Black Lotus Tactics Manual

That night, Miao Miao was hugged back to her room by Mu Sheng.

It ’s not an ordinary back-hugging—because she drunk her arms around Mu Sheng ’s neck tightly after he was drunk, he picked her up as a carrot, Ling Miaomiao was sitting on his arm with his hands folded He hugged him to his shoulders and let him back, only showing a pair of wronged eyes.

Mu Sheng's thoughts are always floating, the road is a little stumbling, Ling Miaomiao is humming in his ear, and he repeats the nagging: "Children, you like me, like me ..."

"... Like." He freed a hand, patted her back comfortably, and stepped into the door.

"Don't like Sister Mu, like me, like me." Kyoko's eyes were chaotic, his forehead was soaked with sweat, and he looked very pitiful. He held his sleeve and repeated it, "Don't I like Sister Mu ... "

"..." He realized that she was not asking him along the way, but asking him.

It's just her mind ... Could it be that the last time I drank ...

As soon as he entered the door, she hugged her on the table and sat on the edge of the table without any bones. He stretched his hand to support her and supported her, looking down on her face. For a long time, she carefully helped her Messy hair on forehead: "We are married ..."

He has never spoken so softly in his life, "It's married, wonderful."

"Huh?" She stared at him in a daze, dragging out a long nasal sound, which seemed to take a long time to react. "Married?"

"Well." He took the opportunity to sit on the chair, took the back of her hand and kissed, inadvertently leaking the rich black in the eyes. "It's too late to regret, you are my own in this life."

Ling Miaomiao looked at him dumbly and didn't know what she was thinking. She just withdrew her hand and grabbed it with her backhand, holding his collar tightly and pulling towards her side.

With a lot of strength, someone who doesn't know looks from the side and thought she wanted to fight someone.

Facing each other, Mu Sheng let her move without moving, Ling Miaomiao looked at him, recognized for a long while, and took a long sigh of relief: "Great."

Her eyes moved, showing a satisfied smile: "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

After saying this, she let go of her hand and entered a quiet state of calm, smiling and letting go.

Mu Sheng stunned and immediately bullied her, with a complex light in his eyes: "Who are you waiting for?"

"..." Miao Miao raised her eyebrows and bitterly stared at him bitterly.

His throat knotted, reaching for her shoulders, and laying down the soft man on the table, holding the table with both hands, holding her in his empty space, leaning closer to her face, under her eyelashes Eyes dark: "Who are you waiting for?"

Miaomiao reached out anxiously and pushed the ponytail that he slid down from the side of her face. Her hair was swayed by her, and the hair was swept over her face. She leaned her head to hide, and answered at random: "You.

"I?"

"Hmm." She nodded her chin proudly, pointing to his nose, laughing with flowers twitching, "Black Lotus, it's you."

She showed a fascinating and sly smile, and seemed to be complacent because of some secrets he didn't know. The curly hair was scattered, and the hair was scattered, like a fluffy rabbit.

"..." His eyes were obsessed, his expression became innocent, and he couldn't help touching her cheek with her lips: "Why?"

She stretched out her thin fingers and tapped his face first, concisely saying: "Like ... Little White Lotus." Then he poked him in the chest, like a snake gently drilling softly in his arms: "The core is black of……"

She poked it and changed it into rubbing again, as if the person with a heartache was trying to relieve the pain, rubbing the clothes on his chest hard, feeling the palm and eyes were warm, and it broke out: "What the **** is black, Don't be a hero ... "

"laugh……"

Her words stopped abruptly, struggling to stretch her head, the teenager dangled two rows of compliant eyelashes, pinched her new year's clothes, the petticoat from the bottom up, tearing like paper, a little torn, crimson skirt Pushing up, the fat-like legs pressed against the black Nan wood table, a burst of coolness.

The flowers and leaves in the room were shaken, and fireworks outside the window continued until the three shifts.

In the middle of the night, red lanterns inside and outside Miyagi looked like fire, and the palace banquet opened in the middle of the night.

