Qingming opened his eyes with some discomfort. The surrounding light was not dazzling. It felt like dusk. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to support his forehead. After regaining consciousness, he couldn't help but feel stunned.
In front of him was a very unfamiliar roof. He sat up, barely supported his arms and looked around.
The furnishings in the room are very elegant. Some of the exquisite objects are not comparable to those in the homes of some nobles in Heian Kyo. The dusk light dimly filters in from outside the paper shoji door, giving the whole room a very gentle feel.
s color.
Qingming frowned, looked down at himself, and found that his body was wrapped in gauze several times, and that his right arm was dislocated and was tied tightly with cloth strips.
The wounds on his body were painful, but they were within his tolerance range.
——It should be said that before he officially became an Onmyoji, injuries of this degree were already commonplace for him, and he didn't think it was anything to take seriously.
I don’t know where this is…
Qingming was thinking about it, and when he was struggling to get out of bed, he heard the door being pulled open and a somewhat familiar voice said: "Ara, are you awake?"
Qingming opened her eyes wide and looked over following the sound.
A young boy of twelve or thirteen years old was walking in at the door.
The young boy was facing the light and could not see his face clearly. All he could see was that he had a slender figure and his light blond hair was draped softly on his shoulders. It looked pleated and shiny under the light outside.
The kimono he was wearing was very gorgeous. Although he didn't know what the material was, he could tell that it was not something that ordinary people could afford.
When he got closer, Qingming could see clearly that the young boy had exquisite features and very beautiful eyes, and his pupils looked at him with a smile.
Qingming was in a daze for a moment, then blurted out the young boy's name: "Feng Yue God?"
Qiao Xi nodded, put the herbs in her hand on the table, and then sat down next to the table. She put her chin on her palm and looked at the dull-looking Qingming with a smile and said, "It's me, long time no see, Qingming Palace."
Qingming blinked, not knowing how to react.
Speaking of which, he originally wanted to find this monster that made him feel comfortable, but now that he actually saw it, he didn't know what to say.
Qingming didn't say anything, and Qiao Xi didn't care. She just pointed at the things she had just brought in and told Qingming how to use these herbs.
After he finished speaking, the atmosphere became a little quiet for a while.
After thinking about it, Qingming felt a little embarrassed. He wanted to break the current atmosphere, so he opened his mouth and asked nonsense: "Is this your shrine?"
Qiao Xi said "Huh", and the first thought in her mind was that such a magnificent person as described in the original records can also be so immature.
He thought and laughed.
Qingming blushed slightly at his laughter.
After asking about the nonsense he just said, Qingming himself realized that something was wrong, but even after asking, he couldn't take it back, so he could only try to calm down and replied calmly: "Ah,
I mean, thank you for saving me."
Qiao Xi couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly, waved her hand and replied: "It doesn't count as saving you, after all, it was my brother who injured you."
Qingming: "..."
Qingming was a little confused for a moment - he remembered, wasn't the boy in front of him Fengyue God? Does Fengyue God also have an older brother?
Moreover, he recalled the destructive power of the monster that injured him before, and he always felt that something was not quite right.
After thinking about it, Qingming decided to skip this problem that made him bald, and used his good hand to get off the bed. His movements looked a bit stiff, but Qiao Xi had no intention of going up to support him.
Not to mention that when Qingming was unconscious, he had asked Sadou to heal him several times - as a plant-type monster, Sadou was not very good at fighting, but he was very good at healing.
Let’s just say that with Abe Seimei’s arrogance, this little injury was not enough to require support.
He moved a few steps to the table and sat across from Qiao Xi. He moved his eyes around the room and then looked out the door. He praised unconsciously: "The atmosphere here feels very comfortable."
——Especially this place is filled with rich and gentle spiritual energy, which makes people feel very comfortable bathing in it.
Qiao Xi responded with a smile: "Well, this is normal. This is a mountain after all, sparsely populated, and the spiritual energy should be stronger than in Kyoto."
Qingming nodded and looked at the scene in the courtyard as if in a daze.
Qiao Xi glanced at him from the side and felt that Qingming looked really grown up compared to half a year ago.
It's not about his growth in height - Qiao Xi firmly refused to admit that she was quite envious, jealous, and resentful towards this Qingming boy who was the same height as him half a year ago and half a head taller than him six months later.
This "growth" is more specifically reflected in his eyes.
Half a year ago, Qingming's eyes still had the innocence of a child and his expectations for the future. Even at that time, when he talked to Qiao Xi, he was not very defensive, but he was just a little bit explosive.
However, this time we met again, from the moment I woke up in a strange place, it was the unusual calmness he showed, and the somewhat stiff body that was still on guard even now.
Qiao Xi sighed silently in her heart, and couldn't help but feel a little unspeakably complicated for a moment.
Even the future Great Onmyoji Abe Seimei went through a lot of things before he grew up to be the person he was later to leave his name in history.
The two of them were thinking about different things in their minds, but they stood at the door and stared blankly.
Qiao Xi pondered for a while, then turned her head when she came to her senses and saw that Qingming's body was wrapped several times but her muscles were still very tense. She was silent for a moment and opened her mouth to interrupt Qingming's deep thought.
After all, he has lived twenty years longer than Qingming. Although he is not a good dancer, as the Fengyue God, his gentle aura can always make others relax quickly.
——What's more, Qingming actually has a good impression of this gentle god.
Qiao Xi only had to let out all her breath, and then express her worries sincerely. After a few words, Qingming's body soon became less tense than before, and her expression became a little more tense.
exhausted.
Qiao Xi saw it but didn't say anything. She just sat cross-legged on the porch with a very natural attitude and began to introduce the furnishings of his yard to Qingming.
The courtyard has a typical Japanese style - or perhaps the Tang Dynasty architectural style is more appropriate.
Standing in the room, you can see a green pond in the yard, with several lotus plants growing in twos and threes.
There is a lush cherry blossom tree next to Qingtan. Although it is not the season for cherry blossoms to bloom, the cherry blossom tree is still full of pink cherry blossoms, and some petals are even fluttering on the pool.
With the gentle breeze rippling, it is very beautiful.