I'm really not an old sword

Lin Qingsu looked at the closed door blankly, and it took her a while to react.

"It's an arranged marriage."

And judging by her reaction, the person she's going to marry is either someone with a bad reputation or an old man who is old enough to be her father.

Lin Qingsu felt unhappy at the thought of such a good woman falling into the hands of an old man.

But he just thought about it. There are so many women in the world, no matter whether they are willing to be "saved" by him or not - considering his appearance and family background, except for women who are obsessed with power like Wu Zetian, they should all be willing to be "saved" by him - but he can't "save" them all by himself.

The old man has suffered a lot, so let him have some fun. If one day he has the chance to meet Zeus or Odin, it will not be too late to consider letting them drop gold coins.

If you can beat it.

However, after this delay, Lin Qingsu no longer had the energy to look for a bathroom and turned back to her room.

Lying on the bed and closing my eyes, the only things in my mind were Minamoto no Raikou and Fujimoto Nobuko.

I was clearly overwhelmed at home and wanted to find a way to escape early just to rest, but once I had rested for a few days outside, I started thinking about it again.

Men are such pathetic creatures.

If it weren't for Lin Qingsu's strong will, there would be two more sperm-sucking beasts in his family. Fortunately, Lin Qingsu is not an ordinary person.

With great perseverance, Lin Qingsu cut off all emotions and gradually felt sleepy. In a daze, Lin Qingsu subconsciously operated the rules and suddenly felt an emotion full of greed and desire above her head.

It was like the emotion of a hungry beast staring at the delicious food and wondering how to eat it.

I'm on the second floor, and this house is a two-story building...

So what's on my head?

Lin Qingsu was thinking in a daze, and suddenly she remembered something. She suddenly opened her eyes wide, and there was no trace of sleepiness in them anymore.

He raised his hand to grasp the sword beside him and stared at the ceiling vigilantly.

Listening carefully, one could hear the sound of "hissing" and "hissing" from above from time to time, as well as the sound of footsteps so subtle that they were almost inaudible. What was terrifying was that there was more than one footsteps at the same time, as if the monster on the roof had more than one leg.

After confirming the position, Lin Qingsu tried hard to imitate the other person's image.

Lin Qingsu gradually simulated the image of many legs and chirping, and felt nauseous.

Isn't this a spider?

After confirming the general position and size of the opponent, Lin Qingsu swung out a sword energy wrapped in wind and fire without hesitation.

An angry scream immediately came from the ceiling.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

The house shook violently.

The monster that was discovered kept hitting the ceiling, and the wooden beams fell down.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Lin Qingsu immediately stood up, turned around, ran to the window, broke through the paper window and rushed out.

And just as he jumped out of the window, with a loud "crash!", the supporting pillars collapsed, and the house he was in was reduced to a ruin full of sawdust.

Lin Qingsu, who was in the process of landing, turned around and saw the full picture of the monster on the roof the moment he landed.

It had eight legs, a small head and bulging belly, compound eyes, and a dark purple complexion. It was actually a giant spider that was over two meters tall.

Its abdomen was now constantly leaking dark purple-green blood.

It dripped and dripped, and the wood that fell to the ground instantly corroded and emitted smoke.

The giant spider looked at him viciously and warily.

The previous attack made it angry but also wary, and it didn't dare to attack rashly. Lin Qingsu was also trying her best to analyze the opponent's information before the attack.

It is poisonous and cannot be used in close combat. It has strong defense and the sword only made a small cut.

"what!"

Suddenly, Lin Qingsu heard Fujiharako's screams.

Not just one?!

And at the moment when Lin Qingsu was distracted and turned her head, the spider in hunter state exerted force with its eight legs and flew into the air.

......

"why?"

Fujimoto curled up on the bed with her legs hugged, her beautiful eyes staring blankly at the quilt at her feet.

"why?"

Why have I fallen to this point today?

She thought of the past.

When he was young, his mother passed away. He grew up with his grandmother, from whom he learned a good musical technique. As a child, he studied Chinese studies with his father, became proficient in Buddhist scriptures, and was familiar with ancient Chinese classics.

What is she learning for?

Is it to become a writer or poet as a woman?

Firstly, it's my hobby, and secondly, isn't it also for the purpose of getting along with my future husband and winning his favor?

But what is the result?

Her father was attacked by political enemies and his family fell into poverty. In order to restore the family business, he had no choice but to marry her to a powerful man who could help their family.

That would have been fine. Fujiwara no Haruko had long known her fate. Although her family was wealthy, they were only middle-class nobles. She had anticipated that her future husband would have three wives and four concubines and that she would only be a mistress. She believed that as long as she worked hard, she would eventually win her husband's favor. But when she learned that her future husband was Fujiwara no Nobutaka, who was older than her biological father, Fujiwara no Haruko couldn't help crying secretly.

She could tolerate her future husband being ugly, but marrying an old man who was almost fifty and didn't know when he would die...

Fujihara sees no hope for a future of her own.

