……

Yoshiwara Flower Street.

on the streets.

It's daylight at the moment.

Yoshiwara Flower Street, which is even more brilliant at night, is also full of pedestrians walking on the road at this moment.

In front of a teahouse.

A couple of drunk men were huddled together, talking something with exaggerated and terrifying faces.

"Hey, have you heard anything lately at night?"

"Huh? Why, you made the Oiran of Kyogokuya stare at you? ”

His companion raised his glass and teased, "Are you scared to pee your pants?" Hahaha! ”

"Tsk, no!" The man shook his head, his expression serious, he lowered his voice, and looked around carefully before he dared to share it with his companions:

“… In the past few months, it has been common to hear extremely strange roars in the middle of the night. ”

His eyes were flustered:

"Just last night."

"I heard that, too."

……

Kyogokuya.

Sunlight blurred through the paper window and spilled onto the corridor on the second floor, and the white dust in the beam was clearly visible.

Stomp Tread... The sound of running and stomping on the wooden floor came from far and near.

The girl with her hair tied was holding a headband in her mouth and trotted back into her ponytail.

Her eyes were frightened, her expression was panicked, she was a little scrambling, and cold sweat couldn't stop breaking out on her forehead.

Not good, not good!

The room is a mess and hasn't been tidied up yet!

If you let the warabi Oiran see it...

Thinking of this, the young girl felt a chill in her heart, and the speed of the trot couldn't help but be faster.

The Oiran...

In the entire Yoshiwara Flower Street, it is famous.

- because of her fairy-like beauty.

But only the Dana of Kyogokuya, as well as their personal retinue of Oiran, know.

The Oiran of the Fern Queen, what a wicked existence.

Beside her, she was beaten and abused at the slightest mistake, and even disappeared the next day, sometimes forcing others to die just because it was not pleasing to the eye.

Sisters who are scared but have nowhere to run have committed suicide several times!

That terrible Oiran with a vicious temper was already a nightmare in her heart.

No.

- It should be a nightmare for everyone in Kyogokuya.

Suddenly.

Trample.

As soon as the girl ran around the corner of the hallway, she faintly heard the sound of conversation coming from one side of the room.

Hearing the familiar voice carved into her heart in the room, the girl's face suddenly turned pale.

Oiran of the Ibanahime... It's been here...

……

Inside the house.

The light-filled windows are obscured by various sumptuous screen stickers, and the room is so dim that no sunlight penetrates.

Only the candle flame on the table flickered slightly, bringing a glimmer of light to the dark room.

“… Madame. ”

The woman in the heavy and gorgeous Oiran clothes was tilting her head slightly, her tone was cold, and her indifferent gaze swept over the person in front of her:

"What I was looking for a few days ago, is there any news?"

"Hmm...", the person called "Boss Lady" held her breath, she looked up at the Oiran in front of her worriedly, and her face was a little ugly:

"It's all here."

The proprietress hurriedly spread out the long strip of cloth wrapped in her arms, and showed the neatly arranged cyan flowers to the fern her, and her voice trembled slightly:

"I asked the flower merchant to buy all the blue flowers I could find."

"They are all freshly picked flowers, and if they are taken care of, they will not wither in a few days or a week."

With that, she cautiously raised her eyebrows, observing the expression of the fern queen:

"What the guest wanted, I stopped too."

She adds:

“… If that's not enough, I'll keep looking..."

The proprietress is named "Mitsu".

It has been a few years since she took over the burden of Kyogokuya from the hands of the previous proprietress.

Over the past few years, she has become more and more aware that something is wrong with the Fern Hime.

It's not just a quirky character.

Thinking of the scene she saw a few days ago, the proprietress couldn't help but sweat nervously on her forehead.

The hideous tentacles waving in the night sky and the screams that almost punctured her eardrums were etched in her mind.

This kind of scene, in just one month, actually made her bump into it three times in a row!

She Sanjin He De how can he.

I asked the previous bosses, and they all turned a blind eye to them, and they didn't see them at all.

Goo.

Mitsu swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The Fern Oiran - Not a human being.

Just as the proprietress cowered and bowed her head, waiting for Oiran's answer.

Front.

"All of them..."

Fern Ji's eyes swept over the row of flowers in front of her, the coldness on her face slowly relaxed, and her tone gradually became relaxed:

"Then I'll be bothering you, lady."

She turned her face slightly, as if she was in a better mood, and a rare smile appeared on her face.

His eyes were raised from the bottom to the top, but the words he said were extremely cold:

"You can go out."

