Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

Fuyuki City is a small closed city, and Kyogokuhiko wears a crane cloak and it’s fine to go out. However, the further you go in the direction of Edo, the more you can feel the changes brought about by the industrial revolution, especially the emperor has begun to vigorously With the implementation of innovative policies, a top-down reform is in full swing.

There are reformers, and there are conservatives. Along the way, Jingjiyan saw a lot of bloody conflicts. Fortunately, thanks to Diarmuid, who was a foreigner by his side, no one from the two factions came to provoke him.

When Kyogokuhiko arrived in Edo, it was late at night, there were no stars and no moon, it was pitch black, and the weather was chilly in spring, even though it was not too cold, he habitually changed into a thicker crane cloak, embroidered with dark patterns of white cranes in sky blue Landing at his feet, the thick soles of his boots made a gentle beat on the ground. Diarmuid followed behind him, also wearing a coat, but it was a high-end product bought in a foreign goods store near Edo. Kyogokuhiko also had to admit that he was more pleasing to the eye in western-style clothes.

They walked in no hurry, the only sound of their footsteps was the only sound in the dark alleyway, and a few blocks away, the watchmen could be heard knocking with lanterns, which made the place even quieter.

Probably also felt that such silence was a little awkward, Jing Jiyan said, "Do you remember what the people at the next table said at lunch today?"

Diarmuid said, "He heard that we were going to Edo and warned us not to go out in the middle of the night."

"Then why can't you go out in the middle of the night?"

"Because..." The spear in Diarmuid's hand flashed, and he stabbed it hard on the ground, "The monsters are rampant at night in Edo..."

He held the spear and nailed it to the ground, piercing through one hand, a hand protruding from the ground. The hand was small and stretched, as if it was about to hold someone's ankle. The blood was stained on the tip of the gun, but it was a disgusting black red. Kyogoku frowned, and gave up the plan to step on the hand that dared to reach his ankle, and only said: "Get rid of it!" Bar."

Diarmuid nodded, the tip of the gun was slightly raised, he pulled the hand around and pulled it out, accompanied by piercing screams, and pulled out a little man not up to his knees, dressed in dirty and shabby white clothes Monk robes, nondescript ring scars on the bald head, protruding eyes and sharp teeth in the mouth, screaming like a wooden fish twitching.

With a flick of the bright red gun tip, it was pulled out from the palm of the villain, and it was inserted into its heart with a backhand. The blood in the heart was dirty dark brown, and it smelled like stinky ink. Kyogoku looked at it. Looking at the stain on the tip of Diarmuid's gun, he said, "Someone will wipe it off for you later."

The implication is to let Diarmuid hold the spear. After all, the treasure will be in good condition when it is taken back and taken out again. It is really scary to think about where the dirty stains have gone.

He even took off his crane cloak, and the corners of the white crane were stained with dark brown blood. Jing Jiyan said that he couldn't bear it at all.

Diarmuid smiled gently, took the crane cloak in Kyogokuhiko's hand and shook it, rolled up the long spear wrapped around him and carried it in his hand. The crane pattern was embroidered very carefully, so it looked like he was wrapping it in his hand. It's like holding something precious like a work of art.

Walking through this alleyway, the eyes suddenly brighten up, the pavilions, pavilions, singing and dancing, just like the bustling appearance of the prosperous age, the Kabukicho in the middle of the night is still brightly lit like daytime.

The Louchuan named "Gan" is the first-class gold-selling cave here. Whether it is a banquet or a short stay, there is no place where you can enjoy it more than here in Edo, or even in Japan.

As long as you spend a lot of money, you will have your own food and wine lined up, and the stove is burning in the room to burn incense. Diarmuid also took off his coat and sat next to Kyogokuhiko. The beautiful woman bowed respectfully, Kyogokuhiko He waved his hand and only asked her to tell some funny stories.

He really couldn't appreciate the babbling tune with his face covered in white powder.

"The servant is telling a strange story that I heard a few days ago." The woman covered her mouth with her sleeve and said softly, "It's just hearsay, and it can't be true."

Then she spoke to the music:

Speaking of which, this story is quite old, probably more than a hundred years ago, the night in Edo was not as lively as it is now, and it is dark at night, only the watchmen still wander the streets at night.

For example, the protagonist of the story, Goro, carried candles day after day to remind residents to be careful of candles.The place where he finished his work was far from home, but there was a narrow alleyway through which he could go.

In the middle of the night, don't walk through the alley, or your feet will be eaten.

Although there is indeed such a saying, Goro is still like most of the world, with the fluke mentality of "not meeting me" in his arms, and goes home through the alley that can only accommodate one person every day.

It was a bit cold that day, Goro was wearing thick winter clothes, da, da, the sound of the newly bought clogs stepping on the ground was especially nice, there was no moon or stars in the sky, the only light was the little lantern in his hand, he complained Facing the bad weather and meager salary, he struggled sideways into the alleyway.

Pat, clack.The wooden clogs stepped on some muddy trails, which made him worry about the problem of scrubbing when he got up and went back.

Pat, clack.Goro felt a slight coolness in his ankle.Probably the sock fell off, he thought so, looked down, and sure enough, a piece of the sock that had been worn for several years fell off, forget it, go back and fix it again.

Don't go out in the middle of the night, or your feet will be eaten.

For some reason, he seemed to have heard the grim warning from the grandma at the door again, and he couldn't help feeling a slight chill down his back, so he quickened his pace.

Faster, faster, it seemed that he could vaguely see the light of home, and Goro felt joy in his heart.

Go faster, faster... His footsteps stopped, as if he had tripped over something, Goro looked down and found that his ankle was hugged by several hands, and his nails pierced the skin.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

……

"According to legend, this kind of monster that lives in the dark alley is called the Ashatori monk." The woman leaned over and said with winking eyes, "The story of the slave family is over."

