The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

The wind whistled in my ears, but all sounds disappeared.

Yuxian Zhisheng ran outside the mansion desperately and looked at the foggy town at the foot of the mountain.

The sun has not risen yet, everything is quiet, the chirping of birds is endless, and the sweetness of the air is in the chest, but Yu Xian, who is wearing black cotton pajamas, is like the only dark and depressing figure in this beautiful picture. The clouds are incompatible with the surrounding environment.

He stared blankly, his mind spinning rapidly.

It turned out that there was something about Miyamoto Yukiko that he didn't know about. The fact that the man was willing to pick her up so early meant that the two of them had agreed to go on a date, but she actually didn't reveal anything to her.

Looking at the streets extending in all directions in the center of the small town, he felt for the first time the feeling of "drawing a sword and looking around at a loss".

"Calm down, calm down, Yukiko won't do it."

"She's not that kind of person, you have to trust her."

Yu Xian was rubbing his brows, his hands and feet were so frightened that they were cold.

He quickly ran back to the mansion, got on the bicycle, and meandered along the gentle road to the town at the foot of the mountain. His ears were sore from the late autumn wind, but he didn't care.

It's not that he doesn't trust Miyamoto Yukiko, but he is afraid.

She is willing to do anything for herself, even if it means sacrificing herself.

She warned him over and over again not to live with flowers, birds, wind and moon too early, but he didn't listen. And that was not the only mistake he made last night. He also made a big taboo, that is, chatting with a woman about another woman's secrets that she doesn't want others to know. Ever since he brought Hua Niao Fengyue home, she was obviously much more lonely and lost than before.

Maybe this is her hatred for herself.

His heart was beating fast, and indescribable despair filled his heart.

Yu Xian was pedaling his bicycle desperately, rushing around the town like the wind.

At the foot of the mountain are rows of low houses. Near the sea, the roofs are covered with thin wooden boards, like skewed stones, lying quietly on the ground.

Riding past the grocery store, he suddenly stopped the car and called out to the sisters in the grocery store.

"Sports car?" My sister shook her head after hearing this.

"never seen it."

"Are you sure there really isn't one?" Yu Xian asked again.

"No, I got up early in the morning to open the store." My sister looked at the young man in front of her worriedly. She had never seen him look so anxious before, and his eyes were bloodshot, which made him look a little scary.

"Yes. Isn't there a cool car passing by the store this morning? Sister, you also said that kind of car is driven by people in the city." My sister Lizi suddenly interrupted.

"So that's called a sports car?" My sister, whose family is poor and can't even watch TV, asked in surprise.

"Silly sister, a three-wheeled sports car is not the same thing as that." My sister shouted loudly, turned to Yuxian Zhisheng, and pointed in the north direction with her finger, "That's where the car is going."

Yuxian got on his bicycle and went quickly.

The whole town is high in the south and low in the north. Along the streets, the closer to the sea, the more prosperous the buildings are.

He recalled in his mind the scenery he wandered around when he first arrived in the Snow Country, and finally settled on a place.

It was a newly opened coffee shop.

Along the coast, there was only that cafe, with flowers on both sides and a small wooden sign hanging on the door.

Xuezi is a sentimental woman, so she must choose this place for her date.

Yuxian Zhisheng stopped as soon as he entered this street.

The car is indeed there.

The dark Lamborghini was parked at the entrance of the cafe.

The residents of the town had never seen such a luxury car before, and they were all looking at it as they came and went.

Yu Xian dropped his bicycle on the ground and ran over in stride.

In the cafe window facing the street, Miyamoto Yukiko was talking and laughing with the man.

He was a lean and handsome man, with gold-rimmed glasses on his fair, high nose. His hair was combed loosely, and his suit was placed on the chair behind him.

At first glance, Yu Xianzhisheng even thought it was An Sanji, but it was not the case. An Sanji's temperament was elegant and easy-going, and this man's temperament was just the opposite of him, with a demonic air all over his body. He is the type who is friendly with you on the surface, but can kill you in the blink of an eye.

This kind of man will probably be more popular with women than Ansanji, and he is an instant kill.

What Yu Xianzhisheng saw was that Miyamoto Yukiko leaned over and hammered the man's shoulder with her hand. The man smiled bitterly, shook his head, and shrugged his shoulders. He didn't know what he said to her, but it definitely made her laugh.

Xuezi likes such a man?

Yu Xian was standing across the street, suddenly feeling like a clown.

Good or bad, they all make themselves ugly.

But he's not a clown. A clown would turn around and walk away.

He is different, he will ask, he will take action, if Xuezi really likes that man, he will find a way to kill him, regardless of the consequences.

Yuxian Zhisheng gently pushed open the door of the cafe, and the bell on the door rang. When the waitress in the store saw the boy's good-looking face, she was stunned for a moment, and then said a welcome in surprise.

The two people in the corner of the cafe were chatting happily and did not notice his arrival.

"Do they have something?" Yu Xian raised his chin childishly.

"Not yet." The store manager was stunned.

"Two cups of American coffee." Yu Xian said naively.