There was a repressed silence in Fengyang Palace, and only one lamp was lit in the darkness, reflected in the eyes of countless pairs of hopes, a little swaying orange red in the dark.

The woman in the red dress sitting sideways by the lamp lay on the floor, leaning halfway on the beauty slump, the light shone on her chin, the skin showed a cold and velvety texture, and a thin cicada hung on her fingertips The mask came out of the box.

Alchemists kneeling in a row, staring at the open box in the hands of the person who was kneeling straight ahead, dare not speak.

As the year approached, the emperor was busy dealing with the backlog of his desk, and he had not been able to attend to the harem for many days. Qin Tianjian became a world of Duanyang. Even during the festive days of the New Year, Emperor Ji couldn't close the door, and was enamored with the mask.

Because she could n’t satisfy Di Ji, she had secretly killed five people in ten days. Although there were many idle people who were supervised by Qin Tian, ​​she could n’t help her to grind like this, not to mention that they had determined that Di Ji had already Completely crazy.

The charming flowery face looked like a nightmare in their eyes.

Putting on the mask, Emperor Ji's index finger slowly smoothed the folds on the ear, and no one touched this completely different face. With a satisfied sigh, the mirror in front of her suddenly shivered gently. She looked up and found that it was The thin maid's hand trembling in the mirror.

"Pei Yun." She opened her lips gently, staring at her unnaturally blinking eyes, and smiled, "You said, like?"

Pei Yun had been ill once before, as if someone had absorbed his essence, so thin that only the skeleton was left, his eyes were unusually large, and he looked at Emperor Ji with anxiety: "Return to Your Highness ... like."

She stood up with interest and lifted Peiyun's chin, looking at her trembling lips: "It's exactly the same?"

"It's exactly ... exactly the same ... slaves ... almost indistinguishable." She stumblingly responded.

The present Emperor made her a little scared for no reason.

"Very good." Emperor Ji turned his face, and the glass-like chestnut pupil reflected a little light, even with a hint of smile, such a joyful expression appeared on this deserted face, looking a bit offended.

Several alchemists looked at each other, grabbed the ground with their heads, and said in unison: "Congratulations Emperor Ji."

Congratulations? Several people thought bitterly. Lying on the ground, she could only see the skirt that she dragged to the ground, as if it was imperviously covered in people's hearts.

"Change clothes, prepare horses." Duan Yang smiled and walked toward the inner hall quickly.

"Diji, where is Diji ..." Pei Yun held her, and it took a long time to persuade her to say, "Today ... Today is New Year's Eve, you didn't go to the palace banquet, for a while ... Your Majesty will definitely come Asked."

Duan Yang stopped and looked back at her outstretched arm. Her eyes turned to the few alchemists who knelt on the ground and dared not get up.

"By the way, I almost forgot one thing." For a while, she smiled slowly, "Everyone, hard work."

Beckoning, the guards in Fengyang Palace gathered around. The alchemists only heard the silver armor in their ears crashing and the shadows over their heads. They slowly looked up, only to see her smiling red lips open and close: On Huangquan Road ... be a companion. "

The sun hadn't risen yet, the red leaves outside the window were like fire, the leaves were covered with frost, and the chirping of the birds seemed to echo.

Liu Fuyi got up early in the morning and greeted Mu Yao who was walking out of the room.

"Fuyi, where are you going so early?" Mu Yao was a little surprised.

"Go to town and buy a new bamboo sieve." Liu Fuyi sighed and sighed his sleeves. "Our bamboo sieve let Miaomiao take it away, and if you buckle up the bird, you won't be able to use it."

Mu Yao thought of the picture, and Nijun couldn't help but curled his fingers against his mouth, maintaining the calm on the face.

"Yao'er, let's go together." Liu Fuyi smiled at her and naturally extended her hand. "They haven't gotten up yet and can't count on it."

Mu Yao blushed a little, knowing that no one was there, still looking like a thief with a guilty conscience, and then quickly put his hand on his hand.

A smile appeared on Liu Jun ’s face, holding her hand tightly, holding her out of the door.

In the New Year, the handicraft shop in the town was closed for most of the time. Only one family was still open, and there was no business.

