At this time, it was already dark, and Mo Jiu hurriedly walked to the car accommodation at the East Central Gate along the corridor, fortunately, the car had just been pulled out, and the son didn't say much, just smiled faintly at Mo Jiu.

Mo Jiu obediently got into the car, and the third prince actually sat in, the car was not very big, plus Juzi, a total of three people, sitting in a car, shoulder to shoulder, "Childe, aren't you riding a horse?" How.." Mo Jiu smiled awkwardly at Dunsheng Gongzi, sitting so close to him, he was not familiar with it, it was indeed embarrassing.

"Aren't you afraid of ghosts?" Laughing again, he actually let Mo Jiu see his black teeth while talking, Mo Jiu couldn't help but shiver, I heard that there will be a hundred ghosts walking at night in Heianjing, and Childe must be afraid that Mo Jiu will be afraid, so he got into the car to give her courage.

Mo Jiu gently stroked the curtain next to the car, she is a person who likes to travel in the mountains and rivers, a thousand years ago Heian Jing Mo Jiu has never been here, should be appreciated:

The Japanese emperor has basically no foreign enemies, so Heiankyo has no city walls, only a moat surrounds it, and the scattered snowflakes of early spring fall on the moat, reflecting the lanterns in front of the various aristocratic mansions at night, which has a unique flavor. Running all the way east along the avenue of Suzaku Road, passing through West Eight and West Seven along the way.... Each mansion is the structure of the dormitory, the forest in front of the palace is hung with snow, the roof of the board of each mansion can be seen from afar, the bell of the temple can be heard from time to time, and even the tribute incense of the Buddhist hall can be smelled, the wind and snow night, handsome men and beautiful women, no wonder the aristocratic sons of this period like to get married and sultry, the antique charm, the mood of tranquility and ambition, there is a beautiful woman to accompany it, it is indeed very romantic.

"Childe, I'm confused today, why do you have so many sons in the Ping family, it's an uncle and a brother, I can't tell who is the elder and who is the junior. Hehe" Mo Jiu looked at Childe with a smirk.

The third prince is gentle, and smiled at Mo Jiu: "The Ping family is the first martial artist in the capital, of course, there are many descendants, and only a small part of them came today." ”

"Just a small part?" Mo Jiu's mouth opened widely, "Isn't this more grand than the Grand View Garden?" ”

"What did you say?" The corners of Childe's mouth raised, "Isn't this another.." Pointing to Mo Jiu's head.

"Childe, it's not that I'm stupid. It's me, you don't understand it yet. "Mo Jiu has to explain, and it is unfair to say that she has a problem with her brain if she doesn't understand.

"It's this small number that confuses me, and if all of them come in the future, I won't be blinded." Jiu'er muttered to herself.

"There's nothing confused, several elders of the Ping family are called uncles, or fourth uncles, second uncles, and juniors call the third son, as well as the brothers of the sect of the scriptures as the third uncle, the fifth uncle, but not necessarily the third uncle is older than the fifth uncle, the Ping family is ranked according to their respective mansions, for example, the son is ranked third in our mansion, and the son of Chongheng is ranked fifth in the mansion of the Lord of the Dao, but Lord Chongheng is still older than our son. Young Master Wei Sheng calls our son-in-law the third uncle, but he is a few years older than his son. Juzi chattered a lot, and the more Mo Jiu talked about it, the more confused he became.

But there was one thing she figured out: "That is, our son-in-law is older, is that what it means, isn't it..."Mo Jiu turned his face sideways and deliberately teased Juzi.

Dunsheng is indeed a young man, and he is the youngest of several sons at the banquet, but his personality is indeed "young and old".

"Childe, why don't you have meat in your meal?"

"The flesh of beasts is filthy, and only the inferior civilians eat it." Although Dunsheng Gongzi's attitude was very gentle, his words hurt Mo Jiu, who likes to eat meat.

"Isn't it good to eat some meat, especially for a martial arts practitioner like Childe, who needs more calories to maintain his physical strength, doesn't he?"

"Do people who practice martial arts have to eat meat, people who practice martial arts are never cold, what other calories do you need, Mo Jiu, you are so interesting." Childe smiled helplessly.

Mo Jiu was relatively speechless: Childe is really interesting, isn't what Jiu'er said about heat at all what he understands.

"Childe, are you also a martial arts practitioner?" Mo Jiu asked a stupid question, but she felt that she really didn't see a samurai today, and only saw some people in the "entertainment circle".

"The Hei family is a samurai family, and the son of the Hei family is still a Hei family if he doesn't practice martial arts." This time it was a tease to the child, and he was no longer smiling, he opened the curtain, and Dun Sheng looked out the window in the direction of Biqiu Mountain.

According to historical records, in February of the second year of Shouyong, the monks of Biqiu Mountain continued to make trouble, which had threatened the capital, and Dunsheng was worried about his family.

