Black Lotus Tactics Manual

"It's hot, it's hot." Pei Yu, the little maid, hurried into the Fengyang Palace. Her two sleeves were pulled to her elbows, and her forehead was covered with sweat beads. She complained, "Sister, cicadas are crying outside. Same as crazy! "

The maid on duty shushed: "Slowly, Emperor Ji is resting-get dressed quickly, what does it look like?"

Pei Yu “Oh” snorted and walked towards the inner hall.

The layered gauze is like a light cloud, hiding a soft voice.

"We were staying in the outside room at that time, and we heard that there was a sound of a door knocking inside. But the mother-in-law had previously told you to enter without any order. Everyone was hesitating, and the young man in white walked over."

Pei Yun lowered his eyebrows, holding a small round box, gently applying an ointment to the affected area on Duan Yang ’s arm, “All the slaves in the palace were present, and no one noticed when he was standing there. Gu was able to stop, and he pushed the door of the temple open. "

Duan Yang's two ears were wrapped in gauze, which looked a little funny, and her eyes stared into the distance without blinking. She withdrew her hands to hug her arms, and there was a smile in the corner of her mouth: "Pei Yun, you have seen it carefully His appearance? "

"Di Ji?"

"I've grown so big, I have never seen such a chic and handsome person in Beijing." She lowered her tone as if a spark was flashing in her eyes, wondering whether it was a surprise or a melancholy.

In the evening sky that day, he stood upright, his robe fluttering in the wind ...

Pei Yun rolled up the tent on the bed, and hesitated, "But Emperor Ji, that son is a river and lake catching demon, he ..."

"What's the matter with Jianghu catching the demon?" Duan Yang's eyebrows crossed a displeasure, and a smile appeared again, "He is my life-saving benefactor, isn't his mother reusing him? I think he has more than those family sons I have much more guts, and if I can stay in Chang'an, I will definitely have a promising future. "

Pei Yu, who was a little younger on the side, combed a tight bun, and had a lot of broken hair on his forehead. He stood and listened for a long while, and interjected: "Can Liu Gongzi really stay in Chang'an? I saw him There is a woman in white next to her, as if together. "

Duan Yang's charming face went down, her breathing became rapid, and she held her mind for a while: "That woman combed the girl's head, how do you know that she and Liu Gongzi are a pair?"

Pei Yu looked at her, turned his eyes, and smiled and said: "Diji is right, they must just come together-besides, women in the world, who can compare with our Diji?"

Pei Yun bowed his head and listened quietly, without saying a word.

The corner of Duanyang's mouth couldn't restrain her from tilting up, but she frantically picked up the round pillow of Shujin and smashed it towards Peiyu: "The net will be flattering!"

Pei Yu caught it and jumped to Duan Yang's back, cushioning her comfortably behind her, Duan Yang pushed it a few times without pushing it, the two played around for a while, and Pei Yu backed off inadvertently. Hit Pei Yun.

Pei Yun seemed to feel that he was incompatible with such a scene, just like a cat caught in flames, and retreated silently.

Duan Yang sat at the dressing table, staring at himself in the mirror intently, looking at the gauze on his ears disappointedly: "Pei Yun is good, but it's too boring to disappoint."

Pei Yu smiled, her cheekbones were slightly higher, and after showing a pear vortex on her cheek, she looked young and cute: "After all, Sister Pei Yun used to be the emperor's person, naturally speaking and doing things similar to the emperor."

A pair of small hands held the comb, carefully avoided her ears, pulled up a bun, and pinned a fresh peony on her side.

Duan Yang narrowed his eyebrows and turned his face from sunny to overcast: "Brother Huang has never waited to see me, and even took slaves to me to take accusations and tunes. It's really suffocating." Her fingers wrapped around her hair and touched the delicate flower on the side Flowers, the mood is happy again, "Pei Yu, will this flower be too gorgeous?"

Pei Yu supported her shoulders with both hands and praised with a smile: "This flower won't capture Di Ji's half-spirited demeanor. Anyone who sees it feels better than Hua Jiao."

Duan Yang couldn't help but laugh out loudly: "Just smart."

