Kusuriya no Hitorigoto

With his unmotivated face, Lihuai (Rihaku) looked at the light of the swinging lights from above the walls. Feast by day, feast by night, and the real part of the feast is the night.

"Wow, that sounds fun"

said the undersecretary sitting next to him.

A child who has just finished his former uniform, but being able to pass the exam to become a martial officer, albeit an apprentice, is quite an arm.

Among those who came in this year, Li Bai thinks they are teasing and tend to work out originally.

I'm staying at the castle tonight. The martial arts officers always make sure that there are a certain number in the castle. Now that I've come out of nothing, I don't need to bother to go out and watch, but I also keep a lookout for newcomers because desk work (desk work) doesn't suit me sexually either.

The formal feast takes place from morning to noon, but then it can be said that real pleasure awaits at night.

Of course, it's the festival-loving high-ranking officials who do it. On the north side of the capital is a luxury residential area inhabited by high-ranking officials. Some of the big ones in there seemed to enjoy it without worrying about the oil bill, and the lights were also well visible from above the walls.

"Isn't that fun?"

Li Bai was also escorted by his boss and taken to the feast several times, but he didn't. The only fun part is some officials who can float in booze. For the lower end, you have to notice the senior officials there

Still, the luggage was white because the other person was the other person. No, maybe it wasn't fun because they were.

What Libai was called was the feast of a heavy minister in the army known as Rahan, who was once again a stranger and a famous man. If he were called to the man's house, what would he do, he would come to the Kagura Games.

Li Bai, whose beard was still thin, weaved the woman's clothes and became the wings dancing with red on the white paint. At the time, the body would have been creepy enough to do it.

But it is also true that thanks to this we are now in a position. Libai's father is a local official, which equates to having no back shield to be a martial officer in the Wang capital. While a man who is clearly less capable than himself is superior only to his family, that Rahan recommended that he become a civilian with a hard brush when he sees the man on a feast.

I thought it was all of a sudden, but the superior officer really left the military the next day, and I thought it was even more so because it was something like he was currently emerging as a civilian.

After that, it was also the recommendation of a man named Rahan that Libai put him in the position of superior officer.

He didn't know what he was thinking, and on top of that he has an annoying personality, but he only had an eye for people, and that had consequences.

In Rahan's case, if it was like this, but it was another feast, it must be a raccoon congregation where the belly-black thing is hidden.

The smell is troublesome, but where does the spark come from?

Speaking of which, Li Bai broke his finger as he leaned against the fence.

"First the little fire in the warehouse (Boya)"

According to the cat and cat words, it was an accident, but oddly enough, I was concerned about the luxury white. At that time, the ivory flue left from the cat and cat is still held by the luggage white.

It is the secret of luxury white that there is still a bit of baldness (hanging off) from the burns that I had at that time. Next time you go to the Green Green Hall, you will definitely be stroked by the white bell. I take an unexplained oath.

"Next, the guys at the tavern."

I wonder what it was, those guys.

In the end, I don't know what, I'm going through my days.

Libai has always been caught up in the person he met at that time, but he still can't remember.

And one more thing.

"Attempted poisoning of an officer."

At first it became a bit of a fuss, just treating it as food poisoning. He was a senior official with ties to the military, and Li Bai was also knowledgeable.

The other day, a senior official's brother was dusted in jail. It's a shame they're inside.

Was it because the poison treatment gave me, in the end, that I became an abolitionist, although my life was withheld, and that I could not do my job as I used to?

I remembered an official who was just doing the same job, squirming his head, "What are you going to do," splattering on his men. It seems to have been an important project.

The senior official's brother was running weird, Libai thought. Anyone who insists on not being guilty is going to jail. And because that cell is underground in the military, Li Bai often also encounters sinners.

Less, more when it comes to less.

This is something I've been worried about lately.

Libai is proud to say that it is not a bad idea, and I am convinced that it will continue to help.

So this is how I remembered it in a mundane way, not to think of it as a reminder.

As a result, I don't think I have a choice.

Li Bai moved his neck as he yawned. As it was, I realized I would fall asleep.

"Well, I'll be back"

"Uh, are you leaving already? Let's stay a little longer."

"Who the fuck thinks it's fun to be with a bastard?"

That being said, I tried to head down the stairs to the hypnotic room.

Then.

There is something noisy running down the bulkhead and cobblestone corridors.

He leads a man in white official clothes as he says "come quick" in a panicked voice. Probably a doctor.

"What's going on?

Libai heard as he walked alongside the men.

For a moment, the man looked very annoying, but when he ascertained the ball-decorated balls on the luggage white hips and the color of the room, he whispered.

"Za, the sinner. It's falling down with bubbles."

With that said, he was forced to pull the medical officer that was about to fall, down the stairs leading to the basement.

Libai put his head on the back when he stopped.

"I didn't blow a bubble."

I just thought it stinked no matter what I thought.