Chapter 45 Blowing the Horn of True Love
Suzuki Sonoko was standing at the edge of the battlefield in a daze.
Wars in the cold weapon era were destined to be inferior to those in the era of weapons of mass destruction in terms of sound effects. However, it was precisely because of the naked killing that the cold and bloody smell was even more pungent.
As the pirates moved away, the army that was supporting them also slowly retreated. Suzuki Sonoko stood at the corner of the dock, and a piece of black clothing suddenly flashed in her sight.
Those are clothes that only the Grim Reaper would wear.
She sniffed and watched as the Shinigami in groups of three or four divided the area in an orderly manner, and then patiently sent one wandering soul after another to the Soul Society.
In the center of this chaotic area stood a frail man with hair down to his shoulders and fair skin.
Ukitake Jushiro.
In his early years, Reiji Munakata had told Sonoko the names of the captains of the Seireitei squad. Out of curiosity, she listened very carefully. Although he couldn't reveal specific photos to her, Munakata even told her the marriage history of the head of the Kuchiki family at that time, so it was natural for him to also tell her about the appearance of the captains of each squad.
Because Ichigo was involved with Soul Society, she was able to try particularly hard to recall that casual chat so as to summarize some useful information for Yato and the others.
So now, Suzuki Sonoko was very, very sure: in Munakata's brief but vivid description, Ukitake Jushiro, the captain of the 13th Division of Seireitei, was a frail man with waist-length hair.
The key point is [waist-length hair].
She gestured at the base of her ears and felt that the god of death in front of her, who was suspected to be Ukitake Jushiro, might have hair that only reached below his shoulders.
Considering the scene before her, which seemed like an ancient battlefield recreated in a movie or TV series, Miss Suzuki suddenly had an epiphany.
——Did she run back hundreds of years?
Unfortunately, this discovery was of no use. Yuanzi had no idea what to do next. She didn't know how to go back...
Go to Soul Society?
The frail captain who was standing on the other side of the battlefield supervising the work was tall and slender. He seemed to sense the gaze coming from somewhere else, and before Yuanzi moved her head, he accurately captured her position.
Then the man froze.
Although they were a bit far away, she subconsciously felt that the man smiled at her kindly after being stunned. Before Miss Suzuki could subconsciously smile back, Mr. Ukitake Jushiro leisurely put his long hair to one side, then lowered his head and bowed gently at the right time.
Then he led the team away. That was good. Sonoko looked at the battlefield which had returned to silence again: the people in Soul Society obviously didn't want to play with her.
As they passed through the gate, the 13th Squad's chief officer, who had come with them, asked curiously, "What were you doing last?"
Ukitake coughed slowly twice, then, with a gentle smile, explained, "I originally thought the light was a Buddha statue set up by fishermen before going out to sea, or perhaps a torii gate left by a local deity. Who knew I'd see His Majesty standing there?"
"well?"
The young man finally realized, "So that white light wasn't the statue that the fishermen put down?"
The captain patted his shoulder good-naturedly and said, "That's probably not the case. But she'll appear somewhere. Maybe there's a city nearby that's being protected by that prince."
The gentle man smiled with satisfaction, as if he was happy for the people who were blessed by the gods.
Xi Guan's brows jumped, and he was too embarrassed to tell the captain that in the hundreds of miles around, only the one destroyed today could be called a city.
——But if you are really blessed by the God of Fortune, it will be impossible for your country to be destroyed.
But it could also be a misunderstanding, he thought with a twitch of his lips: Then wouldn't they have pulled all of her followers back to Soul Society one by one under the watchful eye of the God of Fortune?
Oh no! Brother Xiguan looked at the thin figure in front of him worriedly, and thought with some anxiety: Will the captain be hated by the God of Fortune of Takama-ga-hara because of this?
All the Grim Reapers had left, leaving only the "Goddess of Fortune" Suzuki Sonoko still standing there. She moved her stiff legs and found that the uppers of her shoes were soaked with blood.
She moved stiffly to a big tree, squatted with her knees hugged, and the expression on her face gradually became bitter and resentful.
She now has nothing to eat, nothing to wear, and no one from her family to turn to. She may eventually die of old age.
——And he hadn’t even found a wife before he died.
Thinking of this, the aggrieved Miss Suzuki burst into tears.
