The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

I read ancient books in the middle of the night, and I don’t know when I fell asleep.

The wick on the ancient table was still burning. Yu Xian turned off the light, threw the satin quilt covering his legs on the bed, closed the books on the table, and stretched out comfortably.

Himeji Castle is filled with mist and silence.

The sky was slowly lighting up, and the pine trees on the sea road were clearly visible. Between the horizon of Harima Beach and the clouds that stretched across the horizon at dawn, the bright red sun seemed to be celebrating the arrival of the new castle lord.

Four hundred years ago, during the mighty Warring States Period, Japanese tycoon Toyotomi Hideyoshi set out from here, conquered the entire territory of Japan, and became the fifteenth generation lord of Himeji Castle.

Yuxian Zhisheng also fell asleep after reading this.

In my mind, the next article will talk about the legend of Miyamoto Musashi coming to Himeji Castle.

"Master Yuxian, the offensive and defensive battle is about to begin. Can I serve you now?" A woman called softly from outside the door.

"I'm up, come in!" Yuxian Zhisheng shouted to the door.

Suddenly, women in long-sleeved kimonos and white stockings swayed out of the door, dressing him, washing him, and fixing his makeup.

Yu Xian, who had just woken up, was full of childishness, somewhere between a teenager and a child, and his expression was extremely cute. The women wanted to come up and touch his head, pinch his little nose, but they did not dare to go beyond the rules, so they could only They took turns wearing shoes and clothes for him, covering him with a black feather fabric that represented the identity of the city lord, and tightening the belt embroidered with ancient emblems.

"It hurts, it hurts so much." Yu Xian frowned childishly.

"It's okay, Master Yuxian, just bear with it and you'll be fine." The beautiful woman squatting in front of him, looking up at his chin, and tying the belt cord in, said loudly.

A little girl of twelve or thirteen years old came out next to her, wearing a beautiful kimono, with pearls on her temples. She brought four bowls of tea and rice, and sat next to Yu Xian's childish side, covering her lips and snickering.

"I want four bowls, Master Yuxian," the little girl said.

Eating four bowls in a row is a rule left over from the castle tower. When Toyotomi Hideyoshi attacked Hyuga Shomitsu, he ate four bowls of chazuke rice in a row and won a great victory. It is said that until the moment he beheaded the enemy general, he was Didn't feel hungry.

Fortunately, the portion was very delicate. Yuxian Zhisheng finished the meal quickly. The little girl took out Juanxiu from her arms and wiped his mouth.

Then he took his hand and came to the balcony of the castle tower.

"It's a favorable wind, sir! You see, the flags and horse tags are blowing in the direction of Kyoto with the west wind. Although the world often says that life is fragile and impermanent, today even God has commended us for our distinguished start and will surely bless us with a smooth future!" First of all, let’s shout out and tell the world about our departure!”

"Let's go!" Yuxian Zhisheng shouted to Chaoyang.

I have to say that this group of people is really professional. They have hired professional female geishas. The immersive feeling of being a city lord immediately envelopes everyone.

The extras in the castle tower accepted the order and started to move.

Accompanied by the sound of the horn, the conch player blew the conch. The horn sound as a signal was long and slow, resounding throughout the camp. Accompanied by the sound of the horn, the men and horses stopped. First, the central army began to respond, and then all the soldiers shouted like a sea wave. Roaring, it was a scene of warriors, and it seemed that even the neighing of the horses contained the momentum of swallowing up Akechi Mitsuhide.

Then, under the interpretation of professionals, the performance of the attack and defense battle officially began.

"How do you feel, Master Yuxian?" The beautiful girl took out the cake and handed it to his lips.

"It's great to have money." Yuxian Zhisheng sighed while eating, "It doesn't matter if you live in the city."

Poverty will indeed limit the imagination of most people. As long as you are rich, and extremely rich, even bloody battlefields can become playthings before your eyes.

Watching such a grand performance will open up even a layman's mind, right?

All the nobles in the world are calm and leisurely because they have been in this state of mind all year round.

This is the cultivation of tolerance.

Suddenly there was the sound of subtle footsteps behind him. When he looked back, he saw the god Hui Ling wearing a white lacquered gold-faced feather fabric. The wolf tail hair on the back of his head was tied with a red rope, and he was holding a stick in his mouth pretending to be masculine. A mung bean cake.

If he hadn't already known her true identity as a girl, at first glance, he would have thought that she was a beautiful child of a Tokyo aristocrat.

Yu Xian was naive and didn't expose her, watching her walk near him. She pretended to lie down on the wooden armchair, crossed her legs, and rested her ankles on the stone bench. She glanced over with a pair of almond eyes and snorted contemptuously.

