Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 252 Bumpkin

"Speak, are you mute?"

Fujiwara Yoshi stretched out his hand to grab Fushimi Shika's collar, trying to force him to bend over, but he failed, and ended up hanging on his chest like a sloth.

The latter was so angry that he planned to kick Fushimi Kakashi in the knee to force him to kneel down, and at the same time accuse him of obstructing official business and throw him into the police station to teach him a lesson for ten days or half a month.

Before he could do anything, he heard a cold, tired female voice from the other end of the porch: "He is my guest."

Fujiwara no Hiroshi turned around, and the others looked up. The Western-style clock hanging in the hall rang, and the eaves cast diamond-shaped spots of light. The princess was seen wearing plain silk, and her skin was three points paler than the newly pasted Tang paper on the paper door.

She stood under the arched porch, with a white jade hairpin in her hair and a teardrop mole at the corner of her eye, the light shimmering in her eyes like vortices in a koi pond. Her dark blue belt had seventeen pleats around her waist, and her figure was slender and graceful.

Fushimi Shika finally understood why Prince Fumihito died young.

Even Yuan Yuzi thought the princess was very beautiful, not just beautiful, but even more beautiful than her mother. She had already given birth to a child, but her skin was still so smooth and delicate. She was indeed worthy of being a princess.

Ono Ken hurried forward, stretched out his hand to support the mistress, and whispered to ask when Princess Kiko got up and whether she needed to eat. The latter did not answer, looked at Fushimi Shika for a moment, and said softly: "I'm sorry for my poor hospitality and for keeping you waiting... Please come in."

Fujiwara Takashi finally came back to his senses. He had been staring blankly just now. This woman's temperament was not comparable to those mediocre women out there... It was the first time he had encountered a situation where the mother was more beautiful than the daughter. It was probably because Prince Fumihito's genes were not strong, which lowered his daughter's appearance.

As soon as Princess Kiko spoke, he didn't want to bother with the psychic scammer, so he immediately said a few polite words to show his politeness, and then went into the reception room first.

The others followed closely behind and sat down on the futon. In the middle was a tea table, and Princess Kiko sat at the main seat, boiling water and making tea herself.

According to Japanese tea ceremony etiquette, neither the host nor the guest can speak until the water boils.

Gen Tamako was a daughter of a prominent family after all, so she knew the rule. She sat upright, with sunglasses on her chest, and said nothing. In order not to lose face, Yazaki Momo had done her homework and had studied the tea ceremony before coming here. She also sat upright and said nothing. Fushimi Shika had forgotten about this, but he could read the air, so he would not speak unless others spoke.

Only Fujiwara Yoshitaka was confused. After he sat down, he asked Ono Ken to get a fruit plate, but the latter ignored him. He was unhappy and turned to speak sarcastically to Princess Kiko, claiming that he would not hire such an inconsiderate maid.

Princess Kiko did not answer. She folded her hands, sat upright beside the futon, and waited quietly for the mountain spring water to boil.

Fujiwara Yoshi had gotten himself into trouble and felt even more unhappy, as if he had a lot of anger suppressed but had no place to vent it.

You stinky bitch, didn't you just marry a royal relative? Do you really think you can become a phoenix?
After waiting for a long time, the water in the teapot finally boiled. Princess Kiko picked up the teapot with a cotton cloth. The fire was burning brightly. She cleaned the tea set, brewed tea, made tea, and poured tea. Her movements were smooth and flowing, and the room was immediately filled with the aroma of tea.

"Ono Ken is not a servant. She has served me at home for more than ten years and regards me as her mistress. Naturally, I treat her like a family member." Princess Kiko said slowly.

Fujiwara Takashi's face turned red. No matter how stupid he was, he could tell that Princess Kiko was slapping him in the face in public.

This was not the end. Princess Kiko continued, "Mr. Fujiwara just scolded Miss Tamako for not knowing etiquette. Mr. Fujiwara, is it the right thing for a polite person to come here without asking for permission and to enter my house without permission?"

Fujiwara Takashi's face turned pale again after it had turned red. He was very angry, but he couldn't turn against Princess Kiko. As she said, she was a widow now, and anyone who dared to bully her would be slapping the face of the Japanese royal family. Even if they wanted to bully her, they couldn't be too ugly in public, at least they had to wait until the seventh day of Miss Akishino's death was over.

"I am concerned about Mako and want to come and observe the psychic ceremony. If that liar...well, if Ooe Hiji is really able to communicate with spirits, he will definitely be able to answer the private matters between Mako and me." Fujiwara Hō said with a stern face.

Momo Yazaki's eyes widened. She heard another shocking piece of news. She quietly reached into her pocket and pressed the recorder.

Gen Tamako was also shocked. Judging from Section Chief Fujiwara's tone, could it be that he was once Miss Akishino's boyfriend?
If you think about it carefully, they are a perfect match, with talent and beauty, and they come from the same social class.

Princess Kiko's expression finally changed. She tightened her lips, remained silent for a moment, and said, "I know Mako better than you do. There is no need for you to confront Madam Onoue... Fujiwara-kun, please go back."

"That's hard to say." Fujiwara Hyou smiled smugly, "There are some things that only men know."

Yuan Yuzi thought about it for three times before she understood what he meant. She immediately felt that Section Chief Fujiwara was a bit too much. If it were her, after her daughter's death, she would probably throw the scalding hot tea on Section Chief Fujiwara's face when she heard such obscure and obscene words.

Veins popped up on Princess Kiko's forehead. She took a deep breath and poured tea for everyone. The water flowed steadily without any mess.

"Fujiwara-kun, I want to thank you on behalf of Mako for your kindness," she said indifferently.

Fujiwara Takashi felt that he had overpowered the princess in terms of momentum. Seeing the princess being humiliated, he felt very happy. Even if he had sex with ten popular female stars, he wouldn't feel that happy.

Seeing that his mistress was humiliated, Ono Xuan could only change the subject and gestured for everyone to have some tea.

Yuan Yuzi picked up the teacup with both hands, took a sip, and her eyes lit up. She couldn't help but praise, "Good tea!"

Hearing this, Princess Kiko finally smiled a little: "My husband was a tea lover when he was alive. Thanks to him, I also know a little about the tea ceremony... This is the earliest Gyokuro tea this year, supplemented with fresh mountain spring water. How does it taste?"

Yuan Yuzi smacked her lips. Although her taste had not deteriorated, she had long since forgotten the knowledge she had learned in the tea ceremony class. She only knew how to drink the tea, but not how to praise it. In the end, she could only say dryly, "It tastes very good. Very good!"

"Tsk, you bumpkin."

Fujiwara no Takashi suddenly interrupted, claiming that truly wealthy people should drink red wine, which is more sophisticated and romantic, and only those nobles who are "on the decline" would drink tea to keep up appearances.

These words were too straightforward and Yuan Yuzi found them irritating.

But she thought again, maybe there was some conflict between her mother-in-law and son-in-law. As an outsider, she didn't know the whole story, so she shouldn't get involved in other people's family affairs.

But Fujiwara Takashi kept going too far, boasting about the long history of the wine estate and saying that tea leaves did not keep their value. After listening for a long time, Yuan Yuzi finally heard a familiar wine name. Fujiwara Takashi also said that he had spent a lot of money to collect a bottle. She couldn't help but complain in a low voice:
"What's the big deal? Fushimi-kun often uses it to soak his feet!"

The reception room suddenly became quiet, with only the crackling sound of burning charcoal in the stove.

(End of this chapter)