Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 645 Under the Cherry Blossom Tree

Fujiwara was keenly aware of Mira's abnormality, but he did not ask directly, but carefully started his preparations. Although he has never experienced living in the wild, as a disciple of Master Bei, he can still do some things.

While Fujiwara was busy, Mira's eyes inadvertently glanced at the cherry blossom trees, and an imperceptible sadness flashed in her eyes.

"Well, the environment is nice. The sausage and bacon should make dinner delicious." He tried to lighten the atmosphere with normal words, his tone gentle.

Mira slowly sat on one of the beds, hugging her knees with her hands. Her eyes drifted to the cherry blossom forest again, as if she was recalling that painful past. Hearing Fujiwara's voice, she nodded slightly, but she was obviously absent-minded.

Fujiwara noticed Mira's acquiescence and began to get busy. He took out a package of sausages and bacon from his backpack, placed them skillfully on the shelf, and lit the charcoal below. The flames danced and crackled, accompanied by the aroma of the meat cooking.

"Would you like to try to help bake?" Fujiwara invited with a smile and handed a long fork to Mira, trying to get her involved and distract her.

Mira raised her head, glanced at Fujiwara quietly, then stood up and took the long fork awkwardly. Her hands were trembling slightly, but under Fujiwara's encouraging eyes, she slowly approached the grill. The firelight illuminated her face, outlining her firm features.

"Like this, turn them over gently to let them heat evenly." Fujiwara stood beside her and demonstrated, his arm gently brushing Mira's, his movements gentle and patient.

Mira followed Fujiwara's instructions and began to bake the food carefully. Her movements were a little stiff at first, but with Fujiwara's constant guidance and encouragement, she gradually became more comfortable. As night falls, the air under the cherry blossom trees is filled with the aroma of grilled sausages and bacon, as well as the subtle aroma of charcoal.

The two worked side by side, and the atmosphere gradually became relaxed. Fujiwara made some irrelevant jokes from time to time, trying to make Mira laugh. She began to respond to his humor. Although her smile was a little forced, it was already a big improvement compared to the silence just now.

Fujiwara did not interrupt her, but stood aside quietly, giving her the greatest respect and understanding. He knew that some pain took time to heal.

As dinner preparations were completed, the two of them sat around the simple table, and the dining atmosphere was much more relaxed than before. Fujiwara shrewdly avoids sensitive topics and instead talks about his previous experiences and the amazing things he has seen.

The story came to an abrupt end because Mira suddenly lost control of her mood. Fujiwara did not answer immediately and continued to bake incense in silence.

Suddenly, her tears fell down uncontrollably. She wiped away the tears on her face angrily, and said emotionally: "Idiot! Didn't I say that I don't want to be a princess, and I hate those hypocritical pretensions? Don’t go back to that place and don’t be bound by anyone!”

However, when a cherry blossom petal fell on the back of Mira's hand in the wind, her expression froze in an instant. She stared at the petals blankly, memories of the past flooding into her mind.

Mira's hands are folded in her lap, her eyes sparkle with interest in the story, and the occasional nod and smile indicate she's fully immersed in Fujiwara's narrative. The corners of her mouth raised unconsciously, as if she was infected by Fujiwara's words, and the burden in her heart became less heavy at this moment.

He could completely understand why Mira's emotions were out of control. The pain of losing her mother was undoubtedly huge, but this did not mean that Fujiwara had to feel the same way as her.

Damn it, why does he always feel the same way as others and why no one tries to understand him?

Grass!

Grass!

Grass!

After about a minute, Fujiwara gradually calmed down.

"Did you know? I heard that there are gods guarding the cherry blossom trees. Maybe they can hear our wishes." Fujiwara tried to speak softly, his eyes scanning the forest softly.

Mira stopped what she was doing, as if her heart was touched by these words. She stared at the cherry blossom trees, and after a long time, she whispered softly: "I hope they can rest in peace."

After advancing to this point, there is no reason to give up, otherwise we should not have gotten involved in this matter in the first place.

