Transcendent of Type-Moon Gensokyo - Chapter 809
Chapter 809
Liang Yiluo’s hands did not know when they took out some bread crumbs, and sprinkled them randomly, like falling pieces of cherry blossoms. The bread crumbs were spilled on the water, and the fishes rushed to gather together and licked slightly.
At this moment, Liang Yiluo looked up, and under the leadership of the housekeeper, Fujiwara Miyako was walking towards this side with his head down, taking small steps.
Seeing that Liangyi was behind, the butler hurriedly saluted, “Master Liangyi!”
Gongsheng greeted, and the others also stood aside, and brought the maid who had fallen from Liang Yi to the housekeeper, and said to him some Fujiwara’s unparalleled instructions.
The housekeeper and the maid did not dare to stay for long. After bringing the young lady, they hurriedly left, leaving space for the two. The entire mansion had been ordered by Fujiwara, and no one dared to disturb them.
Meihong is still in the red kimono, but it is different from the previous clothes. This time she is wearing a good brocade with flowers from the other side embroidered on the brocade, which is the icing on the cake.
This country has always been so obsessed with this symbol of death.
The waist is tightly wrapped around her slender waist, and she outlines the somewhat thin figure. The hem of the kimono is just right, binding her legs, so she can only take small steps, adding feminine beauty.
The long and smooth hair is curled up high, tied with a comb and hair sideburns, and light makeup is painted on the pretty face, which makes Meihong look a bit less strong and more feminine.
“Master Liangyi…”
Meihong was still a little restrained, and performed a perfect etiquette towards Liangyi.
She is usually naughty like a boy, but that is only for her mother. As the daughter of the Minister of Right, she has been taught the most noble etiquette by her mother since she was a child.
“Miyako doesn’t need to be polite…”
Liang Yiluo stepped forward and directly grabbed her little hand.
Meihong’s small hands shrunk slightly, a little afraid, but looking at the gentle smiling young man in front of her, thinking that she would marry him as a concubine, she tried her best to suppress her shame and let him pull herself.
Meihong’s hands are cold, Meihong’s hands are very thin.
Holding the small hand holding the palm, it was thin and uncomfortable. Liang Yiluo said distressedly: “The palace is a little thin, but don’t keep up with nutrition, and you will get sick by then.”
“I, I know…”
Meihong lowered her head, her tone was a bit small, and her face was full of sweetness. She had been left out in the cold since she was a child. What she hopes most is to get the care of others.
Liang Yiluo sighed secretly.
Sure enough, in a big family like the ancient Fujiwara family, it is impossible to cultivate the character of the red girl in the future. Human beings are social creatures. Under the influence of ears and eyes, except for a few weird people, most people behave in line with themselves. Identity matter.
Holding Meihong’s hand, Liang Yi settled down unhappily, and walked with her on the road of Fujiwara’s house. Both sides of the road were planted with peach blossoms. On the soil, the green grass thrived, and occasionally some birds survived the cold. In winter, sing joyfully on twitter.
In places where most people can’t see, serious samurai guards, beautiful maids are waiting at all times, no wonder power can fascinate people.
Liang Yiluo didn’t speak, just admiring the surrounding scenery, Meihong was also with her, walking side by side with him in small broken steps.
“Does Gongzi have other names?”
Suddenly, Liang Yiluo asked.
Liang Yiluo’s sudden attack made Meihong panic. She calmed down. Although she didn’t know why Liang Yiluo asked, she still replied seriously: “There are no other names…” After a pause, she hesitated. .
“Miyako has something to say, starting from today, I will also be your husband, and I will be a family from now on, don’t hide it.”
Liang Yiluo saw her hesitation and smiled and encouraged.
Mei Hong’s face blushed, and she was a little shy about Liang Yiluo’s words, she said embarrassedly: “My mother always calls me Mei Hong…”
“Sister Red…”
Liang Yiluo lowered his head to meditate. As expected, she is Fujiwara sister red.
Seeing the appearance of Liangyi falling, Meihong was a little flustered, and said hurriedly, “Master Liangyi, what’s wrong with this name?”
“No problem, no problem…” Liang Yi Luo waved his hands again and again, indicating that she was fine, “…It’s a good name to dye yourself red. How about I call you sister red in the future?”
Liang Yiluo blinked at Meihong and smiled heartily: “It’s just me and your mother who call you Meihong. Does this make us closer?”
The younger sister was happy with a red face, pursed her mouth and smiled, like a peach blossom.
Compared with the name Fujiwara Miyako, she prefers Fujiwara Sister Red. This is the name given by the mother. It has been called by her for 14 years.
My mother said that the first half of my life was taken care of by my mother, and the second half of my life was taken care of by my future husband. Then the person called my sister-in-law is the person closest to me.
Thinking about this, she glanced at the gentle and generous young man with a smile.
This person is the husband after Meihong, who will be with Meihong for life.
The fourteen-year-old girl has a spring heart. The more she looks at this handsome young man, the more satisfied she feels. She thinks that he is the most perfect person in the world. Marrying him by herself is a kind of happiness. Will be happy.
In Fujiwara Meihong’s fourteen years of life, few men have been in contact with. In her opinion, the most powerful man is the father who is both resentful and a little admiring.
She knows that her father is very powerful outside, very powerful, and even today’s His Majesty the Emperor respectfully respects his father.
But the young man in front of him is someone who can compare with his father. He is gentle and treats me very well.
Meihong thought faintly, but somehow she clenched Liang Yiluo’s hand tightly.
In this way, I will accompany my mother quietly, accompany my future husband through his life, and I will be content with my husband and child…
Item 0039
For the whole day, Liang Yiluo was accompanied by Meihong, walking leisurely in the Fujiwara’s compound, and laughter and laughter came from time to time.
Meihong is like those eldest ladies who have lived in deep boudoir for a long time, covering her mouth and chuckling, her dark eyes painted with faint eye shadows narrowed into tiny crescent shapes.
She felt that Liang Yi Luo was really an interesting person.
He is not as serious as his father, not as arrogant as the legendary big man. The light and wind lightly seemed to drift away at any time.
Meihong clutched his hand tightly, fearing that he would go away like an illusion.
He is very easy-going and always talks about ideas that are not in line with the world, but Meihong does not feel disgusted or panicked, but is very interested. Fujiwara Meihong, she was a somewhat rebellious child, Liang Yiluo’s rebellious rhetoric made Meihong even more like him.
But Meihong is always a little scared.
Because of her future husband, she always didn’t feel like a human being.
It’s not a filthy monster like a monster, but a god-like, seemingly smiling at people, but indifferent at heart.
Meihong is a very sensitive person.
‘Maybe he has an unbearable past…’
Meihong stood under the peach blossom tree, thinking secretly.
At a young age, he is in a high position. At a young age, he is in the top position. This is not what talent can explain. He must also have a firm and hard-working past.