I formed the strongest swordsman group

the next day—

In the second year of Wanyan (1861), January 2——

Edo, Koishikawa Kohinata Yanagi-cho, Shouweikan——

"Brother Kondo, good morning."

"Oh! Director, good morning."

Kondo yawned heavily, and greeted the chief executive who was walking towards him.

"The weather is fine today."

The boss smiled and looked at the sky outside the window.

"Well, yes. Today's weather is really good. The sun is shining and the sky is clear. It's a good day for going out and having fun...Huh? Director, what's wrong with your leg?"

"Huh? What's wrong with your leg?"

Kondo pointed at the head of the head office.

"Huh? Didn't you notice it yourself? You walk swaying and crooked. Did you get hurt somewhere?"

"Ah, this..." The chief executive tightened his legs subconsciously, blushing at a loss, "Umm... this... this... I accidentally sprained my leg when I was exchanging swordsmanship with Mr. Ju last night ..."

"A sprained leg?" Kondo opened his eyes wide and worried, "Hey, are you okay? Is the injury serious?"

"No, nothing." The chief executive waved his hands in a panic, "It's just a small sprain, it doesn't matter! It will recover after a few days of rest, so don't worry!"

After finishing speaking quickly, the chief minister lowered his head, and while covering his face with his hands, to cover up his pretty face that was still scarlet, he walked past Kondo's side in three steps at a time.

Kondo stood there, staring blankly at the back of the chief executive who was drifting away.

"Boss... what are you doing?"

He always felt that the general manager was a little weird, but he couldn't tell where it was.

"Forget it, leave her alone."

Kondo has never been a person who likes to be in the wrong, so he couldn't think of anything, so he gave up decisively, retracted his gaze from looking at the back of the chief executive, and continued to stride forward in the opposite direction from the chief executive.

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at the same time--

After bidding farewell to Kondo's chief secretary, he buried his head on the road while inhaling "huhahuha" to even out his disordered breathing.

"Hoo... ha... ha... ha..."

The unique cold air in winter makes the chief feel very comfortable.

His breathing gradually stabilized, his face cooled down rapidly, and his heart stopped beating so fast.

Just when the chief executive was about to return to his normal appearance, the sound of footsteps reached her ears.

The footsteps came from directly in front of her.

The chief raised his small head, and his eyes reflexively swept forward.

"Ah... um...!"

The chief executive couldn't help blurting out a weird cry.

Because the owner of this footstep... the person standing in front of her is Qingdeng.

"Orange, orange, orange man...!"

"Miss Okita..."

The moment he saw the chief executive, Qingdeng's expression became extremely unnatural.

After looking at insignificant places such as the ceiling and the floor, he took the lead in saying hello to the director general:

"Ms. Okita, good morning."

"Well... good morning to you too..."

The director's voice is the same as the expression she engraved, both waxy and waxy.

"..."

"..."

The two of them didn't speak after a brief greeting... But there was no awkward atmosphere in this quiet environment.

The director shyly played with his fingers while raising his head shyly... Coincidentally, as if he had a heart-to-heart connection, at almost the same time, Qingdeng also withdrew his gaze from scanning the ceiling and the floor, and looked at the director.

The eyes of the two were entangled in the air.

This look at each other lasted about 3 seconds.

After 3 seconds, the chief commander hastily withdrew his gaze as if fleeing, not daring to look at Qingdeng again.

He lowered his head, his eyes fixed on the small area in front of his toes.

However, the chief executive did not "escape" for too long.

In less than three breaths, she raised her beautiful eyes again and looked towards Qingdeng.

After realizing that Qingdeng was still looking at her, the chief executive was startled, shifted his eyes restlessly, and looked around.

But in the end, she took a deep breath as if making up her mind, stopped dodging, stretched her gaze forward, and looked straight into Qingdeng's eyes.

In an instant, the corners of the two perfectly lined mouths of the Chief Secretary were slightly raised, and a charming blush gradually appeared on his lovely face.

Upturned vermilion lips, misty red glow...the two complement each other, and a shy and shy smile meets Qingdeng's eyes.

