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[Hanfu · 漢服]The past and present of "eating mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival"

As the Mid-Autumn Festival/Zhong Qiu Jie 中秋节 is coming, let us learn how “mooncakes/月饼” became an iconic traditional food of the Mid-Autumn Festival

🌕🥮Mooncake/月饼🥮🏮

A mooncake (simplified Chinese: 月饼; traditional Chinese: 月餅) is a Chinese bakery product traditionally eaten during the Mid-Autumn Festival (中秋節).The festival is primarily about the harvest while a legend connects it to moon watching, and mooncakes are regarded as a delicacy. Mooncakes are offered between friends or on family gatherings while celebrating the festival. The Mid-Autumn Festival is widely regarded as one of the four most important Chinese festivals.

Mooncakes were originally used as offerings to worship the moon god.

Worshiping the moon is a very old custom in China. It is actually a worship activity for the "moon god" by the ancients. Eating mooncakes and appreciating the moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival are indispensable customs for celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival in all parts of China. Mooncakes symbolize reunion. People regard them as festive food, use them to worship the moon, and give them to relatives and friends.

Cultural relics believed to be the predecessor of mooncakes were unearthed:

<China Tang Dynasty Baoxiang flower-patterned mooncakes/宝相花月饼>⬇️

Mooncakes, traditionally offered as a tribute to the Moon Goddess, have a long and rich history. The term "mooncake" was first recorded in the Southern Song Dynasty in Wu Zimu’s <梦梁录/Meng Liang Lu>.

Over time, mooncakes merged with various regional culinary traditions, giving rise to different styles such as Cantonese, Shanxi, Beijing, Suzhou, Chaozhou, and Yunnan mooncakes, all of which are beloved by people across China：

Mooncakes truly became associated with the Mid-Autumn Festival during the Ming Dynasty. In the writings of Liu Ruoyu 刘若愚, a eunuch during the reigns of the Wanli and Chongzhen emperors, he mentioned in his prison work Zhuozhong Zhi 《酌中志》(Vol. 20, "Brief Record of Culinary Preferences"): “八月宫中赏秋海棠、玉簪花。自初一日起，即有卖��饼者。加以西瓜、藕，互相馈送。西苑鹿藕。至十五日，家家供月饼瓜果，候月上焚香后，即大肆饮啖，多竟夜始散席者。如有剩月饼，仍整收于干燥风凉之处，至岁暮合家分用之，曰‘团圆饼’也”

Translation：

"In August, the palace having event appreciates autumn crabapple blossoms. From the first day of the month, mooncakes are sold,it accompanied by watermelons and lotus roots, and are exchanged as gifts.By the fifteenth day, every household offers mooncakes and fruits in worship, waiting for the moon to rise before burning incense and feasting lavishly, with some gatherings lasting all night. If there are leftover mooncakes, they are stored in a dry and cool place until the end of the year, when the whole family shares them, calling them 'reunion cakes.'

In the Qing Dynasty, there were books that detailed the methods of making mooncakes. For example, Zeng Yi, a female writer and female doctor in the late Qing Dynasty, recorded the "Method of Making Crisp Mooncakes" in her book "Zhongkuilu": "Use white ash flour, half of which is steamed in a steamer, and no water vapor is seen; the other half is raw, and kneaded with lard and cold water. Then, mix the steamed flour with lard. Use a ball of raw oil flour, and wrap a small ball of cooked oil flour inside; use a rolling pin to roll it into a cup-sized shape, fold it into a square; roll it into a ball again, and fold it into a square again; then wrap the filling. Use a cake stamp to stamp it, and put it on the stove to cook. For the oil-flavored filling, use cooked flour, sugar, walnuts, etc., and add a little sesame oil, so that it will not fall apart." The method is very similar to today's Suzhou-style mooncakes.

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ㅤㅤ ㅤ𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

Yuzuki Minamoto (皆本 憂好 Minamoto Yūzuki), more often refered to as simply Monster (怪物 Monster), is one of the main protagonists of the Jujutsu Kaisen series. She is a special grade jujutsu sorcerer and heir to the Minamoto Clan, being the only living member to inherit Carnivore Comsuption. Yuzuki work as a teacher at the Tokyo Jujutsu High and uses her influence to intercede against the actions of sorcerers executives.

[ 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] —

Yuzuki is a tall, strong woman in her late twenties. She has charcoal-black long hair, and during work hours uses long hairpins to keep it in a partially tied up bun. Yuzuki uses contact lenses to conceal her red iris and long earrings with rubi pendants.

Yuzuki wears a attired chosen by Noriyori, her mother and head of the Minamoto Clan. She sports a sash, crafted by Tengen to restrict her cursed energy, over a summer robe. Beneath it, Yuzuki wears running shoes. She has a preference for expensive fabrics and tama kanzashi (玉簪 Ball Kanzashi) hairpins. As a Tokyo Jujutsu High student, Yuzuki wore the standard school uniform with a talisman tied around her neck.

During the Shinjuku Showdown Arc, Yuzuki used a long red uchikake made of silk over a pearly-white kimono. She used a ogi bira kanzashi (扇びら簪 Princess style) hairpin.

[ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 ] —

Yuzuki is a schemer at her core, exhibiting a calm and relaxed demeanor even during stressful situations. She is usually playful with friends and colleagues, acting gentle and careful towards her students. Yuzuki soothe elders in their presences while sharing her honest opinion near other sorcerers and students.

She is confident in her abilities and uses her reputation as a glutton for bloodshed to ensure her plans against the elders succeed. Yuzuki judges others based on their will to evolve, acting cold to those she finds stagnant and unreliable. She often lies and bluffs, going as far to spread false rumors about herself and her own abilities.

Yuzuki's ability to heal is usually mistaken by a fast RCT (Reverse Cursed Technique), making most curse users avoid engaging with her in physical combat. Her combative style is characterized by non-existent defense and close-range attacks. Yuzuki acts condescending during combat, giving advice to opponents and ignoring the loss of limbs. She tends to make cold-blooded decisions, prioritizing enemies' defeat over anything else.

Yuzuki's caring behavior and violent-methods are contradictions within herself. After being crucified by Toji Fushiguro, she realized healing and torture meant the same for her body. Dealing with a life-long extreme chronic pain due to her heavenly restriction, Yuzuki grew desensitized to pain and often forgets others aren't as resistant.

Yuzuki became a affiliated sorcerer because it was the easiest way to encounter opponents, and ignores any ideologies about duty and responsability as a sorcerer. She dreams of a world where Clans have no power, that is the main reason why she joined [ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 𝟎 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 ].

Alongside with Satoru Gojo, Yuzuki took responsability for Megumi and Tsumiki. Protecting them from the Zen'in Clan, her calm demeanor shatters when they are in danger. She attempted to kill Naobito Zen'in when he offered to buy Megumi from her, now both Clans hostile against one another.

[ 𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 ] —

Overview

Overall Skill Level: Yuzuki is an exceedingly resistant fighter and one of only five special grade sorcerers. Despite countless rumors, little is know about her powers except that it is impossible to kill Yuzuki in combat. She possesses vasts amounts of cursed energy, but mostly uses her physical prowess and high combat insticts in order to not reveal her true technique.

Yuzuki was the one of the few Minamoto to inherit Carnivore Comsuption and survive their childhood. As student, jujutsu higher-ups observed her closely and often sent her to difficult missions alone. Yaga later regretted that, seeing this as the reason why there is no factual information about her abilities.

Yuziki is know as the best healer in jujutsu history, able to reconstruct allies' missing limbs from a long distance. As a first-year student, Yuzuki was able of regenarating Riko Amanai's brain.

Kenjaku studied Toji's experiment to determine how to disable Yuzuki. Using Mahito, Kenjaku attracted her to [ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 ].

Physical Prowess

Master Hand-to-Hand Combatant: Yuzuki is a formidable martial artist, damaging constructions within miles of distance without using any cursed energy. She was capable of overpowering Mahito in hand-to-hand combat as her attacks changed the format of his soul. Fighting alongside Sukuna, Yuzuki managed to keep Mahoraga trapped under her body as the King of Curses activated his domain.

Immense Endurance: Often put in dangerous positions, killing blows can't stop Yuzuki from moving forward. Yuzuki cures brain damage automatically, making it possible for her to use all of her techniques severe times. When Toji crucified her down at the barrier's core, she learned how to modify the shape of her body to escape from traps.

Immense Speed & Reflexes: As her intentions in most combats is to make her opponent hit her with cursed energy, often curses assume Yuzuki is slow to defend. She is an extremely fast fighter, equal to Naobito Zen'in. In her duel with Sukuna, after charging her technique she surprised the King of Curses by avoiding his slash attacks.

Immense Strength: Relying mostly on her physical strength against curses, Yuzuki rarely encountered enemies she couldn't defeat immediately. Healing Yuji Itadori's body, the impact of her energy sent Sukuna flying throught the school walls. Yuzuki was able to carry Ultimate Mechamaru - Mode: Absolute away from Shibuya's center.

Intelligence

Great Tactical Intellect:Yuzuki is tactical, as smart as she is resistant. She is adaptable, learning others' techniques through the pain it causes on her body. Enranging opponents with the lack of cursed energy on her attacks, Yuzuki forces them to activate their own techniques. Once that happens, Yuzuki has the upperhand in any and every battle.

The lies, bluffs and rumors Yuzuki spreads about herself confuses the entirety of jujutsu world. Often times, Yuzuki pretends to expand her domain in order to make opponents take on a defensive stance. It is still unkown for higher-ups if she even has a domain technique.

Cursed Restrictions

Heavenly Restriction: The trade-off for Yuzuki's life-long extreme chronic pain is her entire body constantly creating positive energy. That makes it impossible for her to be damaged for more than a 0.0001 second. The only moment she uses RCT is to heal others, never herself.

Yuji Itadori: In exchange for her protection against jujutsu higher-ups, Yuji Itadori is proihibited from entering a binding vow without Yuzuki there to mediate it.

Minamoto Clan: [ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 ].

Cursed Energy

Cursed Energy Capacity: Yuzuki's vast cursed energy is restrict through a biding vow with the Minamoto Clan. Tengen crafted talismans capable of [ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 𝟎 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 ].

Cursed Energy Manipulation: Yuzuki has total control over her cursed energy due to having spent her entire life regulating it to not break her binding vow conditions. When in a situation where she can use it freely, Yuzuki faces zero unnecessary cursed energy loss. Facing Mahoraga, she shifted between her innate technique and simple domain effortlessly.

Cursed Energy Output: Due to her immense control and beneficts from the heavenly restriction, Yuzuki can output insanely high amounts of cursed energy into her techniques. After stealing Divine Flame, she was able of using 120% of its potential to damage both Mahoraga and Sukuna.

Black flash: Yuzuki never once landed a Black flash.

Cursed Technique

Inherited Technique: Carnivore Comsumption (肉食動物 Meat-eater)

Is an inherited technique from the Minamoto family. It grants the capacity to steal whatever technique struck the user as long as they can survive the hit in its double damage. Most members to have enherited this technique died as soon as it developed in their brain, but due to her heavenly restriction Yuzuki can survive the conditions of it. Once a technique is stolen, the details for it are carved into Yuzuki's right prefrontal cortex.

Innate Technique: Shattered Mirror (砕 鏡 Frustrated Mirror)

Any attack imbued in cursed energy is reversed in 120% to the sorcerer once Yuzuki stops feeling the effects of it on her body. Due to her inherited technique, it means the damage will be double once it reaches the opponent. It doesn't replicate long-lasting effects such as poison, loss of limbs or temporary incapacitation. It does replicate inherited and innate techniques, barrier, talisman and shinikami.

Extension Technique: Sanguinory Trap (出血 羂 Tied Bleeding)

Anyone that ingests Yuzuki's blood automatically receives the same damage she does. After using RCT, the cursed techniques fade away but the physical damage continues as her heavenly restriction cannot be healed. The only way to stop it is by making Yuzuki ingest the opponent's blood.

Maximum Output: Offered Suicide (心中 供 Gifted Lover's Suicide)

It's Sanguinory Trap in its maximum use of cursed energy. Yuzuki multiplies positive and negative energy, consequently damaging her brain. Unless the opponent's RCT can be compared to hers, it means instant death. Until october, Yuzuki knew about only two other sorcerers that could survive it: Kinji Hakari and, of course, Satoru Gojo.

Maximum Technique: Ouroboros (ウロボロス Ouroboros)

Ouroboros is the maximum technique of Shattered Mirror. By attacking herself with someone else's maximum output (e.g. Satoru Gojo's Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue, Choso Kamo's Flowing Red Scales), Yuzuki can eccho the doubled wound on a radious of 200 meters.

Shikigami Jutsu: Hana (供花 Flower Shrine)

By opening a wound on her body, Yuzuki can create shikigami's from her dripping blood. Hana is an infestation of humming birds that suck the opponent's blood meanwhile ingesting Yuzuki's blood into their body. It grants her the possibility of using Sanguinory Trap and it's maximum output, Offered Suicide.

Anti-Domain Technique: Falling Blosson Emotion (落らっ花かの情じょう Rakka no Jō)

A secret domain countermeasure passed down in the Big Four Sorcerer Families. Rather than expanding a domain, Falling Blossom Emotion counterattacks with cursed energy the moment a domain's can't-miss attack makes contact.

Domain Expansion: Corroded Shrine (月宮 腐るRotten Moon Palace)

Yuzuki creates a lethal open-domain with a Meiji Shrine as an escape route, a binding vow which vastly increases the guaranteed hit's effective area with a maximum radius of 100 meters. She uses Varada mudra as a hand seal, a gesture associated with Kuan Yin. It represents offering, lack of fear and Kuan Yin's campassion to all beings. Everything that remains inside her domain for more than five seconds is submerged in blood and relentlesly attacked by any stolen technique of her choice. Since the nature of it being an open-domain, in a clash of domains Yuzuki would defeat any close-domain. She never confronted an open-domain before. Yuzuki herself and those she makes physical contact with are immunite to its effect.

Special Abilities: Soul Range

Upon first-meeting, Ryomen Sukuna recognized Yuzuki's soul was stronger than most humans. During a battle with Mahito, he mentioned her soul didn't even trembled at his technique. In the same day, after touching Junpei's shoulder [ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 ].

[ 𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐏𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ] —

Cursed Tool: Inverted Spear of Heaven (天あまの逆さか鉾ほこ Ama no Sakahoko)

It is a special grade cursed tool with the ability to completely nullify cursed techniques on contact. It uses an imbued cursed technique fueled by foreign cursed energy. After Toji Fushiguro's defeat, the status of it was unknown even to Tengen.

[ 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀 ] —

According to Jujutsu Kaisen Official Fanbook:

Hobby: Reading ancient poems.

Favorite dish: Fish and oyester.

Least favorite dish: Milk.

Cause of stress: The Minamoto Clan and rhinitis.

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“They’re cute” (Daki, Mukago & Nakime || Request by @cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme)

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: Mature

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Romance

➥ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭: Fluff || Hurt/Comfort || Dark fic

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ±9.5k || +12.1k || ±15.8k

𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭:  38 min. || 49 min. || 1h

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: (Ume) Daki // (Lower Rank 4) Mukago // (Biwa Demon) Nakime x Human!Reader

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: Kimetsu no Yaiba

⚠ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Minor death (suggested & mentioned), Eating people (mentioned)/dead bodies, Threats, Blood, Severe injuries on the body (not Reader), Misogyny, Desecration of a human corpse, Larvae and flies, Blood, Falling into madness, Mental problems, Muzan's goal (Spoiler for: Episode 34/Chapter 67), Presented the character's past (from "Kimetsu no Yaiba Official Fanbook: Kisatsutai Kenbunroku 2"), Forbidden Love/Mutual Pining || NOT EDITED

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Before each story, I have included words that may cause readers difficulty. I tried to explain them in text, but if after reading something is still unclear then look there. I hope I've done good research and haven't misunderstood anything - if you have more knowledge on the subject, please correct me.

➵ “They’re cute” Part 2/2 (Nakime)

> (Ume) Daki Masterlist

> Mukago Masterlist

➻ Little dictionary:

Yūjo (遊女, lit. "Woman of pleasure") - common prostitutes, they could be found in brothels (hamirase).

Harimise (張見) - a kind of brothel, where sex workers lined up behind bars around 6 p.m. to attract potential customers.

Oiran (花魁, lit. "Leading flower" or "First flower", comes from the Japanese phrase: Oira no tokoro no nēsan (おいらの所の姉さん) which translates into "My elder sister") - is a collective term for the highest-ranking courtesans/prostitutes in Japanese. Unlike yūjo, in addition to their sexual services, they were artists and were expected to provide entertainment. They were highly skilled in the playing koto, shakuhachi, tsuzumi and shamisen (traditional Japanese instruments), igo (traditional Japanese board game), dance and poetry. They also had to learn from an early age classic Japanese, calligraphy, flower arranging (ikebana or kadō) and the tea ceremony (chadō). In addition, clients expected them to be knowledgeable in scholarly matters, and so it was essential that courtesans had the abilities to carry witty and intelligent conversation and write eloquently. Their art and fashions often set trends among the wealthy and, because of this, cultural aspects of oiran traditions continue to be preserved to this day.

Oiran dōchū (花魁道中, おいらん道中) - the impressive procession with which the oiran moved, surrounded by all the entourage and servants from their seirō. Example of oiran dōchū.

Maiko (舞妓) - is a young apprentice geisha in Kyoto. The equivalent of maiko in Tokyo is hangyoku.

Okāsan (お母さん, lit. "Mother") - that's how the courtesans called the owners of the brothels.

Seirō (青楼, "Green Houses") - refers to the yūkaku licensed pleasure quarters - specifically Yoshiwara. The place where they lived. The term seirō originated in Chinese to denote a pavilion in which a nobleman kept a mistress.

Chaya (茶屋, "Tea house") - oiran place to meet clients and work. To call an oiran, the customer must use a tea house as a mediator, but not just only ask the tea house, they had to spend a lot of money there beforehand. They had to prove that they had enough money and power to play with the oiran. Then, they had the right to call for an oiran.

Kanzashi (簪) - are hair ornaments used in traditional Japanese hairstyles. The term kanzashi refers to a wide variety of accessories, including long, rigid hairpins, barrettes, fabric flowers and fabric hair ties. // Hana-kanzashi - are ornaments usually in the shape of flowers worn by maiko. Each month is assigned a different theme.

Kusudama (薬玉) - spherical ornament made of, among others, artificial flowers or paper (e.g. origami method). Sometimes long colored ribbons or threads are attached to it from the bottom. In ancient Japan, a kusudama was a bag filled with scented substances designed to scare away evil spirits and demons, mainly during the annual "Children's Festival" (Tango no Sekku or Ayame no Hi (Iris Festival)) on May 5. Today, this decoration is used during various ceremonies, such as the opening of a new store or restaurant. Sometimes it serves as a gift. Kusudamas is considered a precursor of modular origami.

Futon (布団) - traditional japanese bedding. It consists of a mattress (shiki-buton) and a duvet (kake-buton). Futons after taking out for the night from the wall cabinet (oshiire) are laid on tatami. After they are rolled up and put in the wardrobe in the morning, you gain free space in the room for the day, which can be used for other purposes.

Tatami (畳) - is a type of mat used as a flooring material in traditional Japanese-style rooms. Because of the fact that they aren't cleaned, you cannot step on them with shoes/dirty feet.

Shōji (障子, しょうじ) - is a door, window or room divider used in traditional Japanese architecture, consisting of translucent (or transparent) sheets on a lattice frame. Shōji usually slide, but may occasionally be hung or hinged, especially in more rustic styles.

Kimono (着物, きもの, lit. "thing to wear") - is a traditional Japanese garment. The kimono is a wrapped-front garment with square sleeves and a rectangular body, and is worn left side wrapped over right, unless the wearer is deceased. Oiran wore multiple layers of silk kimono and her outfit sometimes weighed 20-30 kg (44-66 lb).

Genre: Romance || Fluff

Word count and reading time: ±9.5k (38 min.)

⚠ Warnings for this part of the request: Minor death (suggested), Eating people (mentioned), Threats, Misogyny, Forbidden Love/Mutual Pining,

Numerous lantern lights illuminated the streets of Yoshiwara revealing to many people a new face of Tokyo - which, because of their bright red color, was often called the Red Light District.

For some, it might have been associated with big, ripe fruit on the trees or the sunset after a beautiful day, but for you, it was associated with a woman’s red lipstick.

In the air there was a strong smell of various dishes and spices that could make you dizzy, as well as brewed green tea from chaya. The night was filled with the sounds of shamisen played by geisha for their audience in okiya, where all sorts of people gathered to rest with their charms, watching them dance, but you didn’t count among them.

Walking down a street full of harimise - brothels with a view inside through the bars, where a lots of prostitutes yūjo were sitting and urging you to visit them by their beautiful looks - and some shops, your eye hung on the colorful paper windmills and various richly decorated hair ornaments exhibited at the stalls.

Since it was still February you could mostly see the hana-kanzashi depicting plum blossoms for maiko. They were meant to remind us of the imminent arrival of spring and were replaced in March into bright yellow flowers of rapeseed and daffodil, pink peonies and peach flowers, as well as multicolored, delightful butterflies, when their true counterparts bloomed on the trees.

All the ornaments were shimmered from the metals they were made of. From gold and silver for the nobles, and brass for the common people. There were kanzashi with one spool, two; in the shape of combs, and many of them had red-pink petals attached to them. From a distance, they looked so real and fragile.

There were also those with white kusudama balls in different origami patterns giving off a strong, floral scent of perfume. To them below were attached long ribbons and threads blowing freely in the wind.

For a moment, you were wondering if you should buy something for her, but you immediately remembered that you have little more just to meet her.

Besides, she had much nicer ornaments and none of them matched her beauty. She was like a rare flower.

And she’s not a child anymore, she would probably laugh at a cheap toy.

“Are you buying something or..?” asked the fat salesman, looking at you in surprise. He’d never seen anyone who look at a piece of colored paper and a stick with such a dreamful and wide smile on face.

“Um, n-no.”

Getting caught watching toys for too long with embarrassment and a slight blush, you put it back. The man just shook his head with a slight laugh.

“Ah, love!” he said aloud with understanding. “Love… it does strange things to people,” he added after a moment of reflection, turning his back to you and waving his hand, but you didn’t see it because you walked away from his booth in embarrassment.

Love?

Do you love her?

Yes, you enjoyed spending time with her and talking to her, but would you call it love?

At the very thought, your cheeks became warmer and butterflies appeared in your stomach, causing a pleasant tickling in your gut…

After a moment’s reflection, you would admit that you might like her a little more than normal.

But you know you didn’t call it love - or rather, you both wouldn’t admit it. Besides, this relationship would never stand a chance, and it’s not just because of her profession…

When you finally stood in front of the tea house affiliated with Kyogoku House, you checked your clothes to see if they looked good and you smoothed your hair, which was messy by the cool, night wind.

Thinking you looked decent, you walked into the lobby and caught the eye of all the people there. As always, you politely greeted the owner of this place sitting at a low table and two hosts from the aforementioned house, sipping tea together.

You were a little surprised to see them - normally they should be in their house and a lobbygow from the chaya would bring them your request to meet after a short time. Then they would deliver your letter to Warabihime, and she would reply by other messenger boy.

Oiran can’t contact any of their clients directly, nor can they contact her - custom didn’t allow it, so you all had to use lobbygow. It was a long process, but you didn’t regret any moment or a coin spent on it.

Also, you couldn’t meet her whenever you wanted - you had to first ask her permission (in a letter) and wait for her answer. She could always disagree. It was the oiran, who decided if they wanted to take the client, not you or anybody else.

But she’s never said no to you. And the attitude of the hosts to you after a short time from satisfaction turned into concern.

Regardless of that, with a polite smile and a bow, holding a letter asking for a meeting in both hands, you handed it to them.

So far, you’ve been her longest-lived client… and her only one - after a few meetings with you, she started automatically refusing other people who wanted to see her.

The host’s wife, a woman named Omitsu, more than once felt anxious going to the demon’s room to deliver a handful of letters, all of which would soon end up shattered on tatami.

She looked at her with irritation written on her face as if she were a disgusting insect and tilted her head slightly to the right in her characteristic manner.

It never bode well…

- - -

When Daki’s patience ran out, she threatened Omitsu, that the next thing she’d tear apart would be her guts, if she brought more letters not from you.

What happened between the two of you during those meetings? Did you put a spell on her? Or is she the one who has some evil plans for you? The owner of Kyogoku House didn’t know and was becoming more and more disturbed about it.