Hear the words.

"Ah, yes, yes."

The proprietress was stunned for a moment, then nodded hurriedly, turned around a little helplessly, and opened the door that led to the lightless staircase.

Squeak –

Left the room.

It's clear that she's the proprietress of Kyogokuya.,In the Bracken Hime.,But the identities seem to be reversed.。

Click.

After turning her back and closing several doors to ensure that no sunlight leaked into the innermost room, the proprietress breathed a sigh of relief.

Doorway.

"Old... The hostess..."

The young girl stood at the door in a panic, her eyes looked anxiously at the proprietress who had just walked out of the room, and her two little hands unconsciously put together:

"I... I—" She was so anxious that she was about to cry: "The room hasn't been yet..."

His eyes wandered to the door of the room, and his feet unconsciously stepped on the ground left and right.

"It's fine."

The proprietress sighed, took a step forward gently, held the girl in her arms, patted her back slightly with her hand, and comforted softly:

"I've already cleaned it, and the Oiran of the Warabi won't be angry."

Pat.

"Rest assured."

The girl who was hugged paused slightly, tears welled up from her eyes, and she sobbed quietly in the arms of the proprietress.

"Hmm... Well! ”

……

……

Inside the house.

Not paying attention to the movement of the proprietress and the girl, Bracken-hime set her eyes on the flowers in front of her.

No, it should be called Fallen Hime.

Warabi is nothing more than a disguised name, and she has changed her name several times in the two hundred years since Edo.

Every ten years, she changes her name, her appearance, and her position.

What hasn't changed is that she has always been Yoshiwara's Oiran.

And it's the most popular one.

Smack.

Fallen Ji casually picked up a cyan flower, and her slender fingers twisted slightly, observing:

“… What does the cyan flower look like? ”

The warm light illuminated her gradually changing side eyes, and in the turquoise eyes, the black font was different from before.

[winding]

[iii]

I don't know what the situation is, but since the last winding meeting.

Her rank in the upper string, all the way up.

Although each advancement is accompanied by fear that trembles all over the body, it is worth it.

The blood concentration of the miserable adult in the body is also rising-

- But.

There was a hint of doubt in Fallen Hime's expression.

During this time, she didn't even eat a single pillar, thinking about it.

In the end, I can only attribute all this to the special favor of Lord Wumiao.

Just when Fallen Ji looked at the flowers found by the proprietress one by one.

Suddenly.

She frowned, turned her head from side to side and looked around, feeling a faint sense of malice.

After a fruitless search.

Fallen Ji retracted his eyes suspiciously.

She thought back to the days before.

The current one of the upper strings, Tong Mo, suddenly came to visit her station.

Although there are many women in a place like Flower Street, Tong Mo occasionally comes, but he doesn't dare to be too frequent.

The winding and winding are often put together, and they will be punished without misery.

……

The other day.

Night.

Tong Mo gently fanned the golden copper fan, and the fan blades reflected the light of the candle flame, which looked very sharp.

“… Mr. Tong Mo. Fallen Ji looked at Tong Mo who suddenly visited with some doubts, she didn't seem to hear Tong Mo's words clearly, and blinked her eyes:

"You... What did you just say? ”

For this Tong Mo who turned himself into a ghost and introduced him as a winder, he still has a good impression of him.

Syllable!

The copper fan that was opening was put away by Tong Mo with a snap, revealing the lower half of his face where his green tendons were slowly fading.

Tong Mo looked at Fallen Ji with a smile, the corners of his mouth were bleeding red, and after sticking out his tongue and licking it slightly, his voice was soft:

"At the last winding meeting, you haven't forgotten what Lord Wu Miao mentioned, right?"

His tone changed slightly:

"Teal Flowers."

……

The lights flickered slightly.

Rustling...

The ribbon behind the fallen Ji moved, swept away the remaining stumps eaten by Tong Mo, and wrapped them in the huge "granary" under Flower Street.

"In a few days."

"Lord Wu Miao will personally control your body and me to check the search of the cyan flower."

Tong Mo smiled, his eyes were crooked, looking very gentle, and he stretched out his long fingers:

"Be prepared, Fallen Hime."

When he said preparation, he naturally referred to the cyan flower.

Hear the words.

Fallen Ji blinked her eyes in disbelief, she opened her mouth slightly, with an expectant look on her face, and leaned forward slightly:

“… Really, really! ”

No miserable adults... To control my body...

Under the light, Fallen Hime's face was clearly crimson, and her eyes trembled slightly.

