.One Hundred and Thirty-Two, His Majesty the Emperor in the Grocery Store

One Hundred Thirty-Two, His Majesty the Emperor in the Grocery Store

"...The magnificent Fusang, standing far away from the east; where the sun rises, we are always bathed in the divine light; Penglai Fairy Island, surrounded by the vast sea; the sky shines on the gods to protect our country; the sun descends to earth to become emperors; killing demons and eliminating evil, and the people are happy; the roads are blue and arduous, and the city is created; the country is built, and the country is healthy for generations; conquering the four barbarians, and the islands are naturalized; all generations of generations, and blessings are enjoyed forever; the gods in Gaotianyuan rule the land of Qiujinzhou, and worshipping the gods for generations and will not forget...

Now there is the 123rd orthodox orthodox descendant of the Emperor Shenwu Ipolibiguming of the orthodox blood. First, due to the dispute over the imperial rule, he left the capital in Heian Kyoto. He founded the Southern Dynasty in Yoshinoyama, Yamato's homeland. After the defeat and overthrow, he unfortunately fled to Kanto. He encountered disasters today and could not be liberated. I hope that Amaterasu's great god listened to our merciful wishes in the Iwado of Heaven, and begged to lend a helping hand to eliminate disasters, eliminate injuries, and bless our unworthy descendants..."

In the early morning when it was lightly dawn, an extremely solemn and sacred festival was held in a seemingly ordinary grocery store on the edge of Edo Castle Town, which was torn by fire and war.

In the store that is full of goods and is quite small, there is a scene of cigarettes lingering around.

Because the place was really cramped, the owner had to place several incense burners, copper cauldrons and candies in a row between boxes and bags of rice, candies, tobacco and toys, and then use bamboo poles to hang a circle of colored cloth to try to decorate a place of sacrifice.

As thousands of refugees gathered outside the shop could watch the sacrifice, several thin wooden walls on the ground floor of the grocery store were demolished, making them look like dance halls or pavilions. In order to avoid blocking the view, the stairs leading to the second floor had to be removed.

On one side, a large silk screen depicting the royal heraldry of sixteen chrysanthemums is abruptly standing in the center of the room. Under the screen is a bronze mirror with exquisite patterns, as well as various paper flowers, vegetation, magical instruments and other sacrificial items arranged strictly in the order of ancient rules... Although the environment looks very cold, the festival is still in a regular and meticulous manner.

It was just because the venue was too simple and could not make up a suitable table, so I was forced to put the bronze mirror on the wooden cover of a pickle jar, and the lighting was provided with a few kerosene lamps covered with iron glass, which looked a bit out of place.

On the tatami in front of the sixteen-petal chrysanthemum screen, a rigorously-looking white-haired old man sat upright with his back straight, a simple guegua hanging on his chest, and a gorgeous sword hanging by his waist, wearing a large sixteen-petal chrysanthemum emblem dress that is said to be only the emperor can wear.

Among the wisps of cigarettes, he swayed the silver bell with one hand and beat the drum with the other, muttering words in his mouth, and sang prayers praising the origin of the Emperor's family, another sun goddess on this planet, Amaterasu's Goddess of the Goddess.

Next to the old man in the gorgeous clothes, there was also an extremely petite silver-haired beauty who was wearing a golden crown in the shape of a Thousand Buns cherry blossom, a white dress and red sausage unique to the witches, and a Chiba with pine crane pattern (similar to a silk scarf) on her feet. She only had a pair of white socks on her feet, serving as the responsibility of assisting the sacrifice and performing the God-Dance.

The girl opened her lips lightly and spit out a beautiful soprano in the flower-like voice, responding to the old man's prayer softly, while shaking the dance fan on the white background depicting a red sun in the center. She danced leisurely in this slightly monotonous but full of rhythm and mystery music.