Not feeling right under constant stress, she ordered one of the newly arrived girls to carry the long-awaited letter from you, and the other to massage her shoulders. Warabihime only made her still worry and added her gray hair.

“I will do it, Okāsan,” offered Hinatsuru, because she was nearby and the other workers were too scared.

With a kind smile on her painted lips, she took the letter and went upstairs to the woman’s room, feeling the grateful gaze of the rest of the girls on her back. She could hear their whispers full of concern and questions like: “Will she be okay?”

She saw that something was up - she had been here for a while and had been keeping a close eye on all the Kyogoku House employees. So far, there’s nothing she could do except to not accidentally alert demon about her.

As she walked slowly through the corridors, she read the sender’s name and memorized it so she could tell Tengen if anything happened - the main Oiran was her most likely target, and it is necessary to gather as much information as possible to fight the enemy.

Who were you? One of the demons? A man helping her keep up appearances? Or did you know nothing about her true nature? Can a demon love? Was she really a demon? Or maybe a hunch confounded her?

But even she felt the terror beating from this room and the creature hiding in it. As she approached, she felt like a prey going to a predator for slaughter.

Even the most beautiful purebred cat won’t deny its nature and stop hunting mice.

She knocked and waited for a moment for an answer. Inside, she saw the beautiful Warabihime sitting by the mirror, whom she had already seen several times strolling down the hallway or looking at her from the balcony - she watched as she went with the whole long retinue of dōchū to the tea house to meet her client.

[Frist Name] [Last Name].

She always walked with her head held high and proud, as if everything around her belonged to her. Probably her position allowed her to do a lot, but in the same way, being an oiran meant limitations. Pretending to be human, too.

For Hinatsuru, one small evidence was enough. Any proof. Just enough not to report to Lord Tengen only her unconfirmed hunches.

She wished, she knew how the work for Suma and Makio was going. Maybe if she had better contact with them, she could figure something out. But if the demon noticed or suspected something, they could easily die.

Without even looking at her, Warabihime asked what she wanted while was correcting a red lipstick applied to her lower lip with her little finger. She looked perfect, just like a porcelain doll or a moon goddess. Pale skin untainted by any scar reflected the light of candles giving her a phenomenal appearance - even in incomplete makeup and without ornaments in the hair no one could deny her beauty.

“Okāsan told me to bring you this.”

Hinatsuru pulled a letter from the purple-white kimono hidden in her sleeve and waved it lightly in the air.

She saw the woman suddenly stop in her activity and focus her gaze in reflection on the rolled paper.

“Put it on the table and leave.”

She tried to pretend not to be very interested, but as soon as the paper door shōji closed behind the new oiran, Daki was next to the letter in a second. The rush of air dropped several layers of kimono, ruining the outfit she had just worn, but she didn’t care. Up close, your scent was even more intense, filling her lungs. It was like an aphrodisiac to her.

“Why are you so excited?” Gyutaro asked, scratching his cheek and standing over his younger sister.

He stared on her with letter in hand with a deep frown on his face, not understanding her. He recognized your handwriting, and while it was clear that you were trying to write nicely, it didn’t hide your unskilled hand and your lack of talent for calligraphy.

He had felt a change in the girl for some time and could see how she reacted to the very mention about [Last Name].

When other women even mentioned your name, she’d instinctively keep an ear out to catch as much of the conversation as possible or she’d stand nearby to listen for a while, although when he asked, she’d always deny it.

He wasn’t sure whether he should be happy she found a new toy or worry more. Ever since she started meeting you, she’s become… softer.

Messy.

Defenceless.

He would even dare to say dreamy. Her thoughts wandered unconsciously all the time and were always focused only on you. You were the culmination of her every thought. What did you do? How did you feel? Have you had a rough day? Are you going to meet her today? Is… is there anyone else?

She was no longer thinking about her previous priorities or gaining strength. It began to irritate him and frustrate him. So much, so that to get away from her thoughts of you, he began to leave her body more often. He couldn’t bear to see your smiling face engraved on her mind like a burn scar.

Daki, unaware of how great his dislike for you was, only turned her head to her brother, looking at him with joy hidden in green irises and a broad, but sincere and kind smile - he asked nothing more.

• • •

Did you know her brother? Yes, although at first he was a passive observer through Daki’s eyes for most of your meetings.

Personally, he thought his sister deserved someone better, 'cause you were really average-looking. He wouldn’t say you were ugly like him or above average beautiful like one person with colorful, rainbow eyes…

But he’d still judge you as a mediocre, who doesn’t stand out in the crowd. You were just average. Ordinary. If he walked past you, it’s very likely he wouldn’t normally noticed or pay attention to you.

That’s why he wasn’t annoyed by your looks, but he was jealous of your talk. You talked freely to his sister and often made her laugh. You’ve probably misled more than one girl with that kind of talk.

The thought provoked an anger that even Daki felt. She silenced him in her thoughts and tried to pretend that everything was all right, but she felt under her skin how her brother’s emotions filled her and how they crawled under her skin like little worms spreading all over her body. His anger was like an unquenchable fire, and he made her feel hot. Soon after, she felt the sweat run down her exposed neck and asked you to open the window.

The cool air from the streets of Yoshiwara was like a deliverance to her, though it didn’t put out the fire inside. She didn’t understand him. Where did this anger suddenly come from in him?

To calm him, she grabbed her hand and squeezed the garment more tightly with the other. That didn’t help. She could barely contain her own trembling and keep a cheerful smile on her face, although she was also beginning to get angry.

But her anger wasn’t directed at you. It was directed at him.

Oh, how much she’d want him to sleep through that meeting with you, like he used to.

Fearing that something would happen to you, she ended the meeting sooner than she wanted and slowly returned to Kyogoku House. People watched her colourful procession of many, both male and female employees from her seirō, but she was the only one who stole everyone’s attention - she was like a diamond. Beautiful flower among weeds and grasses. Although she usually liked the attention she received, today it was unbearably annoying to her.

Her perfectly smooth forehead was flawed by the folds created by her tightly furrowed thin eyebrows.

She tried not to step out of her role and moved with a slow dance step towards her present place of residence, although she could easily get there within seconds even on her black high-soled geta.

After she returned to her seirō and locked in her room, they even quarreled over it all. Very seriously and rough. Although it took place without much damage to the furniture, several other girls said they heard an unknown male voice from her room. Some thought it was just her throat torn from Warabihime’s (no one knew her name except her brother and later you too) screams and it was still her voice, other say that she was insane or possessed by evil spirits.

To avoid do something he might regret later, Gyutaro went outside while the night was still young.

He wandered through side and dark streets killing drunks and couples, looking for some privacy to pick on them and release the accumulated negative emotions, but nothing could improve his mood.

Anger flowed through his veins under his skin, triggering an increasingly strong desire to scratch himself, and he gave in to it (not that he resisted much). He do it so hard that blood started dripping down his forehead and clavicle - he didn’t care about it because he’d regenerate in no time.

Then among the sounds of people walking in the streets, the roar of machines, and the sound of his rough skin torn by his black fingernails, he heard your voice. He looked out of the alley with curiosity and saw you walking in the company of a black-haired man.

You talked to him about something gesticulating vigorously, although the conversation itself didn’t interest him. Seeing your movements and hearing the annoying voice, an idea popped into his head - if you give him reason by which you could make his sister sad, he’ll kill you.

The thought brought a wide, menacing smile to his face, revealing sharp teeth and capable of shivering the body of more than one experienced Demon Slayer.

He knew Daki would be angry, but you were the reason for their argument and his sour mood right now. He felt like with your disappearance, so would his current problems.

The rest of the night he followed you jumping on the rooftops of buildings and listening to what you were talking about - despite his dislike for you, he even laughed a few times at your remarks and comments. He also found out that the man in the brown kimono and tied hair is your close friend Kaito.

• • •

It’s been a few days since he started following you and got to know you better - he already knew how you make a living and what your routine looks like. During the day he hid from the sun in a nearby house (whose owners suddenly disappeared under unexplained circumstances) and waited for dark to fall, when he could again follow you like a watchdog.

He didn’t even notice when all the hatred for you burned out inside him like an old bonfire, leaving nothing but smoking residue.

He was no longer actively looking for faults in you, and followed you more out of habit and curiosity. But he still had mixed feelings for you - maybe not as negative as at first.

Although he wouldn’t admit it to anyone (even to himself).

Your friend would show up at your place sometimes with a carriage full of stuff, and sometimes you’d go out with him for drinks at a cheap bar nearby. It was a good opportunity to see what you thought of his sister.

Was she just one of many women for you to play with? Have you been seeing anyone besides her? Did you really respect her? What are you saying about her behind her back?

Thoughts like this popped into his head, but he wasn’t worried about hearing something bad from you about her.

But the words of a drunk are the thoughts of a sober, and with that thought he put his ears to hear you better, when your friend dragged you home. He hasn’t drink to much, because of the experience he’s had with you.

“Ahh, I want to go to Warabihime!” You were whining and trying to get away from your friend. It was a poor attempt, but it was difficult for the demon to judge whether it was alcohol or you were always so weak.

“You’ve been here last time and you don’t have money to meet now. Besides, you have to get permission first,” the black-haired man admonished you, tired of your drunken self.

“No, I wanna now! Let me goooo.”

“If you want to go to prostitutes go to some cheaper yūjo. There are a lot of them in harimise. No one will even know.”

Kaito casually offered knowing the rules of the pleasure district - after all, he used their services not so long time ago.

If oiran chose you as her client after three (very expensive) meetings, during which you tried to convince her that you were worthy of her, you couldn’t use the services of other women. Especially some cheap prostitute or some other oiran - it would be an insult to her, and although you know perfectly well that she would probably never know about it, you couldn’t look her in the face afterwards.

“No, you don’t understand, I can’t. I want to go to Warabihime!”

You still whined like a baby, but no one paid attention. You’ve already moved far away from the Entertainment District. You were surrounded only by low family houses and dark streets lit only by the light of a full moon watching you silently from above. He wasn’t the only one, although the other observer showed more interest, hiding yourself in the shadow.

“Is she really that good?” asked older man without even looking at you and suddenly got hit on the head by you.

The hit wasn’t strong, but it was painful enough that he suddenly let you go and you fell flat to the ground. The scene surprised Gyutaro so much that he stopped breathing, and he might even laugh, if he wasn’t shock of your reaction.

“What was that?!” Kaito asked, screaming in anger.

If it wasn’t for the sake circulating in your veins and spinning in your head, you could see the veins coming out of his forehead and his tightly clenched fists tremble. Your friend hated being insulted. Even as a joke, and now you’re overreacting.

“What was that supposed to be? What’s gotten into you? Are you… A-ah,” he said after a moment understanding and laughed unexpectedly. He didn’t expect that from you. Especially from you.

Yes, he was still angry, but he knew what oiran and other women of her type were like - they said many beautiful words and promised even more just to keep a well-paid client. Their living piggy banks. And you’ve obviously fallen for it more than he thought.

Not long ago he had been dating one, but when the first enchantment had passed he saw how much he had been deceived and trifled. No one has ever humiliated and ridiculed him like that woman had.

To this day, he can still smell her perfume reminiscent of peaches and kept the letters he couldn’t burn. He tried not to get drunk because of you, to walk you home safely, although he would love to do it.

He’d like to keep his mind off the time he was seeing her. To those brightly colored and sunny times with sweet feelings like her lips, and yet… fake.

He would like to forget her unique hair color, looking like the sun and and the deep black of the night at the same time. Throw out a strand of golden curls from her bangs. Forget her loud laugh and her sometimes out of control temperament, which he loved so much. Forget about these light brown eyes, which never looked at him with affection.

Every gesture she made was taught by years of practice, and every sweet word devoid of feeling - she was like an empty porcelain doll, and he found out too late. He always thought she was thinking about someone else, when she was with him.

He learned that she was playing with him by chance, when he heard another drunk man telling about his oiran’s great love for him and showing her letters for proof. Kaito would always recognize the scent of her perfume and her writing style.

However, he hoped it was a mistake and went to Ogimoto House to listen to other women’s gossip. All he had to do was stand by the window and he could have found out everything. The sound of their laughter and mockery directed at him hurt him. Those kind night ladies voices said such bad things about him that he just wanted to curl up and die in shame.

From that day on, he never returned to tea house.

But sometimes he stood near her balcony, when unconsciously his legs led him again towards Ogimoto House, and he would looking with longing and chest pain.

Against his will, he waited for her to see her feisty face with sharp features and small cute nose or silky hair again.

He saw a black crow come to her every now and then, and she’d pick up a letter attached to its leg. She then unfolded the red kimono and hid a piece of paper under it - he could only guess how close it was to her heart and who her lover was…

Sometimes, however, it was she who secretly sent the letter, plunging Kaito even more into dark despair.

Was he angry? Of course, he was. Even mad, but he couldn’t stop loving Makio either.

“All right, it’s fine,” he helped you get up and cleared your clothes. He understood what a wonderful feeling it was to love and be loved, but some of the flowers that grew from the seeds of that love were… poisonous. “Come home and get some sleep.”

Kaito helped you get undressed and put you in a futon. Your grey kimono (not so official, worn only because you didn’t mind destroying or staining it) he cleaned out the sand and dust of the street. The man decided open the window for you, so you could sleep better and the air in the room wouldn’t get stale from your stinking breath.

He was your good friend, but he treated you like you were his younger sibling (although you two were almost the same age). He was also your business partner - he would bring in goods from the far reaches of Japan, and you would sell it on the busy streets.

When Kaito left you had a strange dream - you dreamed that a skinny, grotesque figure stood over you like one of worst nightmares.

His morbidly yellow eyes stared straight at you through a veil of fat, dark green hair, piercing you through like daggers.

Even though you were tucked under a duvet and covered with a blanket to keep you warm, you felt like you were instantly getting cold - probably through an open window (through which the stranger must have entered) illuminating his monstrous face.

He looked like Death or a being closely related to it - did he come for your soul? Maybe he was just a seriously ill homeless man looking for shelter on a cold night?

The stranger was looking at you with a mysterious grin on his face like he wasn’t satisfied with something and was wondering about something at the same time. You felt like a disgusting insect under his judgmental gaze. The man scratched himself on the gray skin on his cheek, causing a rough chill on your back.

Scratch, scratch, scratch echoed across the room when you looked at each other in silence.

For a moment, the thought crossed your drunken mind, that you might be able to fall asleep when your eyelids became too heavy to keep them open, but then the he spoke in a hoarse voice.

“You annoy and irritate me,” his voice was loud in the quiet room like the sound of a bell. “But for some reason I can’t hate you.”

The gray creature leaned over you so that your noses almost touched.

The strands of his bangs tickled your forehead and a piece of loose material hanging around his neck fell on your covered chest. You could smell his bad breath stinking like rotten flesh and blood.

“But if you hurt my sister, I’ll kill you.”

The threatening words sounded like a promise he was determined to keep. Although you had no idea how you’d know his sister.

Still, you picked up something in his voice that made you think he didn’t want to do it. As a trader, you had to be able to read your customers, and that’s why you knew who wanted what, when they were hiding something and when they were honest with you.

That’s why you knew Warabihime was completely honest with you about her behavior, although sometimes she seems to want to show you more than she can. Something keeps her from telling you about her worry, that makes her seem depressed sometimes and she masks it with a gentle smile.

You never asked about that because you didn’t want to spoil the atmosphere and lead to unpleasant situations between you two.

After the man’s words, you were able to sleep. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol circulating in your body or the fear helped you, but when you woke up next day, you almost forgot the night guest. A slight throbbing of your head in the morning and a dry mouth only helped you remember what you were doing early in the evening with Kaito. You remembered the rest when you sat on the futon and saw a huddled figure in the corner of the room.

He squatted with his elbows on his thighs and his fingers touching the floor between his legs. He was so crooked that just looking at him made your back hurt. You didn’t believe he was comfortable like that. You regretted that only piece of his wardrobe was baggy navy trousers and red pieces of fabric loosely tied around his shoulders - seeing his extremely skinny body and morbidly gray-green skin, you had another headache again and you were getting nauseous, which you somehow stopped with a stone face.

The creature looked at you with boredom as if you were an unexpected and even more unwanted guest than the other way around - he didn’t budge or even blink like a grotesque sculpture.

He reminded you of Kaito’s stories of horrible, ugly, stone figures placed on the rooftops of many temples and cathedrals in faraway lands that he’d heard from other people - whether it’s tourists or foreign traders. They called them chimeras or gargoyles, depending on their function.

Was he a product of your mind as a sign to stop drinking?

“Are you finally get up?”

He asked, interrupting the silence and tilting his head slightly in a way familiar to you, but all you could do was nod your head and issue from a clenched throat quietly “Uh”.

You noticed that the window was closed now by wooden shutters and he was sitting under the wall adjacent to it as far away from it as possible.

“Don’t you have work today?”

You swallowed your saliva and nodded your head again. Feeling like an unwanted pest in your own home, you got up and folded the sheets. You put it on the other side of the room (under the window) and moved into the kitchen feeling behind you the watchful gaze of the bulging eyes and the menacing aura of your guest.

You entered the kitchen (the largest room in the house), where you had a low table and a stone stove, but you didn’t use it. An iron kettle for boiling water you set over a small fire. You remember when you dug a hole by yourself and then you covered it with bricks for safety. You liked to use it.

When you looked back, you saw a caricature of a man standing at the entrance to the room, still hidden in the shadows. He watched you from semi closed eyelids with boredom.

Does he have a skin condition? Can the sun hurt him? Is he afraid? Or maybe, like a vampire, you have to invite him?

A distant memory flashed through your head - how, as a little kid, you overheard a conversation among adults about bloodthirsty creatures turning to dust while they were standing in the sunlight. At that time they told you to leave then so as not to scare you, but curiosity was stronger.

Why do you suddenly remember that after all these years?

You shook your head and closed the shutters. To make sure the wind wouldn’t open them, you pulled the metal lock too for safety.

The room was semi-darkness.

Why did you do that?

Just to avoid a worse headache, and he decided to take advantage of it by walking into the kitchen.

Close up, when his position didn’t hide too much from you so you could see how bad he was - appearing rough and sickly skin was marked by numerous black marks, and the abdomen was practically concave. There were also bony hips protruding from behind the his material trousers, and you could describe him as a living skeleton, although he had heavily scratched muscle tissue gathered around his shoulders.

You placed two small clay tea cups on the table (remembering that you still had some medicinal herbs left for a hangover) and caused a mischievous smile on your comrade’s face as if you had done something stupid.

Yet he sat beside you at the table with his legs crossed and watched in silence as you ate a piece of dry meat with buttered bread. You weren’t sure how you were able to swallow when his constant gaze on you made your throat clenched itself. He didn’t even blink.

You paid him back with the same, but you couldn’t stand it for a long time and you started looking into the space above him. When you looked at him, you felt some kind of regret that made you offer him a piece of meat in your hand.

With this you caused him a loud burst of laughter, from which you jumped up in your seat. You amused him so much that he closed his eyelids and covered his mouth full of sharp yellow teeth with one hand, and he started hitting his knee with the other.

You didn’t know what was funny about it, so you just sat in front of him with a disconcerting face and with your hand still out holding a piece of meat pointing at him, but now you felt like an animal who had done a trick.

Gyutaro amused the absurdity of the situation and this irony, as you, a human - practically defenseless against him and unaware of his initial intentions (he still judging you) offer him, the demon, who has killed hundreds of people, a piece of food. If he was hungry, you’d be the first course on his menu.

When he calmed down a little, the broad smile still didn’t come off his face revealing his big teeth and made small wrinkles near his eyes showing how cheerful he was now.

You had a shiver for a moment, but you decided not to show it. If he isn’t a vision of your sleepy mind induced by alcohol, then it was better not to provoke him and didn’t let him know you’re afraid of him.

The stranger, feeling comfortable enough with you, lay down on the floor on his left side and resting his head on his fists, watched your morning routine without moving.

When you went to the other room to pick up some clothes (your house had only three rooms, one of which was a storage room) he just turned his head towards you and again returning to his previous, bored posture.

Even though he wasn’t physically moving, his eyes followed you, tracking your every move.

Then you also had to set up your wooden stall and load the goods on it. Unfortunately, your mare died a few months ago and you had to pull the carriage on wheels to the nearest town. If it weren’t for your expensive encounters with Warabihime, you could probably buy another horse sooner…

Actually, you were planning on taking the day off, but your unexpected visitor made you not want to stay home.

When you came back late in the evening, the only sign of him was the untouched clay cup of cold tea that you put in front of him.

For a moment, you really believed it was just a hallucination, but he came back after a few days.

• • •

You came home again at night after another day’s work in a remote city and he was already waiting for you inside. When you closed the door behind you, cutting yourself off from the sound of crickets in the nearby fields, you heard a quiet, characteristic for him scratch, scratch, scratch carring over a small building. You didn’t have time to escape to the street because he showed up right next to you.

There were several deep wounds on the right side of his face caused by his nervous scratching. Seeing you seemed to upset him even more because his movements got even more intense.

“Ne, ne, where have you been? Why don’t you come to her?”

Completely surprised by his sudden appearance, you took your breath away and all you could do was just stupidly open and close your mouth like a fish pulled out of the water. It was probably the first time, when you didn’t know what to say.

“Daki is impatient. She’s been waiting long enough for you.”

The man said that with a grudge against you. He was mad at you for not trying harder and making his pretty sister angry.

“Who… Who is Daki?”

You only managed to mouthed through a clenched throat as the monster in your kitchen continued to scratch nervously. He paused for a moment, reminding himself that you didn’t know everything yet, so he just said:

“Warabihime.”

Her name made your heart beat a little faster and you started to wonder how much you really know about her? Why did he call her Daki? How much does she have to do with him and who is he?

But before you could ask him anything, he threw you on his shoulder. Afraid he would drop you (or roll over with you), you propped on his bony back, but he had a surprisingly strong grip for someone looking so hungry.

Holding you with one hand, he went out in front of your house, jumped high and landed on the roof of a nearby building. It happened so fast that you only felt a sudden rush of cold air and could see your wooden geta fall down where you were just now.

Surprised and even more frightened, you clung tighter to a man, who seemed to mock your fear. You could have sworn that for a brief moment before he ran on the rooftops toward the bright Yoshiwara District you could see a smile on his face.

The fact that he only held you with one hand didn’t help you calm down at all.

A few minutes later, you were facing your black-haired oiran at Kyogoku House. It was the first time you had been in her seirō - you had always only met in tea house, but you didn’t have a nerve now to look around the room.

She sat in front of you proudly like a princess on a tatami dressed in a beautiful, silk, white kimono with a broad smile on her painted lips and a joy dancing in her bright eyes. She seemed even more radiant with affection, when she saw you.

Unusually, she was dressed more skimpily than usual - when her clothes opened you saw that instead of many other colorful layers of attire she was wearing only pink and black, lace panties and a wide obi of a similar color in a floral pattern tied around her slim belly. Her breasts were covered only by two straps of black material held by the belt, and her long, slender legs were dressed in stockings to match her underwear.

The man who brought you here unceremoniously dropped you off his shoulder on the floor and looked at you as if you were his new problem.

You jumped with your gaze from a figure standing above you to a woman sitting nearby without knowing what to do or why they brought you here.

Finally, the green-skinned man turned on his heel and walked toward the window you just came through, saying:

“I think you two have a little talk to do.”

And he jumped outside. He expected you to be too embarrassed to talk to Daki when he was around (although he was there all the time during your previous meetings, not that you knew about it) and he wanted her to explain this all to you.

You certainly had a ton of questions, and whether you survive afterwards will depend only on you.

Gyutaro crouched over the open window listening attentively to every word. His hand instinctively found its way to his skinny clavicle and began to unconsciously scratch it to relieve the stress.

After a long and, it would seem, difficult conversation for both of you, there was finally a deaf silence. He wondered for a moment if she killed you and if he could come back now. Then you spoke again. You were insecure and nervous - he could tell from your voice, but you surprised him again.

You wanted to try and keep seeing her. Despite knowing they’re both bloodthirsty demons eating your kind.

Gyutaro couldn’t take much time to think about your decision because he saw the black ink sky slowly change to a bright blue and red-orange flashes of the sun appear on the horizon, reminiscent of lanterns hanging in the Entertainment District.

Suddenly interrupting for you two, he went inside and kidnapped you again (despite his sister’s protests) jumping out with you to the street - he didn’t have much time and because you lost your shoes earlier, he couldn’t just leave you there. He knew Daki would be even more upset with him.