Fallen Ji, for the ghost king is miserable, has an unparalleled worship.

After thinking wildly in her mind for a while, Fallen Hime's expression became serious, she sat upright, and nodded:

"I'll be ready!"

When I opened my eyes, my green eyes were full of yearning and expectation.

Although there was a doubt in his heart about "why didn't Lord Wu Miao come in person", Fallen Ji didn't say it.

Wouldn't it be better not to come in person, but to control it directly!

Fallen Ji pursed her mouth slightly, her cheeks flushed.

She's not stupid.

Seeing this, Tong Mo, who was not clear about the inner thinking process of Fallen Hime, nodded with satisfaction.

After the "death" of Black Death Mou, Tong Mo, who was the most powerful, became an agent of no misery among ghosts for a while.

He didn't know what emotions were, and suddenly became the best trash can to vent his depression.

Then.

Fallen Ji, who was thinking wildly, was stunned by the light reflected by a smooth and curved piece of iron tied to Tong Mo's arm.

"Mr. Tong Mo?" She stretched out her hand to the delicately polished, weather-beaten piece of iron, which didn't seem to exist the last time we met:

"It's... What is it? ”

Tong Mo followed the gaze of Fallen Hime, and after seeing the ninja headband tied to his arm, he suddenly smiled easily and turned around:

"Ah, the newly found trinkets." He opened the fan and covered his face slightly: "It is said to be a ninja's forehead guard." ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand casually:

"Well, small things, don't care."

Fallen Ji glanced at it with some surprise.

- Now, are there still ninjas?

……

……

Following.

Butterfly House.

The hermits who have been busy for a long time finally have time to rest.

Aoi Kanzaki, who was pulled together by a few hidden people, also sat in the corner of the corridor, looking up at the sky outside the window.

After hearing the faint sound of sleepy breathing coming from a few faint voices beside him, Kanzaki Aoi was slightly stunned.

It suddenly occurred to her that this seemed good.

……

Second floor.

"Sister."

Butterfly muttered to herself, sitting at the workbench, holding a syringe filled with purple liquid.

With a calm expression, after taking a deep breath, she rolled up her sleeve and pointed the needle to her arm, ready to inject herself.

Knock knock!

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Frightened, Butterfly couldn't help but be startled, she quickly put away the needle and stuffed it into the drawer on the side.

Creak...

The door was slowly pushed open.

"What's the matter..."

Butterfly Shinobu sorted out her emotions and smiled and looked in the direction of the door.

When her eyes met for a moment with Tomioka Yoshiyu, who was standing outside the door with a blank face.

Creak...

The green tendons beat faintly on the forehead.

“… Mr. Tomioka? ”

Doorway.

Tomioka hid his hands behind his back, and he brought a piece of food.

It was he who learned after some inquiry, the ginger that Butterfly Shinobu liked.

I did it with Mr. Scale.

Of course.

It was only after explaining the general situation to the scales that he was reminded by the teacher that he should make amends, and he knew.

"If you don't make amends, the butterfly should be angry."

Scales left to teach his disciples in this respectful way.

……

……

Meanwhile.

Downstairs.

In the room where the Kamato family lives.

Tanjuro was sitting at his desk, holding a pen and writing on paper.

"Daddy!" The youngest Mrs. Six curiously stretched out her little hand, grabbed the edge of the table, and stood on tiptoe to look up:

"While writing... What? ”

"Alright." Midouzi rubbed her wrists, she had just finished repairing Takeo and Shigeru, who were wielding wooden knives in the house, and walked over helplessly and took Mrs. Liu:

"Don't bother Daddy, good."

"It's fine." Tanjuro smiled, he turned his head, reached out and touched the head of the sixth wife, and replied:

"Daddy is writing a letter to the maternity house."

Trample!

With a red bag on his head, he threw away the wooden knife in his hand and leaned over without fear, looking at the letter.

Then he said out curiously:

"Yoshiwara... Flower Street? ”

He turned his head and looked at Tanjuro suspiciously:

"Dad, are you going to Yoshiwara Flower Street?"

"What is that place?"

Then.

Smack.

A slight noise came from the direction of the doorway.

Everyone's eyes immediately looked there.

Aoi Zhi was standing at the door, the hairpin in her hand fell to the ground, thinking back to Fang Caimao's words in her ears, and looked at Tanjuro in a bit of a daze:

“… Flower Street? ”

Tanjuro was sitting, but the next moment, he reacted, his pupils shrank, and he stretched out his hand and shouted:

"Not really!"

(End of chapter)