I saw her first raised the dance fan with her right arm and backhand, slowly blocking her delicate face, then continued to lift it above her head, and at the same time stepped out her slender right foot wrapped in white socks... Wave, turn, side, slide, and tilt, and the whole series of exquisite dance steps were completed in one go, full of wild and ostentatious beauty, but it also wonderfully contained a bit of the elegant style of a classical beauty, which was refreshing and pleasant.

The passionate and unrestrained dance continues. The gentle and melodious humming is as delicate and silky as a clear mountain spring; a few strands of long hair that are scattered are as gorgeous and dazzling as flowing silver sand; the gentle and kind smile is as gentle as the warm sun in spring.

There are also those pair of smart eyes that occasionally look back and look back, which are as pure as gems. Without any flaws, they are even clearer than the moonlight and more dazzling than the sunlight. It seems that countless years have accumulated to create such a brilliance of wisdom that is deeply understood in the world. The moment the eyes touch, a wonderful tremor can make people surge from the depths of the soul, which is flooded with unknown fear and vague expectations...

In this dancing dance, you can vaguely see bright light waves like ripples of water, constantly flowing and flickering between the girl's skirt and hairpin, and countless gorgeous phantoms like fallen cherry blossom petals, quietly emerging from the void and slowly floating.

Looking at the so pleasant, illusory, and solemn and holy Yushen Dance, the escapees gathered here to watch were all fascinated and dazzled for a moment. Even the slightest sound did not dare to make it, for fear of disturbing this peerless and rare wonder.

Even the seriously injured lying on the rotten straw mat outside the house, except for a few guys who were already unconscious, seemed to have forgotten the fear and pain at this moment, and were completely immersed in this wonderful artistic atmosphere.

Well, there are basically two exceptions.

——These are two noble people, two pure people, two moral people, two people who are separated from low-level interests... In short, they are two strong men who have seen more big scenes, and their backers are quite firm, so hard that they don’t have to look at the face of Amaterasu Oshijiji.

"...Oh, the Royal Dance of His Highness in the Mengding Palace seems to be better than last year. Unfortunately, his height has not changed at all, and the fat accumulated in some excess... Well, compared with His Highness in the Nei Prince, our businesswoman's daughter is indeed a strength..."

At the door of the backyard of the grocery store, Miss Mitsui Ryuki knelt on a jar of soy sauce, and leisurely commented on the loli witch dancing in front of her. However, her eyes somehow always liked to circle around the other person's "flat" chest, and then quietly looked down at the "slight bulge" on her chest, and from time to time she secretly pursed her lips and smiled meaningfully...

——Hey, hey, when is it already? I still have the intention to compare the size of my bust with others... Your cute lady's thinking pattern is too out of line

"...Oh? You actually know His Highness the Princess in the grocery store? Dear Miss Mitsui."

Feili sat on another soy sauce with her legs raised, and a dirty face filled with a wry smile, "...To be honest, I never thought that the emperor and princess of the "Hou Nan Dynasty" in this grocery store could have any decent magical powers. I hope they can really do a miracle... Well, by the way, since the emperor and the princess are setting up sacrifices here, where are the queen and other princes and daughters?"

"... Even the emperor in the grocery store has been recognized by the gods of Takahara, especially the god Amaterasu Daiji, who is also a genuine god-born emperor. As the ruler of the Edo Shogunate, how can he not pay attention to the king around him? Even if due to the relationship between the Kyoto court, he cannot directly support or fund the remnants of the Later Southern Dynasty. At least it is necessary to maintain a little friendship..."

Miss Ryuhime Mitsui holding a porcelain cup in her hand and sipped a cup of hot tea that she had just brewed, while shrugging her shoulders and answering disrespectfully, "...This Empress of Emperor Kumazawa has been dead for several years. As for other princes and daughters, it seems that she has never had it at all. Judging from Emperor Kumazawa's age, I'm afraid there will be no more in the future... If there is no accident, the Prince of the Cute Ding Palace dancing on the altar will ascend the throne in this grocery store in a few years and become the next female emperor of the "Last Southern Dynasties"."

