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Qingdeng listened carefully and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

The slightly upturned corners of her mouth form a calm smile; her beautiful eyes are shining with determination; her body exudes a delicate yet resolute temperament...

If this was her acting skills, then Ziyang would be able to win the Oscar for "Best Actress".

Kindness – When I was young, I didn’t think this quality was anything special.

It wasn't until he grew up and gained more experience that Qingdeng gradually realized how valuable "kind people" are.

From serving as a co-worker to serving as a bandit and then becoming a captain, then to serving as a side official and serving as an imperial minister, and finally to the current position of governor of Gyeonggi Town, Qingdeng can be regarded as having met countless people along the way.

Among the many people he came into contact with and got to know, it was not that there were no good people.

But...many people are under the pressure of reality and find it difficult to put their kind thoughts into practice.

And more people are selfish and "sweep the snow in front of everyone" - Qingdeng understands this very well and has no intention to criticize this behavior.

After all, in this fucked up and chaotic world, it is very difficult for ordinary people to just survive, so there is nothing wrong with caring about other people's happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy.

People who are kind and willing to do good are rare.

And people like Ziyang - who are obviously well-off people and have a good life, but still have a sincere heart - are even rarer.

After thinking about this, Qingdeng smiled slightly, half teasingly, half seriously and sighed:

"Miss Ziyang, if everyone in this world could have a kind heart like you and be willing to help others, the world would be able to return to peace long ago."

Ziyang smiled.

"Your Majesty Niou, you have given me too much praise."

"I'm just an ordinary woman."

"I don't have the skills to reach the top, nor the eloquence of eloquence."

"All I can do is use my body as a human shield to block some punches and kicks when the people around me are being bullied."

After saying that, she took a deep breath and changed the subject:

"Okay, let's get down to business. Nioh-sama, what is the important thing you want to discuss with me?"

Ziyang sat up straight, tightened his facial lines, and put on an extremely solemn look.

When Qingdeng saw this, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Miss Ziyang, don't be nervous, just relax. Before I get to the point... I have to thank you first."

As Qingdeng spoke, he lowered his waist and saluted Ziyang solemnly.

"thank?"

Ziyang tilted his head, with a confused expression on his face.

"Lord Nioh, raise your head quickly! Why do you want to thank me? I don't remember anything I have done that deserves your gratitude to me."

Although Ziyang urged Qingden to raise his head, he was completely unmoved.

He just kept his upper body and head lowered and replied unhurriedly:

"Miss Ziyang, thanks to you, I can get valuable inspiration."

"If I hadn't met you by chance in Fushimi, if I hadn't seen your mirror, I might still be worrying about how to raise the military expenses of the Shinsengumi until now."

Having said this, Qingdeng took out the silver mirror made of the Souji's "holy water" from his arms, placed it on the tatami, and pushed it to Ziyang's knees.

Looking at this palm-sized shining silver mirror, Ziyang's eyes suddenly lit up:

"Wow, what a beautiful mirror! Can I pick it up and take a look?"

"Please."

After getting Qingdeng's permission, Ziyang carefully picked up the silver mirror, looked up and down, and played with it repeatedly.

"Miss Ziyang, I'll tell you the truth - I plan to make a fortune selling mirrors next!"

Ziyang stopped what he was doing, blinked his beautiful eyes, and cast a puzzled look at Qingdeng.

"Selling mirrors?"

Qingden nodded vigorously.

He omitted what should not be said and only picked out what was important, concisely and concisely describing his strategic cause of "becoming a mirror tycoon" and the business plan drawn up by Yataro Iwasaki of "entrusting popular geisha or yuba to help with publicity" Tell it item by item.

"...Anyway, that's it."

"Miss Ziyang, you are the number one celebrity in Gion."

"The women in Kyoto are proud to imitate your dress."

"Therefore, I hope you can use my... silver mirror from the newly selected Chamber of Commerce!"

"We will provide you with the most beautiful and exquisite mirror we can make for free."

"If you can use our silver mirrors, you will definitely encourage women all over Kyoto to use our silver mirrors, and then the reputation of our silver mirrors will spread far and wide all over the world!"

"As for the subsequent remuneration, we will never treat you badly and will definitely give you an amount that satisfies you!"

After Ziyang listened carefully to Qingdeng's explanation, he nodded gently.

"I see...I understand. To put it simply, you want me to use your mirror to promote it, right?"

Qingdeng nodded vigorously:

"Yes, that's it!"

"..."

Ziyang was silent for a while.

After a moment, I heard a "puff" of laughter.

What followed was a silver bell-like laughter.

"Hahaha, so it's just a small favor! Okay, no problem! Just leave it to me! I will spare no effort to assist you!"

Qingdeng was stunned for a moment, and then his face showed uncontrollable joy.

Ziyang would readily agree to his request without hesitation... This was really beyond his expectation.

What he didn't expect was that something even more unexpected was coming.

"Lord Niou, there is no need for payment or anything like that."

Zi Yang waved his hand very freely.