In fact, when people are stimulated, tears are just a physiological reaction to vent tension. Yuanzi was crying and wondering in despair how she could survive.
The more I thought about it, the more desperate I became.
Apart from eating, drinking and having fun, her other modern skills (including singing, dancing, playing musical instruments and various foreign languages) are not as practical as farming these days.
Fortunately, before she fell into the door, she studied agriculture for a period of time in order to prepare for the spice farm.
Yuanzi let the tears flow, covered her nose and began to recall: In that "Encyclopedia of Animals and Plants", what are the things that grow in the mountains and forests and are edible?
Unfortunately, she did memorize quite a few books, but it was a popular science encyclopedia after all. When introducing sweet potatoes, the illustration given was a complete sweet potato without any dirt on it, as clean as if it had been washed.
This means that even if Suzuki Sonoko were actually standing in front of a field of wild sweet potatoes, there is a high probability that she would not be able to tell that there was something edible growing underground.
Because she didn't have a clear goal, she might have to dig the ground for three days before she could find an edible sweet potato...
Thinking of this situation, she naturally felt sad. Yuanzi's stress reaction of shedding tears suddenly turned into real crying. After howling for a few times, she began to hiccup.
In addition to the cold tears, as she cried, she also felt a warm touch slowly sliding up her cheeks, as if someone was wiping her tears.
Sonoko looked up with tears in her eyes, blinking away the tears that had accumulated in her eyes, and found that Komatsu Naotaka was squatting in front of her, covered in blood.
There was a broken incision mark on the rattan armor on the man's chest, and the area on his arm wrapped in coarse cloth was slowly oozing blood.
Komatsu Naotaka, with a dusty face, squatted in front of her with a tired smile, wiping away the fresh tears with his bandaged fingers, then suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, fell forward, and hugged her in his arms.
"Okay, it's okay..."
Before the voice fell, the person fainted. The heavy weight made Yuanzi stagger and almost fall to the ground.
If she was a little touched when she saw Naotaka Komatsu in helplessness just now, when he fainted, Miss Suzuki immediately wanted to cry even more.
It is not difficult to understand what Komatsu Naotaka meant by getting her on board and sending her away before the war. He simply wanted to arrange for her to escape.
I must remember the life-saving grace no matter what.
So when it was hard enough for her to survive alone, she had to carry around a seriously injured and possibly disabled burden.
——This means: even if the gardener takes three full days to dig out a sweet potato from the ground, she can only eat half of it!
Feeling the heavy weight on her body, Miss Suzuki was almost overwhelmed with sadness: if she calculated it by weight, she would probably only be able to eat one-third...
Yan Qi, dressed in cloth, stood on the pile of stones nearby, watching the excitement impatiently for a long time.
"Hello!"
Hearing the sound, Yuanzi suddenly hiccuped and subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound: "What are you doing?"
wrong.
She looked at the young man with golden hair and cautiously changed the question: "Who are you?"
The golden-haired boy stomped his foot on the branch angrily: "...I was just about to ask you a question!"
The branches looked quite sturdy. Yuanzi's eyes moved from his feet to his face. She subconsciously wanted to tell the truth, but then she remembered that this was a feudal society and she had to be vigilant. However, when she was about to make up a story and met the child's eyes, she felt that she couldn't say anything.
"Why do I feel like you're soft and furry..."
She looked at Yan Qi in confusion, as if she was looking at a big soft pillow.
Yan Qi's mouth twitched, and he folded his arms and said, "That's perfect. I see you also feel like a quilt that has just been dried in the sun..."
Suzuki Sonoko stared at the young man who suddenly fell silent and yawned, feeling suddenly sleepy.
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As a black mist spread in front of her eyes, Miss Suzuki, who had fallen asleep at some point, was slow to realize that she was lying on a very stiff bed.
Her eyes unconsciously swept across the intricate carvings on the headboard of the bed, and she thought that the hardness was probably due to the high quality of the wood used to make the bed. After thoroughly studying the room and listening to the explanation from the female official, Yuanzi made an even more confused discovery: after traveling through five hundred years, she seemed to have inexplicably crossed space again.
So the question is: How can she get home?
"Going back to what home?"
The cool young man's voice was filled with a fierceness that seemed to indicate he was afraid of trouble. Yan Qi appeared at the gate in a long robe and said, "This will be your home from now on."
"ha?"
