"Although marrying someone else at the age of forty-seven is a very dishonorable and somewhat shameful 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 tea cup on the long table.

Yayoi held the prepared vermilion invitation in both hands and handed it to Haruko Inoue, who was wearing a miko uniform across from her.

Haruko is now a slim and graceful 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 white, but the sweetness between her eyebrows and eyes had given way to a sinister look.

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?

Aren't you a samurai?" Haruko 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."

"It's very good.

My elder Yu has also found his own happiness."

Haruko nodded gently and put the invitation away 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 the Yayoi girl spoke, she carefully observed Haruko's face. Seeing that Haruko looked in a trance, as if she was remembering something, she paused, and waited for the other person to come back to her senses before 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 tea cup ripples.

Her living habits and various expectations are all imprinted with the shadow of a certain person.

Just like this cup of tea——

If he hadn't said it, how could 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 plans in her mind several times, and finally said: "Miss Haruko, the Inoue family...can't have no successors...if the shogunate has no successors, the rebellion of the military ministers will be inevitable..."

"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 can there be no successors like this?"

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." Haruko 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 a person's life, it is

You will meet many different people.

Why trap yourself where you are?”

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 divine throne placed - the 'Zhulong Great Royal God's Seat'.

above 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 veil.

…

Su Wu opened her eyes.

The sunlight outside the iron sheet house shines in through the window.

He looked at the tables and chairs in the board room and was stunned for a moment.

Every time I return to reality after the simulation, I can feel a sense of 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.

I 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 at night.

The problem is, Su Wu vaguely remembers that Yun Nishang made an agreement with him to leave for Tangcheng early the next morning.

It should be getting late at this time, right?

Will it delay the flight to Tangcheng?

In this simulation, how much time has passed in reality?

With thoughts swirling in his mind, Su Wu recalled the time he spent in the simulated world - making sure that he would not stay on Dongliu Island for more than three months.

And when the simulation first started, I was not directly simulating my real body.

Instead, it is simulated with consciousness - conscious simulation consumes less real time.

Su Wu casually took out the cell phone under the pillow, and looked at the time on the phone. It showed that it was about ten o'clock in the morning after a night.

"The last time I simulated the past life of a Kitchen God disciple,

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The Kitchen God's disciples were from the late Ming Dynasty.

This time I will simulate 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 real life, and ended at 10:30 the next morning, which lasted eleven and a half hours...

Approximately every four hours, only one month has passed in the simulation.

Although 'Abu''s father has always been thinking about returning to the Tang Dynasty, Jianzhen traveled eastward in more than 700 AD, and Axiong stayed on Dongliu Island for more than two hundred years. It can be seen that the period of Dongliu Island should be

More than 900 AD, and even 1,000 AD.

At that time, it was either the late Tang Dynasty or the early Song Dynasty.
To be continued...