Qingdeng was stunned for a moment, and then quickly said:

"No need to pay? This..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ziyang rushed ahead and said quickly:

"Lord Nioh, you just did me a big favor tonight."

"Thanks to your timely appearance and help, Linghua and I were able to survive. Otherwise, I really don't know how it would have ended."

Ryoka - the flower name of that poor geisha.

"Just think of it as repaying your kindness!"

"Anyway, the work I am responsible for is just using a mirror. There is no need to do anything complicated or troublesome."

"It's just such a simple little favor. I would feel uneasy if I asked you to pay a large sum of money."

After saying this in a joking tone, Ziyang seemed to have thought of something, paused, and then said excitedly:

"Ah, that's right! Nioh-sama, why not let my sisters also use your silver mirror?"

"Although I dare not claim to be 'popular', I still have a lot of friends in Gion."

"I would recommend that sisters who are familiar with me use your silver mirrors."

"In this way, your silver mirror should be more or less popular and well-known!"

After hearing this, Qingdeng blinked, and the dazed look on his face gradually turned into a dumbfounding expression:

"Miss Ziyang, you will make me flattered by your enthusiasm."

After hearing this, Ziyang let out a healthy and hearty laugh.

"Hahahaha, Niou-sama, you are serious."

"As I said just now, I'm just repaying the favor!"

"Please don't be polite and accept my kindness honestly!"

Speaking of this, probably to show off his heroic feelings, Ziyang clenched his right fist and punched his chest with neither light nor hard force.

The fists and chest hit each other, making a dull sound... Listening to this sound, Qingdeng lowered his eyes subconsciously and glanced at Ziyang's extremely flat chest without any trace.

I have to say, Ziyang's figure is really...

The saying for those with high emotional intelligence is that they will look good in a kimono. In the traditional concept, having too big breasts will push the skirt of the dress too high and ruin the shape of the kimono.

As for the claim of low emotional intelligence... If Ziyang pretends to be a young man and woman, he will definitely not cheat!

If Sanako, Kinoshita Mai and Tenzouin slap their chests, there will never be a muffled sound of "bang bang bang", but a soft and elastic "wave sound" like lightly poking jelly.

As soon as Qingdeng turned his gaze to Ziyang's chest, he looked back with regret.

Ziyang was talking to him about serious matters, but his attention was on the other person's flat chest...

——It seems that my recent dealings with Hijikata Toshizo have made my thoughts become dirty!

After throwing the blame to Hijikata Toshirō very gracefully, Aoto gathered his thoughts and cheered up.

Since the other party has talked about it for this reason, he is no longer a mother-in-law.

He straightened his back solemnly, then bowed down again in a serious manner and saluted Ziyang to express his thanks:

"Miss Ziyang, thank you very much! You have helped me a lot!"

Ziyang Wan'er:

"Lord Nioh, please give me the most beautiful mirror in the future!"

Qingdeng laughed:

"This is natural!"

…

…

That night--

Kyoto, somewhere——

It was late at night.

The deserted, empty streets were dark and silent.

Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap...

Suddenly, the sound of straw sandals scraping against the ground came from a distant street corner - a young samurai carrying a lantern and wearing a pair of swords broke the silence of the street.

If someone familiar with the Shinsengumi was present, they would be surprised when they saw his face clearly.

Hachiro Kiyokawa—a Shinsengumi staff officer whose status was equivalent to Hijikata Toshizo, Kondo Isamu, and Yamanan Keisuke—did not bring any entourage and acted alone.

This place is in the north of Beijing, far away from Mibu Township in the west of Beijing... It is hard to imagine how the dignified Shinsengumi staff could appear here.

The road was dark, and the deep dark clouds that filled the sky obscured the moonlight.

The lantern in Qinghe Hachiro's hand dimly illuminated the ground beneath his feet.

There is thick darkness where the light cannot reach, as if squatting a ferocious beast that is ready to pounce at any time.

There were some fallen leaves on the road that had not been cleaned for a long time.

Click, click, click, click...

Qinghe Balang walked forward on Zhiya's corpse with an expressionless face, and the sound of broken bones echoed over the streets.

After a while, he came to the door of a remote wooden house located on the edge of the river embankment.

Dim candlelight came from the crack in the door of the wooden house, and from time to time there were sounds of conversations and footsteps... someone was inside.

"..."

Qinghe Hachilang raised his head, raised his gaze, and carefully observed all directions.

In addition, he also pointed his ears and listened carefully to what was going on around him.

As an outstanding swordsman who is proficient in the Kagami Akechi stream, Qinghe Hachiro has excellent hearing and eyesight, both of which are unmatched by ordinary people.

After confirming that no one was following him, he raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

Knocked three times.

After a while, a deep voice came from the door:

"Down with the shogunate and revitalize the imperial court."

Qinghe Balang leaned over and said seriously:

"Yumiya Hachiman!"

[Note: Yuya Hachiman: Hachiman is the god of bows and arrows. It is generally a term used by warriors when swearing, meaning "no falsehood\