Will this little loli become the female emperor?

Feili looked up at the altar in surprise, moved her body speechlessly on the soy sauce tank, and at the same time she had a fantasy of evil beauty in her mind - a black-blooded silver-haired loli with a proud aura, wearing a rather exposed leopard-print leather outfit, holding a nine-tailed whip and slamming it with her high heels in a condescending posture, and shouting loudly in a chilling voice: Stupid untiety, come and worship me quickly

…Oh…No… Such a violent scene is so evil. It’s simply a restricted content that children prohibit.

In addition, the other party is not the queen, but the female emperor who has reached a higher level... Well, could this leopard-print leather outfit be upgraded to... armor, high heels are upgraded to iron-soled boots with spurs, and the Nine-tailed whip is also upgraded to mace or automatic chain saw?

——This has been upgraded to the murder of a slutty girl who is curiously dismembered and murdered

Feili took a few deep breaths with a flushed face before expelling these extremely horrifying delusions from her mind, and quietly continued the topic she had just talked about.

"...Well... The female emperor... Since that's the case, should we gather a group of female ministers who serve her? Otherwise, a young female emperor will be accompanied by a bunch of middle-aged and elderly strange male ministers. If it doesn't matter, it makes people think that it will be suspected of being filthy in the palace."

"...Female Prince? A niang-made version of the imperial court? Haha, this idea is very interesting. We might as well spend a few cents of money to buy a Guan Bai or a regency back to have fun... Well, by the way, buy some big-name words, repair Liang, left horse head, Dashen and other small officials, and give them to the maid and the cook."

When Miss Mitsui Ryuki heard it interestingly, she picked up a wooden board with yellow paper from the soy sauce tank and got up one by one. Feili leaned over and looked at it, and found that this was the horrifying price list he had seen in front of this store when he first followed the old monk Jingshui Youhu to visit Edo scenic spots. It started with "...This store is a 200-year-old brand in Edo Castle. Later, the orthodox monarchs of the Southern Dynasties were stationed in the land of the orthodox monarchs of the Southern Dynasties. Now, because the house is old and urgently needed to be repaired, it is sold at a low price for official positions at all levels of the court, and you can use it yourself or pay it to your ancestors..."

The handwriting on the sign is still the same, but the old friend... He couldn't help but sigh and looked up at the row of rotten straw mats next to the altar. Among these seriously injured people who were covered in blood and half-dead, the old monk Jingshui Youhu's body, which was missing with arms and legs, was particularly eye-catching. At first glance, it was easy for people to misunderstand that they were raped by the murderous ghosts...

——When the Shogunate Arsenal exploded, the old monk was already flew up to a dangerous building by the air waves. One leg and one arm were gone, and a bamboo pole was poked in the chest and swayed in the air... Because the building collapsed so violently, everyone could not get him down, so they had to think that the old bald donkey had already gone to the west, and the body was hung as a soul-summoning banner.

Unexpectedly, in the subsequent melee with the Mito Rebels, a stray bullet happened to break the bamboo pole with the old monk hanging. In addition, he broke the remaining leg again, and when people were cleaning the battlefield, they found that the old guy was not dead yet. Because the heart position of Jingshui Youhu's fox was born a little bit off and was more on the right, although the thin bamboo pole passed through his chest, it was not fatal for a while.

Although he was already stiff and cold and was as angry as a slept, he was still breathing. Everyone carried Jingshui Youhu over and waited for His Royal Highness in Mengding Palace to pray for the many injuries and treated him together, even if he was a dead horse.

Although there is hope of saving, the prayer ceremony of God seems to be quite lengthy. The old monk Jingshui Youhu's injuries are so heavy. Whether it can last until the moment when the gods are coming is probably an unknown...

Thinking of this, Feili couldn't help but sigh again, then turned around and looked at Miss Mitsui Ryuki who seemed to be wandering outside the sky. She coughed slightly and spoke with a heavy expression.
Chapter completed!