The coffee was quickly prepared and the waiter was about to send it over, but he stopped him and said, "I'll do it." For a moment, the waiter was suppressed by the evil aura on his body and handed the coffee directly to his hand.

The footsteps got closer and closer, and the sound of the two talking became clearer and clearer.

"Don't worry about that child. Just get along with him normally. When he goes out to make announcements, he will naturally lose his feelings for you."

"No, that's not what I meant. I still want to be with him."

Are you talking about me? Yuxian paused for a moment, then continued walking forward.

"Your company will make him more and more bored, but I would like to buy more books about adolescent rebellion. If this happens, you will know how to deal with it."

"Oh." For some reason, he felt that Xuezi's tone was unexpectedly disappointing.

"Also, sister Xuezi, how do you usually wash your clothes?"

"Put it in the washing machine."

"With his clothes?"

"Um."

"I'll wash them separately in the future. It's not like he doesn't understand anything."

"That's it, I understand."

The conversation between the two people was suddenly interrupted.

"Hello, the coffee you ordered." Yuxian Zhisheng brought the coffee tray over and placed it in front of the two of them.

Miyamoto Yukiko was about to say that we didn't order coffee, but when she looked up, she looked shocked.

At this moment she wanted to run. But then I thought about it, I didn't do anything wrong, there was nothing to run away from.

Yuzuru placed the coffee in front of Miyamoto Yukiko.

He picked up another cup of coffee, placed it in front of Miyamoto Yukiko, and smiled at her: "Miss, please use it with caution."

Now it was the man's turn to be surprised. Is there a waiter like you? Or a child laborer?

The man suddenly remembered something, and when he saw Miyamoto Yukiko's surprised eyes, he guessed it at once, crossed his hands, rested his head back, and said with a smile: "Ah, this is childish, right?"

Yuxian made eye contact with him without saying a word.

"Sure enough, it's better to meet someone than to hear someone."

The man concealed the admiration deep in his eyes and smiled thoughtfully. Then he picked up the suit on the chair and raised his chin: "Sister Xuezi, since the things have been delivered, I will leave now. Let's make an appointment next time."

"I have caused you trouble." Yukiko Miyamoto stood up and bowed slightly apologetically.

"Don't be like this, you should." The man saluted politely and walked outside without saying a word.

"Wait a minute." Yu Xian stopped him and asked calmly, "How do you know my name?"

The man paused, turned around, smiled bitterly, and raised his chin at Xuezi: "Nine out of ten of her sentences are about you. I don't want to know, but you can't help it, right?"

"Let's go slowly without seeing him off." Yuxian Zhisheng said to his back.

The man did not look back, waved his hand, got into the Lamborghini, and quickly sped away.

"Have you finished chatting?" Yu Xian slammed the table.

Seeing his cute look, Miyamoto Yukiko almost died laughing.

"We're done chatting." She picked up her coffee and took a sip.

"Are you happy?" Yu Xian's naive face looked very ugly.

"Anyway, I'm happier than last night." Yukiko Miyamoto looked at the sunshine outside the window and wrote lightly.

"You are not allowed to go out with other men." He said word for word.

"Why do I need your consent for what I do? Who are you to me?" Miyamoto Yukiko asked, she has always been a soft-spoken person.

"I am your only one." Yu Xian said seriously.

"Well, you are the only one for me. You brought your girlfriend home to cook for me and praised her for her good cooking and mine. You took my underwear and talked about my secrets with her. You had a great time talking. Yeah." Yukiko Miyamoto curled her lips and said, her words clearly filled with sadness.

"Are you jealous?" Yu Xian was overjoyed.

"There's no need to be jealous of your child." Miyamoto Yukiko smiled and wanted to refute something, but felt that nothing was appropriate. She simply picked up her bag and stood up to go home.

Yuxian picked up the pushed bicycle, locked it, and followed quickly.

Then he took her hand.

Miyamoto Yukiko glanced down at him and did not let go.

Two people walking on the road.

On the right are terraced fields and on the left is the sea.

Suddenly the wind picked up.

Xuezi's skirt swayed in the wind. She covered her eyes and felt the breeze blowing on her face.

The full breasts of the world and the beauty of late autumn are intertwined in this windy moment.

It was uncomfortable to hold his hand.

So she grabbed his hand in turn and held it in her hand.

"Who is he?" Yuxian asked naively.

"My old classmate in Zending Maple Garden, Gen and Heji." Miyamoto Yukiko said softly.

Yu Xian was startled. He knew that he had heard this name from Li's mouth. At that time, Li was so angry that he said it smoothly - if you want to gain a foothold in the Yuan family, you must either have the emperor's fighting power, or be with the big brother. Just like Heiji, the butler Gen had a brain that could kill people, that's what he said at the time.

Minamoto and Heiji, the chief steward of the Minamoto family, his status is equal to that of the emperor, and he serves as the think tank of the Minamoto family. Yuan and Yilong told themselves that Yuan Heji betrayed the National Council of Ministers and joined the Yuan family, and was given the surname Yuan and He by the old man.

