokuhiko found his name: "Misaku Akira? Why are you here?" The young master of a beautiful writer is a special shield for middle-aged and elderly women who are overly enthusiastic.

It seemed that after his memory was restored, the facial amnesia that had troubled him for more than ten years disappeared on its own.

"His Majesty the King is injured, how can he not appear as a knight?" Ximen Zong Erlang walked into the room with a food box while talking, Jing Jiyan sniffled, feeling that his stomach began to show his presence, "But you and He knew it, and when he knew it, I was taken aback."

"Yes, yes, yes." Misakuaki nodded, making a sad expression, "It's really sad."

"I don't know either." Hua Zelei, who was lying on the sofa in the room reading a book, immediately followed up.

It's strange, isn't it, all three of them know Kyogokuhiko and think they have a good relationship with him, but they didn't find out that they knew the same person until today.

Kyogokuhiko turned a deaf ear to this, and sat on the bed. Ximen Zongjiro politely opened the small table dedicated to the bed, and brought out fish porridge and chestnut yokan. If Kyogokuhiko's eyes were not too cold, he probably I still want to feed it one bite at a time.

I tasted the porridge first, and it tasted right. It was indeed bought from the Mihua Hotel. There was no problem with the color of the yokan. After the appraisal, I pushed the yokan aside for supper, and Kyogokuhiko concentrated on feeding himself. belly.

As for the three people on the sidelines, he didn't think he had any obligation to report his friendship status to them.

And not even friends.

……

silence……

sad……

A dark atmosphere began to spread...

Facing Shang Huazelei's inexplicably watery eyes, the domineering young master Jingji's heart twitched, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "If you don't ask, do you want me to follow you and report at any time? Not your dog."

The young man's appearance is handsome and soft, except for his round eyes, which make him look like an arrogant cat. Even if he is sitting on the bed with a pale face, he still makes people feel that he is a head short.

Facing this kind of look, thousands of mistakes have become their own faults. They shrank their necks and bowed their heads honestly to apologize: "Yes, yes, it's all our fault, blame us for not asking you, don't be angry, don't be angry."

That's about the same, Jing Jiyan raised his chin and tried to adjust his tone: "I will remember to inform you next time." He turned his head slightly and snorted coldly, "Are you planning to spend the night at my house if you don't leave?"

The arrogance-like tone couldn't hide the blush at the base of the ears. It was the first time in more than ten years that I saw such a soft Kyogokuhiko. When the three of them left, they all had the same dreamy expression on their faces.

It's really like a dream...

So they all forgot that Daoming Sisi was still anxiously waiting at home for them to go back and report how the young master was feeling.

Hearing the sound of footsteps outside the door fading away, Kyogokuhiko had a cold smile on his face, climbed out of bed and stood by the window to watch the three cars leave one after another, feeling that children are getting more and more fooled these days up.

It seems that occasionally satisfying the stupid heart of the servant is also a very pleasant game.

It is now six o'clock in the afternoon, the sun is about to set and hangs on the horizon, everything is smudged with a strange faint yellow color, the familiar and subtle chill enveloped him again, and the stiffness from the bones made him feel a little nauseous , Covering his mouth and retching a few times, he suppressed the dizziness and climbed up the window sill, closing his eyes and jumping down without hesitation.

The chill that lingered around him since the old man's death, he never believed that it was the hallucination caused by the so-called qi deficiency and body cold, especially after the memory was restored, as long as he thought of what it might be, he would feel nauseous I can't bear to stay in that room any longer.

Looks like something has to be brought back.

Wearing a large nightgown, the boy jumped out from the third floor, like a light butterfly, flying with the wind.

That's right, Kyogokuhiko didn't fall, an invisible but real force kept him floating in the air. "Take me to Ichihara Yuko's place." He said, relaxing his body and letting the force fly high with him.

On the other side, Yuko Ichihara prepared tea early, thanked the guests behind closed doors, and watched Kyogokuhiko staggeringly fall to the ground with a smile in her hand while holding a teacup.

"It's really a long-lost guest." Yuko Ichihara exhaled smoke rings, looking at Kyogokuhiko's soft young body now.

"Put out the cigarette." Kyogokuhiko sneezed, frowned and coughed a few times, and ordered. He knelt on the tatami with his back straight and upright, his eyes were sharp and arrogant without any concealment.

"Look at me, I have forgotten your fragile lungs now." Yuko Ichihara put the pipe away, poured three cups of tea with a smile, pushed one cup to Kyogokuhiko, and pushed the other cup to the other side of the table, "Take This one has worked hard all the way here, please have a cup of thick tea."

"Him?" Kyogokuhiko asked.

"It's a very cute Mr. Tengu." Yuko Ichihara said, covering her mouth pretending to be surprised, "But can't you even 'see'? It's really nice to see you so weak Sansheng is lucky."

Kyogokuhiko sneered, "Miss Yuko should already know why I'm here."

"Here is what you want." Yuko Ichihara said, "You must be ready to pay me the price."

"Your courage is worthy of praise for attempting to get involved in my prestige and glory." Kyogoku raised his head and said, as a variable outside the rules, he had already expected his forced reincarnation and unplanned amnesia. Leaving a safe way out, who told the world to spare no effort to obliterate him, a variable from the outside.

And who told him that he has never had a good impression of this world.

"Then, please inspect the goods." Ichihara Yuko took out a wooden box and pushed it to him. There was a piece of jade in the wooden box. To be precise, it was a jade seal.

It symbolizes the supreme power of a country, the Jade Seal of Chuan Guo.

Ichihara Yuko was responsible for keeping the jade seal when Kyogokuhiko was reincarnated, and as a price when Kyogokuhiko retrieved the jade seal, he had to give his name to Ichihara Yuko—the name that ruled the vast country in another world.

Kyogokuhiko took out the jade seal, dipped his finger in the tea, wrote the word "forgiveness" on the table, and covered the jade seal on it.

Self-forgiveness is really something only the emperor can do, just like how he stamped a mighty edict of sin more than ten years ago, sentenced himself, and deprived himself of All the power in him was reincarnated on that dead baby as a pure wandering soul.

With his original weakness, this is the only way to keep his strength from being swallowed by the world.

Under the jade seal, the word "forgiveness" gradually exudes an extremely dazzling brilliance, and the jade seal gradually melts into light spots and melts into Kyogokuhiko's body. A certain power that has been away from him for more than ten years surges up from the deepest part of the soul again. At the same time, something was forcibly stripped away.

He heard Yuko Ichihara smiling.

"Thank you for your patronage."

profiteers.Kyogokuhiko cursed secretly, worried that he would refuse to admit his responsibility after regaining his strength, so he simply took advantage of his inability to resist and forcibly collected rewards, if it weren't for the fact that Ichihara Yuko diligently guarded his jade seal under the prying eyes of many forces After more than ten years, he definitely opened up this dilapidated shop immediately.

However, he only had the strength to think about it, and the excessive force impact was not something his current body could easily bear. By the time he regained consciousness, the next day would already be full of trouble.

This also means that he has to concentrate on dealing with the endless stream of visitors.

So annoying, I really want to drive them all out.