[FGO+Daoran] Excuse me, did you get bullied and cried again today?

(222)

The black long straight girl brought her two attendants and finally reached the edge of the Honmaru field.

After squatting down, he squeezed the soil, inspected the quality of the soil and the spiritual power contained in it, and pulled the candlestick Qie Guangzhong who came here to pick a handful of fresh shallots to ask a few questions about the fertility and fertility of the soil. Finally, the black long straight girl ticked off in her heart with satisfaction.

Bingo!It's here!

Hey hey hey.

Plant a millet in spring and harvest ten thousand in autumn.

So, if I plant a group of Sword Fusangshin in spring, will there be many, many Heroic Spirits from the Throne of Heroes in autumn?

(223)

"Tsuramaru!" The black long straight girl stood up and took out a shovel out of nowhere, "Next... I will leave it to you." She handed the shovel to Tsurumaru Kuninaga, "According to your Dig a hole the size of a person's height and width."

"Scared?" Tsurumaru held the shovel in his hand, trembling, "Nobunaga, I am your knife, I, I, I, I promise not to make trouble anymore... Don't destroy my body and traces of me... Big deal, I Is it okay to hand over the body knife to your hand as a 'hostage'?"

"It makes sense... But, for the sake of effect, it is better to dig a big hole... You can dig ten or eight... Well, forget it, I don't want to summon some guys out to hinder me. Then Let’s dig five holes first... the biggest one... just bury the naginata rock and show your head." The black long straight girl patted the shoulder of Tsurumaru who was still trembling, "Don't worry, I won't bury you. It's just that you are not Say you are bored? Then I will help you find something to do."

"Hey, Mr. Nobunaga... But if this goes on, your white crane will turn into a dusty and dirty black crane... Don't you feel bad?" Tsurumaru said pitifully.He tried hard, trying to escape the drudgery.

"It's okay, labor is the most honorable thing." The black long straight girl was not at all moved by Tsurumaru's beauty.She said with a smile: "Besides, my Oda family's combat uniform will probably be black, so I just want to take a look at how you look in black in advance."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga: "..."

Lord Nobunaga, you will lose your lovely crane if you bully people like this!

Want to see me in black?It's better to watch me fall in the dark.

Hey, but... if you really fall into the dark, you will be beaten back to normal by Mr. Nobunaga...

So, today's Tsurumaru——

Tremblingly holding the shovel in his hand.

Poor, honest, weak, and helpless.

(224)

The black, long and straight girl has finally resolved a matter in her mind.

After letting out a sigh of relief, she strolled leisurely to the back kitchen of Honmaru, and was going to find Mitsutada to get some sakura pancakes to eat.When passing by the back garden, she saw Okita-san playing chess with Mikayue.

"This move...is it supposed to be played here?" Sakura Saber held up a black chess piece, not knowing where to make the move so as not to be tricked by Crescent Moon.

"Here." The black long straight girl passing by just glanced curiously, and pointed out the point where the game broke.

Sakura Saber glanced suspiciously at the black long straight girl.However, she didn't know where to place the ball, so she finally followed the instructions of the black long straight girl and landed on the pointed point.

The situation on the chessboard changed immediately.

Originally it was Baizi playing with Heizi with an absolute attitude, but now Heizi was allowed to break through the encirclement net.Even indistinctly, the sunspots had the tendency to nibble away at the white ones.

"Oh my God! Xinxin, I thought you were just pointing casually." Miss Okita watched this change in amazement, feeling more and more subtle about this step.

"Just like you just now, you still want to win?" The black long straight girl accepted Ms. Okita's compliment without humility, "For the sake of your ignorance, I will let you see what is a 'world man' chess game."

As she spoke, she walked to Ms. Okita's side, ready to instruct Sakurafa Saber to finish the chess game

"Hahahahaha." Sanriyue Zongjin smiled and brushed the entire chessboard with his sleeve, disrupting the chess pieces. "No, no, no." He said shamelessly, "Nobunaga is helping you, this is really embarrassing me, old man."

"What? Are you scared?" The black long straight girl raised her head and grinned.