- - -

You were at the entrance of your house in just a few minutes. He stopped on the roof and grabbed you tight under the armpits. Your [Hair Color] hair was blowing in every possible direction by the wind and your head was spinning slightly like you were drunk again.

He bowed his head slightly and the orange sky looked like hellish flames behind him. He looked at you from behind his black-green hair, narrowing his menacingly yellow eyes.

“Do you have any idea what will happen if you ever cheat on her?”

Already less intimidated by his appearance, you nodded and said loudly, “You’re going to kill me!” and he slightly tilted his head as if you were irritating his ears.

“At least you’re smart.”

After these words, he let you fall on the gravel road outside your door. You moaned from the pain of a beaten ass, but you didn’t break anything - fortunately the height was too low for that.

Gyutaro watched for a moment as you lay before he disappeared behind the edge of the roof and rushed back to Kyogoku House. You didn’t know why he didn’t stay with you if he’d been there before… unless he was bothered by being with you all day.

Before any of your neighbors could see you, you got up with difficulty and took the geta that had been left on the street. Maybe someday you’ll find another…

You looked over the buildings thinking you’d see a big dark figure running over them, but he was gone, and you still had in your head nervous voice Warabi– … No, it’s Daki.

She told you her real name and what she was. She told you about her older brother and their history. She didn’t plan to hide anything from you from now on and exposed herself to you more than to anyone else.

Many had seen her attractive, firm body hidden under many layers of silk, but no one had yet known her heart.

Could you ignore something like that?

• • •

And you tried to come more often anyway. You couldn’t break your routine, but sometimes she was so impatient that she would even give you money, so you could get there early. Of course, it would have been easier if she intimidated the homeowners, Omitsu and her husband into letting you meet whenever you wanted, but you forbade her.

You could understand eating people, you would be a hypocrite to condemn her for eating the only food she could when you ate beef, veal, chicken and fish, when you were hungry. So that you could live on your own, you ate the flesh of other beings like many other species, and the fact that demons could only eat human was not her fault.

But you couldn’t tolerate, much less accept, terrorizing others so that only for you could meet. You could never accept senseless bloodshed or hurting and scaring others.

Your first face-to-face meeting was two weeks later, and it was the first time you were with all two of them. Gyutaro was ready to go out and hide somewhere not to disturb you, but you stopped him. You didn’t feel embarrassed or disgusted by him, although when you first saw him, he terrified you.

“Huh?” he murmured and his hand raised to scratch his neck. He looked at you with a mixture of surprise and amazement, and Daki felt a pleasant warmth pouring into her interior. So far, only two people have been kind to her brother.

If it wasn’t for her full makeup, you might see her cheeks blushing with delight. She slightly opened her lips in surprise, and her eyes glazed in the light of candles - she looked like a child at the sight of an unexpected, dream gift.

The man looked at his sister to see if she was okay with it and, not seeing any objection, sat down, but still keeping his distance. As time went on, he began to sit closer and closer to you.

You didn’t always just talk - sometimes Daki played koto or shamisen, that already were in the tea house or you played a board game Go.

• • •

Gyutaro finally fully understood why she was so angry when he came back from his long absence smelling like blood and you.

At first she was just angry with him for leaving her alone and even tried to look for him (without success), but when she smelled your strong smell from him she feared the worst. This led to another fight, and this time she didn’t pay attention to the furniture or the appearance of pretending to be a human being.

Frightened Omitsu told all the girls to stay away from her room hearing the sound of broken wood and her screams.

Hinatsuru then became more suspicious of the demon’s identity, but she was unable to send Kasugai crow to Tengen with her suspicions. She had to wait for her, and due to the increased demon activity in the city, she might have been caught. It wouldn’t be hard for a strong demon to kill a bird and then her.

She couldn’t have made a mistake. And she needed a real proof so she wouldn’t accidentally bewray herself by pointing out the wrong person.

• • •

Honestly, you were doing pretty good right now. Your insistence on stil making appearances all the time irritated Daki, who, if she could, would see you every day. Her brother supported you, although on the other hand, he hated saying no to his sister.

However, they both noticed that someone was watching their every move, and not only at Kyogoku House, so they had to continue the farce, at least until they got rid of all the pests.

But back to the present…

After giving the letter of request, the man (the owner of the seirō and Omitsu’s husband, whose name you couldn’t remember) told you that Warabihime was already waiting for you on the floor of the tea house.

Kyogoku House was the residence of oiran, kamuro, shinzou, other workers and owners couples - the women never brought their clients there and specifically went only to the chaya associated with their houses.

Surprised by her impatience, you let him lead you to the room. The little girls (probably kamuro, supporter housekeepers who cleaned and learned the artistic part of oiran work) looked at you with curiosity as always, not knowing how you could want to meet someone as cruel as Warabihime.

Out of politeness, you smiled warmly at them and waved, recognizing a few faces. Behind them, you saw a woman with bright purple eyes, coming out of one of the rooms. Her kimono fit her violet eyes like metal clips grafted into her fantastically arranged long hair. Under her left eye, you saw a tiny beauty mark through the white make-up that adds charm to her.

You thought maybe Daki mentioned about her once or two - she didn’t like her and complained about her a lot. What did she do to her? She never said it, although it was very likely nothing. The demon sometimes acts like a spoiled child around you when she’s completely done pretending.

“So, [Last Name]” the old man began as he stood with you in front of the thin shōji door. “Why are you with Warabihime? What do you like so much about her?”

You answered without hesitation.

“She’s cute.”

And you heard a loud man’s laugh coming out from behind the door. Gyutaro laughed uncontrollably, making the man next to you pale and almost fall over. At the last minute, you grabbed him by the arm and didn’t let him.

He nervously wiped his forehead with a cloth handkerchief and, saying he could handle it now and ran to the frist floor to be as far away from the monster and this cursed room as possible.

When you went inside, you saw the green-skinned demon shaking all over, holding his belly and laughing, covering his mouth with his other hand, trying to be quiet (which he didn’t do very well). His yellow eyes narrowed and took the shape of crescent moon. You thought you saw a tear drops out of one of them.

Daki tried to silence him by standing over him with wrinkled eyebrows, repeating over and over “Shhhh, shhhh,” loudly with her finger pressed against her narrow lips, but it didn’t help. Despite the white foundation all over her face and neck (part of her oiran makeup), you could see her ears turning deep red.

Gyutaro’s amusement also came to you, and after a while you also began to laugh, enjoying the next meeting with the demonic siblings.

As always, you spent a few hours together. Daki was playing shamisen, and you and her brother were playing Go while you were talking. You could have sworn that the whole meeting, the black-haired girl was strangely thoughtful. When you caught her looking at you, she looked away fast and her ears turned red again.

• • •

After all, just as you were leaving, you were suddenly dragged by the shoulder into a dark room. It was one of the new oiran. What did Daki say her name was? Hinatsuru? Maybe a little different.

“Um, yes?”

You asked without knowing what she might want from you. Her eyebrows wrinkled with concern and her lips slightly extended as if she was still hesitating about what she was doing. She kept holding you under your arm, squeezing your clothes tighter.

She had thin and slender fingers, but her grip wasn’t delicate. If you didn’t know, you’d think you were caught by a hard-working young man.

“I–, I need help,” she whispered finally looking into your eyes. She looked desperate. “It’s important and only you can help me.”

“Excuse me?”

There was still a deep horror on her face, worrying you a little bit and making you wonder how you could help her? You had never spoken until now. But despite this, Hinatsuru knew you well - the girls at Kyogoku House talking about you, because you were probably the longest customer of cold Warabihime and now the only one.

She didn’t want to imply anything, but everything suggested that others might be dead, and she didn’t want anything to happen to you. Also, you must have gotten to know the cruel oiran very well by that time and you could help her in her mission.

She now had limited movements and lost contact with the other two women. She tried to send a message to Tengen some time ago by mices, but he still didn’t respond. Maybe the demon found out.

“Please come here tomorrow and meet me. You have to talk to me,” she said as quietly as before.

You were about to ask why, but when you saw the feelings in her eyes... You just nodded. It must have been something important if she insisted, and there was a reason why she couldn’t talk about it now.

Was she afraid of someone?

The first thing that came to your mind was Daki, but she promised you no more terrorizing the inhabitants of her seirō. Maybe you’re thinking too much about her secret and that’s why she’s the one that comes to mind. Maybe it’s not about her at all…

“And take it.”

She handed you a object wrapped in a purple fabric. You couldn’t tell from only the touch what it was, so you hid it smoothly behind your kimono and nodded again.

Now she let you go. And yet you walked out of there with a bad feeling and a heavy burden on your shoulders.

- - -

Hinatsuru breathed a sigh of relief when you said yes. She was hoping to save you. She waited a moment before leaving the room herself and the first thing she saw, was Warabihime’s face contorted in a grimace of anger.

Her head was slightly tilted to the right and she frown to form a wrinkle on her smooth forehead.

“What are you doing?” she asked through clenched teeth.

Suddenly, cold sweat sweated all over the woman and she was covered with goose bumps. Her whole body was screaming, “RUN, FIGHT!” but she couldn’t move a single limb. It was hard even for her to breathe.

“N-nothing.”

The oiran leaned dangerously close, so Hinatsuru could easily smell her delicate sakura perfume and she whispered into her ear.

“So don’t touch what’s not yours, or you’ll lose your hands.”

Daki stepped away from her, threateningly staring her in the eyes for a moment, and left to return to Kyogoku House. She still could her talking as she walked away:

“I heard some girls disappeared from Tokito House recently. Take care of yourself.”

Hinatsuru felt she had to get out of here. She instinctively squeezed a small dose of poison hidden in the sleeve of the kimono she took with her just in case to simulate illness.

Yes, it’s time to bring in Uzui.

➻ Little dictionary:

Kimono (着物, きもの, lit. "thing to wear") - is a traditional Japanese garment. The kimono is a wrapped-front garment with square sleeves and a rectangular body, and is worn left side wrapped over right, unless the wearer is deceased.

Futon (布団) - traditional japanese bedding. It consists of a mattress (shiki-buton) and a duvet (kake-buton). Futons after taking out for the night from the wall cabinet (oshiire) are laid on tatami. After they are rolled up and put in the wardrobe in the morning, you gain free space in the room for the day, which can be used for other purposes.

Zataku (座卓) - is the generic term for this kind of low table.

Onigiri (御握り) - is made of rice formed into a triangular or oval shape, sometimes wrapped in a nori (Japanese name for different species of edible seaweed). This dish is stuffed with, among others, marinated Japanese apricot, roe, shrimp, fish, etc. The stuffing is usually salty to protect the rice from spoilage.

Gyūdon (牛丼, Japanese Beef Rice Bowl) - is one of the most popular and inexpensive fast food dishes in Japan. Its name can be literally translated to beef bowl.

Ikejime (活け締め) - It is a technique of killing fish neutralizing the nervous system of a live animal from bleeding. This ancient practice, of Japanese origin, has the effect of reducing stress and pain in fish. His muscles are not as tight, his flesh holds better, and his taste qualities are better compared to the usual way of strangulation.

Genre: Romance || Hurt/Comfort

Word count and reading time: +12.1k (49 min.)

⚠ Warnings for this part of the request: Minor death, Eating dead body, Severe injuries (not Reader), Forbidden Love/Mutual Pining,

Mukago’s life as a member of Twelve Kizuki was… stressful. She thought if she could join a group of the most powerful demons in the world, it would be easier for her, but it’s just getting harder.

She felt the constant pressure exerted by Muzan, the Upper Ranks looked down on her with superiority and contempt, and she was constantly afraid to maintain her position as the Lower Four.

Rui, Lower Five, was strong and probably if he wasn’t interested in climbing the ranks of Twelve Kizuki he could easily beat her - she could feel it just by standing near him during meetings.

He gave off a dense and suffocating aura showing how many people he had eaten and illustrating how ruthless and insensitive he was.

Apparently, he didn’t spare even the members of his “family”, which Kibutsuji kindly allowed him to create. Its size changed very quickly and often - someone joined, someone left (usually from his white hand in monstrous torments) and a new replacement appeared again.

This made him Muzan’s favorite, and all the Lower Ranks looked at him with jealousy, although he didn’t seem to notice or care about it.

She wouldn’t have beaten him if he challenged her to the Blood Battle - she knew her abilities and the differences between their powers that divide them like a deep chasm.

This didn’t mean that she wouldn’t try to defend herself, she would be foolish to surrender without a fight.

He didn’t need weak and cowardly demons. He wanted nothing from them but boundless devotion and ruthlessness. It’s the only way she could go far as a demon, as Lower One and all the Upper Ranks have shown.

And that’s why she was relieved that the spider boy was indifferent to the rat race in the ranks of Twelve Kizuki. As a result, she could still live.

But even though she had been one of Kizuki for some time, she still didn’t feel like a member of their group. It’s like she totally doesn’t fit there.

The Kibutsuji once said that they all should get rid of their humanity. Their greatest weakness, but just because she was a demon doesn’t mean that she still has no human feelings - she could still laugh, cry and feel gratitude for the kindness showed for her.

That’s why she remembers with pleasure her first encounter with [Last Name], which she tries to hide even from the Kibutsuji, fearing how he might react.

She was wounded and running from the Demon Slayer. She hoped her Lower Rank 4 position would somehow deter him, but he was determined to kill her. Too late she noticed that he was one of the kinoe - hashire she would have sensed from afar long ago.

With dizzying speed she ran through the trees, hearing his footsteps behind her, not at all far behind her. He easily kept up with her.

Every time she heard him pull out his katana with a metallic sound, she tilted her head down or changed direction to avoid the colored blade. Once he managed to cut the tips of her horns. She felt sweat run all over her body and her hair stand on end.

This chase could go on indefinitely unless one coincidence - a cliff that neither she nor he noticed.

With the menacing sound of a katana cutting through the air, she tried to dodge once again and cover her head with her hands, but suddenly she lost ground under her feet.

She didn’t have time to scream when she started falling, with the Demon Slayer next to her.

In the dark she had much better eyesight than humans in the dark, and in the dim moonlight she could see a surprise painted on the boy’s face - he didn’t even understand, what was happening before he hit the stones below them with a crack.

The fall, despite appearances, was quiet - the sound of broken bones was no louder than the sound of breaking a dry branch. Neither of them screamed. The only thing that escaped their mouths was the air collected in their lungs, which came out stifled.

She landed on her abdomen - she felt pain in her bent limbs and collapsed lungs.

Her nerve endings were burning her throughout her body, sending a message to her brain about her numerous critical injuries, and liters of blood spilling from her wounds made her feel cold as if she were lying in the snow. The punctured lungs prevented her from breathing, and the blood flooding them from the inside would probably have drowned her long ago, if she hadn’t been a demon.

Either that, or she’d die of pain because, unfortunately, she fell frist on her feet.

The nameless Demon Slayer fell out of her line of sight, and it cost her too much effort to lift and turn her head to see where he lay.

She didn’t hear his groans or heavy, unsteady breathing indicative of an agonizing state of great pain, so she suspected he fell on his head and split his skull. He died quickly and probably painlessly, unlike her - she was waiting for a long and painful recovery now.

If she faints for a few hours it would be a grace, but her mind stubbornly kept her conscious.

After about thirty minutes (which seemed like an eternity to her), her throat regenerated, and although she was still in pain, she was able to emit squeaks of pain. She sounded pathetic even to her own ears - not like a member of the most powerful demons in the world, but like a mouse tormented by a cat.

Tears continued to flow from her eyes, like endless waterfalls, blurring the view of white flowers from her face. It hurt, everything hurt her so much.

Suddenly she heard footsteps approaching her, and then saw a brighter and brighter light illuminating everything in front of her. Rocks, trees, plants… For a moment she feared it would be a rising of the day, but she didn’t burn after standing in all its glory.

The person, who arrived, stood behind her back and she could only guess who it was - a lost trader in the mountains? Another demon? Or maybe another Demon Slayer?

In her present condition, she couldn’t escape. She was scared, but at the same time she wanted all the pain to end.

Will that be the end of her? Will she find peace? Will she go to hell for her sins? Will she be reborn and get a second chance?

The person stood over them for a moment and heard only the hiss of the fire burning land in the candle that human had brought and its faster breathing.

She saw how the light moving and long shadow on the stones in front of her as the mystery figure covered the flame.

The traveler was afraid. She was sure of it. Mugako didn’t have a sharpened sense of hearing as well as the Upper Moon, but the person’s heart was beating so hard that she could hear it as if she had an ear on their chest.

Despite panic, this heartbeat calmed her down a bit. With a sore throat in a hoarse, quiet voice she said:

“He-help…”

And finally, she began to float away into blissful unconsciousness, listening to the sound of a rapid heartbeat.

• • •

Mukago woke up some time later in an unfamiliar place. She didn’t see the black sky above her or even the surrounding her before mountain landscape, but the wooden ceiling of a small house. She lay on a soft futon tightly covered with numerous blankets to keep her warm.

Where was she? Did she die? This is reincarnation?

Her sense of smell was immediately attacked by the numerous sweet smells, which was mixing with each other and surrounding her from all sides. She couldn’t pick up one that would tell her where she was.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of sliding wooden doors and footsteps. With difficulty she turned her head and saw the figure standing in the dark - she knew from the smell that it was a human. Unfortunately, it was too dark for her to tell more about person from place where she lay. She’d have to get up and get closer, but her head (and all the limbs) seemed to weigh hundreds of kilograms.

The stranger gently put down the wicker baskets on the ground next to the entrance and went to the furnace nearby. As quietly as before, person threw in a few logs of wood and lit a fire.

Are you afraid of her? Is that why you were so careful? But then why would you take her to your home?

In the dim orange light from the stone furnace, she saw better the facial features of her new companion. You didn’t look like a Demon Slayer, and your worried, wrinkled eyebrows didn’t indicate bad intentions. More like regret.

Maybe you regretted your decision and wondered what to do next? What should you do with a dangerous demon under your roof?

Suddenly you noticed she was awake and with a quiet “oh!” you froze motionless. In the warm glow of fire, she saw the surprise that appeared on your face for a second and then how you looked at her with those [color] eyes with an expression she didn’t recognize for now. She hasn’t seen it on anyone’s face too long time to tell immediately what kind of emotion it is.

She knew perfectly well the fear hidden in the stiff faces of her dead victims or the sadness when they begged for mercy in tears. She had seen pain and anger, but this… It was something new.

“Are you still going to sleep? Are you all right?” you asked, confusing her even more.

Why would you ask that and care about her? With every moment she spent with you, she have more and more questions popping into her head, and the uncertainty of your intentions twisting her guts. She didn’t know what to expect from you.

She nodded hesitantly and again there was silence between you for a few minutes.

You turned your gaze away from her looking at a distant point in front of you, focusing on your thoughts, and she felt the atmosphere getting more thicker.

You didn’t look like you were planning on speaking anytime soon, so she decided to do it, but before she spoke she already knew that it wouldn’t be an easy - no sound would pass through her dry, sore throat, and her swollen like a sponge tongue, stuck to her palate.

She swallowed her saliva with difficulty a few times and opened her glued lips with a wet sound attracting your attention again.

“Where–?”

“At my house,” you said quickly and didn’t let her finish. “Don’t bother yourself, lie down. Try to get more sleep.”

She closed her mouth obediently and continued to stare at you with a startled look.

Unable to stand her attentive, unblinking gaze, you turned your head the other way and looked into space. You felt awkward when she did it.

The windows were closed with wooden shutters, so the only source of light in the small hut was the fire from the furnace, and the sound that interrupted the uncomfortable silence was the crackling of wood in the heat and your quiet breaths.

When you entered the house you noticed a change - her breathing was no longer as loud and whistling as at the beginning, when you found her.

Have her lungs already regenerated? If so, how long will it take for her to fully recover?

You tightened your lips in anger and frowned slightly in frustration. What are you gonna do next? What will she do?

How stupid you were…

You chastised yourself in your mind for your recklessness and wondered what you should do now, when the demon was watching you all the time.

She could see perfectly well how your face changed under the influence of emotion - honestly, anyone could read you like an open book, but she hoped you wouldn’t suddenly pull out a nichirin blade from somewhere to kill her.

She wasn’t sure, she would have been able to defend herself from you in this state.

- - -

The night passed for you… without much 'attraction' - you didn’t talk to Mukago anymore and after a few minutes you fell asleep by the stove through its warmth and she didn’t try to wake you up. She focused on regenerating as quickly as possible so she could leave.

But unfortunately, she couldn’t sleep at the same time anymore, so she just lay alone with her thoughts, staring at the ceiling. Hunger squeezed and twisted her guts, the recovering drained a lot of energy from her, and when she looked at you, saliva flowed into her mouth.

You looked so good with that calm face untainted by any worries when you were conscious. Your scent filled her nostrils until she got dizzy - she felt drunk from your scent. You weren’t a marechi, but everything in the cabin smelled like you - the floor, the furniture and even the sheets she was lying in.

The years spent in the wooden walls made the entire house to soak up your scent like a handkerchief thrown into the water, although you probably didn’t smell it - demons have a much more sensitive sense of smell than humans, and her hunger with numerous, severe injuries only made it worse.

You were like an aromatic, fat chicken covered in honey over a fire. With skin flushed from the warmth and slightly shiny from the sweat running down your forehead.

You were definitely well seasoned. Just looking at you, she could imagine the structure of your muscles, feel the distinct iron taste of blood on her tongue spiced with your emotions.

There were many chemical reactions in the human body that were also caused by hormones and enzymes - from what she remembered about butchering meat or fish, when she was still human. Apparently, fear killed the taste of meat by the adrenaline and acids released in muscle tissues during stressful situations, so now you were perfect. Hunters and fishermen tried to kill the animal as quickly and painlessly as possible to prevent it. This killing technique is called ikejime.

You weren’t special, but in her condition, you were everything she could have dreamed of right now.

Normally, she’d sneak up on you while you were asleep and kill you before you could react, but she couldn’t. She still had broken bones (not only in her legs) and too severe internal injuries. All she had left was to wait and suffer in the silence still lured by your scent like a bee to a flower.

You unknowingly tortured her and turned your little house into her own private hell. You were her executioner, even though you didn’t do anything to her.

Her belly murmured low and long for food like a dog waiting for a bone, but it was a sound too muffled by the blanket to wake you up. You didn’t even move in your position.

An unpleasant spasm passed through her bowels like a spear, and the emptiness in her stomach became even more painful. Even more saliva poured into her mouth and flowed down her unnaturally pale cheek to soak into the pillow under her head and into her messy hair.

All she could do now was looking at you with a deep hunger in her eyes.

- - -

Shortly after sunrise you woke up - although the shutter was tightly closed and covered with some material she could tell by the singing of the morning birds.

Your sleepy eyes slowly opened and you stretched your bones with a quiet crack. From being in an awkward position for hours, your back and neck hurt. You grabbed the back of your neck to massage your tense muscles and looked around with tired eyes into a dark room, but you didn’t saw anything - the fire from the furnace has long gone out, leaving behind a delicate smell of smoke.

Moving around in a small room using only your memory, you walked up to the door and a little opened it, letting light in - luckily for your adopted guest, they didn’t face east or west, so it was half-dark.

Now you could see a white horned head with silver hair around her like a halo from beneath your bedding. Her dark eyes stared at you, making you less comfortable with a constant observer.

Honestly, if you forgot her, you’d scream in terror until the nearest village heard you and waking everyone up.

How about you become a new legend about a ghost living in the mountains with a killing voice, hm?

Her eyes followed you wherever you went in a small room - whether you made yourself breakfast or a bento for lunch at work. You pretended you didn’t notice how the unnatural irises moved, tracking your every slightest movement. When you disappeared out of their area, she even struggled to move her whole head towards you.

Was it uncomfortable? Yes. Was that disturbing? Most of all.

And you could have left the door locked and forgotten about her… Or leave her in the mountains till morning to burn.

“I’m going to work, don’t destroy or touch anything,” you said coldly when you changed (hiding behind a curtain made from an old blanket and hung from the ceiling on a beam supporting the roof) clothes and turned to the exit.

You didn’t even look at her knowing she’d still stare at you quietly with those dark eyes.

- - -

To your surprise, when you came home that evening, the demon woman was still lying where you left her.

Demons don’t regenerate faster?

You thought slowly chewing an onigiri ball. A little white rice stuck to your cheeks around your lips, but you didn’t pay much attention to it when you were focused on the lying demon.

“You still can’t move?” you asked her, still standing in the red light of the setting sun.