Faced with a princess who was prone to emotional outbursts and whose mind was still immature, Fujiwara was at a loss as to how to persuade her.

After thinking about it, I decided to tell the truth and use the truth to force her. So Fujiwara gently picked up a piece of freshly grilled sausage and handed it to Mira, who was still sobbing.

Mira looked at Fujiwara hesitantly, then at the sausage in his hand, and finally took it. She took small bites, each bite was so difficult

At this moment, Fujiwara slowly opened his mouth and began to tell his story.

"I was brought to Kyoto three years ago. They wanted me to marry the daughter of a big family. At that time, I thought everything was so ridiculous. I thought about escaping and alienating myself. But slowly, I Discovering that this is not an accident, but a calculation over generations. I need to take advantage of it and resist when I can. Otherwise, my struggle will only be seen as a joke."

After hearing this, Mira looked at Fujiwara in slight surprise, as if thinking about why Fujiwara suddenly said this.

Fujiwara's hand tightly grasped the iron stick in his hand, and the iron stick became bent due to the excessive force.

His eyes met Mira's eyes firmly and he continued: "So, I spent a lot of energy to slowly gain some advantages. I began to understand how I can control my own destiny. When I have those people in my hands Only when I have the power that those people crave can I realize my revenge. He paused, as if thinking about the next words, and then slowly raised his head, his eyes as sharp as ice picks. "When I have the power that those people crave, can I To achieve my revenge. " His voice was almost a whisper, but it carried irresistible power.

One has to recognize one's position before one can find a way to change the game. " He slowly raised his arm, pointed at Mira and said, "And the reason why I protected you along the way is not because I am a good person. " His fingers passed through the air, as if describing the invisible connection between them, "But I see in you the possibility of changing my destiny, the possibility that is beneficial to me.

His palm turned into a gentle gesture, gently covering the back of Mira's trembling hand and continued:

"I want to help you, and I want you to help me."

Mira's eyes suddenly flashed with an imperceptible light. She slowly withdrew her hand, leaned back slightly, and kept her distance. "How...how can I help you?" Although her voice was trembling, she still tried to remain firm.

Fujiwara raised his eyebrows slightly, with a faint smile on his lips. He shook his head gently, "Anyway, whether you are willing or unwilling, this is a fate that you cannot escape. No one can escape. Your own destiny. Since you are the daughter of Queen Shakula, you should not let the country that the Queen carefully manages fall into the hands of treacherous officials."

A trace of doubt and fear flashed in Mira's eyes, "What do you mean, you mean my mother's death was a conspiracy?" Her voice almost suddenly became sharp, like a blade cutting through the calm air.

Fujiwara's eyes became deep and he nodded lightly, "It's hard to say, but if Queen Shakura dies, who will benefit?" His words were like dust floating in the air, making it difficult to see and understand, but Mira guessed the most impossible possibility in her mind.

"Shut up, I won't allow you to slander the royal family!" Mira almost screamed, her body tensed and her hands clenched into fists, as if she was ready to fight at any time.

"Anyway, I didn't tell lies," Fujiwara's voice suddenly calmed down. He slowly sat back on the chair, his eyes fixed on Mira's face again, "Everyone was talking about this when your mother just passed away, and This kind of thing is nothing new from now on."

Mira stared at the burning flames angrily, and the flames reflected the same anger in her eyes. After a while, a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Okay, although I don't know how I can help you, I still promise you." Her voice was cold, but there was an imperceptible firmness in it. , "But don't say such nonsense..."

"Whatever," Fujiwara shrugged, as if he didn't care, "Anyway, the advice is off-putting, so it doesn't matter if you don't listen." He stood up again, his eyes as sharp as a hawk, "But you must keep this country and become the king. "

Mira closed her eyes and took a deep breath, knowing what her choice meant. When she opened her eyes again, there was a new fire burning in those eyes, the fire of determination, the fire of the future queen.

(End of this chapter)