Seeing the general manager smiling at him, Qingdeng also smiled unconsciously.

The little girlfriend who was at the age of Huaichun was eyeing her little boyfriend affectionately - using this sentence to describe the eye contact between the two at this time is really too appropriate.

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Edo, a certain river embankment——

Light white clouds piled up on the distant mountains, and the cover of loose and thin clouds made the already not strong winter sunshine more soft.

Zongsi, who was walking on the path between the small river and the embankment, raised his head to look up at the sky, and the warm pale golden sunshine poured down from the gaps in the clouds.

The gentle breeze blows away the breath of "human civilization", making this deserted embankment even more lively.

"It's such a comfortable wind..."

The chief executive narrowed his eyes slightly and took a long, deep breath.

Perhaps because it is far away from the city and close to the river, the air here is moist, refreshing and refreshing.

"Oh, yes."

Qingdeng, who was walking side by side with the chief executive, nodded in agreement.

The two walked slowly up the river along the embankment.

The wind passed by them, the clouds in the blue sky rolled or relaxed, and the sky became more and more clear.

Particles of light bathe the Souji with a peaceful smile on his face

"It feels... so incredible..."

"Um?"

"At this time yesterday, you and I were still very good friends, but today, we have become very close...lovers..."

Lover—the next moment after uttering this word, the chief executive seemed to be relieved, and "huh" turned the overflowing emotion into a voice.

"Well, I can understand."

Qingdeng smiled and nodded.

"Oh? Can you understand it too?"

"Of course. Because I have almost the same feelings as you now. I also think it's incredible. I'm afraid it will take a long time to fully adapt to this feeling of 'friends turning into lovers overnight'. "

"Hahaha, it turns out that Mr. Ju, like me, is very uncomfortable with the changes in our relationship."

The chief executive smiled.

After a while, she stretched out her left hand towards Qingdeng.

"Mr. Ju, that... I, I want to hold hands with you, Keke, can I?"

The director's voice became smaller and smaller, and when the last syllable fell, her voice was as low as a mosquito humming.

Obviously it's still early, even before noon, but Qingdeng has already seen the glowing red sunset - on the pretty face of the chief executive.

Qingdeng, who was amused by the shy appearance of the chief executive, couldn't help laughing, while holding out his right hand.

"Hee hee~~"

Looking at Qingdeng's outstretched hand, the chief smirked a few times, and then took advantage of the opportunity to put his little hand into Qingdeng's calloused big slap.

The Chief Secretary's hand was small and delicate, as if it could be easily broken with a casual grip, it didn't look like a female swordsman's hand at all.

With his right hand, Qingdeng tightly held the catkin in his palm with his knife-holding hand, dignified and powerful but yet tender.

"Hee hee~~"

There were two silly smirks again.

The river embankment where the two are currently located is far away from human settlements, and the direction they are heading now happens to be in the direction of the suburbs.

After a while, they completely left the hustle and bustle of the world behind, and the surroundings became more and more quiet.

The grass at the feet swayed and undulated in the wind like waves, rustling.

Suddenly, a small bridge came into view of the two.

"Ah, Mr. Ju, look, there is a bridge over there!"

The general manager pointed to the bridge, then took Qingdeng by the hand, and hurriedly ran towards this ancient bridge with no other passers-by except fallen leaves and dust.

Boom, boom, boom... When you step on the bridge, the sound is very similar to drumming.

"Hahaha, the scenery here is really good!"

The chief minister, who hung most of his body on the side of the bridge, looked at the river flowing through the bottom of the bridge cheerfully, his brows brimming with joy.

The calm water surface is light blue and clear, and the clear blue sky casts a thousand points of brilliance on the trickling river.

Qingdeng tilted his body and leaned against the chief executive.

The sun, the blue sky, the river, the ancient bridge, and... the smiles that are delighted by the beauty in front of you - all these make up a beautiful and moving picture.

