Onmyoji, a nobleman in Heian-kyo

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Shizuko said weakly.

This has happened three times already; she really couldn't take it anymore.

Even if her husband is injured, she can't tolerate it anymore...

"Okay, okay," Kousaka Kyosuke replied, deciding not to bother Shizuko anymore.

He simply picked her up.

Having figured out what was going on, Shizuko gripped Kousaka Kyosuke tightly, letting herself dangle in mid-air.

A quarter of an hour later.

Shizuko was held in Kousaka Kyosuke's left arm, and she leaned against him.

"Lord Kyosuke, when will your hand be better?"

Seeing a right hand moving, clumsily scratching its own abdomen with its fingernails, Shizuko couldn't help but ask.

Kyosuke Kosaka said, "I don't know, but it seems that the divine messenger who understands prophecy said that I would be able to solve the problem immediately."

"I have a feeling that there's not much of a problem..."

Shizuko watched silently as the fingers moved erratically around her belly button, her feelings a complex mix.

How so? It's like rehabilitation.

Just do more things that astringe your body, and you'll recover in a few days.

So, the husband's desires are so strong?

It seems so.

Shizuko tensed up again as her ears were warmed by a breath of hot air. She quickly got down to business.

"Lord Kyosuke, I need to go to the Water Department tomorrow..."

"Go ahead, no problem. Kyoto is safe for now."

"Uh, danger again."

"Anyway, there's nothing to worry about. Please try this on."

"...Isn't this a Hihakama?"

"Tea-colored, after all, crimson is somewhat taboo."

"Looking at the style is already a taboo." Shizuko took the long dress, but still stood up, turned away, and carefully put it on.

When they are together, the husband always makes himself wear some unique outfits.

The ink silk provided by Pixel Garments is similar to modern-style athletic leggings.

It also resembles stockings made to resemble ink threads.

She tried on many different items, including cotton socks, skirts, and brightly colored Wu-style clothing.

At first, Shizuko was very ashamed, but now she's used to it. She just keeps thinking to herself, "Shouldn't my husband be focusing his attention elsewhere?"

Of course, Shizuko never mentioned it.

Objectively speaking, the husband is doing a great job at work. It's really going too far to give him any more advice.

"...Lord Kyosuke, don't you have any clothes?"

"No, this is fine. Are you cold?" Kousaka Kyosuke hugged Shizuko, who was now dressed in a red hakama, with concern.

Shizuko rolled her eyes, then noticed that Kyosuke Kousaka's right hand had become more agile.

Fortunately, she knew her husband wouldn't lie, otherwise she would have started to have doubts.

"Strange, my fingers are more flexible."

"The direction of flexibility is very wrong."

"Cheer up!"

"I'm so happy..." Shizuko, feeling her body gradually warming up again, took the initiative to rub her face against Kousaka Kyosuke's.

Kyosuke Kosaka smiled with satisfaction; he liked Shizuko's casual yet always witty way of speaking.

If it's just a nice-sounding excuse...

He wouldn't pay attention to it, but he could tell from his careful listening that it was sincere.

He loved it.

To be honest, in Kyosuke Kosaka's eyes, Shizuko was similar to the kind of childhood friend next door.

Furthermore, their love for agriculture and their clear understanding of history make their characteristics even more distinctive.

Well, Kyosuke Kousaka would never think that this was due to any developmental issues.

He glanced down at the scarlet hakama that Shizuko was wearing.

The bright, vibrant brown color complemented her healthy, wheat-colored skin. Shizuko deliberately wore it low-waisted, with the top of her bow-tied pants ending about two or three centimeters below her navel, which inexplicably made Kyosuke Kosaka's heart flutter.

Kyosuke Kousaka is a very particular person.

You can't stare at one spot; that would be extremely impolite.

To be considered a good person, you must like and appreciate everything about the woman you like!

"Hey……"

Shizuko watched as Kousaka Kyosuke pulled her down onto the straw mat, and she could only let out a soft moan.

She missed being with Chitanda, which would prevent Kousaka Kyosuke from continuing to target her.

However, she didn't dislike it at all; she actually liked it a lot.

Another half hour passed.

Kousaka Kyosuke was chatting with Chitanda.

Chitanda is a pure yet lively girl who has always been rather shy since Kousaka Kyosuke met her.

But sometimes, driven by strong curiosity, I let loose and enthusiastically ask all sorts of questions.

Kyosuke Kousaka always satisfied Chitanda's various curiosities.

"Lord Kyosuke, your hand seems much better than yesterday."

"Yes, it's much better."

I've become more agile since last night, and my recovery has accelerated thanks to Shizuko... Well, I'll keep these thoughts to myself.

Kousaka Kyosuke knew that Chitanda would avoid eye contact and blush for a while after hearing this, making it inconvenient for her to speak.

"As the divine messenger said, Lord Kyosuke will surely recover soon!"

Chitanda gripped Kousaka Kyosuke's right hand tightly with both hands, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Kyosuke Kosaka smiled and said, "Thank you for your kind words. Speaking of which, I heard from Suyi that you went to the old house before. How was it there?"

"That's great, it's just like before."

"Could it be that the vegetables and flowers planted in the yard are still the same?"

"Yes, ever since Lord Zhixing moved away, Lady Xiangzi has been instructing people to take care of things. I occasionally go with Jingzi to check on things, and we even planted some radish seeds not long ago..."

Chitanda spoke with great interest.

Kyosuke Kosaka found very little information about the nuns at Danrinji Temple and didn't bother to inquire further.

At most, she has some connection with Yaobikuni, which is not worth his attention.

These days, nothing feels better than having Chitanda hold your hand tightly.

"You and Shizuko are going to the Water Department again tomorrow. Is there anything you need?" Kousaka Kyosuke asked.

Chitanda shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, Shizuko and I are just like usual."

Her husband always supports her in everything she does, and she is truly touched.

She naturally tried her best to avoid troubling her husband.

"If you need to, you should still speak up. Things that can be resolved with just a few words can save a lot of time..."

Kousaka Kyosuke smiled.

He understood Chitanda's, and even the psychology of her other spouses, very well.

Therefore, we can only try to emphasize it as much as possible.

At noon.

Shizuko and Chitanda, who were working in the courtyard, gathered together. Seeing that each other had rosy cheeks and could not hide their charm, they tacitly turned their faces away and chatted casually.

It took them quite a while to get down to business.

"Lord Kyosuke said that the spirit rice given by the evil god might not yield any results in cultivation. I also think we should be careful. Let's plant one acre first and see how it goes?"

"Yes, we can't waste too much. It's fine to eat it though..."

Chitanda agreed with Shizuko's words.

She had heard some basic information about the evil god from Kyosuke Kousaka, and she knew that the evil god was probably a trustworthy and high-ranking deity.