When she arrived last night, Yuxian Zhisheng was still asleep and heard the sound of her putting luggage upstairs. The sound of reading also reached midnight, and Yuxian Zhisheng fell asleep to the sound of her reading in a low voice.

"Isn't there only one Lord of Himeji Castle?" Yu Xian asked naively, "Can you drive this person away? I get annoyed when I see him."

The little girl's expression froze, and it was clear that this issue was beyond her cognitive scope.

She quickly got up and went to find the director, but soon brought the news saying that she was very sorry and couldn't do it.

Yuxian Zhisheng was the one who bought the city sovereignty for him with money, while Shenhuiling was the head of the Shenhui family, that is, the chief royal officer in the Guoqinghui, who personally greeted the mayor.

Nominally speaking, both of them are untouchable, but the one who is even more untouchable is the latter.

It seems that I can't drive him away, so I'll just be out of sight and out of mind.

Yu Xian was not very interested in Japanese history and culture. He casually watched for a while, then stood up and left, but was stopped by the little girl.

"Please leave your thoughts and feelings here." The little girl looked serious and begged.

This is a special instruction from the mayor.

Unlike the upstart local tycoon Baoxia Castle, Yuzuru is the most popular young national idol at the moment. Being able to leave his poetry notes here will give Himeji Castle one more place to write in its external advertisements.

Yuxian thought about it for a while, looking at the pure white outer wall of Himeji Castle. The wide overhangs spread far and wide, and were stacked on top of each other. Under the massive rocks, they looked like egrets spreading their wings in their nests. .

On both sides of the wide river, more than a thousand cherry blossoms were falling silently, their lives ending forever.

He picked up his small regular script and wrote down notes on the blank paper:

The human world changes over thousands of years.

Sakura still smiles at Chunqing.

The history of Xunxuan Tianshou Pavilion.

The sky is the same as Egret City.

"Thank you, Master Yuxian." The little girl was overjoyed after completing the task.

When Yuxian Zhisheng left here with a naturalist, Shen Huiling jumped up from the chair, blocked the little girl's way, and stretched out his hand expressionlessly: "Give me the words."

"But..." The little girl took a step back.

Shen Huiling didn't ask for anything anymore. He squeezed over and grabbed the paper from her arms. He read it quickly and laughed at it: "This small regular handwriting is really embarrassing. If you don't know how to write, you don't have to pretend."

"I've never seen Shi, but it's embarrassing to climb up to this level."

"You want to treat this kind of thing as a treasure?" Shen Huiling raised his head in boredom.

"I'm very satisfied. If you feel bad, can you please leave a better writing?" The little girl shrank her head.

"Want me to leave some writing?"

As if she heard something interesting, the corners of her mouth opened slightly in disbelief, and she was angry again. She actually laughed excitedly, "Hey, are you treating me as...the same as him?" Someone?"

"Are you worthy of it? Are you insulting me by making such a request?"

She raised her eyebrows, laughed angrily, and reached for the little girl's hair. She wanted to pull it up hard, but then suddenly remembered what she was going to do today, she sneered, crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it on the ground. .

"Apologise, say sorry to me and let you go." She stretched out her foot and crushed the paper ball on the ground.

Seeing that her favorite pen and ink was completely destroyed, but there was nothing she could do about it, tears slowly welled up in the little girl's eyes and she bowed in front of her.

Shen Huiling lowered his eyes, glanced boredly, and turned away leisurely.

The castle tower has a total of six floors, and is connected by narrow and steep stairs all the way up and down, including small military cabinets such as the arrow room and the ninja hermitage. Naturalist Maeda Kouki walked in front and introduced Hazuru Shisheng all the way.

The place where the two of them were standing was facing the bow-shaped mountain flower in the middle of the castle tower. This place was called the "Chidori Pofeng". In ancient times, it was used as a protruding blockhouse for archery. Nowadays, long hanging fish and Chinese panels are added as the archery. Plastic, gorgeous style.

"Look at the ups and downs between the mountains, they are like the strokes of calligraphy. When you watch them here, you can also appreciate the beauty of the unity of nature and man." Maeda Koki said in a soft voice, "Toyotomi Hideyoshi was there. My lord, this is where I write cursive script and act arrogantly."

"Where is the place to practice calligraphy here?" Yu Xian asked naively.

"In the side room next to you, the teacher Miss Rina invited for you arrived early in the morning." Maeda Kouki said.

Yuxian Zhisheng nodded and immediately walked towards the side room. He came here to review calligraphy and did not have much time to understand the metaphysical calligraphy of the unity of heaven and man.

Cursive calligraphy was popular among Japanese aristocrats during the Warring States Period, and the handwriting here was all of the highest quality. Yu Xianzhisheng observed the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, and restored in his mind the cursive handwriting he had practiced for a long time.