Qingdeng silently put this beautiful scene that was like a treasure to him in the bottom of his eyes and the deepest part of his heart, and then while showing a slight smile, he stretched out the other hand that was not holding hands with the chief executive, with a soothing expression. Rhythm caressing the chief's hair.

"Huh? Why are you touching my hair all of a sudden? Is there something dirty in my hair?"

Qing Deng shook his head.

"It's nothing. It's just... an involuntary desire to caress my lover."

"Hmm..." The chief executive shyly turned his head away, "Don't mess up my hair..."

To be honest, Qingdeng has long wanted to touch the light and nimble high ponytail of the chief executive.

Especially when seeing it swaying with the director's jumping, it is even more difficult to suppress the mood of "wanting to touch it and pull it".

It must feel good in the hand - Qingdeng firmly believes so.

It turns out: it does.

The general manager obviously doesn't use hair care products often, but her hair quality is surprisingly good.

Maybe this is the so-called "natural beauty".

When touching the chief's hair, Qing Deng's fingers almost slipped away because the touch was too soft.

For a moment, he had the illusion that he was not touching his hair, but a piece of top-quality satin.

Because Zongsi's hair felt far more comfortable than expected, Qingdeng took great pleasure in playing with Zongsi's ponytail.

Sometimes pulling lightly, sometimes pulling slightly, sometimes smoothing, sometimes wrapping around his fingers... When he came back to his senses, the chief executive was pouted like a squirrel stuffed with food, his white and rosy lips There is a cute little bag on each cheek.

"Mr. Ju, are my braids so fun?"

Well, it's fun. However, rather than being fun, it’s better to say it’s easy to touch——Qing Dengben wanted to answer this way, but considering that this set of rhetoric seemed a bit perverted, he changed his mind and said:

"Sorry, your hair is too beautiful, so if you don't pay attention..."

As Qingdeng spoke, he slowly withdrew his hand from touching the chief's hair.

The chief executive pursed his red lips thoughtfully.

Then, she pulled Qingdeng's big slap that had just been put down, and put it on top of her head again.

"Miss Okita?"

Qing Deng raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"If you like touching my hair... so be it, I don't mind."

When the voice fell slightly, seeing the general manager depressed and flustered, he added as if to make up for it:

"I, I, we are lovers now, touching hair or something is just a normal interaction between lovers!"

The general manager's tone sounded as if he was reminding Qingdeng, but also reminding himself.

"What's more, we don't even talk about that... ah! Don't talk about it! Don't talk about this embarrassing topic!"

The general manager shook his head like a rattle drum, with his ponytail flying high and high.

Looking at the chief executive who was still in a mess in the wind, Qingdeng couldn't bear it, and let the corners of his mouth stretch to the left and right.

He gave the chief director a long, ambiguous look... and then continued to play with the chief director's ponytail unceremoniously.

It feels really comfortable and addictive.

The chief executive rubbed his face vigorously, using movements like kneading dough to dissipate the shame on his face.

After her emotions calmed down a little, she turned her gaze back to the gurgling water outside the bridge.

"Huh... well, let's stop playing around, let's talk about some... serious business."

--come yet?

Qingdeng smiled.

When the chief executive suddenly asked him out, Qingdeng already guessed that she was probably there to chat with him about some important private matters.

Qingdeng put on a posture of listening attentively, and at the same time kept moving his hands, holding hands with the chief executive with one hand, and continuing to play with the chief executive's ponytail with the other hand.

"Mr. Ju, last night, I thought about it for a long time."

"I really... still want to marry you."

The pretty face that had just cooled down was dyed vermilion again.

While suppressing her shyness, she raised her eyes and looked straight into Qing Deng's eyes.

"I like you so much that I want to marry you now."

"But... If I know that you will marry other women with a high probability in the future, I still marry you... I will still feel uncomfortable..."

"Although it is very common for a good man to have three wives and four concubines, I should not be a jealous woman, and I have said to myself countless times: 'It's no big deal, even if Mr. Ju Marrying Sanako, Kinoshita-san, or another woman won't make me feel wronged', but I still can't become that mature..."