"After all, I was just a sword before. How dare I compete with you in military and strategy? I'm afraid it will be ridiculous if I don't use a hatchet." San Riyue said humbly. "Besides, I have accidentally messed up this game of chess. You see... why don't you just stop here today." He teased foolishly.

"It's okay." The black long straight girl propped her hands on the chessboard, leaning forward with a sense of oppression, "I've already memorized this game, do you want me to restore it for you?"

"Mr. Nobunaga can't bully me, an old man." Mikazuki Zongjin blinked his eyes, "You also know that if the chess game just continues, I will lose nothing. So... save some face for my old man, okay? ah?"

"I just want the chief to see how bad her chess skills are." The black long straight girl did not embarrass San Riyue. "Then you can play a chess game casually. I will let you set up a game yourself, and then I will play against you."

"Hahaha, Mr. Nobunaga, you are not worried that I will play an unsolvable Linglong chess game or kill the game?"

"It doesn't matter." The black long straight girl said confidently, "Because for me, no chess game will be a dead game. If it is an absolute dead game, if I still have one breath left, I will definitely be able to fight a way out. "

"Hahahahaha," Sanriyue Zongjin smiled and stood up, bowing to the black long straight girl. "Nobunaga is full of vitality. Hahaha. I am an old bone, I can't accept my old age."

"I'll say it again. If you call yourself a grandfather again, I will punish you to be with Tsurumaru!" The black long straight girl raised her eyebrows, "How old are you?"

"According to my age, I'm an old woman. But I never think I am very old, and I look like I am dying?

"I tell you: As long as my heart is not old, I will always be a young man; only when my heart is old, I will become a person waiting to die without vitality.

"Sanriyue, tell me yourself: What kind of person do you belong to now?"

(225)

The black, long, straight girl finally abducted back to the room where she was handling official business.

"Cuqie," she asked the valet following her, "How is the current situation of Honmaru number NX113235T?"

"In the documents submitted by Yao Research, all the situations they have investigated have been indicated."

"Where are the people from the Government of Time? Is there any news?"

"Foxosuke sent a letter, and I haven't opened it yet."

"How about those imprisoned Fu Sangshen? Go... Forget it, call Zong San over."

"Yes!"

"Wait, send the documents of drug research and the letter from the government of the time to my desk, and find a historical chronology of this world for me by the way. Also, send all the documents you can find about the time of the time. Books from the government are also delivered. Then, you can go to rest."

"The report submitted by the drug research... At least it must have hundreds of pages. It is too energy-consuming for you to review it by yourself... Please let me help you." Although I don't know if such a request is considered Overstepping, but after hesitating for a while, Hasebe still brought it up.

"No need." The black long straight girl thought for a while, but suddenly walked towards him.

She raised her hand and pinched Hasebe's cheek.

"I've changed my mind. After looking for Zongsan, you can go back and rest directly." She slowed down her tone and said jokingly: "I feel that you have lost weight recently. I don't know if it is because of my recent relationship There are a lot of things for you. I... Sometimes I am more negligent and rarely pay attention to these things. So, you have to remember to pay more attention to your body. If you are too busy, remember to tell me."

Standing on tiptoe, she rubbed Hasebe's soot-gray hair, as if coaxing a child: "Go ahead. Ask Zong San to come here, and ask him to bring over the documents for drug research and letters from the Toki Government. The rest Those timetables and books I told you to find, wait until tomorrow, and you can prepare them."

Hasebe hesitated for a moment, but bowed his head and said, "Yes."

Then he exited the room where the black long straight girl worked.

When he closed the paper sliding door, he seemed to hear the voice of a girl with long black hair and straight hair.

"Good dream." She told him.

Through the crack of the door, Hasebe saw the black long straight girl sitting behind the table.But she raised her head from the matter of correcting official documents, looked in the direction of the door, shook her head, and then lowered her head again.

So, the sentence just now should be——

Not his illusion.

(226)

Hasebe brought Zongsan Zuowen to the room where the black long straight girl handles official business.

After he presented the investigation report of the drug research and the letter from the current government to the black, long straight girl, he bowed his head respectfully and left.