Having said that, he then remembered that Miyamoto Yukiko was once a special admissions student at Zending Maple Court. Her past was also very glorious, but she was too gentle in front of him, so he completely forgot about it.

"Is that the chief butler of the Yuan family?" Yu Xian looked up at her.

Miyamoto Yukiko suddenly frowned, paused, lowered her head and stared into his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Yuxian Zhisheng was shocked by her look.

"I just said his name. How do you know his identity in the Yuan family? This is the secret of the Yuan family. Who told you." Miyamoto Yukiko questioned.

"Yuan and Yilong told me." Yu Xian said with a naive smile, wanting to show off in front of her, "I have a very good relationship with him."

"People from the Yuan family will not talk about this to outsiders. As the personal warrior of Miss Kurobutong, Yuan Heyilong is willing to tell you this, which shows that he does not treat you as an outsider..."

Miyamoto Yukiko's beautiful eyes gradually gathered evil energy.

"Zhisheng, are you and Heimutong...?"

broken! She noticed it!

Yu Xian's childish fingers trembled slightly.

Xuezi is surprisingly sharp in this aspect.

Seeing his cowardly look, Miyamoto Yukiko immediately understood. First her heart felt sour, and then her anger surged up. She was so angry that she slapped his head twice: "Children, are you trying to provoke me?" How many girls are you going to take home for me to take care of you in the future?"

Yuxian Zhisheng shrank his head: "Your mother is the best in the world, why not?"

"What did you say?!" Miyamoto Yukiko stretched out her hand and pinched his little ear, "Children, I just discovered today that your little abacus is very good. Did you bring the little flower and bird back just to test me? Once I accept your tolerance, you can bring the next one back.”

Yukiko, you are so smart.

This little fox's tail was stepped out by you.

Yuxian's ears were held up as a child, and he kept crying out in pain.

Miyamoto Yukiko was afraid that it would really hurt him, so she sighed heavily: "It's up to you. Anyway, I don't care about your bad things. I'm tired of being a little flower bird."

As she spoke, she had a look of resentment on her face, and her pace quickened, not wanting to talk to him.

Yuxian Zhisheng came over and held her hand again.

She shook it off, but Yu Xian naively held on.

Finally, she sighed softly, helplessly, and took his hand again.

"Xuezi, you haven't said what you want to do with the chief butler of the Yuan family?" Yu Xian said naively.

Miyamoto Yukiko let go of his hand, took out an old booklet with bound pages from her bag, and threw it into his arms.

——"Scroll without Knife".

This is the scroll of the essence of Yagyu Shinin-ryu. Yagyu Shinin-ryu does not agree to practice sword skills by killing, but emphasizes a 'swordless attack' method of fighting the enemy, that is, to control the opponent with bare hands, including practicing When using swords, bamboo swords are used to avoid unnecessary damage.

‘If we don’t kill, we will win by not being killed. ’

This type of swordsmanship focuses on defense and eliminating novices' fear of cold swords in the early stage. It is the most suitable swordsmanship for novices to use to lay the foundation.

The Minamoto family possesses all existing swordsmanship in Japan, including the ancient murderous swordsmanship.

Miyamoto Yukiko lent him this book first, instead of directly teaching him the Miyamoto family's own Niten Yishi, which can be said to be very thoughtful.

"Don't you want to learn swordsmanship from me?" Miyamoto Yukiko said, "So I went to help you get this from the Minamoto family. This winter, you can lay a solid foundation."

Yuxian Zhisheng lowered his head and looked at the ancient book in his hand, feeling very moved in his heart.

It turned out that she was still doing it for herself.

"But, you don't need to go to the cafe to meet him." He raised his head and said timidly.

Yuxian Zhisheng is not a stingy child, but when it comes to matters related to Miyamoto Yukiko, he always cares about every detail, and can even be said to be a little twisted.

"Did I say before that I would invite a guest to my house for dinner?" Miyamoto Yukiko crossed her arms and looked at him angrily.

"Yeah." Yu Xian nodded obediently.

"Did you tell us not to stay at home and let us go to the town?" she added.

"That's what I said." Yu Xian nodded naively.

"Do you understand now?"

"I understand, Yukiko, I'm sorry."

The misunderstanding was solved, and Yu Xian was having fun holding the book.

"Xuezi, you are the best woman in the world, bar none." Yuxian hugged her waist and put his head on her belly. Even though he was a teenager, he still acted like a child.

Miyamoto Yukiko sighed and stroked his hair gently.

"Then when can I learn the sword from you?" He raised his head and asked.

"It depends on your performance." Yukiko Miyamoto held his hand and continued walking towards home, "From now on, practice your basic skills seriously and don't always focus on girls."

After saying these words, her steps became brisk.

Yuxian Zhisheng followed her, holding the ancient book tightly in his arms.

He wanted to learn the sword from her early and make her his female master, so that even if he returned to Tokyo, he would have plenty of time to stick with her.

Moreover, I really want to see Yukiko in white samurai uniform as soon as possible!