"I want to monopolize the Juqingdeng... This is my real thought now."

"Currently, I can't face 'Ju Qingdeng's other wives' frankly for the time being."

"However... I will tell you ruthlessly: 'I don't allow you to marry other women' - I can't do this kind of thing..."

At this moment, the breeze is blowing.

The chief's hair... the ponytail at the back of her head, and the cloud temples on both sides swaying in the wind, she held it down with her slender, pale fingers, with a gentle expression on her face.

"I am the kind of person who would rather suffer by himself than see someone he cherishes suffer."

"My sister and brother Kondo always criticize my personality, saying things like 'my personality is very disadvantageous' and so on."

"Although my sister's words are very harsh, I still don't think there is anything bad about my character."

"Because I insist on opposing you to marry another woman, which causes you to be in a dilemma and feel sad...I don't want this kind of thing."

"So, Mr. Ju, I have a proposal now - let's take a step back."

"3 years... no, 5 years!"

The chief extended a slap.

"If you can convince Sanako and Miss Kinoshita to marry you within five years, then I am willing to work together with them to be your support without complaint or regret."

"On the other hand... please stay with me alone."

Qingdeng felt tiny spots of nervous sweat oozing from the catkins in his palms.

"Although I don't have Miss Kinoshita's loveliness, and I don't have Sanako's excellence, but my feelings for you...the feeling that I want to be your support, I will never lose to them!"

"No matter what the future holds, I will definitely let you sigh from the bottom of my heart: There is no better wife in this world than me."

"What do you think of this proposal?"

Qingdeng blinked.

- 5 years...

It is now January 1861...that is to say, before January 1866, I will marry Sanako and Kinoshita Mai...

This time is neither long nor short.

How many 5 years are there in a person's life?

"……good!"

Qingdeng nodded, with a firm light in his eyes.

"I promise you! If I can't marry you, Ah Wu, and Ms. Sanako five years ago, I will wholeheartedly be 'Okita Tsukasa's husband'!"

Even if the general manager did not propose this "five-year agreement", Qingdeng did not intend to delay too long on the matter of "marrying a wife".

His original plan was to achieve the goal of "living a happy and happy life with all the girls" within a few years.

If he doesn't realize this dream within a few years... then he's incompetent.

He is willing to sincerely accept all the consequences of "incompetence".

This proposal from the general manager can be said to be in line with Qingdeng's wishes.

With this "five-year agreement", Qingdeng can be better encouraged. While putting pressure on Qingdeng, it also brought stronger motivation to Qingdeng.

"Hee hee~~"

Today's chief executive seems to be particularly fond of giggling.

"Think about it carefully... this agreement is completely unilaterally beneficial to you."

"Because, you see - no matter what the final result is, no matter whether you complete this agreement or not, I will continue to work hard to 'become a wife that Ju Qingdeng can be proud of'..."

After finishing speaking, the chief executive quietly met Qing Deng's eyes.

After a moment, she gently closed her eyes and shrank her body.

Seeing this, Qingdeng smiled knowingly, then bent his upper body slightly as if he wanted to peek at the chief executive's face...

The boss moaned softly from her nose, she pretended to be calm, but she forgot to hide her bright red cheeks and the little hands tightly pinching the corners of her clothes.

The warm breath brushed against Qingdeng's cheeks, he focused on his lover in front of him, and almost forgot to breathe.

Just like that, the boy moved his lips closer.

The girl tiptoed lightly.

...

The sun still shines in the blue sky.

Golden beams shine brightly in the sky.

All the hustle and bustle and sounds became extremely distant at this moment.

The wind from afar takes shape in the sun.

Two figures, one big and one small, touched lightly... just like the wind and light at this moment.

*****

*****

Let's congratulate Mr. Tachibana Qingtou and Miss Okita Tsukasa~~

It's not easy! 2.21 million words! Our oranges finally have a real family in this era! Papapapapapa (beating the leopard's belly.jpg)

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The rhythm of the plot in this book has always been alternately "astringent" and "cutting". Now, Qingdeng is finished, it's time to cut again.

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