But uncharacteristically, he did not go back to his room to rest according to the black long straight girl's order. Instead, he quietly stood outside the door of the girl's business room, watching the situation in the room secretly through the crack of the door.

He saw that the girl briefly flipped through the drug research report, then raised her head and said something to Zongsan.

Zong Sanwai responded indifferently, his attitude was as usual half perfunctory and half mocking.

The black, long and straight girl was really irritated by Zongsan's attitude.

She stood up from her seat and repeated her order again, her tone was that irresistible and tough.

Zong San did not give in, he looked at the black long straight girl with a sneer, but mercilessly accused her of being self-centered and self-willed.

The two of them quarreled in this room just like that, refusing to give in to each other.

When he got angry, Zongsan even took a step forward, disregarding the dignity of the chief minister, took the scroll that had just been prepared by the black, long and straight girl, glanced at the contents, and threw it on the ground casually like throwing rubbish.

The black long straight girl was so angry that she broke off the corner of the table.But she did not punish Zong San Zuowen for this.

Instead, she calmed down, put Zong San aside, and looked down at the paperwork handed over by Yao Yan.After about two or three quarters of an hour, I looked up again and changed my opinion.

Zong San's left text looked at the actions of the black long straight girl, showing a natural expression.

Only then did he accept the order letter handed to him by the black long straight girl.

Before leaving, Zong San did not forget to sarcastically sarcasm the black long straight girl.

The black, long, straight girl who couldn't bear it anymore used the letter paper on the desk to rub a ball of paper, threw it at him, and hit him in the back.

Not to be outdone, Zong San lowered his head and picked up the ball of paper, then threw it back to the black long straight girl.

Hasebe stood outside the door, quietly watching the series of interactions between the two.

Hasebe thought, he is really jealous.

Sometimes he would actually be jealous of Zongsan who dared to challenge the black long straight girl, and envied Zongsan who could express his thoughts to Aluki unscrupulously.

And myself, those secret feelings in my heart, I only dare to hide them silently in my heart.

He must have been spoiled by Aluki.

Such ones do not know how to be satisfied.

I always want to cross the boundary between master and slave and ask her for more.

Her laughter, her excitement, her anger, her sadness, even her bitterness.

All.

I want all of these to be related to him.

(227)

But she said that she hates being restrained the most.

She should be the freest bird in the world.

Rather than being like him, abiding by all kinds of rules in the world, following the rules day after day, not allowing one's life to be out of touch with the routine.

Hasebe was thinking in such a daze, forgetting that he should avoid Zongsanzuo's text coming out of the door first.

"You..." Zong San was really surprised why he was still here.

Hasebe frantically tried to explain, but in the end he just begged with a 'shh-' gesture.

Zong San nodded in understanding.

However, his voice just now was still heard by the black long straight girl in the room.

"Zong San, what's going on outside?" She asked without raising her head while looking at the official document.

"Nothing, Mr. Nobunaga." Sosan replied loudly, "It's just that I saw an insect when I went out, and I was taken aback."

"Cut, sure enough, after being locked in a cage for a long time, the birds in the cage have become less courageous. They are even afraid of bugs." The black long straight girl complained disdainfully.

This time Zong San didn't argue with her again.

He patted Hasebe on the shoulder, gave him a pity expression, and then made a mouth shape to him: "I can do it myself."

Hasebe felt a little uncomfortable, as if someone had punctured his secret mind.

But before he felt guilty, Zong San had already left here with his letter of appointment.

The night was getting darker.

Honmaru became more and more quiet.

Most of the Sword Fusangshen have also gone to rest.No one continued to walk in the corridor.

Hasebe continued to turn to that room, through the crack of the door and the halo of the candlelight, staring intently at the tall, straight girl in black who was handling official business behind the table.

It's like going back to a long, long time ago.

When he was just holding a knife, he quietly accompanied this person by the side.Watching him, dealing with the affairs of the territory, thinking about the strategy of the war situation, and planning personnel changes.

From dusk till dawn.

Until the next one, tomorrow, where crisis and possibility coexist.