Then, I reviewed with the calligraphy teacher the subtle techniques of brushstroke control.

Then review small regular script and running script.

Running script is somewhere between regular script and cursive script, and these three are enough to deal with climbing.

Pens, ink, paper and inkstones have already been placed on the small eucalyptus in the room.

Throughout the morning, Yuzuru never went anywhere else, concentrating on writing. When he ran out of ink, he turned up his kimono's long sleeves and lightly rubbed the ink.

There is no greater joy than teaching such a beautiful boy who is dedicated to learning and has such an excellent bearing. While the teacher next to him was instructing him on the subtle modifications, he was amazed at the speed of this boy's progress.

After a long period of forgetfulness, and after intensive review, Yu Xian's childishness fully stimulated the muscle memory of his previous life, and he couldn't help but shake his head and smile with regret.

If the little girl came to ask me for pen and ink at this time, I think what she got would make her even more happy!

He focused on practicing calligraphy and ignored what was going on outside the window.

Unknown to her, Shen Huiling pretended to meet by chance and wandered around the room. On the surface, she was looking at the paintings on the wall, but she couldn't help but secretly look at the writing on the small eucalyptus.

This boring glance made her face move slightly and her brows wrinkled.

Could this be something written by the same person?

Although it was still much worse than his own, he was learning too fast.

After reviewing all morning, Yu Xian felt hungry, so he went downstairs to eat a bowl of pot rice and some local fruits. Then he went to the souvenir shop to give Miyamoto Yukiko and the girls in the class They, as well as Kaori Fugetsu, all bought some souvenirs. The souvenirs were all different and carefully selected to suit their temperament. For example, Yukiko Miyamoto bought a commemorative book with many classic haiku poems in it. What he bought for Hei Mu Tong was a delicate little wooden sword, and Hua Niao Feng Yue bought a beautiful flower umbrella.

This bowl of water is served very flat.

There were people accompanying him all the way, and Shen Huiling followed him all the way, but he couldn't find an opportunity where only two people were present, so he couldn't implement his plan.

The orders from the four major consortiums required her to cooperate with Yuxian Zhisheng and get along with each other in front of the media and become good friends, but she had never planned to do so since she came here.

There is a much simpler way, and that is to let him have an accident. Not to mention letting him die here, but as long as he can't walk, hold a pen, or sing, it's simply unnecessary. Easier.

As long as he finds an opportunity, it is enough when he is alone. She has absolute confidence in the martial arts she has practiced.

Finally, at night, she found such an opportunity.

Yuzuru read a book in the attic for an hour, and tasted Kobe beef yakiniku with the mayor. Then he picked up his yukata and went to take a bath in the open-air hot spring a few hundred meters away, halfway up the mountain.

This inspiration is thanks to the maid at the hot spring hotel.

Just as she picked up her yukata and walked naturally to the girls' bath, the maid blocked her from the door.

"Master Kamie, this is a women's bath," the maid reminded in a straight Kobe accent.

Shen Huiling was stunned for about a second, then turned away, with shock and ecstasy on his face. She had been looking for such an opportunity all day, but she didn't expect it to come so easily.

Yes, to the outside world she is a boy, and this secret has always been well kept.

Therefore, it is natural to go to the men's bath by yourself.

Moreover, isn't the best place to deal with that guy in the men's bath? ! The water there is deep and the roads are slippery, so accidents are likely to happen. The most important thing is that he does not know his true gender and will not have any defense against himself...

With her heart beating very fast, Shen Huiling held her yukata in her arms and opened the curtain of the men's bath.

The place has been reserved, and what comes into view is the kimono and underwear that Yu Xingzhi has placed on the hanger. Shen Huiling picks up his clothes and sniffs them gently, making sure that this is his good body odor. .

His boxer briefs had Doraemon printed on them, which made her laugh and cry.

There is only one chance.

In order to avoid disturbing him, and also to prevent this golden opportunity from being shattered, she took off her clothes one by one. The white cloth strip used to wrap her breasts was also taken off and placed on the clothes hanger.

But this is just her own sentimentality. In fact, it is not visible at all. It is hard to imagine that there is such a flat place in the world. Perhaps even the flattest plain in the world, Eastern Europe, would be ashamed to see her.

Her hair is not short, just like before Yu Xian had her hair cut, with a small bun tied at the back.

Apart from her pretty cheeks, the only girlish feature is that her butt is pretty high.

Shen Huiling wrapped a bath towel under her body and walked slowly towards the hot spring bath.

There were bright stars above the night, the moonlight reflected the bamboo forest, and the water mist filled the air. She entered the water, moved her thighs across the warm water, and walked step by step towards the boy who was enjoying himself comfortably.

Then he sat one meter away from him and clenched his fists tightly.

Under the moonlight, my heart beat like a drum.