I’m the White Pig Nobleman, but With the Memories of My Previous Life, I’ll Raise My Little Brother

Just the seventh day after I found the wild bulbs in the back yard of the mansion, I came for a walk while singing my routine, and I found something unfamiliar.

Surrounded by bright red wild bulbs, a round of luxurious large wheeled peony.

It's not such a strange combination because both peony and wild bulbs wear blooming seasons, but until yesterday there were no peony buds in the wild.

When I wonder, my legs go to Peony on their own.

It's just that for one round, the quiet bloom is as majestic as a beautiful queen sitting in Rin, and for some reason I can't get my eyes off her. On the contrary, he approached the flowers, like a feather worm drawn to the flutter and fire.

Its peony, seen in front of it, is as lustrous and multifolded as a petal woven in superb silk.

This peony is not normal.

A sweet incense pushes me so hard that I'm going to get fluffy and drunk when I inhale.

Originally, peony depends on the type, but it does not emit strong incense in one round. Yet from this beautiful peony drifts a good incense that is like a peach, or a rose, or a plum, or a raven or a horn.

I guess words that say they don't seem like things in this world should be used at times like this. When I felt that way, the poem slipped from my mouth.

"Drop out, red, spit out Fang." Drop out, start, spit out Fang.

A Famous Summoning Hundred Kao: A Famous Summoning to Be King of Hundreds of Flowers

Competitive Gloss "Competing Gloss

Monopoly Human First Incense: Monopoly Human First Incense "

In the Chinese poems and doings of the poets of the previous world, the meaning is: 'Peony begins to bloom after all the flowers have been scattered. Its good name is called "King of Hundreds of Flowers". Peony boasts the unrivalled luster of the heavens and monopolizes the most fragrant floral status in the world' or something like that.

Well, I mean, long live the peony! The feeling of "me" and "me" seems to have come out very dauntingly.

Looking at the flowers inadvertently, suddenly the peony gleams and shifts into the shape of a person.

Hair that may even have a peony ankle is glossy, and there is no voice surprised by the appearance of a woman wearing a crying black child in her cool eyes, a hiccups costume like that worn by the heroine and princess of the previous world's "Kyoto Theatre". Oh, but something, like I've seen this guy before?

"Hmm, seeing the peony of a concubine and letting her sing a poem instantly is a child with poetry talent inside. I like it, I'll give you a name."

"... is, eh?

Too surprised and voiceless to put me on my ass, and a beautiful woman laughs out.

"Oh, my God, yeah. Whatever poetry is talented to sing poems praising concubines, they are still children. I don't know if I understand."

"Ah, yes, my name is Kikunoi, the eldest son of the Earl Kikunoi family."

When she breaks her knee and forehead on the spot feeling she had to do so for some reason, the woman nods "yeah" again.

"Courteous kids are where they like to be. My name is Phoenix Butterfly, and my name is Princess Baihua. You know what I mean?

Stiffens perfectly to the words that are taken for granted.

I don't know.

I feel like I've seen it before, but I don't remember the name at all.

My stiffness makes my princess's eyebrows uncomfortable. But I'm sure this kind of person shouldn't piss you off.

Head down, squeeze out the words.

"I'm sorry to bother you. Until the other day, I sat arrogantly and deaf to the teachings of the adults around me. Perhaps the princess's name was taught more than the adults around her, but let's sit down and listen to it. So... the..."

"I don't know the name of my concubine,"

"Yes, I don't see you very well."

"I'm a disrespectful little boy. Well, fine. Forgive me for apologizing this time. … Once again, the concubine is Princess Baihua, the goddess of flowers, greenery, healing and grace who presides over the abundance of the earth."

Kufu and red drawn lips draw the three moons this time. Whatever the beauty does, every single one of them seems to have an elegant atmosphere, unlike ordinary people.

In love, the princess waves a fan stretched with a silk or some transparent cloth that you had in your hand.

"Is this a children's mansion, huh?

"Yes... no, it's the house of the Kikunai family, to be exact"

"Hmm, strange rhetoric. Horn of the rabbit. This is a garden for children. I stayed in the wild bulb of this garden more than seven days ago, but I listened to the song more than that day."

"Ah... that's deafening, please."

"Don't apologize. The concubine likes the poem of the song. The concubine is also alive for a long time, but she was entertained by a song she had never heard. Then the concubine revealed herself in an attempt to thank me for the pleasure."

I blued once and for all, as opposed to the princess, who pleasantly narrows her eyes.

Neither the song nor the poem I was telling you about, Princess, was made by me.

Knowledge of the previous world's 'me' and the moves to make it memorable.

I'm not shameless enough to say it's my own, and I can't be disrespectful enough to deceive the goddess.

In a hurry I tell you about my strange body and the memory of the previous world, and then that the songs and poems I was telling the princess did not come out of me. Then, the princess raised a single eyebrow, this time with a pranky grin.

"He's an asshole kid. Such a thing, if you keep quiet, don't figure it out. Well, fine. Even songs written by others continued to be dedicated to concubines for seven days. And the concubine received it as an offering. If the consideration is not paid correctly, there will be distortion. Therefore, the concubine has to give me what I deserve. Give as much as you can."

With that said, the princess suddenly pierced the medulla oblongata as she circled around me.

"Go!?

"What. Shout out loud, it can't be."

"Yes, no, because Eunzu... Busu...!?

"Hmm, I pushed the meridian of the magic nerve that was stretching with my neck. Now the magic nerves are firmly rooted in the body and stretched throughout the body. Be able to use magic."

"Ugh!? Thanks!

"Besides, I don't think you have the shape... but your voice is good. Besides, the song isn't bad, but it's not good. Not so good... come and sing every day starting tomorrow. Comfort the boredom of your concubine."

"Oh, no, but..."

"Knowledge of the previous world, but it has nothing to do with concubines. Concubines should be comforted by boredom, and if the songs and poems you know are not in this world, concubines can enjoy it better. If you forget your respect for your great otherworldly ancestors, you'll be no different than a bard performing an old poet's song in public. God's life is absolute. I'm telling you to come sing, so don't stick around and come every day from tomorrow. That's all. Reply!"

"Yes!

You must not defy one of these hands. It's important, so I'll repeat it twice.

The princess seemed convinced by the words she gave back momentum, and when she waved the fan, her figure had disappeared like smoke.

Seriously.