My mother's love song

Fujiwara no Takako did not answer, but her pupils trembled.

A complicated expression appeared on Duanli's face and her eyes gradually became moist.

"Oh, it looks delicious."

Zunzi did not answer, but picked up another senbei in silence.

Soon her cherry-like mouth was filled with Japanese confectionery.

"Are you okay, Zunzi? Eat slowly. Would you like some tea?"

The emperor picked up the teacup and handed it to Zunzi, who wolfed down the mouthful in his mouth and then accepted the tea from the emperor.

"How about it? The snacks sent by the Ogosho are delicious, right?" the emperor asked happily.

Tsk, what on earth are you so happy about?

Zunzi thought unhappily.

She turned away and said coldly, "It's not delicious at all."

"That's not what your expression says, huh?"

Fujiwara no Takako said angrily: "Humph! It just has a beautiful appearance and delicious taste. It is not something that can be served to Your Majesty!"

As he said this, Sonko secretly put away the lunch box hidden in his sleeve.

In fact, Zunzi also prepared a snack today and planned to enjoy it with Tianzi in love.

But compared to the Japanese confectionery I tasted today, the desserts that Tsuyoshi carefully made were not even up to par.

The dessert presented by the Ogosho was the most delicious sweets that Takako had eaten in recent times.

Not only does it have the delicacy of Japanese pastries, but it also has a strong mainland flavor, which reminded Tamamonomae of the immortal delicacies he tasted in the Shang Dynasty palace two thousand years ago. It was so delicious that he almost cried.

Fortunately I didn’t cry, otherwise it would have been too embarrassing.

The emperor ate the snacks happily and said, "My dear son, isn't it enough that the snacks have a good appearance and a delicious taste?"

"Far~ Far~ Not~ Enough~"

Zunzi grabbed the emperor’s sleeve and said indignantly and seriously: “Listen, your majesty.

Dim sum is something that must be made by hand with love!

Just like me, your son, I get up at the hour of Mao every day to prepare a lunch box for my beloved wife for Your Majesty, and add the seasoning called love to the dish. Only the food made in this way can be considered top-quality!

His Majesty the Great has only a great chef! The dessert he served lacks soul!"

After expressing her opinion in her favor, Fujiwara no Takako proudly put her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest.

"Do not……"

The emperor took a bite of the Kintsuba-yaki and said, "These Japanese confectionery were made by the Ogosho himself, right?"

"………………Why?"

Fujiwara Takako's smile froze.

Staring at the exquisite and tempting snack feast in front of her, she showed an expression of disbelief.

"These...were all made by His Majesty the Great?"

The emperor nodded: "That's right, that's why I said it was a token of my heart.

Although that guy said that these were all the leftovers from last night's meal that he and his wives had packed, and asked Yu not to take it to heart

Hmm? Is this what you mean by putting love into your cooking?

After all, that guy did it for his wives... Hey! Are you okay? Zunzi, why are you crying? "

"Wuwu...wuwu, Zunzi is not crying!"

Fujiwara no Takako wiped her tears with her furisode and spoke stubbornly while biting her lips.

"correct."

The emperor held Zunzi's hand tightly.

“Your Majesty!?”

"I would like to ask you to teach me the skills of making dim sum."

"Of course you can, just leave it to me, your good wife...but why?"

"I think I still feel bad about it. Next time, I'll make something for the Ogosho myself... hehe."

Tianzi scratched his cheek and said embarrassedly.

“Nani!? This is unforgivable! Even I haven’t tasted your Majesty’s cooking yet… No, that’s not the point.”

The corners of Tsunko's mouth trembled: "I have also heard the story of that Lord Ogosho... the Shogun. He is a warrior, right?"

"It is no exaggeration to say that he is the strongest warrior in the history of the Genji clan and one that I am very proud of."

"So he's a man, right?"

"The ladies of the Grand Palace often complain to me that he has too much energy at night."

The emperor blushed and whispered, "If only I could focus on my own woman..."

Over the past year, a large number of palace ladies-in-waiting and daughters of nobles have been murdered by the Ogosho, and even the emperor has heard of this.

"…………"

"Zunzi?"

Fujiwara no Takako's eyes turned dark and he fell headfirst into the emperor's arms.

“Guwu, I actually lost to a man in the attribute of [good wife and good mother]…嘤嘤嘤…”

"Oh, here it is. Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? You are being intimate with a woman in broad daylight... Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you are the emperor. Be careful or I will complain to Zhangzi-sama."

A frivolous and young voice came.

"Genji, you're here."

The emperor said happily: "It just so happens that I was just talking about you."

"...!?"

Tamamonomae, who had buried her face in the emperor's arms and pretended to cry, shuddered.

The person who came is His Majesty the Great!

He is the handsome man who took Your Majesty away from me!

