$483, Wedding (2/2)
"Although marrying someone else at the age of forty-seven is a very dishonorable and somewhat embarrassing thing to do, I still sincerely hope that I can get Miss Haruko's blessing and that Miss Haruko can attend my wedding! "
The sunlight shone lightly into the window pane, reflecting the amber tea in the teacup on the long table.
Yayoi held the prepared vermilion invitation in both hands and handed it to Inoue Haruko who was wearing a miko uniform across from her.
Haruko is now a slim woman, losing a bit of the youthfulness of a girl.
After more than ten years of fighting to unify the entire Dongliu Island, the years seemed to have left no trace on her face. Her skin was still supple and fair, but the sweetness between her eyebrows and eyes had already made her look sinister.
At this time, she opened the invitation and looked at it, a smile appeared on her serious face.
The glacier melted instantly.
"Haven't you heard your husband's name?
Not a samurai? "Qingzi asked with a smile.
The Yayoi girl nodded and replied, "Yes.
He was a small vendor selling pottery nearby. During the war with the Taira rebellion, I was seriously injured, and it was he who took me home to recover from my injuries. "
"Very good.
My elder Yu also found his own happiness. "
Haruko nodded lightly and put away the invitation carefully, listening to the Yayoi girl speaking expectantly in her ear: "I ordered a red wedding dress just as Miss Haruko said.
The red color is so beautiful. It makes an old woman like me look energetic.
The wedding hall was also decorated in red.
Miss Haruko must come then.
In our traditional wedding on Dongliu Island, the woman wears "Bai Wugou" because the mother's family believes that the daughter who gets married is as if she is dead, so she wears pale mourning clothes.
Now I have no parents,
Marriage is something worth celebrating, why should you wear white clothes..."
As Yayoi spoke, she carefully observed Haruko's face. Seeing that Haruko looked in a daze, as if she was remembering something, she paused. After the other party came back to her senses, she continued slowly: "Miss Haruko, Decorating the wedding venue and wedding clothes in red is still your previous suggestion.
You should also want to hold a red wedding with someone, right? "
Haruko lowered her eyes,
The amber tea in the teacup ripples.
Her living habits and expectations are all imprinted with someone's shadow.
Just like this cup of tea——
If he hadn't said it, how would she have tried this kind of tea that was only brewed without adding any spices, and made drinking this kind of tea her own habit.
"Zhu Zhaojun disappeared in Changchuan,
With the sword that burned Taira Reiko to death.
He won't come back.
If only I had been burned to death with a sword..."
Haruko looked calm.
The Yayoi girl's eyes were filled with sadness. She made several plans in her mind before finally speaking: "Miss Haruko, the Inoue family...can't have no successors...if the shogunate has no successors, the rebellion of the military officials will be unavoidable..."
"The shogunate will not have no successors." Haruko shook her head, "My brother will marry his wife in a few days.
Shortly after,
They will give birth to their children.
How could there be no successor? "
After listening to Inoue Haruko's words, Yayoi was silent for a moment, and nodded without asking any more questions: "Yes."
"I'm a little tired,
Mr. Yu, please go back and prepare for your wedding.
I will attend your wedding as promised. "Qingzi drank all the tea in the teacup and her voice became a little tired.
Yayoi nodded in agreement, got up and walked slowly to the door.
She paused at the door, turned around and looked back at the current head of the Inoue family - Inoue Kiyoshi, the general who conquered the barbarians. Miss Haruko could only be herself when she lived alone. Finally, she couldn't help but said: "Miss Haruko, in one's life, it is You will meet many different people.
Why trap yourself in one place? "
Haruko squinted her eyes slightly, enjoying the sunlight outside the window.
She did not respond to Yayoi's question.
Yayoi sighed softly, turned around, opened the door, and left the spacious room.
After she left for a while, Haruko opened her eyes and stared at the window pane in trance for a long time.
Then, she got up and walked into the depths of the room.
A shrine is fixed on the wall deep in the room.
Inside the shrine,
There is a sacred throne - the 'Zhulong Great Royal God's throne'.
On the throne of God,
A white dragon mask hangs.
Under the throne of God,
Kagura bells and sacred sake are placed.
Haruko picked up the Kagura bell and rang it.
A woman in a witch costume has a graceful figure, dancing alone under the cover of gauze.
…
Su Wu opened his eyes.
The sunlight outside the iron sheet house shone in through the window.
He looked at the tables and chairs in the boardroom and was stunned for a moment.
Every time I return to reality after the simulation, I can feel the alienation from the real world.
As the number of simulations increases,
Instead of weakening, this sense of alienation has become stronger.
He sat on the bedside,
It took a while to get used to it.
He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, which showed that the current time was already '10:35'. The sun was shining brightly outside the window. This '10:35' could not be night time.
The problem is that Su Wu vaguely remembered that Yun Nishang and he had agreed to leave for Tangcheng the next morning.
It should be late now, right?
Will it delay the flight to Tangcheng?