You had a bag of groceries hanging loosely on your one shoulder and an axe in the other hand. You weren’t stupid enough to walk into a dark room with a predator without any weapons.

But you were stupid enough to let a monster in and fall asleep next to her.

You reprimanded yourself quietly in your mind, frowned at that and clenched the handle of the iron axe tighter.

And then you left her unsupervised.

Were you mad at yourself? Yeah, but you can’t change the time. You could only hope she was really too hurt to get to you.

“Hey, come on, move,” you ordered to her still not going inside.

“I-I can’t…” she said in a slightly hoarse voice. You couldn’t tell if it was because of her bad condition or the long time she hadn’t used it.

So far, her body has taken care of numerous internal injuries and setting her ribs in right place. Maybe if she had eaten in the meantime it would have gone faster, but she was completely alone all day without any food.

Unfortunately, despite healing most of the injuries from her body, she felt weaker because of the amount of energy it consumed from her. Probably even after she’s completely healed, she won’t be able to stand on her feet for a while.

“This better be true,” you threatened, and she could have seen your embrance on the wooden shaft of the tool tighten. She even heard the wood crackling quietly under your hand.

You were ready to attack her at any moment if she suddenly jumped at you, and she was sure you wouldn’t hesitate.

You went inside and put a white wrap from a fabric bag next to her. It emitted a strong odor that attracted her on the one hand and repelled her on the other. Like water in a poisoned lake, a dehydrated animal. Like a Venus flytrap bugs.

“Eat,” you said looking down at her, and the command acted on her like letting the dog off a leash.

She had one big word in her head: “FOOD” - she immediately turning to the bundle with a weak, pale hand ending with sharp claws and she tore the material.

It was meat.

She felt she was about to cry. She didn’t understand your kindness and she had many questions.

Who are you to her, after all? You helped her a lot, but your behavior shows her how much you despise her (or her kind). You still gave her mixed signals that caused her a headache.

If she still goes on like this, she’ll go crazy because of you.

With a trembling hand, she grabbed it and shoved it into her mouth, almost choking. The sudden sweetness that attacked her tongue turned into a bitter and tart taste, making her want to vomit.

She quickly spat out a large piece of meat and began coughing and spitting with effort to rid her mouth of the residue. When she looked up, she saw you looking at her frown in a grim grimace of discontent.

She knew that look, you reminded her… It’s better not to mention his name here. Even quietly, because he’d find out, and he’d be angry to see one of his moons in such a weak state. He would probably consider her unworthy of that rank.

And what would he do next? Would he downgrade her to a lower position? Would he expel her from Twelve Kizuki? Would he kill her?

Those thoughts gave her the creeps.

“What is it? Why can’t you eat?” You asked, and your voice sounded sharp in her ears. She lowered her head. She couldn’t look you in the face for some reason.

“You’re a demon, you eat meat,” you said as if you were stating the obvious, such as that it’s bright during the day and birds fly in the sky.

“I can’t,” she admitted quietly and reluctantly, still trembling. “I can’t eat an animal.”

Are you gonna kill her now? You gonna call a Demon Slayer? Why don’t you just expose her to sunlight?

All she heard was your unhappy sigh above her and saw how you take the bag of the rest of the meat from her. There was still probably kilo in there.

“Well, it’s sad, but it won’t go to waste.”

You turned away from her and sat by the stone oven with the dry twigs from the wicker basket. Moments later, you put a pot on it and started preparing food for yourself.

In the next few minutes, the hut was filled with aromas of spices and the sound of bubbling water for sauce. All your attention was turned to cooking and she could see your calm face again illuminated by a yellow, warm flame.

You looked as if you had forgotten about her presence and all your problems - now there was only you and your little cabin. Your home. The outside world didn’t exist. You probably didn’t even worry about the probable sudden intrusion of some dangerous intruder.

Mukago would like to have such a quiet haven. A place, where she can come and forget everything - about demons and people, the rest of Kizuki and about her Master, fear of whether she’ll survive another day or the slayer she encounters is stronger than she is.

But looking at you, she finally calmed herself - it was nice to see you at work, even when you weren’t doing anything special.

Lying in your futon and covered with a blanket (she could still smell your scent, even though it had begun to faded) watching you cook - this scene was almost family-like. Affectionate. Intimate.

If she were human, the smell would make her drool. Maybe you could eat together.

When you were done, you put your food in a clay dish and sat in the corner not far from the furnace that was still generating heat. Suddenly, as if you remembering something, you looked in her direction without moving.

“Are you going to watch me eat like that?” you asked hesitantly.

Surprised, she forgot she was staring at you so intensely. Slightly ashamed, she looked away and focused on the ceiling this time.

Now the roles were reversed and you were staring at her, slowly eating the steaming gyūdon and wondering what to do next.

You should have gotten rid of her this morning, thrown her in the sunlight. What went into your mind to take her with you? If not now, she’ll kill you the next time. The only thing demons can eat is human flesh, and now you’re sure, and she even confirmed it. She’s hungry, you can’t feed her anything else. The sooner you take care of this, the better it will be.

You thought as you put the dish next to you and turned to the door. The sun has already set.

With resignation, you promised yourself you’d get rid of her in the morning (even though you knew, you wouldn’t keep it as usual).

“How long will it take you to regenerate?”

You suddenly broke the silence. The horned demon looked at you and the fire reflected in her silver irises. The red sclera all around it made her look like she really came out of the depths of hell, but there was something endearing about her - if it weren’t for the unnaturally eyes color and horns, she would have been really lovely human.

“I don’t know.”

She admitted it honestly, because she had nothing else and asked instead what will you do with her, still not looking at you.

“I don’t know,” you said as if you wanted to tease her.

Although the way your body was tensed up and your pulse quickened, she knew you were lying, but there was nothing she could do about it.

- - -

Mukago suddenly felt her blanket lift. She wasn’t sleeping - she just lay there with her eyes closed trying to speed up her recovery by focusing on healing individual fractures and injuries rather than trying everything at once.

With her slightly open eyelids, she saw you squatting next to her, holding the same axe on your shoulder as before, and staring at her belly with squinted eyes.

She quickly raised her hands, trying to shield herself from the blows, squealing like any woman in the face of unexpected danger. Surprised she was awake, you shivered and dropped the covering her material. A deep blush of shame appeared on your cheeks from being caught in the act of disgrace.

“I was just checking to see if you’re recovering well,” you said right away so she wouldn’t have any bad ideas…

And you thought you could change the sheets soon, because lying in stains of dried blood leaking through the bandages didn’t seem too hygienic to you, but you never mentioned it.

You sounded like you needed to explain yourself to her.

And stupid.

When you realized it, your surprised (and definitely guilty) face turned into a grimace again. You made a loud “tsk!” with your tongue and walked away from her.

Before you left, you took a big basket with you, and in the first rays of the sun coming through the door, she saw your ears are still red.

She was alone.

Again.

She felt like the small progress you had made in your unexpected relationship had been reduced to zero, and even as if you had taken a few extra steps backwards. She felt guilty about it because you really seemed nice even though you were hiding under the hood of a rough person all the time. She wished she hadn’t kept her eyes closed or called you.

Although she had spent years as a demon, she had not had many opportunities to meet another person to talk to. Humans quickly ended up as her food, weaker demons fled or died fighting for rank, and Twelve Kizuki treated each other as enemies.

Why did she only now feel how lonely she was? Or maybe it’s by tasting a sweet a little bit of the other person’s company?

Is it gonna be hard for her to get back into her life now after that you’ve just walked into it so unexpectedly?

Will she be able to return to those cold, lonely nights surrounded only by the dead bodies of her enemies who only hated her? Who only wanted to kill her?

You never gave her the feeling that you wanted to hurt her or that you were angry with her. You made ugly faces sometimes, but she saw you were only mad at yourself.

You did it when you said or showed her too much. You pretend you don’t care about her, but she doesn’t think it’s true. You’re a good person.

And maybe you were lonely in those mountains too. In these four wooden walls, where it is futile to look for the smell or traces of any guests.

Will she forget the heat from your furnace? The smell of flowers surrounding your home? The sound of your clamly beating heart or quietly breathing while you sleep?

When will she forget your voice or the color of your eyes? Or all those faces, that even though she didn’t feel comfortable with you at first, she found it funny now.

Did you know that when you get nervous, your left temple pulsates?

Here it was so… Pleasant. Nice. Different.

- - -

“How much more time do you need?” you asked when you came to see her in the afternoon.

She was now able to sit up and hardly felt any pain in her abdomen. The only thing stopping her from leaving was the sunlight and the broken bones in her legs.

“About twelve hours.” However, after a moment of reflection, she added. “Maybe a little more.”

Hearing an answer that satisfied you, you nodded your head and put away the new dry branches and charcoal. The last one you got from a friendly family, and the rest you found on the way home from the city where you work.

Despite living near the woods and mountains, you were neither a hunter nor a lumberjack. This meant, you had to get up early in the morning and drive your carretela the next few kilometers to your workplace, but you liked it. The other employees were always nice and there was always a customer to whom you could please with your goods. An additional plus was the specific place where you live allowing you to experiment with it.

And what were you trading?

“What are you doing?” the girl asked, when she felt a little more confident and saw you pull a little wrap from behind your kimono.

“I’m planting.”

You sprinkled seeds from a small handkerchief into a pot and wrote the name of the plant with charcoal on it, before you pulled out a thin notebook from the book cabinet and starting to write something in it. She thought you wouldn’t want to talk to her, but after a while, you started more talking.

“My boss sometimes gives me different seeds to record the growth of plants under different conditions than in the greenhouse.” You paused for a moment to see if you wrote the name on the other page correctly. “And there are also plants that won’t grow anywhere else, but in the mountains because of this.”

“Are you a gardener?”

“I work in a flower shop, but yes - I’m also a gardener. I even have a nice garden in front of my house thanks to this.”

“Do you know a lot of plants?”

“Oh, yes, boss probably brings them from all over the world.” You said in a tone showing that you don’t consider it a great feat. Like you’d be better off without that knowledge. “He has many shops and contacts with abroad. He’s a businessman and lately he’s trying to make a deal for his services with some old family of pharmacists.”

“Is that why you were there? To study the growth of flowers in the mountains?”

The quiet shuffle of the grey pencil on the paper went silent when you looked at her. She was no longer hiding from your gaze - after all, she was Lower Rank 4.

“Yes, you fell into my Hayachineusuyukiso.” Seeing that the name doesn’t mean anything to her, you added. “Also called Edelweiss or Beautiful Star. A rare, white, mountain flower, not difficult to grow, but it was difficult for me to make suitable soil conditions for it.”

The only thing she answered was “oh” as an understanding of the subject of the plant, and then she added even louder and more confidently “Oh!” when she understood exactly what she had done.

She swooped in (along with the Demon Slayer) and destroyed your hard work to grow these flowers. She didn’t know what you had to do to get this, so she was even more worried. And you were probably doing it for your boss. She was hoping, he wouldn’t fire you for it.

“I’m sorry,” she said with guilt, putting her hands on the sheets covering her. There’s almost nothing left of your scent on it, replaced by her sweat and blood.

“You don’t have to, you can’t fix them with words.”

You lifted your eyes from the pages and saw the demon staring at her clenched hands. The bangs and longer strands of hair fell freely over her face, concealing her like a silver hood, but were still too short to cover her tightly held lips.

Was she clutching them out of hunger or guilt?

Even though the thought occurred in your head, you didn’t consider her a serious threat. She reminded you of a child, which somebody yelled at - sad and ashamed of their actions. Sitting in a corner for punishment and left with her thoughts to calmly reflect on her mistakes. Unwillingly, you added while closing the small notebook with a slam.

“I didn’t need them for anything anymore anyway - I just had to get the flowers to unfurl to confirm a theory.”

When you stood up, she followed you with her eyes, watching you slowly getting to leave, before you stopped for a moment.

You came back and put some similar notebooks in front of her.

“If you’re bored, you can read or draw on blank pages. I’d probably be bored to death with nothing to do here.”

“Are you going back to work?” she asked, hoping you’d stay with her.

“There’s a charcoal-burning family on the other side of the mountains, and I promised Tanjiro-kun I’d come and visit them after I checked on you.”

“Oh, okey.”

Her sad and disappointed tone made you feel like you just kicked a little cat. Before guilt and duty completely took over you, you left planning a meeting with the rest of the Kamado family, picking prettier flowers for a bouquet for Mrs. Kie and her two daughters.

- - -

“Any improvement?” you asked when you finally came back.

Although you left your friends before dark (knowing how treacherous mountain roads can be), you still reached the hut only after the sun had hidden behind the horizon.

The abdominal pain practically disappeared along with the dark blue and purple spots adorning her skin and she could move her toes, but it was still a problem for her to bend her knees. She still can’t walk on her own.

“I need a few more hours.”

“Is there any way to speed this up?”

“I could, but…”

She couldn’t finish a sentence knowing there was no way you’d say yes. She looked down and silver hair again obscured her view.

She heard you sighing and leaving. In the backyard, you threw something on a gravel road that gave off a metallic reverberation and dragged it, destroying a few of the stray little twigs.

Through the entrance to the cottage, she saw you standing in front of a wooden trailer. You harnessed a little brown horse to it and started pulling off the fabric bags and bringing them home, putting them in a corner.

She watched your actions with curiosity until you stopped, stood over her and asked with a neutral expression.

“If I help you, can you make it to the carriage?”

She looked at the vehicle one more time and then nodded at you. You uncovered her body, pulled her out of the futon - there was a large dark stain of clotted blood where she lay, but you’ve seen a significant improvement. You were involuntarily happy about it.

She reached out to you like a baby. You held her under her armpits and then you tried to put her hand across your neck. The last time, when you carried her home unconscious, she was definitely heavier and harder for you to maneuver.

Unlike the first time you met her, she was no longer cold - the gentle warmth of her body made you believe she was truly human, if it weren’t for her appearance.

Relying on you, she came to the carriage and you put her in the trailer. Her legs were still weak and flabby, but the fact that she could walk a few steps with the help was a good sign.

“Where are you taking me?”

She asked, watching you step forward and sit in the coachman’s seat. Holding the leather reins, you swung with it at the animal to make it move.

Not very glad with the night ride, the horse initially resisted, but after a few pulls, he finally moved. His clattering hooves resounded in silence along with his loud hisses, making it even less real.

When was the last time Mukago rode in a carriage? It must have been when she was still human.

Was she afraid? No, even though you didn’t answer her question and you kept your distance almost the whole time. She knew you weren’t bad.

And she knew it would finally come. She couldn’t hope that you would let her live with you - after all, you were natural enemies.

When after a long ride you stopped the horse before the entrance between the two mountains, she knew it was time to say goodbye.

You went around the carriage again to get to her and took her down, before you led her deep into a narrow, stone road and sat her on a big boulder.

“I can’t go any further.”

You said crouching at the height of her eyes. You pointed your finger at the dark behind her and added. “That’s where I found you, with any luck he should still be there, if the wild animals haven’t gotten him first.”

The demon nodded. She still didn’t understand what was inside your head and why you decided to helping her so much, but she was very grateful to you.

She looked at your back for a moment as you walked away from her and when your footsteps silenced in the other sounds of the night, she slowly crawl into the corpse of the Demon Slayer.

She had to make several stops along the way to rest, but she had all night to get there.

Surprisingly, the corpse was still lying where he fell. Flowers were arranged around it, as if someone was trying to make it up for the dead boy’s lack of burial.

As she got closer, she could see that the animals had found their way to him during those three days. His right hand was missing and in the place of his eyes were two black voids staring straight at her. The dried blood on his cheeks now looked like tears. Equally bad must have been the hole in his belly, where something was still moving under the stiff material of his uniform.

Unable to complain, she tried to ignore the horrible smell coming from the rotting body and after a few minutes she could walk normally again.

- - -

You didn’t leave from the entrance to the ravine long before dawn. What told you to stay? Guilt? Duty to a stranger’s girl?

No, it’s a demon. You can’t forget that.

But even your own admonitions didn’t move you. Your horse turned his head restlessly waiting for you to let him to turn back and lie down again in the dry straw in a small barn, but you waited.

For what? Until she finishes eating and comes back for you?

Tired, you rubbed your eyes and struggled with drowsiness. You decided to wait another ten minutes, and if she doesn’t signal that she needs help by then, you’ll leave.

- - -

You were awakened from a shallow sleep by the restlessness of the horse. The animal tromped its hooves and neighing, trying to wake you up and keep you away from the danger in front of you.

When you got up quickly, you grabbed the lantern next to you and lit your way, but you didn’t see anything. Not any demon or a wild animal.

Feeling a sudden movement of air next to you, you looked to the side, but there was nothing too. You could have tell someone was here a moment ago - you still felt the warmth on your shoulder.

Deciding you’d wasted too much time here, you ordered for the horse turn around, still looking back to see what would upset him so much. When you took a closer look, you saw on the road an elongated shape sliding slowly into the nearby bushes.

A snake? Well, at least it wasn’t your still hungry friend…

On the way home, you could have sworn that you felt a constant gaze stuck into you like two daggers. It wasn’t very pleasant, you could feel how its hidden owner buzzing with bad emotions and the desire to murder.

It gave you the creeps all over your body and all you could think about was getting back to a safe house as soon as possible.

Maybe it’s just your wild imagination? Being alone late at night in the dark woods are good food for it.

The only thing you heard that night (apart from the moaning of the wooden wheels of your carriage) was the loud flutter of the wings of some bird flying over your head, but because of the thick branches of the trees you couldn’t even see the starry sky above you. You knew something was there because once you even got hit in the head with a pine cone that broke off under his weight.

- - -

For the next few days you had some peace and quiet - no one fell to your flowers or needed your help.

The only people, who disturbed you were mysterious men in brown suits, who came to ask you for the way to the mountains. They explained that they worked for some organization and one of their members had a terrible accident nearby.

The road to this place was easy from your house, so you pointed them in the right direction.

All you saw was how they looked at each other through the gap in the material attached under their hats in understanding and they left you without a word.

The first time you came to this place, the view was terrible, now it must be a lot of worst especially after you left the corpse for decay, wild animals and brought there the starving demon.

But it’s not your problem anymore, although you could have sworn the birds that accompanied them looked at you like they knew what you’d done.

They looked at you with their black eyes, judging you quietly and with the intelligence you’ve never seen in any animal.

But maybe you were just imagining it? Maybe you’re just too paranoid?

- - -

Mukago thought no one would find out about her weak. That it would remain her little secret.

Oh, how wrong she could have been.

As much as she wanted to stay and be around you, she knew it would be too dangerous for both of you. Just thinking about you, no matter how pleasant, could get her (and not only her) into trouble.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard she tried, nothing could escape the attention of the Demon King.

One day he summoned her to Infinite Castle by a woman with biwa.

She was wandering through the forest and all she heard was an unexpected sharp tug of the strings of the instrument, when she suddenly stood in front of the cold face of Kibutsuji. The demon was dressed in white pants and a black suit still remaining in his current role of a good husband and father.

The demon has recently found a new family to serve as a cover for him, so he can hide from the Demon Slayer Corps.

What did he do to achieve this?

She couldn’t be sure, but she expected him to stain his hands again with the blood of an innocent person. People were nothing but food and tools to him, just like the members of Twelve Kizuki.

He stood in front of her, staring at her like she was an uninteresting animal. An insect. A miserable subspecies.

Seeing him, she immediately turned even more pale and fell on her knees before him, lowering her head as low as she could. Her forehead touched the hard, dark wood beneath her and she felt how sweat ran down her temples. Mukago barely holds back the trembling from nervousness.

His forehead was not tainted by any wrinkle created by furrowed brows. The man's posture, though it was and did not seem tense, she still could feel the dread floating in the air.

“What was that supposed to mean?” Muzan asked calmly but harshly, standing over her. As he always did when he gave the order for Twelve Kizuki.

“I–”

She didn’t know what to say. How was she supposed to explain all of this? Or was it about puncture the Demon Lord’s pride, thinking he wouldn’t know? Here, among the demons you could die for lesser offenses.

Or maybe she should already start apologizing and writing her last mental will?

“You had a perfect source of information right under your nose,” he started to speak, and his immaculate image began to break like a broken vessel. With every word, she could hear the anger rising within him. “How could you leave so easily? When others work hard to find even the slightest clue as to where Blue Spider Lily is, you just turn down the chance that fate has given you!”

With his scream, something glass snapped near them, making Mukago squirm even more. She trying to hide inside himself and shaking like a frightened rabbit.

She began to wonder if the next thing that snapped would be her skull.

This time, however, he spared her life. It just ended with an unpleasant reprimand that she won’t forget for long, really long time.

Black-haired woman barely teleported her to the vicinity of the wooded areas of the mountains, she already started instinctively running towards you with tears in her eyes.

Were those tears of fear? Relief from a life saved yet again by luck? Happiness of seeing you one more time?

Or maybe just a rush of cold air caused them?

Her whole body was still trembling and covered with goosebumps, the cloud of shock was just started leaving her mind, her heart was beating fast fueled by adrenaline, but there was also an unusual lightness in her legs, as if she weighed nothing.

Her feet carried her to the door of your hut, lured by the familiar scent of flowers from your garden, dug-up earth and…

You.

Mukago is alive.

For now…

- - -

“I’m sorry, but I can’t help you.” Mukago heard your voice along with approaching footsteps.

She waited for you as usual, sitting on the wooden beam supporting the ceiling, that she had spent so much time staring at during her long convalescence.

She has been coming to see you almost every day since she had the conversation with her Master - sometimes she disappearing for a quick hunt.

She tried to deal with it quickly, but at the same time she chose villages a little further away from your home. She didn’t want to bring here another slayer or, even worse, a Hashira.

That would be too suspicious and it could lead them to you.

What would they do when they found out you were friends with a demon? With the murderer of countless people? One of the Kizuki?

She didn’t even want to think about it…

Another reason was a little selfish, because she didn’t want you to hear about her victims. She didn’t want you to start looking at her like everyone else, like the demon that she is.

But this time when you came back, you weren’t alone - she heard other footsteps too.

From the sounds she might have deduced your comrade was a man. He walked quietly, but confidently. She could hear the clatter of the scabbard on his katana slapping against his hip and belt when he was walking, and his calm breathing.

A hunter?

No, the slayer.

And from his strong aura, she could have infer that he must have been high-ranking. Perhaps, he was even a Kinoe.

Outside the door, she heard a man walk away from you. When you entered the hut, for a moment the orange rays of the sunset fell inside, drawing your long shadow on the ground. You immediately looked up expecting to see your guest there as usual.

And as usual, she was there. With a nice smile and soft eyes waiting for you. Just like a domestic cat.

A large, predatory cat that could easily devour you if she only wanted to. She was now like a wild tiger in her territory.

You no longer saw in her the same fear as before or the pretended confidence.

But tigers are big cats, who also like to lie down sometimes without stress.

She often watched you at work too. You didn’t know exactly why she came back to you or where her interest in plants came from, because she never made it clear before what she was interested in. When you asked her about it, she only said:

“Because I can’t and you know a lot about this.”

You sensed her sincerity at the time, even though you didn’t quite understand what she meant.

Maybe if you knew Muzan Kibutsuji you could understand, but she couldn’t tell you about him.

And her mission wasn’t the only reason why she couldn’t leave…

Sometimes you felt like you were playing a game with her, where you slowly discover more and more about each other.

It was nice talking to someone and not going back to an empty hut where no one was waiting for you, but it brought new problems for you.

You began to get attached to her presence and miss her when she was gone. Wait for her to come back to you, when she suddenly disappeared at night after you fell asleep.

How many times have you woken up in the dark and waited for her appear to the first rays of the sun?

How many more excuses are you gonna need for your eyes bags, when people ask for them? When will you stop worrying others with your absent-minded behavior, often getting lost in your thoughts and falling asleep in a quiet corner at work?

“Demons don’t feel love or empathy, they’re monsters.” Someone told you once, and you took those words to heart. “Bloodthirsty beasts, who only want to quench their hunger.”

But are all demons really evil?

Are there any good demons?

You followed the girl coming down from the wooden beam with your eyes. Even though she smiled at you, you could tell she was nervous.

Is it because of that guy with the katana?

Suddenly, remembering something, you asked her putting away your packages of things you bought in the city on the table next to the fireplace.

“There's been some missing in the area lately… Do you know anything about that?”

Mukago seemed surprised by your question - she turned pale (although you didn’t expect it to be possible) and a smile faded from her face, replaced by the uncertainty you saw in her during your first conversation.

“Um, no. I don't think so. Why?”