Ah...why does the voice sound familiar?

"What about the woman I haven't seen before? Who is this?"

Rhodes looked curiously at the peach-haired woman who was sobbing in his arms.

Oh... why does the back look familiar?

"Come to think of it, Genji, you haven't met Takako yet. This is a rare opportunity, so let me introduce you two to each other."

As the emperor said this, he patted Zunzi's shoulder.

"Genji, this is the Fujiwara no Takako that I have been telling you about before..."

Tamamonomae escaped from the emperor's arms like a rabbit, straightened her appearance and bowed her head deeply.

"Please stand up, but please raise your head."

The young man sitting next to the emperor spoke casually to Fujiwara no Takako who saluted by placing three fingers on the ground.

"I am the Right Minister, the Shogun, and the General of the Shogunate, Minamoto no Hikaru. I hope you will give me your guidance in the future."

"I am... extremely terrified, Your Highness."

After saying this, Fujiwara no Takako slowly raised his head and looked at the general.

The most handsome man in Japan...

Rhodes also looked at her face with interest.

Japan's most beautiful woman...

Rod & Tamamonomae: What does it look like?

The moment their eyes met, they uttered "Ah" in unison.

"Why are you here, bitch!?"

"Motherfuck! How could it be you, a mother control!!!"

Chapter 726: Tens of Thousands of Years of Bad Fate~

During the nearly two years that he lived in Heian-kyo, Rhodes grew a lot.

The biggest change is probably his height. He has grown more than ten centimeters taller, which can be considered tall for his age.

Rhodes' appearance also changed from a cute and beautiful boy to a handsome and unparalleled man.

His ink-like long hair was tied into a ponytail at the back of his head. His dark pupils seemed to be able to see through the soul. The red makeup on the corners of his eyes diluted the sharpness of his eyes and softened his three-dimensional and neat facial features.

Her slender body and limbs look strong and well-proportioned, and even though she is wearing a thin and simple yukata, she exudes a natural and noble temperament.

Rumor has it in Heian-kyo that he was a beautiful man chosen by the sun goddess. It is no surprise that he is regarded as the most beautiful woman in Japan along with Fujiwara no Takako.

After spending three million words to finally grow from a [little kid] to a [teenager], Rod had mixed feelings.

In fact, this is not the first time that he has appeared in public in his current appearance of fourteen or fifteen years old.

That was in the mythological era tens of thousands of years ago.

Most of the Japanese archipelago is still in a barbaric era submerged by sea water.

At that time, Japan was divided into three realms: the heavenly world [Takamagahara] where the gods lived, the earthly world [Awahara China] where humans lived, and the underground world [Yoniku].

In the dark and lifeless land of Hades lived a goddess.

In the rumors of Awahara China and Takamagahara, she was described as the ugliest goddess in the Land of the Rising Sun, with pustules and maggots all over her body, emitting an unbearable stench all the time.

But Rhodes knew very well that she had a more beautiful appearance and a gentler heart than any god.

Under the black crown is a peerless beauty that perfectly fits the word "goddess".

With her neat and gorgeous facial features, it would not be surprising if she was mistaken for the goddess of beauty.

Her bright golden hair fell to her waist and her beautiful rosy eyes sparkled.

The pitch-black divine robe wrapped around her plump body, outlining the perfect female figure; her bare legs and feet looked like works of art created by nature.

The goddess who rules over the land of the dead, Izanami-no-Mikoto, the great god of Yomizu.

In the ancient times, the Mother Goddess of Creation stirred the world and created the earth with the artifact [Amazuma Spear]. Now she has turned into a flower in the underworld, guarding all living beings in heaven and on earth.

"I'm really glad you could come here to see me."

Izanami said as she reached out and stroked the hair of the boy who was acting coquettishly towards her.

He was a young man with the same long blond hair and red eyes. He buried his face between the voluptuous thighs, enjoying the goddess's lap with his face without any regard for etiquette.

Seeing his greedy look, Izanami smiled shyly.

"Every time you go down to the Land of the Dead, I am very worried, but selfishly I also think it would be great if I could see you again... Hehe, there was no danger on the way here, right?"

"Don't worry about me. You are well, and I am very happy to be able to talk to you like this."

The boy said without looking up.

"Oh... I'm so glad you think that way."

Izanami covered her cheek and said, "It would be great if there was a ritual vessel that could communicate between the Land of the Underworld and the outside world. That way I could chat with you every day."

“If something like that existed, the rules of this world and the other world would become chaotic,” the young man said.

"Haha... That's true. That would be troublesome."

The Mother Goddess of Creation ran her long fingers through the boy's hair and said with a faint smile.

"I hope that one day we will be able to usher in an era without death. Humans will no longer die and will no longer have to suffer in the underworld."