How much time has passed in reality during this simulation?
As his mind turned, Su Wu recalled the time he spent in the simulation world - he knew that he would not stay in Dongliu Island for more than three months.
And when he first started simulating, he did not simulate directly with his real body,
but with his consciousness - the consciousness simulation consumes less real time.
Su Wu casually took out the phone under the pillow and looked at the time on the phone. It showed that it was just after ten o'clock in the morning after a night.
"Last time I simulated the past life of the Kitchen God's disciple,
I used my real body to simulate it directly, and one day of simulation was equivalent to one minute in the real world.
The Kitchen God's disciple lived in the late Ming Dynasty.
This time, I simulated the swordsmith of Dongliu Island.
The real body simulation should take more than two months, close to three months - I started the simulation at 11 o'clock in the evening in reality, and it lasted until 10:30 the next morning, which was 11 and a half hours in between...
It was about one month in the simulation every four hours.
Although 'Abu's' father had always wanted to return to the Tang Dynasty, Jianzhen had crossed the sea to the east since more than 700 AD, and Ah Xiong had stayed in Dongliu Island for more than 200 years. It can be seen that the period of Dongliu Island should be more than 900 AD, or even 1000 AD.
At that time, it was either the end of the Tang Dynasty or the beginning of the Song Dynasty.
- Could it be that the further back in time the simulation goes, the more time is consumed in reality?"
Su Wu gathered the thoughts in his head, got off the bed and pushed open the door of the iron sheet house.
The sun outside was dazzling, making him squint slightly.
He walked out of the room, his eyes darting around, and he saw nothing unusual in the temporary camp of Zhanghe Village. The construction workers were still operating various machines and building various buildings. The rumbling sound of the machines kept ringing, which seemed very lively.
The door of the iron sheet house where Yun Nishang lived opposite was open,
and there was no one inside.
Did she go to Tangcheng alone?
An idea popped up in Su Wu's mind - and then he denied it.
It was he who was going to Tangcheng, Qushui and other places,
what was she going to Tangcheng for?
It was really absurd,
after so many simulation experiences, his mind was a little slow to recover.
There was a rumbling sound of machinery in his ears,
Su Wu pulled a chair from the door of the board house, and simply sat down. While squinting his eyes to enjoy the sunshine, he carefully calculated and alienated his thoughts in his heart.
Jiang Yingying had sent him a photo before,
the 'Eight Diagrams Bronze Mirror' in the photo aroused the perception of 'Tianpeng-Zhangxingyin'.
It was judged by Zhangxingyin as a torture instrument.
This bronze mirror is enshrined in the "Zhuahulang Temple" in the local countryside of Tangcheng.
So I agreed with Jiang Yingying to go to Tangcheng today to visit the temple.
Tangcheng is the first stop of the next trip.
Then we will go to Qushui from Tangcheng.
Go to Yuzhu Temple in Qushui City. There is a "Five Thunder Altar" in the Taoist temple. This is the most important goal of Su Wu's trip to Qushui. His "Inserting Mud to Send Soldiers Sword Technique" needs to master an altar before he can start practicing smoothly.
After the trip to Qushui, go to Longhu Mountain to see if there is any gain there.
Go to Linyang again.
The "Kitchen God Temple" in Linyang is most likely the temple that Su Wu and his junior brothers and sisters in the kitchen class opened at that time.
He left a copper ring there.
After all this is over,
he will set off from Linyang to the Secret Tibetan Region.
Sorted out...
Su Wu let out a long breath.
He heard footsteps approaching from the side.
The footsteps were quite brisk,
indicating that its owner was in a good mood.
Su Wu opened his eyes, turned his head to the left, and saw Yun Nishang walking quickly towards him.
Yun Nishang was holding some food in her hand. Seeing Su Wu looking at her, she smiled and raised the food in her hand: "Did you just wake up? Eat breakfast first!"
"Breakfast?"
Su Wu raised his body from the chair and asked Yun Nishang: "Aren't we leaving for Tangcheng today?
If we eat breakfast now, will we miss the plane?"
"It doesn't matter." Yun Nishang shook her head, "I knocked on your door and called you this morning, but there was no response. Then we adjusted the flight.
We have eaten now and will go to the airport at noon.
We will have lunch on the plane."
Yun Nishang wore a white sweatshirt today, paired with slim jeans. She walked up to Su Wu with her long legs and handed the food in her hand to Su Wu: "This is the freshly made buns in the cafeteria.
Have a few? They are delicious. I ate two!"
"Thank you."
Su Wu took the buns.
The buns in the plastic bag were still hot. He bit into the meat filling in one bite. The meat filling rolled in his mouth with gravy. It was really delicious.
Yun Nishang watched Su Wu eat from the side, her lips slightly raised, reflecting an attractive luster in the sun.
She continued: "The batch of ancient weapons and armor you needed last night has arrived at Zhanghe Village.
You can go check the things after dinner."
"Okay." Su Wu nodded.