It didn’t sound very convincing and all you could do, was take her word for it.

Some time ago a child went missing and was found after two days - he had lost into the woods and fallen into an old, but deep bear pit.

Luckily, the villagers found him safe and healthy (not counting the fear and hunger he must have felt during that time, as well as the numerous abrasions he made, when he tried to climb on the slippery rocks).

Mr. Bear was probably on a trip or was long dead, killed by hunters.

Missing husbands were found drunk in pubs, and and young womens were found with their chosen ones not accepted by their families.

But there were also unsolved disappearances, where no clues have been found to tell what might have happened to the missing.

You didn’t dwell on the subject and unpacked your bag, carefully placing its contents in a locker nearby. These included various spices, rice, bread and meat, in addition to seeds from your boss.

You might have gone a little crazy, because you had an unusual customer, who come to see you in the morning.

A mysterious black-haired man in western clothes entered the flower shop before the sun came up and asked your friend Misaki (who was standing behind the counter) about flowers. He wanted to buy something for his wife and daughter as an apology for spending so much time at work.

When she disappeared into the other side of the store behind one of the larger plants to bring ribbons to tie the flowers stems, you saw him looking around, although you could tell from his eyes that he was bored rather than curious.

His red irises wandered along the shelves with vases and multicolored plants without any reaction - none of them surprised or delighted him, as if he had seen them all more than once.

Well, this place certainly weren’t the only store selling exotic plants, there were more of them in Tokyo for sure. The only difference between you and them is the price - because your boss tried to grow most of them here, the prices were much lower than those in the center of the capital.

You barely managed to keep your eyes open, sitting where you usually sit hidden in a corner on the windowsill.

Monstera deliciosa - an ornamental plant, imported from distant exotic forests, with large leaves in the usual heart shape was the perfect cover for you. From behind its jagged leaves, you could see who was going in and out without fear of being noticed. You liked working here, but didn't always feel like dealing with customers.

Misaki, with her open and warm personality, was the perfect worker for such tasks and kind enough to let you laze in your corner. Unlike you, she was unfamiliar with growing plants and thought you were digging up in mud every day. So with minimal work you could have had extra hours of sleep or read a book, sometimes aloud to pass the time for both of you.

But now she is gone and your slumber was interrupted by an unexpected nice voice.

“Excuse me,” the client said with a polite expression. He had an even nicer, smooth face and a gentle smile. “I’m also looking for something for my mother’s grave. She died just a few days ago.”

Surprised, he’s addressing to you, you just pointed your finger at Spider Lily standing nearby. The slender flowers already had their characteristic upward spindly stamens and corrugated petals, giving them their unique charm. They attracted by their furiously red color that matched his irises.

That color spoke loudly: danger! They made you as anxious as when a man turned his attention to you.

You were disturbed, when he talked about his dead relative like he didn’t care what happened to her and how fast he was right next to you. You didn’t hear any footsteps or the creaking of the wooden floor under his weight.

Even more puzzling was how he could see you hidden behind many large leaves in a dark corner of the store.

You wanted Misaki to come back and take him away from you, but undeterred by your unkindness behavior, the man continued.

“Yes, I thought about it, but she didn’t like red. She associated it with bad luck.”

He spoke, looking at other flowers, but you still somehow felt his gaze on you. It was as if he was trying to keep you within the corner of his eye so you wouldn’t escape him.

You didn’t know what they were associating with for her, but from now on for you, they were with his eyes. Red as fresh blood.

“Is it available in blue?”

You swallowed your saliva with difficulty and nodded insecurely, when his cat’s pupils landed on you again without even turning his head towards you. You weren’t even sure you heard him right - he hypnotized you like a snake.

He finally turned his head to you and closed his eyes gently. It seemed to shine its own light. “Where are they?”

“We don’t have them right now… It’s very hard to grow and maintain them.”

You finally managed to gather inside enough to speak up and come out smoothly from an unconscious lie.

The man’s smiling expression turned to disappointment when he frowned. He pulled out a small leather purse from his pocket and handed it to you. The coins inside clinked pleasantly with every shake.

“Well, if you ever manage to grow them, could you keep them for me?”

At the same time Misaki returned from the warehouse with colored ribbons and decorative paper.

He immediately drew all his attention to her as if he had never spoken to you and composed with her advice one lovely, little bouquet for his wife and one for his daughter.

When he finally left, he didn’t ask for a refund or tell you how to notify him when the job will be done.

You felt like you made a deal with the devil and that it was too late to withdraw.

So you did some more shopping after work. Your boss let you go home earlier seeing your fatigue written on your face (again) and thought you were sick.

By the time you returned home, the sun was already slowly sinking into the west, even though it was still early. The charms of the coming winter.

That’s when you ran into the Demon Slayer. Hashira. You’ve occasionally seen low-ranking slayers in the city passing through or staying to take a break there, but you’ve only seen Hashira twice.

Your first meeting wasn’t the most pleasant, and if you could, you’d erase it from your memory.

It was a few years ago, when you still had no idea of the importance of their uniforms and demons walking among humans as myths inserted between other fairy tales.

But one unlucky night, your… friend was turned into a demon.

Terrified and badly wounded, she escaped from her home where the attack took place, but soon after, she was transformed into these things. Driven probably by hunger and instinct, she ran to you - to the place, where she felt most safe and where she knew, she could get help.

In the middle of the night you suddenly heard a loud sound, waking you from a deep sleep. Rubbing your eyes, you weren’t sure what it was until you heard it again.

It sounded more like the roar of a wounded animal than the weeping of a woman - through the thin walls you could hear her heavy gasp and squeak, when she stood in front of your house.

Why didn’t she attack you right away? Was she out of strength? Did she sense anything else? Something stronger than her?

Or was she fighting with herself?

Are there any good demons?

With the only weapon you had (and it was a metal fire poker) you opened the shōji door. There you saw in the full moonlight your friend lying in a pool of blood, curling in pain.

Without thinking, you ran to help her. Your head was empty, all you could think about was your friend. Wounded.

You didn't even have time to kneel beside her when she suddenly threw herself at you knocking you over onto the mud. You tried to push her away with a metal tool, but it was like a new force came into her.

Her jaw snapped in your face, almost biting your nose off. Saliva dripped from her mouth and chin splashing you, but you barely felt it.

Nor did you feel the strong gust of wind blowing her hair and knocking her head off her neck.

Suddenly she froze and her head hit you before fell to the ground next to you. Still on the poker, you held the rest of her inert body, which became even heavier.

“Oi, move.”

He said in a cold tone as he hid the katana in the cover - the green sheen of its blade blinded you for a second.

"Oi, you can't hear what I'm saying to you!? Get out of here!"

He saw you open and close your mouth before you muttered something, still in shock, looking back at the stagnant corpse in front of you.

“You...ed her... Mur...”

"Hmm?" He asked without hearing what you said. He sounded harsh and cold, like what he did was just killing a worm. "What?"

“A murder! You kill, killed her! Mur–!”

You weren't allowed to finish because a stranger punched you in the jaw and you fell face down again into the dirt beneath you mixed with her blood. Then stranger tugged you by the shoulder, dragging you to stand on your knees to look at him.

The air between you, besides the stench of blood, was filled with the strong smell of smoke and decomposing flesh.

"She wasn't a human anymore," he began unconsciously squeezing you by the shoulder and other hand. He almost broke your arm. You tried to wrestle, but you were too weak. "It's a demon!"

"No! It was–"

"It doesn't matter what or who she was to you before," he interrupted you violently and shook you again.

It made you feel some of the shock go away, allowing you to focus more on the man and the environment. You saw he was covered with numerous ugly scars. He reminded you of the monster the old women of your village warned about.

"Demons don't feel love or empathy, they're monsters. Bloodthirsty beasts who only want to quench their hunger."

When he let you go, you fell back to your knees. In an instant, your safe picture of the world crumbled into a million tiny pieces.

Tears slowly flowed into your eyes, but before they blurred your vision, you saw her body crumbling into dust.

Was that true or nightmare?

With nothing more to do for you, the man left. You didn't even notice, when he walked away from you. He left you alone to mourn your friend.

Although that's what he let you do.

Crying loudly, you didn't know what to do. You tried to lift her head, but you couldn't. You were still scared and shaking. You felt an invisible hand clutching your heart and throat as if it were about to crush them.

But you were still alive.

And she was falling apart right in front of you.

When the moon looked out from behind the thick clouds, you saw wet, shiny marks on her crumbling cheeks.

Are there good demons?

And when the sun came out of the horizon, there was nothing left of her but her bloody clothes. The only proof of what happened here.

After what happened and the mourning you shared with her family at the funeral, where you buried only her clothes, you wanted to know more.

You found out who white-haired man is and more about demons, but you didn't become a Demon Slayer.

The first ones killed your friend, the second hurt.

Since then, you've been trying to live your normal life, and you've started asking yourself...

Are there good demons?

You shake your head trying to get back to the present. That was long time ago, and you've get over with it, even though the memories still haunt you.

"I've brought some new seeds, but we'll probably plant them in the spring." You turned to the girl standing behind you.

She smiled at you gently nodding her head. Her silver hair swayed with her movement, reflecting the light of fire.

She looked amazing.

- - -

Your joint meeting was interrupted by a sudden knock and a vigorous shout of your name through the door.

It was Tanjiro Kamado.

Surprised by his visit, you went outside the cabin so he wouldn't see your guest. The snow fell quietly beneath your feet. In the mountains, winter came faster, and in the higher areas it can last even the whole year.

"Hello, Kamado-kun" you greeted him. The frost pinched your face and a small cloud of steam came out of your mouth. "What brings you here?"

"Ohayō!" Younger boy bowed to you. His nose, cheeks, and ears were fiercely red despite wearing a shawl on his head. "I thought you might be running out of coal and I wanted to see how you were doing."

Sweeten by his kindness and sincerity, you thanked him for his efforts. You both lived on the same mountain, but your cabin was on the other side. To reach it, he had to go down to the village, and then walk for a long time along a path circling the mountain before he started climbing again.

The road wasn't hard, but it was a long one, which is why you preferred to buy coal from him when you were downstairs so as not to bother him.

If you were alone, you'd have offered him in and tea. Maybe even the overnight stay, so he wouldn't have to come home in the dark and in the morning you would have escorted him to the village before you went to work.

"Oh, thank you. I'll pay you right away..."

You were reaching for your belt looking for a purse of money when suddenly he asked.

"Do you have a visitor?"

"Um, yes." You've been spin around trying to count the coins, but you've had a hard time doing it without feeling your fingertips.

You figured he must have sensed Mukago. The red-haired boy, as long as you can remember, had a perfect sense of smell. You wondered what exactly he sensed.

"The same one you took care of when she was sick?"

You nodded and didn't stop counting.

"What's she like?"

He asked unexpectedly. He knew a lot of smells, including the smell of human sadness, sorrow, or joy, but this one was completely new to him, so he couldn't determine who your mystery guest was.

"Oh, she's..." You've been thinking about trying to decide which term might best fit Mukago.

To a man-eating demon, who likes to wait for you in your attic. A demon who likes to watch you work on flowers and ask a lot of questions about them. A demon who, when she thinks you're asleep, strokes your hair or cheek gently.

"She's cute."

The boy nodded understandingly, knowing you were completely sincere. Then he stood with you for a while, trying to give you back some of the coins you gave him extra for coming all the way to your house, and you watched him leave happy.

The sun was half hidden behind the horizon and he didn't have time to get home before dark, but you weren't afraid for him. As far as you know, demons are very territorial, and Mukago's presence should deter weaker demons.

You didn't even think of the possibility that there might be a demon more powerful than her nearby...

But you weren't supposed to find out until the next morning from the other villagers and see two survivors disappear among the massacred bodies.

But that's not until tomorrow. Today, blissfully unaware, you returned to the inside of your home and your guest stiffly seated at your low table.

You could tell right away that she was more dreamy looking at you with her slightly spread lips showing white fangs, dilated pupils and...

You weren't sure, but is that the blush on her cheeks? She didn't hear you talking to Tanjiro, did she?

Right?

[shushbang]

"Her eyebrows are like green feathers, her skin like sheep's fat. Her face is as delicate as peach blossom petals, her hair piled up like golden phoenix threads. Her eyes glisten with a mesmerizing autumn gleam, her figure as slender and graceful as a tender spring bamboo shoot. Her slanted sash, with the floating red gauze, is dazzling with vibrant colors, Her high bun adorned with pearls and jade glitters with brilliance. What of the beauty of Wang Zhaojun? She truly surpasses the allure of Xi Shi. Her waist is like a willow, slightly bending with the sound of jingling golden ornaments, Her steps are as light as a lotus, her movements as graceful as a jade figure. Even the moon goddess Chang’e cannot compare, How could any celestial fairy from the nine heavens rival her beauty? Her exquisite palace makeup is beyond compare with the mortal realm— She is truly like the Queen Mother descending from the Jade Pool."

"眉如翠羽，肌似羊脂。臉襯桃花瓣，鬟堆金鳳絲。秋波湛湛妖嬈態，春筍纖纖嬌媚姿。斜軃紅綃飄彩艷，高簪珠翠顯光輝。說甚麼昭君美貌，果然是賽過西施。柳腰微展鳴金珮，蓮步輕移動玉肢。月裡嫦娥難到此，九天仙子怎如斯。宮妝巧樣非凡類，誠然王母降瑤池。"

— Wu Cheng'en's Journey To The West; human-edited AI- translation has been adopted out of experience with rampant plagiarism

The Danchuan ruler in New Life Begins fits the physical description of the goddess-like monarch of the prosperous all-female kingdom in the ancient novel Journey To The West. They both want to marry a key character in their story, the celibate and royal monk Tripitaka in the case of the book. But rather than relinquishing her kingdom and throwing herself into the embrace of a man she does not know well at the sight of the opposite gender, the Danchun ruler gets to show off her brains and brawn.

P. S. A matrilineal ethnic group lives on the border of Sichuan, an obvious source of inspiration for the state of Danchuan in New Life Begins, although men in the former don't marry into families.

[fateandloveentwined]

zhou zishu

太喜欢周子舒了。喜欢剧絮的温柔，书絮的刚强。他心怀大义，可江湖的逍遥是他的归宿。十多年的官场打滚已然让他失去人生的方向，只能余生求个无愧于心，也是让人遗憾。梅长苏出生贵胄而少年万千宠爱于一生，终生贯彻儒家之道，君臣之义，未免活得拘谨。魏无羡侠义且有��妄之气，可这稍微的放肆并非我最喜爱的，且他略为典型，通透侠义那种模样。周子舒出身簪缨而成长于江湖，合二者之优胜于一身，因众生江山而受约束，又嚮往着温客行给予他的一丝洒脱。当真，挺美的。

看了这么多本书，或多或少也会有些感想。不知是何种经历造就了周子舒的温柔，其中有zzh对角色的理解，有编剧对角色无限隐忍的不理解，也有少量源自于周子舒本身吧。历尽千帆后的梅长苏如岁寒之松梅傲然自立皑皑白雪之中，魏无羡清醒着过活，不以他人毁誉而改之，可他俩或许不是骨子里温柔的人吧。通透而有慈悯，谦谦君子的温润如玉莫属谢怜，千锤百炼罢的柔情侠骨非子舒莫属。这不容易练就，或许梦溪石有意叫沈峤为之，可书中我尽见晏无师的“傲”，而非沈峤的“柔”啊。是周子舒那种将黑暗尽揽身后，以余烬燃亮他人坦途般的飞蛾扑火。

真真好喜欢他啊。

n.b. apologies for it being chinese i'm just upset that lofter has apparently restricted posting without phone number verification so I've got nowhere to post now. i just need somewhere XD.

hmm might also be interesting figuring out the number of people who reads chinese on the blog

[moonshine-utopia]

《金锁记》剧本改编

喧闹的商业街的午后，街上处处是叫卖声、吆喝声。街上熙熙攘攘的，人们不停地进出各式各样的店铺，手上拎着满满的物品。从外往内数的第三家，是一家麻油铺。店里满是芝麻的油香，柜台是带着油污的黑色，油缸上吊着不同大小的舀子。

曹七巧，大约十八、九岁的模样，着蓝夏布衫裤，镜面乌绫镶滚，站在麻油铺柜台后，正和一个头缠白色汗巾、身着带血污的背心的男孩相互打趣着。

男孩是肉铺里的朝禄，他看向七巧时，眼里总是带着些许欣喜。朝禄叫她曹大姑娘，或是巧姐儿。七巧略带愠色地打了朝禄一巴掌，眼角却带着笑意。

麻油铺旁的肉铺，伙计正在分割猪肉，只见他从钩子上摘下一片生猪油，重重地抛向肉案。初夏的微风，伴随着逐渐升高的温度，空气中弥漫着腻滞的死去的肉体的气味。

三十来岁的曹七巧睁开了双眼，她试图将自己的丈夫固定在椅子上，但这一团毫无生命力的肉体却不断向下滑，曹七巧用力踢了一下桌角，脸上是委屈的泪痕。她垂下头。

曹七巧的声音：“你碰过他的肉没有？是软的、重的，就像人的脚有时发了麻，摸上去那感觉……”

她带着戏谑打量着周围的一切，眼中曾经的光芒荡然无存，只有对眼前苟延残喘生命的嫌弃以及对周遭一切的不满：

丫鬟在曹七巧背后的窃窃私语以及轻视的眼光；

姜季泽的摸自己脚的轻薄以及自己对他又爱又恨的交织情感；

分家时孤儿寡母被欺负的无助与无奈……

五十来岁的曹七巧半躺在床上，她的脸色枯黄，牙齿是被鸦片熏过的黄色。她带着玉质的、银质的、金质的手镯与戒指，手上握着枪杆，吞云吐雾。

姜长白进入屋内，试图找七巧要钱，七巧顺手将身旁的枕头扔了过去，长白悻悻地退了出去。

长安的脸浮现在曹七巧眼前，曾经满怀期待的少女，如今眼中的光已然全部熄灭。七巧脑海中的长安好像已经永远失去了笑容，眼中只有对母亲的怨恨与失望。

七巧好像突然受到了什么惊吓，手中的烟枪重重地落到了地上。她摸了摸胸前挂着的、已经有些褪色的金锁，缓缓闭上了双眼。

出现皎洁月光缓缓泻下的场景。

片头：金锁记。

片头完。

1

这是姜季泽家中。

小姐太太们时常在家中支起麻将桌，约上三五好友，闲话家常，有时会请说书的、唱戏的来家中逗乐，大家在牌桌上消磨时光。屋内的丫鬟们进进出出，时而添茶送水，时而呈上吃食。

洗牌的声音回响着，麻将敲击桌面，发出脆响。女人的笑声尖利，贵妇们身上的首饰叮铃作响。似乎每一桌都拥有闲聊的话题，人们的注意力更多在八卦上。呷一口茶，摸一张牌，然后全身心地投入到闲谈他人的生活中。

一进门是许多牌桌，每一张桌子上都坐���了人。桌上摆着茶壶与点心，不时有丫鬟呈上热毛巾揩手。屋内的装潢是旧式风格，有一木质的屏风，墙上挂着中国山水画。屋前有一矮桌，有一个训鸟人正在教鹦鹉学舌，但并没有多少人注意他。

突然一声惊呼，所有的声音戛然而止。

兰仙（大笑着）：“哎！又和了！对不住了，今天手气好。”

兰仙发现周围的人都在看向自己，不好意思地向周围人点头示意，并连连小声道歉。周围的牌桌又渐渐恢复到了先前的热闹。

与兰仙同桌的牌搭子们露出了些许的不悦，但很快就用讪笑掩饰过去。与兰仙同桌的牌搭子三人分别是李太太、王太太与陈太太，四人都是阔太太，衣着华丽，身上佩戴着许多首饰，交谈甚欢。

李太太（着手准备开始洗牌）：“姜太太，这都第几把了，您这是有什么顺心事吗？所有的好火气都在您这儿。”

兰仙没有回答，眼里满是自得的神气。李太太左手边的王太太一边洗牌，一边做惊讶状。

王太太（惊讶状）：“嗐，李太太，您还不知道呢。自打姜老夫人仙去、姜家分家后，姜太太这不和她家那位讨人嫌的麻油铺分开了嘛，这可不是天大的喜事。”

四人不约而同地发出了笑声。

陈太太（呶呶嘴，不屑状）：“要我说，麻油铺就是一扫把星。姜太太之前和我们打牌的时候，总是愁眉苦脸地说着麻油铺的‘奇闻轶事’，又是家中丢了东西，又是争执不断、鸡犬不宁的。这一分家，人逢喜事精神爽，可不手气好嘛。”

兰仙的眼中带着戏谑，伸出手连连摆了摆，试图让三人讨论的声音降低些。

兰仙（食指放在嘴前，“嘘”声）：“哎哎，这可离人家地盘儿不远，可不敢这样说。（大笑）想我刚嫁到姜家的时候，她倒好，先是要姜家云泽姑娘早些出嫁，甚至写信给人家未来夫家，赶她出门，又是把我揣着捏着、捶着打着，恨不得把我一并赶走好。你说说，就算她命苦嫁了个残废，这谁可受得了她！”

王太太因为久坐，颈椎有些难受。她向左右侧了侧头，似乎是在拉伸，同时一只手放在颈部揉捏。

王太太：“可不是嘛，毕竟和我们不是一个出身。早年听我家老妈子说，这麻油铺可是街上一枝花呢，那肉铺家的、修鞋的、拉车的，可都把她视若天仙，她可不心高气傲！谁成想她兄嫂钻钱眼里了，把亲妹妹卖给姜家作姨太太，侍奉个残废。可真够狠的！”

兰仙眼前浮现出曹大年夫妇的模样：欠着腰、唯唯诺诺的，身上穿的还不及姜家下人好，看到姜家人就像是见了活菩萨般。

兰仙（翻了个白眼，冷笑）：“麻油铺心里恨毒了她兄嫂，却又不得不接济他们，毕竟这是她在世上仅存的亲人。她兄嫂也正是认准了这点，才敢继续腆着脸来我们姜家要这要那，装得满满的进来，一样装得满满的出去。我可看见了，麻油铺可是拿了金镯子、金簪子、金锞子给他们！她兄嫂那道谢不迭的样子，可像极了陈太太家那只哈巴狗！”

四人似乎联想到了陈太太家那只吐着舌头，看见人就摇尾巴的哈巴狗，不由得同时发出大笑。

陈太太虽然感觉有些被冒犯，但碍于主人家的面子不好发作，只能将这口气咽了下去，脸上不得不赔着笑脸。

陈太太（尽可能压抑心中的不悦）：“姜太太，您这可是折煞我家的狗了！”

兰仙的丫鬟小双端着明前的龙井和各类茶点从门口进入。她半弯着腰，给每个太太都换上了新茶水，将变凉的揩手巾一并收了。转身欲退下。

兰仙看到小双，突然反应她原来在姜家时服侍二房的。兰仙心生一计，伸手拉住了正欲离开的小双，对她莞尔一笑。

兰仙（不怀好意状）：“我近年来年岁长了，记忆力也大不如从前，小双，你来详细说说之前曹家舅爷来姜家的场景给各位太太听吧。”

小双想到在姜家被曹七巧打压的过往，心中不由得涌起愤怒。她将手中的托盘放在麻将桌旁的小茶几上，双手抱胸，十分努力忍住不让自己翻白眼。

小双：“那天我可记得清清楚楚。各位太太，麻油铺一听到我说她兄嫂来了，嘴上说着怎么又来了，可她的眼睛居然亮了起来，好像来的是两个大宝贝！明明每次来姜家都是拿这拿那，象征性问候两句，她居然还盼着他们来？要换做是我，我可巴不得离这二位瘟神远远儿的呢！”

四位太太相互交换眼神，想到曹七巧会对将她推入火坑的兄嫂还有所期待，仿佛像是听到了天大的笑话一般，笑着摇了摇头。

小双看到四人的反应，以为是和她有共鸣，内心甚至有些窃喜。便继续讲了下去。

小双：“她不停地给这个给那个的，谁还不贪呢！除了自己要的，还给儿女，甚至是家里的老妈子都拿了东西。一向扣扣搜搜的麻油铺在这个时候倒是大方得很呢！”

李太太（深表赞同状）：“可不，按她这样的脾性，姜家上下谁会乐意接近她？这也是自作孽不可活！”

小双听到李太太的赞同，十分高兴，准备继续往下说

小双：“李太太，您说的对极了。我看她送走兄嫂时还舍不得呢，那个时候我还觉得她有点可怜，但想起她平日里是怎么对我们这群下人的，我只觉得恶心！说起……”