Yuanzi's expression darkened and she suddenly ignored Yanqi. She pulled the quilt over herself and curled up on the bed, preparing to sort out her personal logic first.
First of all, after passing through Dangai, she failed to reach the real Soul Society, but instead arrived at the Warring States Period five hundred years ago.
Immediately afterwards, before she was tricked by a group of bad guys and drowned in the sea, the son of a nearby lord rushed over and rescued her.
The lord's son saved her because he fell in love with her.
Before the war, there was a lot of commotion in the city lord's mansion because the lord's son insisted on asking his father to marry her after rescuing her.
Then, the place where she was squatting now was a palace in another world. According to the young lady who poured water for her, Shanglong was a fetus that was stranded in Japan. Although Yuanzi didn't know what a fetus was, he had now regained his identity and was brought back by people from another world to be king.
As a result, the king was still thinking about marrying her.
Suzuki Sonoko wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and fell into deep thought.
——Is this person blind?
She suddenly jumped out of bed again, and under Yan Qi's puzzled gaze, she grabbed a mirror and took a closer look: her face was still the familiar one, with an above-average score of 85. She felt that her skin was very good and her eyes were beautiful. However, it was said that people would automatically beautify themselves when looking in the mirror, but it didn't seem to be credible after looking at it for a long time!
Yuanzi put down the mirror and jumped a few times on the spot: she jumped quite lightly, which proved that her weight was just right. Her figure also seemed good to the touch, but it was definitely not to the point of being charming at first glance.
The person is still the same person, and the face is still her own face.
...She's not suddenly so beautiful that one can't help but fall in love with her at first sight, right?
Why did I fall in love with her for no apparent reason?
Suzuki Sonoko has always defined blind dates as making friends because she thinks there is nothing romantic about it.
To use a clichéd saying: She felt that those people only loved her money and the Suzuki family behind her, so from the very beginning, she took it for granted that she was the one being flattered and accommodated.
It is precisely because Sonoko is very clear about how tempting the entire Suzuki Group will be when it becomes an appendage of her marriage, so she never worries that no one likes her.
Even if you don't like Suzuki Sonoko herself, you must like her money, right?
As long as you like her money, you will definitely try to make yourself like her.
but!
At this moment, Sonoko recalled her personality in front of Komatsu Naotaka: she was a miserable orphan, a suspected fugitive who was hiding, and she was fooled by him for a long time. The key point was that he told many stories that ordinary people could not understand, and she might even look a little silly.
The point is that she is poor.
Oh my god.
Miss Suzuki was so shocked that her pupils almost dilated. She put her hands on her chest and grasped the front of her gown, even subconsciously stopping her breathing for a moment.
This is the first person who said he wanted to marry her without knowing that she was very rich!
Yuanzi ran back to her bed in a state of doubt and confusion, only to feel weak even under the thick quilt: Could it be that she had found true love?!
This shock lasted until Naotaka Komatsu appeared. Sonoko looked at his brand new long and gorgeous clothes, and suddenly it was as if he was wearing a filter, and she felt as if someone had pierced her heart with an arrow.
The setting sun was as blazing as fire. His Majesty Prince Yan stepped over the threshold. Having pretended to be a decent person in front of the court officials and fairies all day, he couldn't help but reveal some dissolute demeanor when he returned to the familiar environment.
The tall man pulled at the delicate front of his clothes to loosen it, then moved to the table and sat down like a boneless person. He yawned deeply with a bold movement that was extremely inconsistent with the standards of etiquette.
Suzuki Sonoko was curled up in the quilt, with only her two eyes showing, staring at him brightly.
Oh my god.
Miss Suzuki thought excitedly: I have never seen such a pure and unpretentious man!
The author has something to say: Miss Suzuki, who has a unique way of thinking, is about to fall in love again:-D
In fact, this is the standard thinking of the male protagonist in a romantic story. The people before all loved my money, but only you love me...
[Ex-fiancé]'s evolved form [Ex-husband No. 1] is preparing to go online.
To explain, the male protagonist of this article has not been decided yet, and I will not write a few chapters that can be classified as [XXX chapters] based on the story line of a single work. This article is mainly about Sonoko's experience. I will write about wherever she goes, and I will write about whoever I think of. I can change to other stories at any time.
Finally, as usual, please leave a message. Good night everyone~\(≧▽≦)/~
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