The Beyonder of Xingyue Gensokyo Chapter 809

Liangyiluo took out some bread crumbs at some point in his hands, and sprinkled them casually, like pieces of falling cherry blossoms. The bread crumbs were sprinkled on the water surface, and the fishes rushed to gather together, pecking at each other.

At this moment, Liang Yiluo looked up, and under the leadership of the housekeeper, Miyako Fujiwara was walking here with her head bowed in small steps.

Seeing that Liangyi was lagging behind, the butler hurriedly saluted, "Master Liangyi!"

Greeting respectfully, the others also stood aside, brought the maid from Liangyi to the butler, and told him some instructions that Fujiwara did not wait for.

The housekeeper and maid didn't dare to stay for a long time. After bringing the young lady, they left in a hurry, leaving space for the two of them. Everyone in the whole mansion was ordered by Fujiwara Bubi, and no one dared to disturb them.

Meihong still wore the same red kimono, but it was different from the previous ones. This time she was wearing a fine brocade, embroidered with flowers from the other side, which was just the icing on the cake.

This country has always been so obsessed with this symbol of death.

The corset tightly wrapped around her slender waist, outlining her somewhat thin figure, and the hem of the kimono was just right, binding her legs so that she could only take small steps, adding to the beauty of women.

The smooth long hair is coiled up high, tied with a comb and the temples, and light makeup is painted on the pretty face, which makes Meihong look less strong and more feminine.

"Master Liangyi..."

Meihong was still somewhat restrained, and performed a perfect etiquette to Liangyi.

Usually she is naughty like a boy, but that is just for her mother, as the daughter of the right minister, she was taught the most noble etiquette by her mother since she was a child.

"You don't need to be too polite..."

Liang Yiluo stepped forward and took her little hand directly.

Meihong shrank her small hands slightly, a little scared, but looking at the gentle and smiling young man in front of her, thinking that she would marry him as a concubine, she tried her best to suppress her embarrassment and let him pull her.

Meihong's hands are cold, and Meihong's hands are very thin.

Shaking the small hand in the palm, the thinness makes people uneasy, Liang Yiluo said with some distress: "Gongzi is a little thinner, but don't be unable to keep up with nutrition, and you will get sick by then."

"I, I know..."

Meihong lowered her head, her tone was a bit small, her face was full of sweetness, she was neglected since she was a child, what she hoped most was to be cared by others.

Liang Yiluo secretly sighed.

Sure enough, in a big family like the Fujiwara family in ancient times, it was impossible to cultivate the character of the younger sister in the future. Human beings are social creatures. Under the influence of our ears and eyes, except for a few weird people, most people do what suits them. identity matter.

Holding Meihong's hand, Liangyi walked unhappily, and walked with her on the road of Fujiwara's house. Peach blossoms were planted on both sides of the road. On the soil, green grass thrived. Occasionally, some birds survived the cold weather. In winter, chirping and singing cheerfully.

Serious samurai guard the places that most people can't see, and beautiful maids are waiting at any time. It's no wonder that power can fascinate people.

Liang Yiluo didn't speak, just admired the surrounding scenery, and Meihong also accompanied her, walking side by side with him with small steps.

"Does Gongzi have any other names?"

Suddenly, Liang Yiluo asked.

Liangyiluo's sudden attack made Meihong flustered for a while, she calmed down, although she didn't know why Liangyiluo asked such a question, she still answered seriously: "There is no other name..." After a pause, she hesitated .

"The palace has something to say, from today onwards, I will also be your husband, from now on we will be a family, don't hide it."

Liang Yiluo saw her hesitation and smiled encouragingly.

Mei Hong blushed, she was a little shy about Liang Yiluo's words, she said embarrassedly: "Mother always calls me Mei Hong..."

"Your sister is red..."

Liangyi lowered her head and pondered, sure enough, she is Fujiwara Meihong.

Seeing Liangyiluo's appearance, Meihong was a little flustered, and hurriedly said, "Master Liangyi, what's wrong with this name?"

"No problem, no problem..." Liang Yiluo waved her hands again and again, signaling that she is fine, "...Dyeing yourself red would be a good name. Why don't I call you sister Hong from now on?"

Liang Yiluo blinked at Meihong, and said with a hearty smile: "Only your mother and I call you Meihong, does this make us appear closer?"

Mei Hong's complexion was happy, and she pursed her lips into a smile, as if peach blossoms were in full bloom.

Compared with the name Fujiwara Miyako, she prefers Fujiwara Meihong. This is the name chosen by my mother, the name my mother has called for fourteen years.

My mother said that my mother took care of me for the first half of my life, and my future husband took care of me for the second half of my life, so the person who calls me Meihong must be my closest person.

Thinking of this, she secretly glanced at the young man with a gentle and generous smile.

This person is Meihong's future husband, the one who will be with Meihong for the rest of her life.

The fourteen-year-old girl's heart sprouted. The more she looked at this handsome young man, the more satisfied she became. She felt that he might be the most perfect person in the world. Marrying him would be a kind of happiness. My mother would also like to marry him. will be happy.

In Fujiwara Meihong's fourteen years of life, she has come into contact with very few men. In her mind, the most powerful man is the father who both resents and admires him.

She knew that her father was very powerful outside, very powerful, so powerful that His Majesty the Emperor now respects his father very much.

But the young man in front of me is a man who can stand shoulder to shoulder with my father. He is very gentle and treats me very well.

Mei Hong was thinking faintly, and without knowing it, she also clenched Liang Yiluo's hand.

Just like this, I am content to accompany my mother quietly, and accompany my future husband for a lifetime, and to care for my husband and teach my children...

Chapter 0039 still hazy girl

For the whole day, Liangyiluo accompanied Meihong, walking leisurely in the compound of Fujiwara's family, laughing and laughing from time to time.

Mei Hong is like those young ladies who have lived in the boudoir for a long time, covering her mouth and smiling lightly, her dark eyes with light eye shadow narrowed into small crescents.

She felt that Liang Yi Luo was really an interesting person.

He is not as serious as his father, nor as arrogant as the legendary big man. The clouds are light and windy, as if they are about to float away at any time.

Meihong held his hand tightly, afraid that he would really go away against the wind like that hallucination.

He is very easy-going and always talks about ideas that are not in line with the world, but Meihong does not feel disgusted or panicked, but is very interested. Fujiwara Meihong, she was a somewhat rebellious child, Liang Yiluo's outrageous remarks made Meihong like him even more.

But Meihong is always a little scared.

Because of her future husband, she always doesn't feel like a human being.

It's not a dirty monster like a monster, but like a god, it seems to smile at people, but its heart is extremely cold.

Meihong is a very sensitive person.

"Perhaps, maybe he has an unbearable past..."

Meihong stood under the peach blossom tree, secretly thinking.

At a young age, he is in the top position, and at a young age, he is well-read and memorized. This is no longer explained by talent. He must have a firm and hard-working past.