I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"The Nujia Chaowu, thank you Lord Samurai for your help..."

On the ground behind the young man, sat down on a young girl with a naive appearance, wearing a plain kimono, and a face of only seventeen years old.

She stood up from the ground pitifully, and bowed to the other side one hundred and eighty degrees, showing her good dancing skills.

"The grace of saving and saving lives must be remembered in the heart."

Not to mention that thanks to this person's righteous action, he can escape from the molestation of those ronin...

No matter who it is, anyone who has ever seen this young man holding two bamboo sticks from the "super-large string" of the dumpling house, cutting out sharp swordsmanship, and stabbing those ronin’s ass and thousands of holes, I am afraid it will be even more than she is now. Humble and polite.

"Is it Chaowu? The road sees injustice and draws a knife to help. It is the duty of the swordsman of my generation... Thank you, it's not necessary..."

It seemed that he remembered that there was someone behind him. The young man bit off the last ball on the bamboo stick, then turned around in hindsight, and showed a sunny smile to the girl who was only as tall as his shoulder.

"When I entered Yoshihara at the beginning of the next year, because the commercial street was too busy, I accidentally lost my way for a while. If it is convenient, can you tell me where the "Shinagawa Tower" is?"

"Shinagawa Tower?"

Staring blankly at the young man dressed as a samurai, squinting and smiling, the girl's brain went blank.

He was just molested by the group of ronin, just trying to escape in a panic, and didn't have time to pay attention to the appearance of the helper and murderous man.

The eyes are like clear springs, the face is like a crown of jade, and the body is like a jade...

Looking intently, this was a beautiful man with delicate and soft facial features, yet sharp as a sword.

He didn't shave the popular moon generation head, but used hemp rope to tie his long hair hastily into a bunch in the back, but on the contrary, he looked more beautiful, natural and unrestrained.

The most eye-catching thing is his plain black kimono that is casually draped over his shoulders like a cloak. On the wide and long left-sleeved robe, a large red flame pattern and white petals are gorgeously intertwined.

Depending on his age, he seems to be just like himself.

In this world, there are men who can be born so unbearable.

In contrast, the yin and yang guys in "Chrysanthemum Downstairs" are greasy and disgusting.

"That...you don't know...then I will look for it myself..."

"Blame the guy Ginji, he only left the name of the shop when he left, he must have known that I was going to chase it, and deliberately made things difficult..."

Seeing the dull-eyed and silent girl in front of him, the young man nodded apologetically and was about to turn around and leave.

"I... the slave house is the new build of Shinagawa Tower!"

Seeing him about to leave, the girl abruptly grabbed the gorgeous long sleeves that danced in the wind, and even the local accent jumped out.

In order to conceal the northern accent and conform to the habits of the upper class of Edo society, Yoshihara's female Yumi learns a unique accent called "Yoshihara Yanbu" since childhood.

If the teacher in charge of etiquette hears what she said just now, I am afraid she will lash her ass with a whip.

"It just so happens that the slave house is going back to the building, so let me lead the way for Lord Samurai to show my gratitude..."

In this era, most of the wandering girls who grew up in Yoko Yoshiwara are orphans or people whose families are poor and unable to support them.

And because Youkuo is praised as a place of elegance, prosperity and trend-setting, the involuntary identity of Younv will not be discriminated against, and she will even be regarded as making money here to "fulfill her filial piety" at home, which is not ashamed. Export things.

"It's not necessary to lead the way, I just want to ask for directions..."

"Those poppies may go back and forth at any time, since Lord Samurai has taken action to save the slave house..."

The unmanned girl in the first year of Qing Dynasty still carries a bit of childlike excitement and courage.

"If a good person does it to the end, send the Buddha to the west."

She involuntarily pulled the young man with a wry smile and walked along the long street.

If life is just as you see it at first, what's the matter with the autumn wind painting a fan.

...

"Yoshihara Yanshang", in the middle of Long Street.

"What are you talking about... We were an hour ago, not just..."

Faced with the gentle and gentle question of the morning fog, Abe Temple just wanted to say something, and Junko Kato behind him lightly pulled the corner of his clothes: "What we met before should be just a kind of illusion of memory reappearance. She shouldn't know us..."

"To stimulate them rashly, I am afraid that some important clues will be missed, so try to communicate first."

Before being on the hustle and bustle of the long street, after being broken by the two of their "quiet" life, Di Bianling, who ran away because of painful memories, is still lying on both sides of the long street "without cold bones", a little bit of steaming as resentment.

"Ahem... When the two of you arrived here for the first time, they had never veiled their faces with you."

Abe Temple lowered his head and coughed slightly, and the conversation turned, his hands, which appeared to be drooping, were secretly accumulating strength, which meant that when he saw a bad situation, he would slash with his sword.

"Fine...Although you seem to have known each other before, after all, you are not him..."

Facing this answer, Chao Wu seemed disappointed, her pale little face revealed infinite sadness.

"Tonight, Yoshihara cherry blossoms are already in bloom..."

She barely supported the evil spirit next to her, and stepped on the slender feet of heavy wooden clogs to draw out the horoscope again...

"Even if he can't come as promised..."

"Boom...boom...boom..."

Following her movements, the sound of uniform footsteps spread from the streets around the long street.

Those scorched black bound spirits who had stopped in the alley and side road and watched the team in the Oiran Road, all slowly gathered towards the sides of the long street.

The long street, which was originally piled with dark stumps, was crowded and impenetrable for a while.

The two only felt that they had returned to Yoko Yoshiwara in the Edo period and were among the crowds on the Oiran Road.

The only difference is that they "obscurely" got in the way of the oiran.

And the indifferent gazes of the earthbound spirits gradually shifted from the gorgeous and moving oiran to the two of them.

"Even if there is no one waiting at the gate, the morning fog still has to finish. This was not completed at the beginning..."

He raised his small chin, squinted his eyes slightly, and continued to slowly move the "eight characters" without squinting at the fog, and continued along the long street without looking at the two of them again.

"Once in a lifetime, walking for one person only, Oiran Dochu."

...

In 1654, Edo and Yoshihara Yukaku.

"Damn it's silver times, every time it takes so long, how long are you going to let me wait today..."

The man in a samurai costume with long hair tied behind his head, with a straw in his mouth, sits on the side of the street outside "Shinagawa Tower."

It is obviously the brightly lit and bustling Yoshihara Flower Street. His sitting posture and demeanor are as solemn as a Buddha in a Buddhist hall.

"Yao Shou Lang, why do you squat by the door and not sit in every time you come?"

The long sleeves full of flames and cherry blossoms were gently pulled, and a girl's playful questioning sounded behind him.

"Looking at your costume and the two good knives, it doesn't look like you are short of money."

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