Although she had read the Book of Songs and was familiar with music, she was still like an ordinary noble lady, yearning for the beautiful love described in poetry and books, and often fantasized about her other half when she was alone.

The first time she saw Lin Qingsu, Fujihara knew that he was the man she wanted to marry.

The most important thing is that he is actually a Tang person.

This made Fujiharako, who had been studying Tang culture since childhood and had long been devoted to that prosperous dynasty, very worried.

But she was someone else's fiancée, and he knew it.

Even though she had already numbly accepted her future on the way here, Fujimoto couldn't help feeling uncomfortable when she thought of this and his "coldness" towards her.

"Miss, the hot water is ready, you can take a bath."

The old woman pushed the door open and saw Fujimoto looking at the air with tears in her eyes and a rather resentful look.

How could she not guess what she was thinking, and scolded her: "Miss, your husband is Lord Fujiwara Nobutaka."

"Although he is not a direct descendant of the Fujiwara clan, his status is equally noble. He is far superior to a frivolous playboy dressed in shabby clothes on the street. I wonder how many girls would like to marry him as a concubine."

"It is a great honor for you to marry him as a concubine. Don't make the mistake."

"I know." Fujimoto said in a low voice with her head down.

"Now that you understand, go and bathe immediately," the old woman said sternly. "You'll be meeting Master Xuanxiao tomorrow. Stop looking so self-pitying. It might be one thing for others to see your father as a bad parent, but angering Master Xuanxiao would be the end of everything, don't you understand?"

"...good."

Last year in this door today, the face of peach blossoms in red.

The human face does not know where to go, Peach Blossom still laughs spring breeze.

It is because of the beautiful things that have been lost that memories become precious and beautiful.

They still have regrets, so why should I feel so sorry for myself?

Fujimoto sighed softly, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, suppressed her sorrow, and was about to keep her own 'human face' in her memory, wash her body and prepare to go to Heian-kyo to meet her future husband tomorrow.

'Boom! '

Just as Fujimoto was about to stand up, she was startled by a sudden loud, dull noise.

He trembled and fell onto the bed. He curled up in the corner, looking at the wall where the tremor came from in confusion: "What happened?"

"What's all the fuss about?" the old woman shouted in dissatisfaction, frowning.

There was no response from outside.

The old woman raised her eyebrows and walked out with anger, shouting, "Where's the maid? Where's the guard? Where did they all go?"

Fujimoto opened her mouth slightly, wanting to ask the old woman to stay with her.

But thinking of how harshly she had scolded him just now, he didn't dare to say anything.

The danger did not disappear because of her fear. Instead, the dull crashing sounds in the distance became more frequent. She could feel the clear vibrations even from a distance. The candle on the table fell to the ground, but the corridor where the old woman left was silent.

'boom! ’

The sound of a house collapsing was heard, and Fujiharako hugged the quilt tightly with tears in her eyes.

what happened?

The newly married girl had just seen the outside world and could only hug her body helplessly, shivering.

Suddenly there was a loud noise at the door.

One, two, three...

The door of the room was shaking violently. Fujimoto was pale and curled up in bed with her legs tightened, not even having the courage to stand up.

'Boom! '

Following a series of "woooo" screams, a black shadow broke through the wooden door and was thrown in.

Fujimoto closed her eyes subconsciously.

It was not until she heard a familiar "woooo" sound that she mustered up the courage to secretly open her eyes.

When she saw this, her eyes were filled with fear.

The old woman who had just gone out was wrapped in purple-green spider silk into a cocoon, with only the nose and the part above exposed. Her face was blue and purple, and it was obvious that she had been poisoned. She was looking at the direction of the door with horror in her eyes, whimpering and struggling to roll in the opposite direction.

Fujimoto turned her head subconsciously.

At the door, a spider as tall as a person was standing there. Its eyes and more compound eyes looked at Fujimoto greedily. Its disgusting and hideous mouth opened and made a hissing sound at her.

"ah?!!!"

Chapter 6 Murasaki Shikibu: You'd better kill me

The giant spider kept hitting the wooden frame which was slightly smaller than it.

The wood fell down with a rustling sound, and each drop caused the house to tremble, striking Fujiharako's heart.

One, two...

Fujimoto's legs felt weak as she watched helplessly as the monster repeatedly pounded against the door frame, watching it continuously bend under its impact, watching...

'Boom! '

The giant spider excitedly spit out a stream of purple-green spider silk.

Fujihara felt a pain in her thigh.

"Ugh?!"

Cold sweat oozed from her forehead, and Fujiharako's tears flowed even faster. She looked at the giant spider crawling towards her and closed her eyes in despair.

"Who can help me?"

‘Poof! ’

The sounds of wood breaking and weapons piercing flesh were remarkably clear.

Before she could open her eyes, Fujimoto felt an arm around her waist, hugging her into a broad, thick, warm chest.

Fujihara opened her eyes.

Looking up, Fujihara's heart trembled when she saw the face she had only seen twice.

It's him.

Fujihara hugged his waist tightly.

"Uhhhhhh!!!"

Suddenly a series of rapid shouts were heard.