The lady boss was lying absently on the counter, making bamboo baskets one after another. Even when Liu Fuyi stooped down to pick up the bamboo screen on the floor, she didn't look up.

"Show it to you." Liu Fuyi said, handing her bamboo sieve to her, the tone was very light, as if the child saw something good and was showing off to his companion.

Mu Yao shook his head, then embarrassedly said: "I ... I will not pick."

Liu Fuyi laughed and put it back: "It's all round, nothing to pick."

The shop has only two or three open rooms, very tight, the counter is in front, and the screen is blocked briefly in the back, which is the bedroom. The shadow of the man holding a few children passing by will occasionally flash out.

Mu Yao looked around, and the furnishings were extremely old, with several holes in the roof and a tank for rainwater. It ’s really a family situation that I want to come to, and I ca n’t rest in the New Year.

Liu Fuyi also saw this, picked the bamboo basket, gave an extra piece of broken silver when paying, and smiled gently: "Thanks to the store is open, otherwise I don't know where to buy the bamboo screen."

The proprietress opened a pleasant smile and thanked her.

"Mother!" A little boy bypassed the screen and ran barefoot to the counter, holding an open box in his arms, "Can I get some money from it?"

The wooden box was filled with gadgets, the bottom was broken silver, and there were a few pearls, about the clothes left by the nobles, and they came running all the way, making a loud noise.

The contents of the box were obviously very precious to them. The face of the boss lady changed instantly, grabbed the box and hugged her in her arms, and scolded: "Come on! You let you run around with it."

She scolded the child a few words, reaching for the box.

Mu Yao inadvertently glanced down at her head, and suddenly turned to walk.

"What's wrong?" Liu Fuyi turned her back, and saw her eyes staring straight into the box, her face pale, "Yaoer?"

Mu Yao walked over a few steps, looking at a piece of paper hanging vertically on the side of the box. The yellow paper only showed a corner, and a complex faded totem was drawn on the corner.

Liu Fuyi followed her gaze for a long while, and reacted, the pattern ...

She held out her finger to the box. "That, can I see it?"

The proprietress looked at her and pulled out the kraft paper suspiciously. It turned out to be thick. It was an envelope. The envelope looked a bit older. The corners were yellow and brittle.

Mu Yao's eyes were fixed on the totem drawn on the envelope: "This is the symbol of my Mu family."

"Ah." The proprietress narrowed her eyes and seemed to think for a long while. "Are you surnamed Mu?"

Mu Yao raised his head and eagerly said: "I am the current owner of the Mu family, my name is Mu Yao ..."

"No." The lady boss shook her head. "I don't know you."

She thought hard for a long time: "This letter is to be returned, about six or seven years ago."

"There is a foreign woman named Bai who is very beautiful." She gestured. "She has been here for a few days and seems to be looking for someone."

"She heard that my man is working at the dock and can ask someone to bring a letter, so I wrote two letters here, one for the surnamed Mu and one for ... the surnamed Bai, probably the maiden.

"The surname is white, this." She pointed to the letter. "I didn't send it out. The person who sent it was returned. When she returned, she had already left. I wanted to open it. Keep it. "

The Mu Family's logo on the letter is both a shock and a seal. The envelope is printed and the content is top secret and not known to outsiders.

Six or seven years ago, wasn't it ... just before the door was destroyed?

Bai Jin went to Wufang Town at that time.

Mu Yao opened her mouth and her voice was dry: "Bai Jin ... it's my mother." She held out her hand. "Can ... Can you show me?"

Her fingertips were printed on the envelope, and the light shimmered, and the symbol disappeared. Mu Yao and Liu Fuyi glanced at each other, shaking their hands and pulling out the letter.

"Adult parents:

Female Bai Jin went to Wufang Town, and there was no trace of complaining about her. Thinking about the recent changes in the family, the frequency is uneasy, and the fear of being related to the complaint is the cause and effect planted in the early years. Since autumn, the hemoptysis has been serious, and there may be little time left. Leave a letter to the parents and parents in case of surprise. "

"..."