Kyogokuhiko drooped his eyes wearily and said, "Go down."

Although the woman was a little unwilling, she obediently withdrew because of the broken gold that Diarmuid handed over.

Diarmuid closed the doors and windows and said, "She should be talking about the monster we met when we came here."

"Hmm..." Jing Jiyan responded noncommittally, tapping his knuckles on the table, and said, "What a coincidence..."

It was a coincidence that someone told a story about the monster just after bumping into it, just like a fox deliberately exposed its tail and swayed repeatedly to lure the hunter to take the bait.

"Are you interested?" Diarmuid asked him.

"It's been a long time since anyone took me for a fool." Kyogokuhiko played with the last glutinous rice dumpling left on the plate. The translucent glutinous rice skin was wrapped in brown bean paste, and some peach blossom light powder was dotted on the top, naturally It reveals a three-point sweet fragrance.

Dilumudo understood it at a glance, and opened the door and asked for two more plates of glutinous rice dumplings to come in. Whether it is His Majesty or the young master, it is unexpectedly easy to guess their thoughts in this regard.

Kyogokuhiko then picked up the glutinous rice dumpling on the plate and put it into his mouth. In the past, these desserts were favorites of the women in the backyard, and he was not very fond of sweets, so he had never discovered this stuffed glutinous rice dumpling. It tastes so good.

"Why don't you stay here for a few days to investigate?" Diarmuid suggested, "Anyway, the long-voyage ship can't leave now." Yumenyuan's family helped them contact a ship from Edo to England, but still It will take nearly half a month to start, and the left and right eyes are free, so why not find something to do for this guy, so as not to end up getting too bored and messing up some moths.

That's right, "again".

Kyogokuhiko didn't say a word, he acquiesced to his proposal, and stretched out his hand to the newly sent dumplings. He poured the sake with cherry blossom petals on the glutinous rice skin. The aroma of beans in bean paste is more prominent and distant.

In one night, he ate three plates of dumplings and poured five cups of sake. He was far from being drunk, but a little drunk was just right, and he could sleep peacefully at night.

Diarmuid adjusted the posture of his legs and gave up the impossible task of letting Kyogokuhiko sleep on the pillow instead of his lap. As long as there is enough magic power to supply sleep, it is just dispensable for him What's more, Kyogokuhiko's body made of pure spiritual power is much lighter than it looks, and there is almost no weight on his legs.

After all, in order not to be tossed by Kyogokuhiko's various bad tastes, Diarmuid also worked hard.

Kyogokuhiko didn't fall asleep, and his slight drunkenness made him squint his eyes and half-dream. He felt that Diarmuid moved uncomfortably. He laughed and said, "I've been asleep for several days, why are you still so shy?"

Diarmuid said: "I just thought of a story." His eyes flickered, and he smiled a little viciously. He had a bit of repressed willfulness in his temperament. Joking and fighting wits and courage, he couldn't help showing a bit of his true nature.

"Let's listen to it." Jing Jiyan pulled the pocket watch chain hanging from his chest pocket and fiddled with it. When this man drank alcohol, the redness at the corners of his eyes would deepen, but his complexion turned pale again, and his eyes were a little fierce. , laughing and cursing makes one's heart tremble.

"It is said that there is such a person who was born young, handsome and powerful, but he was born with a quirk. He couldn't sleep peacefully when no one was around him at night. He was like a child dependent on his mother. I don't know if he was afraid of the dark or ghosts." Dilumu Talking about it, of course he made up the story now, and it goes without saying who it is talking about.

"Perhaps he is neither afraid of the dark nor ghosts." Jing Jiyan snorted and said, "It's just that the mountain spirit is very clingy, and he likes it the most, making him want to keep it by his side all the time." He answered. The story, of course, is also made up now. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Diarmuid's hair to drag him down. He stood up and blocked the mouth that had become more and more clever recently.

The candles that were as bright as day were extinguished, and a few luminous pearls rolled down the corner of the wall. The light green reflected the Ukiyo-e beauties on the murals, showing some strange colors.

"It is recorded in the novel that after being favored by Empress Li, Ji Xiaozhou, a person from the south of the Yangtze River saw a lamp at night, closed her eyes and said 'smoke', easy to use a candle, also closed her eyes, and said 'smoke is more abundant', someone asked her if there was no fire in the palace. Candles, she said, "The main pavilion in the palace hangs a big orb every night, illuminating the room, as bright as the sun." In the darkness, Jing Jiyan's voice also became erratic, "If that Xiao Zhou also It's understandable that the spirit is so charming."

Diarmuid smiled and said: "With a monarch like you, the life of a subject is really hard." The blackening once took away most of his admiration and loyalty to the Master, and it is more natural to get along with the Master. After all, it is also a legend The hero in the movie has its own arrogance.

Whether the Master this time is worthy of his allegiance, he will definitely keep his eyes open and examine carefully.

Kyogokuhiko closed his eyes, rolled over and wrapped himself in the quilt, and yawned a little, "Thunder, rain and dew are all your kindness, what I give, they just take it."

……

In the middle of the night, someone started talking about strange things again.

Don’t sleep too soundly in the middle of the night, otherwise the beauty mural on the wall will turn into a poisonous mamba crawling down and turn you into a puddle of pus.

That's right, those Ukiyo-e beauties with half-retired clothes and powdered faces painted on the walls are called Femme fatale paintings.

It seems that there is a wind blowing in along the crack of the window, the luminous pearl is blown slightly rolling, and the light flickers.

The beauty painted on the wall, with a pair of beautiful eyes looking forward to the pose, seemed to turn slightly, gently.