兰仙见小双洪水决堤般的牢骚，内心有些许的厌烦，敲了敲桌子。

兰仙：“小双，够了，下去吧。”

小双似乎也意识到自己说得有些多了，拿起刚刚放下的托盘，向四位太太鞠了一躬，缓缓退下。

四位太太的牌局正酣，手上摸牌、打牌的速度也渐渐变快。突然，陈太太好像想起了什么的样子，起身调整了一下坐姿，将头凑近牌桌。

陈太太（低声）：“话说回来，我一直好奇，这残废到底是怎样能够生儿育女的？麻油铺的一双儿女看起来可正常得很，完全没有残废父亲的影子呢。”（打出了二饼）

李太太兴奋地抓过那张二饼。

李太太：“哎，我听牌了！”（揉了揉微微发酸的手腕）“陈太太，我想，麻油铺既然能在年轻的时候吸引那么多男人，自然有她的厉害之处，谁知道她有没有什么秘籍呢！”

四人再次交换眼神，发出轻蔑的笑声。好像想到了什么，恍然大悟。

兰仙（厌恶状，仿佛在回忆极度不愿回首的事情）：“嗐，在姜家时，她可一直和姜季泽在我眼皮子底下眉来眼去呢，连脚都摸上了，还以为能瞒住我？她自己都说残废的肉是松的，还要我们去碰他的肉，说是软的、重的。天哪，真是令我作呕。”

王太太：“八万。这可不是想拉着别人可怜可怜她？她诚然可怜，但可怜也不是她恶心别人的托词吧？说到姜先生，姜太太，前几日我可见他去麻油铺家了，您可知道这事？”

兰仙摸了一张牌，兴致突然高涨了起来，她将自己面前的牌推倒，脸上又浮现了得意的笑容。三位太太有些无可奈何。

兰仙：“自摸，清一色！不好意思了各位。（三人数了数钞票递给兰仙）我知道这事，姜季泽有什么事情我不知道？早前姜家分家的时候，他就盯上麻油铺这块肥肉了。年轻的时候姜季泽还称得上端正，姜家本身也没几个正常男人，麻油铺对他有意实属正常。这些年他愈发肥头大耳，头发也稀疏了，儿女一天天大了，他也开始逛起窑子了，还真以为我傻？”

兰仙呷了一口茶，仿佛将自己的怨气也一并咽了下去。三位太太交换了眼神，但是并没有任何意外的神情。姜季泽本就花名在外，听到兰仙对丈夫的描述，三人心中反而有些许嘲���的意味。

兰仙（清了清嗓子）：“咳，他去找麻油铺，无非是以为麻油铺还念着旧情，会乖乖拿钱出来给他用。麻油铺哪有这么傻！死了丈夫的女人，只有钱不会背叛自己了，这不就把姜季泽扫地出门了？可把我笑死了。”

陈太太用戴着戒指的手小心地夹起一块桂花糕，就着一口茶送入嘴中。细细咀嚼后，用手绢擦拭手上的残屑。她想起前几日在曹七巧家门前曾见到过姜季泽。

陈太太（试探状）：“我是说怎么姜先生从麻油铺家出来的时候一脸晦气，脸色微红。不得不说姜先生这如意算盘打得可够好。没成想这麻油铺倒还机灵，知道自己配不上姜先生，把钱紧紧攥在自己手里。”

王太太听到陈太太认为曹七巧知道自己配不上姜季泽，十分不同意，她将手放在陈太太的手腕处，轻轻一捏。陈太太抬头看了王太太一眼，有些疑惑。

王太太：“她那哪是知道自己配不上姜先生？在我看来，年轻的时候被那么些男人中意，她的心气可高了吧，在听到姜先生的表白时怎么可能没有一丝心潮涌动？只不过是提到钱了，就好似突然察觉到了危险信号，这时被泼了一盆冷水吧？听说分家的时候就闹得不愉快？”

回想起分家时曹七巧带着一双儿女将整个姜家闹得鸡飞狗跳，兰仙翻了个白眼，咬紧牙关，像是从牙缝中蹦出一个个字。

兰仙（咬牙切齿）：“是，当初分家的时候，她说她家那个有病不能出去做官，她是个没脚蟹，长白还不满十四岁，往后苦日子有得过呢。九老太爷问她想怎么办，她也没个想法，只会哭哭啼啼，喊着人家欺负她们孤儿寡母，最后把九太爷直接气走了。最后还是按原计划分家，你说闹这一出，何必呢？”（不耐烦地抓起一张牌，恨恨地摔在牌桌上）

坐在她下手的李太太被她突然的举动吓到了，抬头看了兰仙一眼。兰仙端起茶杯，猛地吞了一大口，眼中是无比的痛恨。李太太摇了摇头，将心思放在牌上。

李太太（与兰仙相反，轻轻地放牌）：“四筒。真是会给姜家丢人。这姜长白和姜长安也这么大了，他们妈把人都给丢完了，这俩孩子以后可怎么过哟！真造孽！”

兰仙冷哼一声。

兰仙：“麻油铺把钱看得死死的，都不给自己儿女花。姜长白是个男孩，还供他读书，姜长安这么大了，看上去还像七八岁的女孩，感觉像是长期在家吃不饱饭。（眼中突然迸射光芒，将身子和声音都压得低低的）我听有人说，麻油铺这么多年也没个男人，她现在眼里就只有他们家白哥儿咯！”

四人不知道联想到了什么画面，笑作一团，伴随着嫌弃与厌恶的表情。

王太太成功接受到兰仙的信号，抓住机会，做出谄媚的神情。

王太太（拿了一张牌，看着兰仙，嘴角牵了一丝笑）：“对比一下您家的长馨，小小年纪便聪颖过人，在学堂里也是拔尖儿的，麻油铺不是一直心高气傲嘛，这儿女也比不过姜太太您呀！”

兰仙似乎很受用的样子，脸上的笑意是对王太太的赞同。但是将她家长馨同姜长白姜长安相比，她内心还是十分鄙夷的。这份不屑十分明显地在她的眼底显露出来。

兰仙：“可不敢和她比，可不敢和她比。我们和麻油铺不是一道人，我们家长馨以后是要嫁给好人家的，可不像姜长安一样是个没爹的野丫头。（陈太太出了幺鸡，兰仙看了一眼自己的牌，高声笑道）哎呀陈太太，谢谢您的幺鸡，我又和啦！哈哈！”

洗牌的声音渐渐淡去，四人依旧在牌桌前叽叽喳喳地。笑声与交谈声逐渐淡去，门口的训鸟人教会鹦鹉“恭喜发财，吉祥如意”这句话，鹦鹉不断地重复着，略带哀凉。

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曹七巧家的宅子在这片尽是阔太太的街区显得格格不入，斑驳的鹅黄色小洋楼，生锈的铁栅栏，常年紧闭的大门，无一例外地像是在向他人宣告主人的“贫穷”，甚至连推销员与报童也绝不会去“打扰”这一家人。

院内也是十分的荒凉，秋风将法国梧桐枯黄的叶子吹落，由于老妈子与丫鬟的数量不够，这满庭院的落叶竟无人打扫，远远望去像是一层黄色的薄毯覆盖于深灰色的地面上。老妈子与丫鬟各自心怀鬼胎，都想方设法地偷着懒，都最怕太太的突然召唤。

曹七巧的侄子曹春熙风风火火地从大门进入院内，好像给这座死气沉沉的宅子带来了些许生机。他与长白、长安的年纪相仿，三人很快成为了玩伴。

有天，长安想要拿放在柜子最上方的莲子，长白摆摆手，表示要妹妹自己拿。长安便搬了个凳子，支在柜子旁，拼命踮着脚，试图够到莲子。但由于她长期营养不良，十三岁的年纪却只有七、八岁的身高，怎么都够不着。这时曹春熙看到了。

曹春熙（担心状）：“哎呦，安姐儿可别摔了，回头我可脱不了干系！”

话音未落，长安一个没站稳，向后一仰，凳子被踢翻，曹春熙果断上前扶住了长安。长安有些惊魂未定，大口喘着粗气。

曹七巧（突然冲入房间内，将曹春熙扶住长安的手打掉，十分愤怒，冲曹春熙咆哮）：“我三茶六饭款待你这狼心狗肺的东西，什么地方亏待了你，你欺负我女儿？你那狼心狗肺，你道我揣摩不出么？你别以为你教坏了我女儿，我就不能不捏着鼻子把她许配给你，你好霸占我们的家产！”

曹七巧顿了顿，上下打量了一下不过十来岁的曹春熙，又回想起这么多年以来兄嫂对自己的压榨与欺负，顿时恍然大悟。

曹七巧（冷笑）：“我看你这浑蛋，也还想不出这等主意来，敢情是你爹娘把着手儿教的！那两个狼心狗肺忘恩负义的老浑蛋！齐了心想我的钱，一计不成，又生一计！”

曹春熙听了这席话，气得只想翻白眼，但碍于曹七巧是长辈而不得不压下心中的怒火。他刚欲开口为自己辩解，甚至连长安都想开口解释时，曹七巧更是气不打一处来。

曹七巧（指着他们俩的鼻子，叉着腰）：“你们还有脸顶撞我！（对曹春熙）还不给我快滚，别等我乱棒打出去！（对长白长安）你们俩也给我滚，多大的人了，还胳膊肘往外拐了？你们是想气死我吗！”

三人咧咧呛呛地从房间里退了出去，曹七巧在发完脾气后感到一阵眩晕，扶着丫鬟也离开了房间。

曹春熙年轻，血气方刚，从小到大哪里受过这种委屈？他回到房间后，忿忿不平地开始收拾行李，嘴里还小声骂骂咧咧，当天晚上头也不回地离开了曹七巧的宅子。

姜长安内心虽然也觉得对不起表哥，但这么多年，深知自己母亲脾性的她也不敢和母亲顶撞。在曹春熙离开后，长安蹑手蹑脚地来到七巧的卧室。只见七巧靠坐在床上，腰间垫了一个小枕头，她闭着双眼，手不停地揉着太阳穴，好像是头疼。长安见状有些心疼，悄悄在床边坐下。

姜长安（轻声）：妈，对不起，我让你头疼了。

曹七巧缓缓睁开双眼，眼前的长安让她感觉有些模糊。那一刹，她突然不想让长安长大。虽然很气愤，但曹七巧还是握住长安的手，轻轻抚摸着。

曹七巧（因为疲惫而声音略带温柔）：“你今年过了年也有十三岁了，也该放明白些。表哥虽不是外人，天下的男子都是一样混账。你自己要晓得当心，谁不想你的钱？”

曹七巧想到前些日子姜季泽的所作所为，心中五味杂陈，一是愤怒姜季泽竟然会打孤儿寡母的主意，一是伤感自己对姜季泽竟然还有不切实际的幻想。她撅了噘嘴，表情逐渐严肃。

曹七巧（长叹一口气，悲哀状）：“男人……碰都碰不得！你娘这几个钱不是容易得来的，也不是容易守得住。轮到你们手里，我可不能眼睁睁看着你们上人的当——以后提防着些，听见了没有？”

姜长安垂下了双眼，在内心深处并不苟同母亲的想法，随后脸上挂着一丝悲哀。在她心中，母亲永远把钱看得比一切都重，甚至比自己和哥哥更重。长安感到无可奈何，但在这个家里，曹七巧才是那个拥有绝对权威的人。她很快收起自己脸上的悲哀，微微点了点头。

姜长安（十分小声）：“我听到了。”

曹七巧看了看自己曾经被姜季泽捏过的脚，又看了看长安的一双大脚。突然，她意识到，如果给长安裹脚，她是不是就会待在家中，远离所有的男人？她不出门抛头露面，是不是也意味着节省了很大一笔开支？她咧着嘴，盯着长安笑，长安只觉得有些毛骨悚然。

曹七巧（试探）：“你嘴里尽管答应着，我怎么知道你心里是明白还是糊涂？你人也有这么大了，又是一双大脚，哪里去不得？按说你今年十三了，裹脚已经嫌晚了，原怪我耽误了你。马上这就替你裹起来，也还来得及。”

话音未落，周围的老妈子倒笑了，她们看向彼此，有些不可置信。姜长安在听完母亲的一席话后直直定在了原地，她感到十分恐慌，双眼放大，嘴巴微微打开，想说些什么却又什么都说不出。

曹七巧（笃定地拉着长安）：“我不愁我的女儿没人要，不劳你们替我担心！真没人要，养活她一辈子，我也养得起！”（招呼着几个老妈子按住长安，她亲自替长安裹脚）

姜长安的哭喊声在寂静的黑夜中惊醒了整条街。

第二天，曹七巧盘算着自己的女儿已经缠足，也没办法再去学堂，便寻思着去学堂把学费要回来。她带着两个老妈子，气势汹汹地冲进了学堂，在校长办公室找到了校长。校长本是儒雅之人，先是静静地聆听她的诉求，但当他听到曹七巧在给长安缠足并希望要回学费时，校长感到十分震惊。他愤然起身，坚定地回绝了曹七巧的无理要求。曹七巧哪肯依，她也起身，分开腿，叉着腰，手指着校长，痛骂他不要脸、钻钱眼里了。最后，校长让保安将她们三人架出了校园。

整个学堂都知道了这件轶事，每当长安上街遇见老同学时，总感觉他们在背后窃窃私语。久而久之，姜长安眼中原有的热忱与希望已经被世俗磨灭。再见到她的人，会发现她打了一根辫子，叉着腰，迈着小碎步，不停地发表对世俗的高见，紧紧攥着手中的钱──谁都说她是活脱的一个七巧。

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姜长白在完成学业后，成天无所事事，先是染上了赌瘾，后来渐渐和姜季泽一起逛起了窑子。曹七巧看着儿子一天天花着这么多钱，便想着为他张罗婚事。曹七巧对媒婆带来的人选总是挑三拣四，媒婆早已厌烦，背地里总是骂七巧“不撒泡尿照照自己”，但表面上还是要赔着笑脸。一顿手忙脚乱之后，她为长白定下了袁家名为芝寿的小姐。

新妇过门，曹七巧怎么都看她不顺眼，还暗中给她使绊子。芝寿心中委屈，但丈夫不体谅，又不能回娘家，只能将满腹委屈自我消化。

这天，芝寿的母亲前来探望女儿，曹七巧便约上另外两个太太（张太太、赵太太），一起吃午饭。另外两位太太不知道这是芝寿的母亲，只当是曹七巧的朋友，便以芝寿作为话题开始闲聊。

丫鬟们陆续送上了菜，放眼望去，西红柿鸡蛋、小葱拌豆腐、清炒时蔬、虎皮青椒。袁太太有些惊讶，请客竟然一点荤腥都没有。但看张太太和赵太太习以为常的模样，她也不好问些什么。

张太太（让丫鬟给自己倒了一杯茶，润了润嗓子）：“姜太太，我看您这新媳妇嘴唇可有些太厚呢！听说嘴厚的人天性厚呢！”

曹七巧抬起眼，瞟了一眼袁太太，只见她的脸一阵红一阵白，额前冒了细细的汗珠，神情十分不自然。她勾起嘴角，一副看好戏的模样。曹七巧天生一副高爽的喉咙，扃扃的，刮得人疼痛，像剃刀片。

曹七巧（大笑）：“张太太，天性厚可并不是什么好话。我只但愿咱们白哥儿这条命别送在她手里！（她夹了一筷子豆腐）你们瞧咱们新少奶奶老实呀，一见了白哥儿，她就得去上马桶！”（不屑地哼了一声）

袁太太此时有些愣住，刚刚伸出的筷子猛地抖了一下，她悄悄打量了一下身边的三人，发现另外两位太太并没有发觉到她的异样，便稍微低下了自己的头，呷了一口茶。

曹七巧察觉到袁太太的坐立难安，心中却是一份窃喜。她用手绢揩了揩嘴，扭头和赵太太攀谈。

曹七巧（略带骄傲意味）：“赵太太呀，不是我说，我家白哥儿和我可亲了。我要他给我烧一夜的烟，他可甘之如饴！这新媳妇啊……”（曹七巧将自己儿子亲口招供的媳妇的秘密宣布了出来，有声有色地渲染着）。

张太太和赵太太听得津津有味，还时不时打断七巧，试图与她一同探讨。这边的袁太太脸上挂不住了，她慢慢放下筷子，神色有些恍惚，汗珠顺着她的脸颊滑落，滴在有些掉漆的餐桌上。

张太太发现袁太太有些不对劲，便投来了关切的目光。

张太太（关心状）：“袁太太，您没事吧，是哪儿不舒服吗？”

袁太太正愁没有一个台阶可以下，她猛然起身，向席间三人欠身致意。

袁太太（有气无力）：“三位太太，实在是不好意思，我突然有些头晕，就先回去了。三位慢吃。”

曹七巧也没有挽留的意思，她对着袁太太笑了笑，眼底带着不屑和嫌弃。她也缓缓起身，走到袁太太面前，挽住她的胳膊。

曹七巧（带着笑意）：“哎呀，这可真是不巧，那我就让丫鬟送您到门口。亲家母，下次您再来看芝寿的时候，我们再聊。”

袁太太连连点头，却很快地拿开曹七巧的胳膊，和丫鬟匆匆离开了。她离开时脸皮紫胀，心中觉得也无颜再见女儿，乘了包车回去了。

姜长白和芝寿本就不亲密，在曹七巧的搅和后更是渐行渐远。姜长白的心又回到了花柳巷之中，花销越来越大，曹七巧看着账簿上的每日支出也是越发心烦。为了拴住长白，她把一个丫鬟娟儿给长白做了小，又让长白和她一起抽烟，长白这才安心在家守着烟袋和姨太太。

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姜季泽的女儿姜长馨给长安介绍了一个留学归来的男朋友，名叫童世舫。多年以来，姜长安第一次感受到了恋爱的滋味，每每见到童世舫，她总会心跳加速。过去十年她总是过着“小曹七巧”式的生活，这是第一次，她想要逃离自己的母亲、自己的家庭。

童世舫是一个具有英伦气质的绅士，多年在海外的求学使他对中国的传统女性抱有极大的兴趣。他在姜长馨的介绍下认识了姜长安，他被长安身上的传统气息所吸引：她的一颦一笑总是温婉的，旗袍下她的身姿婀娜，眉眼间总是明媚的。在几次约会后，二人确定了恋爱关系，最后甚至瞒着曹七巧定下婚约。

曹七巧不知从哪里听到了这个消息，她气急败坏地质问长安。长安被爱情蒙蔽了双眼，只想着自己未来的幸福。曹七巧恨她执迷不悟，总是以自己嫁到姜家被欺负的过往来警告长安，甚至侮辱童世舫，认为他这么多年在海外没有娶亲是不正常的事情。多年顺从的长安在这一件事全然不肯让步，最后七巧竟只能答应见童世舫一面。

童世舫来到姜家时，有一种莫名的恐惧感。当他落座吃饭时，见他的却只有姜长白一人。两人就着酒谈天说地，气氛相对缓和了许多。正当童世舫以为这场“鸿门宴”即将顺利结束时，他突然看见，姜长白身后的阴影里，出现了一个有些驼背的、干瘦的老太太，他的直觉告诉他——这是一个疯子，他只觉得毛骨悚然。

曹七巧在阴影中打量了童世舫许久，她上前一步，微微欠身，算是问好。童世舫也连忙向七巧鞠了一躬。

曹七巧（略带疲惫）：“童先生您好，我老了，若有招待不周，请您多多谅解。”

童世舫（连忙摇头）：“姜太太不必如此客气，您能邀请我前来作客我已经感到十分荣幸了。只是不知道长安现在何处？”

曹七巧的眼中突然闪现一丝光芒，童世舫很快捕捉到了，这只让他觉得可怖。曹七巧缓慢地转身。

曹七巧（慢悠悠地）：“您还没有参观过我们的宅子吧，我带您参���一下，您就能看到长安了。”

童世舫随着曹七巧穿过昏暗的走廊，宅子不大，却是死一般的寂静，曹七巧轻微的咳嗽在宅子里竟然有回音。微黄的灯光下，墙壁上藏青色在这一刻仿佛成为了死亡的黑色。童世舫不禁打了一个寒颤。在二楼站定，二人面前是微微虚掩的房门。

曹七巧（回头，声音有些飘忽）：“童先生，这就是长安的房间，她正在里面，您自己去见她吧。”（说完便又走进了一片黑暗中）

童世舫微微推了一下房门，并不急着进去，他的视线定格在了躺在床上的长安身上：长安的右手拿着烟枪，正在吞云吐雾，那一双三寸金莲似乎是长安“旧女性”身份的“勋章”。那种吸鸦片之人特有的糜烂与恍惚全然不似他平时所认识的那个活泼的、满眼爱意的中国少女。眼前的瘾君子头发散落着，像极了《聊斋》中尚未化成人形的聂小倩，她直直地盯着天花板，浑身竟然没有一丝生气。童世舫被眼前的场景惊吓到了，他悄悄带上了房门。

童世舫（小声嘟哝）：“这就是现在的中国闺秀了吗？为什么传统的女性也会抽鸦片？是我离乡太久不知道现在的习俗了吗？”

正当童世舫有些神游时，一个丫鬟不小心撞到了他。丫鬟连忙道歉，还一边小声向外吐着“姨太太”、“生了”之类的词语，童世舫有些疑惑不解。

童世舫（拦下丫鬟，疑惑状）：“姑娘为什么这样着急？是有什么急事吗？”

丫鬟（十分不耐地挣脱他的手，匆忙欲离开）：“哎呀，我们少爷的姨太太要生了，我得赶紧过去帮忙了，您请别拦着我。去完了太太要骂的！”（说完便急匆匆往上赶）

童世舫消化了一阵，才将丫鬟说的话完全理解。他的神情依旧有些恍惚。

童世舫（继续小声嘟哝）：“姨太太，这难道不是旧时代的糟粕？三寸金莲，不也是对女性的剥削与压迫？”（他的眼前突然浮现出曹七巧那干枯的脸庞以及空洞的双眼）

童世舫只觉得冷汗一阵一阵的，他不敢在这座吃人的监狱里再多呆一分钟，他只觉背后好似有什么人在追赶着他，不由得加快步伐，跌跌撞撞、头也不回地离开了姜家，从此再无音讯。

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病入膏肓的芝寿听到丫鬟说娟儿生了个小少爷，她已经瘦得皮包骨头，曹七巧和姜长白很少过问她的死活。她艰难地翻了个身，头歪在枕头上，嘴角淌着涎水，她缓缓张开嘴，试图说些什么，却发不出任何声音。没有人知道她是什么时候咽的气。

娟儿虽然被扶正，但是曹七巧长期以来的打压与嘲讽、抚养孩子的艰辛与痛苦、对长白迷失于花柳巷的无奈与愤怒，使她本就不坚强的心理防线彻底崩塌了。仅仅过了一年，她便吞生鸦片自杀了。

姜长白不敢再续弦，他成天在外面闲逛，有时赌上几把，有时嫖个妓女，有时抽上几口。每当囊中羞涩时，他总是会去找曹七巧，刚开始七巧还有些可怜他，渐渐也只让他滚。

长安又回到了“小七巧”的状态，她叉着腰，对这个世界充满怨恨与不满。她时常暴怒，对家里的丫鬟、老妈子冷嘲热讽。七巧再也不提给嫁人一事，长安也再也不和七巧说上一句话。

七巧半躺在床上，手边放着烟枪。窗外皎洁的月光泻下，好似曾经她在麻油铺当姑娘时看到的一般。她的眼前突然出现朝禄那年轻的脸庞。

朝禄（半羞赧半开玩笑地）：“巧姐儿，等我攒够钱，就娶你回家好不？”

曾经的七巧轻轻给了朝禄一巴掌。

曹七巧（羞红了脸）：“嗐，你说什么呢！别乱开这种玩笑！”

曹七巧至今还能记起朝禄略微失望的模样。

她摸了摸自己胸前挂着的金锁，这一生像电影般在她的脑海中不断闪回。她知道她儿子女儿恨毒了她，她婆家的人恨她，她娘家的人恨她，就连她自己也恨毒了她。她左手腕上的玉镯子，还是当姑娘时带上的。她侧过身，用右手徐徐将这镯子向上推，竟然推到了腋下。

她又穿着蓝夏布衫裤，镜面乌绫镶滚，这件衣裳不知道从何时起竟如此大了。她直直地盯着前方，少女时代对邻家少年的悸动，嫁入姜家后承受的屈辱，自己当家后对子女与金钱的掌控，在如今的七巧看来，全是荒唐中带着些许心酸。眼角的泪水滑落，她把脸侧向头底下的荷叶边小洋枕，凑上脸去揉擦了一下。

