Bring the samurai to Sutsu, if that's a boring greeting.

Pretending to be fascinated by the view of the garden, it's boring not to stop by the curtains.

When we are busy with something and halfway estranged from each other, a strange reluctance works.

"What the hell are you doing?"

On the face of a pond that looked down, there was a familiar face.

"The (boring) story of the inheritance race is out of the question, but I had trouble talking about it where I turned my legs.... Count, how about a Tachibana collar pattern? Is there any surplus I can turn to Wang Du?

"That's what we're going to talk about in the backyard. But I see, is it correct not to show your face in front of Lina? Let's hope for more dough than flowers."

I guess I expected a shadow, a carp with a face making my mouth pound.

Count Tachibana, who muttered with pleasure at the mercy of one, began to throw Asa with his accustomed hand.

One extraordinarily big one who rode himself out all the way, shaking his head to the left and right.

A massive scattered spill caused small ripples, which eventually boiled the water.

"Is it Nushi's job to distribute sasa to young people?"

There is no way to walk with rice wheat handed out.

I associate myself with the stupidity of a young man seeking grain under the responsibility of the Civil and Military Departments, and I work to coordinate with a young man who has been blessed with his work (commercial opportunity), and mouth to mouth that "I'm going to go for a drink because I think I can hear a good story from a certain Count" etc... even if he has been told that tradition and glory Kingsguard Squadron Commander, etc., everyday business is like that.

"I should have served as squadron leader for about six months, too, hey. I guess that means if it's too much throat."

If Tachibana's right, he can't be left to do it for more than six months.

That is also set for the first half of the year. To make him stand as an angel at the May festival.

"Maybe he helped you with the murder, Hiro. In your case."

Adjustment, spoken. The content is done with a legitimate administration of responding to murder.

A chair pickup game for the rights contest, where His Majesty is willing...... that's what the story comes out of if you have enough clothing.

"I didn't feel like pointing my foot at this station, maybe"

Thank you for the murder, huh? How dare you not think about it?

Although it is also easier to approach than Raina, who avoids it from the point of mouth.

I felt like I heard a voice coming from inside the curtain. No, it was happening.

If you look back at the signs of blurring, Stutz will run over here.

"He talked about the itchiness of Iwamori and so on. Ya in the garden, the fun of the mountains, and the beauty of everyone in the hall"

I think you have good guts.

"Normal Samurai doesn't mean that" and other excuses were flushed by the spiral of the pond.

"'If you talk to all the women, you may not be told such a secret word. Please, leave me alone, such as a despicable baron with all the views of the garden,' and I've been invited to the curtains."

Sleeve me up and rejoice in a young guest's visit. Shh.

While handing out opportunities for the women to meet Sutsu.

"That's what kept your sinister face on the compote of tomatoes deposited by Hiro. How you couldn't even let go and praise before you were extremely despicable." If Norimoto Tachibana likes you, I will not deliver it to you with confidence. "

It's a murder, the people of Rikkyo are hungry, I can't help but bring that story to the Back Palace (here).

Hungry isn't suffering from hunger, it's my job to tell Rayna that.

"You have no mercy, this young man. It's the difference between heaven and earth from the Baron when he was laying down his family name."

It was swinging good for my little girl.

I remember Sutsu's raw warm gaze from such inclusive laughter.

"Now that I have carried my family name, should I keep it as much as I am afraid of later? More than that, Hiro. When it comes to tomatoes, it's all about what you can soak in cheap liquor. Can you tell me if it's okay? … Fortunately, our Tachibana family can also afford to be loose."

Some people don't like alcohol. The dried persimmons are good too, but I asked for the look of the mistletoe. I hear it's also good to soak it in ice...... such recipes and crop information, whether it's ever equivalent.

It's sweet at the end of the square, but the stiffness of the heta is troublesome, and the bombing of the ripe persimmon can't be irritating... after the boy carefully creates a confused look at the elderly.

"'It is a heartwarming thought that touches abundant fruit. Would you wish for an escort when I leave this to Baroness Dexter's invitation', from the Lord."

Worth the wait.

They got the murder response, and the first point.

"The correct answer to dough over flowers is no colour."

I guess I should have served it with flowers and then made it into a compote. What colours do you see and the fragrance that goes with it?

Either way.

"It still seems to be swinging like a good"