Chapter 1309: Willing to be an ugly girl 36
"Don't throw it up. Eat it. It's delicious." Xining laughed.
A Ling could only make a sad face, chew the beef a few times, and then eat it. This lady, really... but the taste seems to be good, not bad, but so delicious.
Xining laughed so hard that she held her stomach and lay on the floor mat. After a long time, I couldn't hold it back and said with a smile: "You don't want to accompany me anymore. Go over and eat with Xia Shu and the others. Tonight is New Year's Eve, and it's rare to relax yourself."
Aling turned her head and looked over. On the other side, Natsuki and the others were eating and drinking happily around the two stoves. Ever since the young lady started eating meat, she was the only one who still adhered to her principles, and the others had long since joined in.
But think about it, this meat is indeed delicious. The young lady doesn’t care about being a noble lady. Why does she, a maid, have no respect for her? Just give it a go!
After answering, he stood up and walked over there. Natsuki and Natsuki were already waiting there. They greeted her with a drunken smile and asked her to sit down. They put a pair of chopsticks and a bowl into her hands and put beef and meat slices into her bowl.
With the meat stuffed into her mouth and the sake mixed with it, Aling felt like she was also affected and complicit. She shed tears secretly and continued eating.
The middle palace and the crown prince returned to the palace on the third day. But Xining did not go back, and just wanted to be happy every day.
After eating the Lantern Festival, it was the end of the New Year. Xining put on comfortable cotton clothes, covered the stove and admired the snow scenery. Soon, spring will arrive, the snow will melt, and she will move from Xuemei Court to Chunxi Court again. A year goes by so fast.
Suddenly, Zaemon ran over quickly, and Xining watched the clogs on his feet "thump, thump, thump" as he stepped on them quickly.
Zaemon half-kneeled and saluted, panting. She blinked curiously: "Zaemon, how did you avoid slipping?"
Zaemon finally regained his composure: "Miss, something's wrong, someone wants to kill the Taoist priest..."
Xining stood up suddenly with the stove in hand, and the quilt covering his feet fell on the mat.
"Master Dao, Master Yoritsu, Master Yorizon..."
Xining interrupted impatiently: "Tell me the important thing!"
"Someone was chasing them behind them, and the young one took it upon himself to let them in!"
Xining walked forward quickly to meet Mr. Fujiwara and his brothers. In my memory, it seems like nothing happened at that time.
Except at the New Year's Eve dinner, Hiroko and Xizi were sarcastic and sarcastic towards her. Of course, the body owner was still young at that time and did not fully understand many of the meanings in the words. All he knew was to follow Mrs. Akiko and others and salute.
After going to court on the first day of the festival, Mr. Fujiwara didn't go home very late. He only knew that the house seemed very nervous, and Mrs. Akiko even called her over for this reason. She fell asleep, but Mrs. Akiko seemed to have stayed up all night. On the next day, the house was as before.
It seems that on the way to the next court, he encountered a car of cattle and was frightened. Fujiwara Michichiro was slightly injured. In order not to worry the two ladies, he went to stay with his eldest son Yorimichi for one night. Several domestic servants were injured or even killed.
Now it seems like it was all nonsense and something was wrong.
One month after the incident, Nozomi Fujiwara recovered from his injuries, resigned from the post of Taizheng Minister, shaved his head, and devoted himself to Buddhist practice. In the spring of the next year, he officially became a monk.
Xining walked to Xia Yuyuan and saw the already injured Fujiwara no Michizhang, his eldest brothers Yoriichi, fifth brother Jiaotong; second brother Yori Zong, fourth brother Nengxin, and sixth brother Changjia.
The eldest brother is twenty-six years old. Together with the other brothers who are two or three years apart in age, he is relatively calm. They all hold knives in one hand and are stained with blood. Some of the court clothes on their bodies have been cut. Fortunately, it is not a vital part. It looks bloody. Regardless of the size and appearance, the injury was not serious.
Brother Six was crying, and his eyes and nose were red from the cold when the wind blew him. Brother Six, who was only thirteen years old after the New Year, was obviously frightened.
In addition to the third brother who became a monk, there is also the younger seventh brother, who could have taken a family photo of father and son.
It is not good to have power in the government and the public. Once you go to court, you are almost taken over by the whole family.
The five brothers stared, watching the fifth sister in strange clothes walking over, followed by seven or eight maids. "Fifth sister, what are you wearing?" The eldest son Laitong looked at the cotton robe, which looked like the dress of the Central Plains of China.
Xining approached Mr. Fujiwara and looked at the wound. An arrow hit the chest: "The arrow must be pulled out and the wound needs to be cleaned."
He stood up and casually pointed at a few accompanying servants who were in a state of embarrassment but not injured: "You guys, move the Taoist Master to the Xuemei Courtyard. To the north is the innermost courtyard. There are plum trees to protect against enemies. There is a brazier in the room.”
He turned to Aling and said, "Go back and prepare hot water, gauze, scissors, candles, and needle and thread."
Then he said to Natsuki who was waiting next to him: "Go to Aoi and ask her to wake everyone up, take the weapons you can, and go to Xuemeiyuan."
Then he turned to Zuemon and said, "Take someone to guard the door. If someone comes to call the door, don't open the door. Don't admit that someone has entered the village."
"Yes!" Zaemon half-knelt down to accept the order, and then said with uneasiness, "I never lie, and I swear not to lie."
Xining rolled his eyes: "Then let others tell you, then you won't be considered a liar."
Zaemon realized: "Yes!" After standing up, he quickly walked towards the door.
Seeing Zunzi arranging things in an orderly manner made everyone in panic feel a little calmer.
The servants carefully carried Mr. Fujiwara out, while four young masters accompanied him to escort him.
Seeing that Sixth Brother was still wiping his nose, Xining walked over and handed the hand stove wrapped in cotton cover to him: "It's cold, warm your hands. You are the son of the Fujiwara family. Look at your brothers, you are also a Let’s go!”
Brother Six sniffed: "Yeah~" and followed her.
In fact, I really don't want to worry about this sixth brother. In order to climb up, he became the son of Mrs. Lunzi, but after all, he came out of a mother's belly. Some things are really uncertain. Even the third brother, who is smarter than the sixth brother, can be tricked into becoming a monk. It is not impossible to trick this guy into accepting another wife as his mother.
When they arrived at Xuemei Courtyard, A-ling had already prepared most of the things and was still busy putting them together.
Xia Shu poured hot water on it and Xining went to wash her hands: "Take off the clothes. If you can't take them off, cut off one side."
The four older brothers are in a mess. They are usually served by others and have never gone out to fight. It is normal for them to be in a hurry.
In the end, the accompanying servant with a knife came forward and skillfully cut open the bloated and wide sword of the imperial uniform, revealing the wound of the arrow.
I saw the fifth lady holding a knife, the tip of the knife burning on the candle. The personal guard couldn't help but ask: "Do you want me to heal your wounds?"
"No need!" Xining concentrated on watching the tip of the knife burn red on the fire: "You know, the arrow is near the heart. If my father dies, you will take the blame and commit suicide. It's better for me to save your life. , you can go and avenge Mr. Dao.”
At present, the spirit of Bushido has not reached the stage of perversion, but dying for the Lord has already taken shape.
When the guard heard this, he was immediately moved: "Yes, Miss Zunzi."
Xining turned his head to one side and lowered his voice: "Go and help suppress it, bite a piece of cloth or something in your mouth."
This way, there is no shame in shouting about pain.
(End of chapter)