朝禄的脸庞又突然浮现在了她的眼前，似乎是在等待一个答案。

曹七巧已经没有任何力气了，她只觉得脑袋昏昏沉沉的，四肢已然麻木，意识也逐渐模糊了。

曹七巧（艰难地长大嘴巴，面部有些狰狞）：“好”。

她闭上了双眼，脸上残留最后一滴眼泪，她就由它挂在腮上，渐渐自己干了。

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渐渐淡出的、皎洁月光泻下的场景。

叠印字幕：剧终。

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戲曲作家關漢卿《竇娥冤》：「花有重開日，人無再少年。不須長富貴，安樂是神仙」。

「少年，總會讓人聯想到青春、美好、戀愛等詞彙。歲月是把刀，鋒利且迅速，人還沒有反應過來時，身上便被刻下了歲月的痕跡。」

語本宋．蘇軾〈送安惇秀才失解西歸〉詩：「舊書不厭百回讀，熟讀深思子自知。」形容文章寫得好，百看不煩，耐人尋味。如：「《紅樓夢》是一本百讀不厭的古典小說。」

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花有重開日，人無再少年。不須長富貴，安樂是神仙。

我做官人勝別人，告狀來的要金銀；若是上司當刷卷，在家推病不出門。

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你道是天公不可期，人心不可憐，不知皇天也可從人願。做甚麽三年不見甘霖降？也只為東海曾經孝婦冤。如今輪到你山陽縣。這都是官吏每無心正法，使百姓有口難言。[3

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編輯

〔卜兒蔡婆上，詩云〕花有重開日，人無再少年。不須長富貴，安樂是神仙。老身蔡婆婆是也，楚州人氏，嫡親三口兒家屬。不幸夫主亡逝已過，止有一箇孩兒，年長八歲，俺娘兒兩箇，過其日月，家中頗有些錢財。這裏一箇竇秀才，從去年問我借了二十兩銀子，如今本利該銀四十兩。我數次索取，那竇秀才只說貧難，沒得還我。他有一箇女兒，今年七歲，生得可喜，長得可愛，我有心看上他，與我家做箇媳婦，就准了這四十兩銀子，豈不兩得其便。他說今日好日辰，親送女兒到我家來，老身且不索錢去，專在家中等候，這早晚竇秀才敢待來也。〔沖末扮竇天章引正旦扮端雲上，詩云〕讀盡縹緗萬卷書，可憐貧殺馬相如，漢庭一日承恩召，不說當罏說子虛。小生姓竇，名天章，祖貫長安京兆人也。幼習儒業，飽有文章；爭柰時運不通，功名未遂。不幸渾家亡化已過，撇下這箇女孩兒，小字端雲，從三歲上亡了他母親，如今孩兒七歲了也。小生一貧如洗，流落在這楚州居住。此間一箇蔡婆婆，他家廣有錢物；小生因無盤纏，曾借了他二十兩銀子，到今本利該對還他四十兩。他數次問小生索取，教我把甚麼還他？誰想蔡婆婆常常著人來說，要小生女孩兒做他兒媳婦。況如今春榜動，選場開，正待上朝取應，又苦盤纏缺少。小生出於無柰，只得將女孩兒端雲送與蔡婆婆做兒媳婦去。〔做嘆科，雲〕嗨！這箇那裏是做媳婦？分明是賣與他一般。就准了他那先借的四十兩銀子，分外但得些少東西，勾小生應舉之費，便也過望了。說話之間，早來到他家門首。婆婆在家麼？〔卜兒上，雲〕秀才，請家裏坐，老身等候多時也。〔做相見科。竇天章雲〕小生今日一徑的將女孩兒送來與婆婆，怎敢說做媳婦，只與婆婆早晚使用。小生目下就要上朝進取功名去，留下女孩兒在此，只望婆婆看覷則箇。〔卜兒雲〕這等，你是我親家了。你本利少我四十兩銀子，兀的是借錢的文書，還了你；再送與你十兩銀子做盤纏。親家，你休嫌輕少。〔竇天章做謝科，雲〕多謝了婆婆，先少你許多銀子，都不要我還了，今又送我盤纏，此恩異日必當重報。婆婆，女孩兒早晚呆癡，看小生薄面，看覷女孩兒咱。〔卜兒雲〕親家，這不消你囑付，令愛到我家，就做親女兒一般看承他，你只管放心的去。〔竇天章雲〕婆婆，端雲孩兒該打呵，看小生面則罵幾句；當罵呵，則處分幾句。孩兒，你也不比在我跟前，我是你親爺，將就的你；你如今在這裏，早晚若頑劣呵，你只討那打罵喫。兒嚛，我也是出於無柰。〔做悲科，唱〕

【仙呂•賞花時】我也只為無計營生四壁貧，因此上割捨得親兒在兩處分。從今日遠踐洛陽塵，又不知歸期定准，則落的無語闇消魂。 〔下〕

〔卜兒雲〕竇秀才留下他這女孩兒與我做媳婦兒，他一徑上朝應舉去了。〔正旦做悲科，雲〕爹爹，你直下的撇了我孩兒去也！〔卜兒雲〕媳婦兒，你在我家，我是親婆，你是親媳婦，只當自家骨肉一般。你不要啼哭，跟著老身前後執料去來。〔同下〕

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人生天地之間，若白駒之過郤，忽然而已。注然勃然，莫不出焉；油然漻然，莫不入焉。已化而生，又化而死，生物哀之，人類悲之。解其天弢，墮其天𧙍，紛乎宛乎，魂魄將往，乃身從之，乃大歸乎！

莊子說：「人生天地之間，若白駒之過郤，忽然而已。」其中 「郤（ㄒㄧˋ）」通「隙」，整句話則是感嘆人停留在天地間的時間如此短暫，生命消逝之疾速，就像白駒那樣快速奔馳過狹小縫隙。但另有人以為，莊子話中的「白駒」指的是白色的「駒影」，也就是日影，「白駒過郤」則是指白色的日影移動迅速，從縫隙中一閃而逝。其實無論「白駒」是白色駿馬，或是白色日影，整個詞語的比喻義都是相同的。後來「白駒過隙」這句成語就從這裡演變而出，用來比喻時間過得很快。

例如在《三國演義》第一○七回中，蜀漢名將姜維曾說：「人生如白駒過隙，似此遷延歲月，何日恢復中原乎？」姜維跟隨諸葛亮北伐四次，以一統中原為志業，此話中便表達出他的急切，似乎唯恐時間過得太快，志業未竟而身先死。

後來在《金瓶梅詞話》第二回中亦有：「白駒過隙，日月攛梭，纔見梅開臘底，又早天氣回陽。」同樣是用「白駒過隙」來說時光流逝、時令變遷之疾速。

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金瓶梅詞話第二回

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白駒過隙，日月如梭，才見梅開臘底，又早天氣回陽。一日，三月春光明媚時分，金蓮打扮光鮮，單等武大出門，就在門前簾下站立。約莫將及他歸來時分，便下了帘子，自去房內坐的。一日也是合當有事，卻有一個人從帘子下走過來。自古沒巧不成話，姻緣合當湊著。婦人正手裡拿著叉竿放帘子，忽被一陣風將叉竿颳倒，婦人手擎不牢，不端不正卻打在那人頭上。婦人便慌忙陪笑，把眼看那人，也有二十五六年紀，生得十分浮浪。頭上戴著纓子帽兒，金鈴瓏簪兒，金井玉欄桿圈兒；長腰才，身穿綠羅褶兒；腳下細結底陳橋鞋兒，清水布襪兒；手裡搖著灑金川扇兒，越顯出張生般龐兒，潘安的貌兒。可意的人兒，風風流流從帘子下丟與個眼色兒。這個人被叉竿打在頭上，便立住了腳，待要發作時，回過臉來看，卻不想是個美貌妖嬈的婦人。但見他黑鬒鬒賽鴉鴒的鬢兒，翠彎彎的新月的眉兒，香噴噴櫻桃口兒，直隆隆瓊瑤鼻兒，粉濃濃紅艷腮兒，嬌滴滴銀盆臉兒，輕裊裊花朵身兒，玉纖纖蔥枝手兒，一捻捻楊柳腰兒，軟濃濃粉白肚兒，窄星星尖翹腳兒，肉奶奶胸兒，白生生腿兒，更有一件緊揪揪、白鮮鮮、黑裀裀，正不知是甚麼東西。觀不盡這婦人容貌。且看他怎生打扮？但見：

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頭上戴著黑油油頭髮鬏髻，一逕里縶出香雲，周圍小簪兒齊插。斜戴一朵並頭花，排草梳兒後押。難描畫，柳葉眉襯著兩朵桃花。玲瓏墜兒最堪誇，露來酥玉胸無價。毛青布大袖衫兒，又短襯湘裙碾絹紗。通花汗巾兒袖口兒邊搭剌。香袋兒身邊低掛。抹胸兒重重紐扣香喉下。往下看尖翹翹金蓮小腳，雲頭巧緝山鴉。鞋兒白綾高底，步香塵偏襯登踏。紅紗膝褲扣鶯花，行坐處風吹裙跨。口兒里常噴出異香蘭麝，櫻桃口笑臉生花。人見了魂飛魄喪，賣弄殺俏冤家。

三國演義/第107回

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目錄三國演義◀上一回第百零七回 魏主歸政司馬氏 姜維兵敗牛頭山下一回▶

　　卻說司馬懿聞曹爽同弟曹羲、曹訓、曹彥並心腹何晏、鄧颺、丁謐、畢範、李勝等及御林軍，隨魏主曹芳，出城謁明帝墓，就去畋獵。懿大喜，即到省中，令司徒高柔，假以節鉞行大將軍事，先據曹爽營；又令太僕王觀行中領軍事，據曹羲營。懿引舊官入後宮奏郭太后，言爽背先帝託孤之恩，奸邪亂國，其罪當廢。郭太后大驚曰：「天子在外，如之奈何？」懿曰：「臣有奏天子之表，誅奸臣之計，太后勿憂。」太后懼怕，只得從之。懿急令太尉蔣濟、尚書令司馬孚，一同寫表，遣黃門齎出城外，逕至帝前申奏。懿自引大軍據武庫。早有人報知曹爽家。其妻劉氏急出廳前，喚守府官問曰：「今主公在外，仲達起兵何意？」守門將潘舉曰：「夫人勿驚，我去問來。」乃引弓弩手數十人，登門樓望之。正見司馬懿引兵過府前，舉令人亂箭射下，懿不得過。偏將孫謙在後止之曰：「太傅爲國家大事，休得放箭。」連止三次，舉方不射。司馬昭護父司馬懿而過，引兵出城屯於洛河，守住浮橋。

　　且說曹爽手下司馬魯芝，見城中事變，來與參軍辛敞商議曰：「今仲達如此變亂，將如之何？」敞曰：「可引本部兵出城去見天子。」芝然其言。敞急入後堂。其姊辛憲英見之，問曰：「汝有何事，慌速如此？」敞告曰：「天子在外，太傅閉了城門，必將謀逆。」憲英曰：「司馬公未必謀逆，特欲殺曹將軍耳。」敞驚曰：「此事未知如何？」憲英曰：「曹將軍非司馬公之對手，必然敗矣。」敞曰：「那日司馬教我同去，未知可去���？」憲英曰：「職守，人之大義也。凡人在難，猶或卹之。執鞭而棄其事，不祥莫大焉。」敞從其言，乃與魯芝引數十騎，斬關奪門而出。

　　人報知司馬懿。懿恐桓範亦走，急令人召之。範與其子商議。其子曰：「車駕在外，不如南出。」範從其言，乃上馬至平昌門，城門已閉，把門將乃桓範舊吏司蕃也。範袖中取出一竹版曰：「太后有詔，可即開門。」司蕃曰：「請詔驗之。」範叱曰：「汝是吾故吏，何敢如此！」蕃只得開門放出。範出到城外，喚司蕃曰：「太傅造反，汝可速隨我去。」蕃大驚，追之不及。人報知司馬懿。懿大驚曰：「智囊洩矣！如之奈何？」蔣濟曰：「駑馬戀棧豆，必不能用也。」懿乃召許允、陳泰曰：「汝去見曹爽，說太傅別無他事，只是削汝兄弟兵權而已。」許、陳二人去了。又召殿中校尉尹大目至；令蔣濟作書，與目持去見爽。懿分付曰：「汝與爽厚，可領此任。汝見爽說吾與蔣濟指洛水爲誓，只因兵權之事，別無他意。」尹大目依令而去。

　　卻說曹爽正飛鷹走犬之際，忽報城內有變，太傅有表。爽大驚，幾乎落馬。黃門官捧表跪於天子之前。爽接表，拆封令近臣讀之。表略曰：

征西大都督太傅臣司馬懿，誠惶誠恐，頓首謹表：臣昔從遼東還，先帝詔陛下與秦王及臣等，升御床，把臣臂，深以後事爲念。今大將軍曹爽，背棄顧命，敗亂國典；內則僭擬，外專威權；以黃門張當爲都監，專共交關；看察至尊，伺候神器；離間二宮，傷害骨肉；天下洶洶，人懷危懼：此非先帝詔陛下及囑臣之本意也。臣雖朽邁，敢忘往言？太尉臣濟、尚書臣孚等，皆以爽為有無君之心，兄弟不宜典兵宿衛，今奏永寧宮皇太后，令敕臣表奏施行。臣輒敕主者及黃門令，罷爽、羲、訓吏兵，以侯就第，不得逗遛，以稽車駕；敢有稽留，便以軍法從治，臣輒力疾將兵，屯於洛水浮橋，伺察非常。謹此上聞，伏干聖聽。

　　魏主曹芳聽畢，乃喚曹爽曰：「太傅之言若此，卿如何裁處？」爽手足失措，回顧二弟曰：「為之奈何？」羲曰：「劣弟亦曾諫兄，兄執迷不聽，致有今日。司馬懿譎詐無比，孔明尚不能勝，況我兄弟乎？不如自縛見之，以免一死。」言未畢，參軍辛敞、司馬魯芝到。爽問之。二人告曰：「城中把得鐵桶相似，太傅引兵屯洛水浮橋，勢將不可復歸，宜早定大計。」正言間，司農桓範驟馬而至，謂爽曰：「太傅已變，將軍何不請天子幸許都，調外兵以討司馬懿耶？」爽曰：「吾等全家皆在城中，豈可投他處求援？」範曰：「匹夫臨難，尚欲望活！今主公身隨天子，號令天下，誰敢不應？豈可自投死地乎？」

　　爽聞言不決，惟流涕而已。範又曰：「此去許都，不過半宿。城中糧草，足支數載。今主公別營軍馬，近在闕南，呼之即至。大司馬之印，某將在此。主公可急行，遲則休矣！」爽曰：「多官勿太催逼，待吾細細思之。」少頃，侍中許允、尚書令陳泰至。二人告曰：「太傅只為將軍權重，不過要削去兵權，別無他意。將軍可早歸城中。」爽默然不語。又只見殿中校尉尹大目至。目曰：「太傅指洛水為誓，並無他意。有蔣太尉書在此。將軍可削去兵權，早歸相府。」爽信為良言。桓範又告曰：「事急矣，休聽外言而就死地！」

　　是夜曹爽意不能決，乃拔劍在手，嗟嘆尋思；自黃昏直流涕到曉，終是狐疑不定，桓範入帳催之曰：「主公思慮一晝夜，何尚不能決？」爽擲劍而嘆曰：「我不起兵，請願棄官，但為富家翁足矣！」範大哭，出帳曰：「曹子丹以智謀自矜，今兄弟三人，真豚犢耳！」痛哭不已。許允、陳泰令爽先納印綬與司馬懿。爽令將印送去。主簿楊綜扯住印綬而哭曰：「主公今日捨兵權自縛去降，不免東市受戮也。」爽曰：「太傅必不失信於我。」於是曹爽將印將綬與許、陳二人，先齎與司馬懿。眾軍見無將印，盡皆四散。爽手下只有數騎官僚。到浮橋時，懿傳令，教曹爽兄弟三人，且回私宅；餘皆發監，聽候敕旨。爽等入城時，並無一人侍從。桓範至浮橋邊，懿在馬上以鞭指之曰：「桓大夫何故如此？」範低頭不語，入城而去。

　　於是司馬懿請駕拔營入洛陽。曹爽兄弟三人回家之後，懿用大鎖鎖門，令居民八百人圍守其宅。曹爽心中憂悶。羲謂爽曰：「今家中乏糧，兄可作書與太傅借糧。如肯以糧借我，必無相害之心。」爽乃作書令人持去。司馬懿覽書，遂遣人送糧一百斛，運至曹爽府內。爽大喜：「司馬公本無害我之心也！」遂不以為憂。

　　原來司馬懿先將黃門張當捉下獄中問罪。當曰：「非我一人，更有何晏、鄧颺、李勝、畢範、丁謐等五人，同謀篡逆。」懿取了張當供詞，卻捉何晏等勘問明白，皆稱三月間欲反。懿用長枷釘了。城門守將司蕃，告稱桓範矯詔出城，口稱太傅謀反。懿曰：「誣人反情，抵罪反坐。」亦將桓範等皆下獄，然後押曹爽兄弟三人並一干人犯，皆斬於市曹，滅其三族；其家產財物，盡抄入庫。當時有曹爽從弟文叔之妻，乃夏侯令女也：早寡而無子，其父欲改嫁之，女截耳自誓。及爽被誅，其父復將嫁之，女又斷去其鼻。其家驚惶，謂之曰：「人生世間，如輕塵棲弱草，何至自苦如此？且夫家又被司馬氏誅戮已盡，守此欲誰爲哉？」女泣曰：「吾聞：『仁者不以盛衰改節，義者不以存亡易心。』曹氏盛時，尚欲保終；況今滅亡，何忍棄之？此禽獸之行，吾豈爲乎！」懿聞而賢之，聽使乞子自養，爲曹氏後。後人有詩曰：

弱草微塵盡達觀，夏侯有女義如山。丈夫不及裙釵節，自顧鬚眉亦汗顏。

　　卻說司馬懿斬了曹爽，太尉蔣濟曰：「尚有魯芝、辛敞斬關奪門而出，楊綜奪印不與，皆不可縱。」懿曰：「彼各為其主，乃義人也。」遂復各人舊職。辛敞嘆曰：「吾若不問於姊，失大義矣！」後人有詩讚辛憲英曰：

為臣食祿當思報，事主臨危合盡忠。辛氏憲英曾勸弟，古今千載頌高風。

　　司馬懿饒了辛敞等，仍出榜曉諭：但有曹爽門下一應人等，盡皆免死；有官者照舊復職；軍民各守家業。內外安堵。何、鄧二人死於非命，果應管輅之言。後人有詩讚管輅曰：

傳得聖賢真妙訣，平原管輅相通神。鬼幽鬼躁分何鄧，未喪先知是死人。

　　卻說魏主曹芳封司馬懿爲丞相，加九錫。懿固辭不肯受。芳不准，令父子三人同領國事。懿忽然想起：「曹爽全家雖誅，尚有夏侯霸守備雍州等處，係爽親族，倘驟然作亂，如何隄備？必當處置。」即下詔使往雍州，取征西將軍夏侯霸赴洛陽議事。夏侯霸聽知，大驚，便引本部三千兵造反。有鎮守雍州剌史郭淮，聽知夏侯霸反，即率本部兵來，與夏侯霸交戰。淮出馬大罵曰：「汝既是大魏皇族，天子又不曾虧汝，何故背反？」霸亦罵曰：「吾祖父於國家多建勳勞，今司馬懿何等人，滅吾曹氏宗族，又來取我，早晚必思篡位。吾仗義討賊，何反之有？」淮大怒，挺槍驟馬，直取夏侯霸。霸揮刀縱馬來迎。戰不十合，淮敗走，霸隨後趕來。忽聽得後軍吶喊，霸急回馬時，陳泰引兵殺來。郭淮復回。兩路夾攻，霸大敗而走，折兵大半；尋思無計，遂投漢中來降後主。

　　有人報與姜維，維心不信，令人體訪得實，方教入城。霸拜見畢，哭告前事。維曰：「昔微子去周，成萬古之名。公能匡扶漢室，無愧古人也。」遂設宴相待。維就席問曰：「今司馬懿父子掌握重權，有窺我國之志否？」霸曰：「老賊方圖謀逆，未暇及外。但魏國新有二人，正在妙齡之際，若使領兵馬，實吳、蜀之大患也。」維問：「二人是誰？」霸告曰：「一人見爲秘書郎，乃潁川長社人；姓鍾，名會，���士季；太傅鍾繇之子；幼有膽智。繇嘗率二子見文帝。會時年七歲，其兄毓年八歲。毓見帝惶懼，汗流滿面。帝問毓曰：『卿何以汗？』毓對曰：『戰戰惶惶，汗出如漿。』帝問會曰：『卿何以不汗？』會對曰：『戰戰慄慄，汗不敢出。』帝獨奇之。及稍長，喜讀兵書，深明韜略。司馬懿與蔣濟皆稱其才。一人見爲掾吏，乃義陽人也；姓鄧，名艾，字士載。幼年失父，素有大志。但見高山大澤，輒窺度指畫，何處可以屯兵，何處可以積糧，何處可以埋伏。人皆笑之，獨司馬懿奇其才，遂令參贊軍機。艾爲人口吃，每奏事必稱『艾，艾』。懿戲謂曰：『卿稱艾艾，當有幾艾？』艾應聲曰：『鳳兮鳳兮，故是一鳳。』其資性敏捷，大抵如此。二人深可畏也。」維笑曰：「量此孺子，何足道哉！」

　　於是姜維引夏侯霸至成都，入見後主。維奏曰：「司馬懿謀殺曹爽，又來賺夏侯霸，霸因此投降。目今司馬懿父子專權，曹芳懦弱，魏國將危。臣在漢中有年，兵精糧足；臣願領王師，即以霸為鄉導官，進取中原，重興漢室，以報陛下之恩，以終丞相之志。」尚書令費禕諫曰：「近者，蔣琬、董允，皆相繼而亡，內治無人。伯約只宜待時，不宜輕動。」維曰：「不然，人生如白駒過隙，似此遷延歲月，何日恢復中原乎？」禕又曰：「孫子云：『知彼知己，百戰百勝。』我等皆不如丞相遠甚，丞相尚不能恢復中原，何況我等？」維曰：「吾久居隴上，深知羌人之心；今若結羌人為援，雖未能克復中原，自隴而西，可斷而有也。」後主曰：「卿既欲伐魏，可盡忠竭力，勿墮銳氣，以負朕命。」於是姜維領敕辭朝，同夏侯霸逕到漢中，計議起兵。維曰：「可先遣使去羌人處通盟，然後出西平，近雍州。先築二城於麴山之下，令兵守之，以為犄角之勢。我等盡發糧草於川口，依丞相舊制，次第進兵。」是年秋八月，先差蜀將句安、李歆同引一萬五千兵，往麴山前連築二城。句安守東城，李歆守西城。

　　早有細作報與雍州剌史郭淮。淮一面申報洛陽，一面遣副將陳泰引兵五萬來麴山與蜀兵交戰。句安、李歆各引一軍出迎；因兵少不能抵敵，退入城中。泰令兵四面圍住攻打，又以兵斷其漢中糧道。句安、李歆城中糧缺。郭淮自引兵亦到，看了地勢，忻然而喜；回到寨中，乃與陳泰計議曰：「此城山勢高阜，必然水少，須出城取水；若斷其上流，蜀兵皆渴死矣。」遂令軍士掘土堰斷上流。城中果然無水。李歆引兵出城取水，雍州兵圍困甚急。歆死戰不能出，只得退入城去。句安城中亦無水，乃會了李歆，引兵出城，併在一處；大戰良久，又敗入城去。軍士枯渴。安與歆曰：「姜都督之兵，至今未到，不知何故。」歆曰：「我當捨命，殺出求救。」遂引數十騎，開了城門，殺將出來。雍州兵四面圍合，歆奮死衝突，方纔得脫；只落得獨自一人，身帶重傷，餘皆沒於亂軍之中。是夜北風大起，陰雲布合，天降大雪；因此，城內蜀兵分糧化雪而食。

　　卻說李歆殺出重圍，從西山小路行了兩日，正迎著姜維人馬。歆下馬伏地告曰：「麴山二城，皆被魏兵圍困，絕了水道。幸得天降大雪，因此化雪度日。甚是危急。」維曰：「吾非救遲：為聚羌兵未到，因此誤了。」遂令人送李歆入川養病。維問夏侯霸曰：「羌兵未到，魏兵圍困麴山甚急，將軍有何高見？」霸曰：「若等羌兵到麴山，二城皆陷矣。吾料雍州兵，必盡來麴山攻打。雍州城定然空虛，將軍可引兵徑往牛頭山，抄在雍州之後。郭淮、陳泰必回救雍州，則麴山之圍自解矣。」維大喜曰：「此計最善！」於是姜維引兵望牛頭山而去。

　　卻說陳泰見李歆殺出城去了，乃謂郭淮曰：「李歆若告急於姜維，姜維料吾大兵皆在麴山，必抄牛頭山襲吾之後。將軍可引一軍去取洮水，斷絕蜀兵糧道；吾分兵一半，逕往牛頭山擊之；彼若知糧道已絕，必然自走矣。」郭淮從之，遂引一軍暗取洮水。陳泰引一軍逕往牛頭山來。

　　卻說姜維兵至牛頭山，忽聽得前軍發喊，報說魏兵截住去路。維慌忙自到軍前視之。陳泰大喝曰：「汝欲襲吾雍州！吾已等候多時了！」維怒，挺槍縱馬，直取陳泰。泰揮刀而迎。戰不三合，泰敗走。維揮兵掩殺。雍州兵退回。占住山頭。維收兵就牛頭山下寨。維每日令兵搦戰，不分勝負。夏侯霸謂姜維曰：「此處不是久停之所。連日交戰，不分勝負，乃誘兵之計耳，必有異謀。不如暫退，再作良圖。」正言間，忽報郭淮引一軍取洮水，斷了糧道。維大驚，急令夏侯霸先退。維自斷後。陳泰分兵五路趕來。維獨拒五路總口，戰住魏兵。泰勒兵上山，矢石如雨。維急退到洮水之時，郭淮引兵殺來。維引兵往來衝突。魏兵阻其去路，密如鐵桶。維奮死殺出，折兵大半，飛奔上陽平關來。前面又一軍殺到；為首一員大將，縱馬橫刀而出。那人生得圓面大耳，方口厚脣，左目下生個黑瘤，瘤上生數十根黑毛，乃司馬懿長子驃騎將軍司馬師也。維大怒曰：「孺子焉敢阻吾歸路！」拍馬挺槍，直來刺師。師揮刀相迎。只三合，殺敗了司馬師，維脫身逕奔陽平關來。城上人開門放入姜維。司馬師也來搶關，兩邊伏弩齊發，一弩發十矢，乃武侯臨終時所遺「連弩」之法也。正是：

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包青天 (1974年電視劇)

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關於與「包青天 (1974年電視劇)」標題相近或相同的條目，請見「包青天 (消歧義)」。

《包青天》是臺灣中華電視台於1974年4月8日至11月3日期間播出的古裝國語連續劇，每集30～40分鐘 (含廣告)，華視節目部製作，製作人為田文光與邊啟明，儀銘主演（後期兼任執行製作）。原本計畫製作30集，但播出後大受歡迎，華視節目部便不斷延長集數，最後共播出350集，創下當時臺灣電視劇播映集數最高紀錄[1]。由於大受歡迎，本劇播至中期時，華視應觀眾要求增加播出時間，將原本的周一至周日晚上20:00～20:30時段加長10分鐘播至20:40，並在《華視晚間新聞》之前增闢18:50～19:30的時段，變成每天播出兩集。

事实速览 包青天, 類型 ...