There was a sudden wind sound in his ears, and Dun Sheng suddenly reached out to catch something, but the cold light flashed, and the son had already jumped out of the car.

"What's wrong, Kikuko? It won't be ......" Mo Jiu's mind was full of images of various evil ghosts, so frightened that Jiu'er hurriedly tightened the side curtains, and Juzi was already so frightened that she couldn't answer Mo Jiu's question.

Outside the car, only the sound of a few people falling to the ground in a row was heard, and Mo Jiu couldn't rest assured, so he reached out to lift the curtain.

A hand quickly pulled back Mo Jiu's outstretched hand in the air, "Don't look at it, don't watch the bloody scene." ”

It's Dunsheng, at this moment, Mo Jiu finally confirmed that he was a samurai of the Hei family, and his skills were so fast that Mo Jiu didn't have time to react. Childe held a four-pointed double-edged hidden weapon with a hole in the middle, which was a kind of Japanese scout hidden weapon car sword.

"Quartet shuriken! Is it a scout sent by the Eastern Kingdom? Mo Jiu asked in surprise, could it be that the forces of Gen Yoshitsune infiltrated Heiankyo so quickly? Things are moving faster than everyone thinks.

Childe suddenly looked at Mo Jiu with a sideways face, "How do you know that this is the scout's secret weapon, who are you?" Childe's questioning made Mo Jiu not know what to do: yes, travel to the Heian period, who is he here? Who should it be?

"I... I don't know who I am, I'm just ...... Only... I hope to accompany you more. I don't know what's wrong, it's only been a day, Mo Jiu has already had a gust of wind and rain, a moment of joy and a moment of sadness, Lin Daiyu's tears are not as fast as hers.

Dunsheng Gongzi was gentle, gently pulled Mo Jiu's shoulder, and actually held her in his arms, "Okay, no matter who you are, I'm glad that I was able to see my wife before the marriage." It sounds funny, but the pain can only be felt by people of that era.

In the Heian period, Japan implemented the marriage system, the ladies were stays at home, if the sons were interested in which of the young ladies of the family, they first used double-layer tissue paper, wrote a few lines of songs as a love letter, and sent them to the boudoir of the young lady, if the young lady agreed, they sent someone back a love letter, and then the sons could sneak into the boudoir at night, do the rain and clouds, and leave the boudoir before dawn the next day, which can not see each other's faces, even go to three days, you can get married, after marriage, the ladies are still living in their boudoir, Childe can come over when he has time, and then he can meet during the day.

may be this bad habit, resulting in both young ladies and sons can never find someone who really matches their hearts, so they have to keep looking for beauty everywhere. For example, Mitsuka Childe in "The Tale of Genji" is a character who uses marriage to the extreme.

Mo Jiu hid in the arms of the prince of Dunsheng, no matter how handsome and elegant the young man was, he could not get out of the background of the era, the deep-rooted black teeth, the long-term vegetarianism, the cruelty of the warriors, the beating outside the car just now, Mo Jiu knew that at least seven or eight people had become the undead under the knife of the child.

At this moment, Mo Jiu doesn't know whether to be happy or sad, he has fallen in love with the third prince after a day of getting along. But she knows that this handsome son has one year of life left, and soon there will be a moment when the song will end and people will be dispersed, such a love catastrophe Jiu'er doesn't want to cross, she must not be able to bear the final parting, find the secret of her past life, and return to modern times to be an ordinary person. After Xuanye solved the cause of the evil in his previous life, Jiu'er took Xuanye away and returned to the grove in front of the temple, since he came from there, he should be able to find an exit from there.

"Childe, get out of the car." The voice of a small attendant is Childe's attendant Taimaru.

Juzi helped Mojiu get out of the car, and Taimaru stood in front of the car dressed in a straight look with a willow green armor, "Taimaru, what about the other attendants?" Mo Jiu clearly remembered that when he came out of the Mowaki Hall, he was followed by a dozen or so attendants, why was Taimaru himself left at this time.

"Miss Mo Jiu didn't know, what I met on the road should be the high-level scout next to Mu Seng Yizhong, before I could react, our people all fell to the ground, blaming me for being too slow, otherwise the scout's shuriken wouldn't have been thrown into the car, which frightened Childe and Miss Mo Jiu." In the blink of an eye, the people who went out were fine, this is gone.

"Childe, I'm tired, let's go into the house."

Juzi put on the city maid's hat for Mo Jiu, and walked through the corridor in front of the main hall, Mo Jiu came to his room, Juzi put the round cushion on the floor, and put down the curtains around the imperial ledger, spread soft cushions on the mat, and lit an oil lamp, "Miss Mo Jiu, you can rest." ”

"How do you know I'm going to rest?"

"It was ordered by Childe."

What a caring son, Mo Jiuxin said.