概要

本劇內容主要是描述古代中國民間故事中，宋朝最家喻戶曉的名臣包拯擔任開封府尹期間，所審理過的一些奇特刑案；由儀銘扮演包拯，也成為他的電視劇代表作品。本劇曾獲得1975年第11屆金鐘獎電視金鐘獎「大眾娛樂性節目優等獎」與「個人技術獎演技獎」（儀銘）。

2020年10月，華視將本劇數位化版本上傳至YouTube「華視懷舊頻道」，但仍有部份集數未完整收錄，且未必顯示華視首播時手寫字幕。

包青天 (1993年電視劇)

1993年至1994年台灣華視首播的電視劇

關於與「包青天 (1993年電視劇)」標題相近或相同的條目，請見「包青天 (消歧義)」。

《包青天》（英語：Justice Pao）是中華電視公司八點檔連續劇，製作單位開全傳播，播出期間1993年2月23日至1994年1月18日，共236集。

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簡介

本劇內容主要是描述古代中國民間故事中，宋朝包拯擔任開封府府尹期間所審理過的一些奇特刑案。全劇以單元劇的方式���現，原計畫製作15集，但播出後收視率出乎意料之佳，開全傳播乃不斷延長故事，結果總共跨年製播236集，是華視第二部古裝長壽單元劇（前面一部為儀銘主演的1974年版《包青天》，後面一部則為廖峻主演的《施公奇案》）。標題採用書畫家王王孫題字（字幕未列名）。

1993年2月8日，本劇於廣播電視大廈中國廣播公司攝影棚（中廣棚）開鏡，華視總經理張家驤主持開鏡儀式[1]。本劇由金超群飾演包拯，范鴻軒飾演公孫策，何家勁飾演南俠展昭，號稱「鐵三角」；合作原班人馬陸續演出多齣包公劇。本劇主要拍攝地點為華視第七攝影棚，華視綜藝節目《金曲龍虎榜》第176集播出報榜主持人杜雯來此採訪拍戲實況及訪問何家勁。本劇外景拍攝地點為中國電影文化城。

1993年8月，無綫電視購入本劇香港播映權，在翡翠台播出創下高收視率[2]，隨後在中國大陸、東南亞及南韓也受歡迎，在當年掀起了一陣「包青天熱潮」；而亞洲電視亦於1994年4月開始在本港台播映，最後引起當年香港「雙包事件」（兩台同播一劇互爭收視）[3]。另外，本劇啟用了不少演藝圈時下新人如宋達民、宋逸民、焦恩俊等人。

《少年包青天》是中國大陸古裝電視連續劇系列，現已總共拍攝了3部共125集，分別於2000年、2001年、2006年首播。由北京電視台、上海東方電視台聯合出品，在中國各省級電視台熱播，故事主要講述包青天、公孫策和展昭的推理破案、愛情故事，屬於古裝、懸疑、勵志類型電視劇。

少年包青天I

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本劇描述少年包拯在校，赴京趕考時所發生的故事。共40集。

該劇因抄襲[注 1] ，甚至照搬了日本推理漫畫《金田一少年事件簿》和《名偵探柯南》的手法，而受到廣泛的批評。但該劇同時也是目前3部系列中，口碑最���的。原因都包括：演員演的投入、人物形象定形、美女眾多、手法沒用太多以至劇情不順等。

《少年包青天Ⅱ》是由劉毅擔任編劇，胡明凱、曾謹執導，陸毅、任泉、釋小龍、范冰冰、李慕、佟大為等主演的古裝懸疑劇。 該劇於2001年8月16日在北京二台黃金時段播出。 該劇承接《少年包青天Ⅰ》，講述正在鄉下教書的包​​斯坦收到皇上急召回京，查辦因為貪污案造成多名官員死亡的案件。

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兩年前，包拯接到一封信，便匆匆離開家園，之後音訊全無。這些年裡，每當有奇案發生，公孫策便會趕赴現場，目的其實是為了尋找包拯。因公孫策諳遼語，仁宗遂委公孫策為禮部侍郎，前往宋遼邊境洽談議和。在邊境小鎮，公孫策和展昭遇到了大包——失去記憶成為妓院小雜工的包拯。失憶後的包拯傻裡傻氣，常被妓院裡的小丫鬟小蠻欺負。妓院老闆及遼國大官相繼神秘被殺，包拯找到了真凶，真凶欲殺包拯滅口，但他卻因禍得福恢復了記憶。

公孫策領著包拯及小蠻回到京城，得仁宗召見。仁宗邀得東瀛高僧至中土論道，派包拯代替自己前往參神。東瀛高僧帶來了神武天皇傳下的三大神器，據傳聞神武天皇，正是當年被秦始皇派往東海尋找神仙的徐福。守護三大神器的僧人相繼被殺，包拯終破了此案，同時，亦參悟出三大神器的秘密。原來，內裡藏有一地圖，可尋到寶物天芒。仁宗認為天芒很可能就是徐福當年給秦始皇煉製的長生不死藥，包拯得皇命尋找天芒，遂領著小蠻、公孫策及展昭上路了。

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包拯定遠縣上任，在門口設鳴冤鼓，以便百姓可以直接上告。展昭押地方惡霸皮熊擊鼓告狀，包拯將其治罪。張別古買下一烏盆，發現烏盆含冤，狀告至定遠縣縣衙，包拯順利破案。

包拯任期三年，升官端州知州。包拯路遇王朝、馬漢、張龍、趙虎攔路打劫，展昭出現解救，四人請求跟隨包拯。包拯投宿白馬寺，遇落第書生公孫策，包拯遊說公孫策一同前往端州。

包拯上任端州知州三年，升官上任開封府尹。陳州飢荒，安樂侯龐昱奉旨賑災卻私吞賑銀。宋仁宗封包拯為欽差去陳州查賑，仁宗御賜御札三道。公孫策將仁宗「御札三道」改為「御鍘三刀」，並連夜造出三口鍘刀「龍頭鍘」（火龍鍘）、「虎頭鍘」、「狗頭鍘」（犬頭鍘）。仁宗賜包拯三口鍘刀，皆有先斬後奏之權。

陳州通判林豐不滿安樂侯所為，預將所見面呈皇上；安樂侯反誣告林豐私吞賑銀，將其關押。龐昱要將林豐斬首，展昭劫法場救出林豐。展昭去見包拯將林豐之事告知包拯，包拯審龐昱，開鍘之時龐太師趕到，龐太師言明聖旨將到包拯不得鍘龐昱，包拯表示無見到聖旨，堅持鍘了龐昱。

回京宋仁宗大怒將包拯打入大牢。包拯有難展昭欲闖禁宮，林豐請展昭帶奏摺相助，展昭夜闖禁宮將林豐奏摺與陳州萬名書交給仁宗，包拯無罪釋放，皇上欣賞展昭，封為四品帶刀護衛並賜「御貓」之名暫借開封府使用。

陷空島錦毛鼠白玉堂不滿展昭「御貓」封號，預找展昭決戰，展昭不肯。白玉堂夜探皇宮留書皇上，仁宗不滿白玉堂不將皇家放在眼裏，命開封府捉拿白玉堂。

白玉堂闖開封府，取盜開封府官印，指名展昭到陷空島。展昭前去陷空島決鬥，打敗白玉堂，白玉堂告知官印並未離開開封府，展昭帶包拯親眼所見官印在開封府大堂橫樑之上，證明白玉堂並未盜取官印。

白玉堂協助打退打劫的馬賊，又巧救太監陳琳，包拯以白玉堂協助破案請皇上赦免白玉堂，加上陳琳替白玉堂求情，仁宗原諒白玉堂，賜名五鼠為「五義」。

白玉堂留書出走，路上遇洪玉嬌與丫環鎖兒被盜賊打劫，出手救下，因洪玉嬌隨行人員皆死於盜賊，白玉堂護送洪玉嬌回鄉祭祖，洪玉嬌告知白玉堂自己全村被人屠殺，全村死於非命，兇手未明，連日來相處白玉堂與洪玉嬌談婚論嫁，但一日白玉堂醒來發現洪玉嬌二人不告而別。

白玉堂於萬花樓找到洪玉嬌。洪玉嬌於萬花樓演出，大將軍姚維看上洪玉嬌，洪玉嬌邀請姚維房間內延席，姚維摒退身邊的人，姚維與洪玉嬌單獨房中，丫環索兒求救白玉堂，白玉堂趕到帶走洪玉嬌，姚維死於房中。開封府下令追查，隔日洪玉嬌投案開封府，言明姚維是她所殺與白玉堂無關，因姚維被髮簪插入斃命，包拯懷疑洪玉嬌無此力道殺人，而後白玉堂投案表示姚維是他所殺，他才有此能力殺人。公孫策找到物證說明應該是洪玉嬌殺人的可能性較大，包拯用計，洪玉嬌說出預謀殺人原因，原來姚維乃當年屠殺全村之人，包拯因情有可原判牢獄之刑。

中牟縣孕婦連續被殺，當縣縣令范桐許久未破案，懸賞請賞金獵人艾虎暗中協助破案，范桐不敢上報開封府，賞金是由縣中善人孔儒捐贈。其中受害者家屬上告開封府，開封府介入調查，原來兇手藏匿於孔儒府中，兇手為幫孔儒延年益壽乃盜取紫河車，孔儒原名童祿，也是艾虎殺父仇人，童祿以艾虎之母尚在人間求艾虎手下留情，結果被一黑衣人滅口，艾虎師傅認得滅口之人是尚書管家楚戈。

艾虎前去尚書府找楚戈，結果被楚戈所傷，被田氏母女相救，得知田媽是小時候奶娘，其女是艾虎之姐艾玉蓉，艾虎本名艾玉荷。楚戈上告開封府艾虎夜闖尚書府，艾虎被通緝，玉蓉將其扮回女裝艾玉荷，艾玉荷到開封府尋求展昭相助，開封府查出艾虎之父艾政，乃是尚書大人馮浩為了得到艾虎母親，派楚戈將之殺害，現尚書夫人是艾虎母親葉芳，艾虎得知無法原諒母親，葉芳得知當年真相，自盡艾政靈前，馮浩亦選擇自盡，艾虎姐妹與田氏難過不已。

歐陽春與西夏公主李元貞相戀，但因元貞是西夏與大宋進貢特使，所以李元昊不允許元貞和歐陽春成親。元貞公主帶汗血寶馬進貢途中被劫，開封府得知與馬幫有關，展昭找前任幫主歐陽春協助，打聽到劫走元貞公主的是塗強，塗強早就離開馬幫。

展昭歐陽春查到，幕後主使是靖邊侯郭亮，郭亮為了挑起宋夏之間戰爭，綁架西夏特使，最後包拯查出主使，欲逮捕郭亮，郭亮潛逃。

元貞姑姑德琳公主與逃亡中郭亮勾結，要求包拯當大宋使臣送信給元昊報告元貞已安全抵達，並要雷莎保護元貞回京，但私下告知要雷莎會有人途中相劫要雷莎在途中殺了元貞，幸被歐陽春所救，歐陽帶走元貞。

包拯一行人往西夏途中，因公孫策展昭私下拆開信件得知德琳公主陰謀，繼續前往西夏預告知元昊。雷莎不相信殺元貞是元昊的主意，帶傷直奔西夏，告知元昊，元昊也得知德琳陰謀，派其弟元昌接見包拯，與包拯返回大宋，包拯回京德琳被捕。

展昭與雷莎去找歐陽春與元貞，歐陽春以郭亮尚未入網，無法保證元貞安全，元貞暫不回京，雷莎留下來保護元貞，展昭回去覆命。郭亮找到元貞，雷莎為保護元貞殉職，郭亮後死於歐陽春之手，元貞回京。

維基百科：

包拯

包拯（999年3月5日—1062年7月3日），字希仁，廬州合肥（今安徽省合肥市肥東）人，北宋人，官至從二品樞密副使、朝散大夫、給事中、上輕車都尉，封東海郡開國侯、食邑一千八百戶、食實封四百戶，賜紫金魚袋。贈禮部尚書、諡號「孝肅」。包拯以清廉公正聞��於世，被後世稱譽為「包青天」，又被譽為「中國司法之神」。

仕途

宋仁宗天聖五年（1027年）中丁卯科進士[1]，授大理評事（從八品下），知建昌縣；以父母年老，沒有赴任。又監和州稅收，其父母不想讓他離開，於是一直在家鄉侍奉父母。幾年之後，他的父母親相繼去世，包拯在雙親的墓旁築起草廬，直到守喪期滿[2]。調知天長縣。任滿後，調任端州（廣東肇慶）知州。回京任監察御史里行，又改監察御史，為「言事官」(又稱言官)（對處事不當、行事不法的官僚，都可以進行彈劾）。為懲治貪官，宋仁宗慶曆四年（1044年），他向宋仁宗上書《乞不用贓吏》，認為清廉是人們的表率，而貪贓則是「民賊」。包拯七次上書彈奏江西轉運使王逵，揭露他「心同蛇蠍」、殘害百姓，並嚴厲批評宋廷的任官制度。宋仁宗皇祐二年（1050年）至三年間，包拯知諫院，三次彈劾皇室外戚張堯佐，稱其「真清朝之穢污，白晝之魑魅」，又審清妖人冷青冒充皇子案，震動朝野。

宋仁宗嘉祐元年12月（1057年1月），包拯以龍圖閣直學士權知開封府[3]，至嘉祐三年六月離任，前後只有一年有餘。但在這短短的時間內，把號稱難治的京城開封府，治理得井井有條。敢於懲治權貴的不法行為，堅決抑制開封府吏的驕橫之勢，並能夠及時懲辦誣賴刁民。包拯公正廉明、明察秋毫、鐵面無私、斷案如神，因此受人敬仰。

宋仁宗嘉祐六年（1061年），他進入「二府」成為北宋最高決策機關成員（從二品樞密副使）後，衣著飲食和器具依然「如布衣時」，是古代中國清官的典型代表，民間諺語有云：「關節不到，有閻羅包老。」包拯為人嚴正，殊少笑容，時人以「黃河清」比喻包拯之笑。曾與包拯同朝為官的歐陽修、司馬光，乃至後世如朱熹、劉敞等，對包拯皆有正面評價。

少年是幾歲到幾歲？

（四）少年之年齡標準：按國內法律對於兒少之定義，「兒童」係指未滿12歲之人，「少年」則係指12歲以上未滿18歲之人。 調降法定成年年齡之際，有關少年之年齡標準或可重新檢視審酌，惟須注意者，《兒童權利公約》已將兒童年齡定為18歲以下。

中國傳統成 年禮

男女，以二十歲為成年。依據禮記所載：「男子二十為弱冠，冠字，成年之道。」又禮記雜記篇所載：「女子未許嫁者，二十則笄。」周禮所載：「女子以許嫁者，笄而禮之，稱字。」此即男女均以二十歲為成年，女子若未滿二十歲而以嫁者，亦視之為成年。我國現行民法，即依據我國固有習慣而規定「滿二十歲為成年。」[1]

豆蔻

本是植物名，代指十三四歲的少女。杜牧《贈別》詩：「娉娉裊裊十三餘，豆蔻梢頭二月初。」後因謂女子十三四歲為「豆蔻年華」。

►舞勺之年

指男孩子十三至十五歲期間。據《禮記》記載：勺，一種樂舞，古未成童者習之。舞勺指未成童者學習勺舞。

►及笄（jī）

女子十五歲。古代女子滿十五歲結髮，用笄貫之，因稱女子未滿十五歲為及笄。

►志學之年

十五歲。語出自《論語·為政》：「子曰：『吾十有五而志於學。』」後稱十五歲為「志學之年」。

束��

男子十五歲，通常年十五歲始稱成童。古代男孩成童時束髮為髻，因以為成童的代稱。

►舞象之年

指男子的十五到二十歲，也是成童的代名詞，原本是古武舞名。

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　　包拯，字希仁，廬州合肥人也。始舉進士，除大理評事，出知建昌縣。以父母皆老，辭不就。得監和州稅，父母又不欲行，拯即解官歸養。後數年，親繼亡，拯廬墓終喪，猶裴徊不忍去，里中父老數來勸勉。久之，赴調，知天長縣。有盜割人牛舌者，主來訴。拯曰：「第歸，殺而鬻之。」尋復有來告私殺牛者，拯曰：「何為割牛舌而又告之？」盜驚服。徙知端州，遷殿中丞。端土產硯，前守緣貢，率取數十倍以遺權貴。拯命制者才足貢數，歲滿不持一硯歸。

　　尋拜監察御史裏行，改監察御史。時張堯佐除節度、宣徽兩使，右司諫張擇行、唐介與拯共論之，語甚切。又嘗建言曰：「國家歲賂契丹，非禦戎之策。宜練兵選將，務實邊備。」又請重門下封駁之制，及廢錮贓吏，選守宰，行考試補蔭弟子之法。當時諸道轉運加按察使，其奏劾官吏多摭細故，務苛察相高尚，吏不自安，拯於是請罷按察使。

　　去使契丹，契丹令典客謂拯曰：「雄州新開便門，乃欲誘我叛人，以刺疆事耶？」拯曰：「涿州亦嘗開門矣，刺疆事何必開便門哉？」其人遂無以對。

　　曆三司戶部判官，出為京東轉運使，改尚書工部員外郎、直集賢院，徙陝西，又徙河北，入為三司戶部副使。秦隴斜穀務造船材木，率課取於民；又七州出賦河橋竹索，恆數十萬，拯皆奏罷之。契丹聚兵近塞，邊郡稍警，命拯往河北調發軍食。拯曰：「漳河沃壤，人不得耕，刑、洺、趙三州民田萬五千頃，率用牧馬，請悉以賦民。」從之。解州鹽法率病民，拯往經度之，請一切通商販。除天章閣待制、知諫院。數論斥權幸大臣，請罷一切內除曲恩。又列上唐魏鄭公三疏，願置之坐右，以為高抬貴手。又上言天子當明聽納，辨朋黨，惜人才，不主先入之說，凡七事；請去刻薄，抑僥倖，正刑明禁，戒興作，禁妖妄。朝廷多施行之。除龍圖閣直學士、河北都轉運使。嘗建議無事時徙兵內地，不報。至是，請：「罷河北屯兵，分之河南兗、鄆、齊、濮、曹、濟諸郡，設有警，無後期之憂。借曰戍兵不可遽減，請訓練義勇，少給餱糧，每歲之費，不當屯兵一月之用，一州之賦，則所給者多矣。」不報。徙知瀛州，諸州以公錢貿易，積歲所負十餘萬，悉奏除之。以喪子乞便郡，知揚州，徙廬州，遷刑部郎中。坐失保任，左授兵部員外郎、知池州。復官，徙江寧府，召權知開封府，遷右司郎中。

　　拯立朝剛毅，貴戚宦官為之斂手，聞者皆憚之。人以包拯笑比黃河清，童稚婦女，亦知其名，呼曰「包待制」。京師為之語曰：「關節不到，有閻羅包老。」舊制，凡訟訴不得徑造庭下。拯開正門，使得���前陳曲直，吏不敢欺。中官勢族築園榭，侵惠民河，以故河塞不通，適京師大水，拯乃悉毀去。或持地券自言有偽增步數者，皆審驗劾奏之。

　　遷諫議大夫、權御史中丞。奏曰：「東宮虛位日久，天下以為憂，陛下持久不決，何也？」仁宗曰：「卿欲誰立？」拯曰：「臣不才備位，乞豫建太子者，為宗廟萬世計也。陛下問臣欲誰立，是疑臣也。臣年七十，且無子，非邀福者。」帝喜曰：「徐當議之。」請裁抑內侍，減節冗費，條責諸路監司，御史府得自舉屬官，減一歲休暇日，事皆施行。

　　張方平為三司使，坐買豪民產，拯劾奏罷之；而宋祁代方平，拯又論之；祁罷，而拯以樞密直學士權三司使。歐陽修言：「拯所謂牽牛蹊田而奪之牛，罰已重矣，又貪其富，不亦甚乎！」拯因家居避命，久之乃出。其在三司，凡諸管庫供上物，舊皆科率外郡，積以困民。拯特為置場和市，民得無擾。吏負錢帛多縲系，間輒逃去，並械其妻子者，類皆釋之。遷給事中，為三司使。數日，拜樞密副使。頃之，遷禮部侍郎，辭不受，尋以疾卒，年六十四。贈禮部尚書，諡孝肅。

　　拯性峭直，惡吏苛刻，務敦厚，雖甚嫉惡，而未嘗不推以忠恕也。與人不苟合，不偽辭色悅人，平居無私書，故人、親黨皆絕之。雖貴，衣服、器用、飲食如布衣時。嘗曰：「後世子孫仕宦，有犯贓者，不得放歸本家，死不得葬大塋中。不從吾志，非吾子若孫也。」初，有子名繶，娶崔氏，通判潭州，卒。崔守死，不更嫁。拯嘗出其媵，在父母家生子，崔密撫其母，使謹視之。繶死後，取媵子歸，名曰綖。有奏議十五卷。

吳奎

趙抃

唐介

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