She stood up, "I heard that the mother-in-law saw him in the living room ..." She stretched out her hand and finally adjusted her hair bun, unable to suppress her smile. "It just happened that this palace also went to meet my savior."

The summer sun is particularly bright, and rows of wooden grilles cast a neat shadow in the Liuyue Palace hall. The scorching sun was booming, and the cicadas screamed and exhausted, and Duan Yang jumped up the skirt with his skirt and walked under the eaves in two or three steps.

"His Royal Highness stay." Shang Palace next to Princess Zhao stood at the entrance and blessed her. Emperor Ji turned her head halfway, arrogant: "Why, the concubine is in the hall, can't I go in?"

"Back to Your Highness, the lady and the guests have important matters to discuss ..."

Emperor Duanyang had seen several figures in the hall through the curtain, and vaguely saw the alchemist in white holding a tea pot sitting on the right side of Zhao Taifei, and for a time he disappeared.

The hall was strangely quiet, and a muscular man was kneeling on the ground and tapping his head in panic: "Ma'am, the prince is really wrong, the prince really doesn't know! In the good incense stick, how ... how could there be such a thing ..."

Toffee Zhao's brows were almost twisted, and her look was very complicated. After a while, she asked carefully: "... Mu Fangshi's words are not false?"

Mu Yaoqing Ling Ling's voice was indifferent: "I will never admit it wrong." Lu Jiu, who was behind her, was pale, and her silk robe was wet with sweat, forming two dark marks on her shoulder blades.

"Guo Xiu!" Zhao Taifei's eyes flashed with horror. She slammed the table sharply, and her sharp voice almost broke. "You ... you are so brave ..."

Guo Xiu was shocked, almost collapsed to the ground, opened his mouth to speak, unexpectedly raised his face, his mouth crooked, unable to control at the moment, crying, Si Si flowed: "Aunt! Aunt saves me! Nephew really knows nothing ... "

Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao looked at each other with surprise. This Guo Xiu was actually a skirt climber, and he also brought it with Zhao Taifei.

"Don't call me auntie, I have a good nephew like you?" Toffee Zhao lowered her voice, her eyes full of cruelty, like a beast growling in a low voice, "Can't this errand satisfy you? Do you think I don't I know what you did with my lower eyelids! You are dying on your own, and you want to protect you ... "

"Auntie! Auntie, nephew is really wrong ..." Guo Xiu thumped his head. "Nephew, nephew is greedy for wealth, but nephew was afraid of killing chickens since childhood, how dare to kill ... ... This batch of incense was I came in from a businessman named Li Zhun in Jingyangpo outside Chang'an City. At that time, I was only trying to make it cheap. I never thought there was such a mystery ... "

Mrs. Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and snorted coldly, leaning on the back of the chair in a prostrative manner, turning her head to ask: "Liu Fangshi ..."

Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao exchanged glances and nodded: "Sandalwood is doped with so many dead ashes, the motive is unknown, it is rare, and there must be inside." Mu Yao looked serious: "Please ask our mother to allow us to check This Li Jun. "

Mrs. Zhao didn't want to cause trouble any more, but after all, she was the one who took it out and waved her hand weakly to get Guo Xiu up: "--forgive you, don't have the guts. Know what, don't tell the two alchemists quickly ? "

Emperor Duanyang was listening, and inadvertently touched the beads on the curtain, and there was a loud noise. Toffee Zhao saw the pair of silk shoes with Dongzhu hanging on Duanyang's feet from afar, and was surprised: "Minmin, what are you doing standing there?"

Shang Gong had to open the bead curtain for her. Duan Yang, who was dressed in luxury, walked in. When he approached Liu Fuyi, his heart pounded. He glanced at him and moved Lianbu to Princess Tai Zhao, holding her arm. Even her voice was much softer than usual. ! "

Emperor Ji's body was full of incense after bathing. Toffee Zhao's eyes walked on the delicate flowers on her head. With a chuckle in her heart, she had a bad hunch: "If you don't have a good body, why did you run out?"

Duan Yang turned around, revealing a bright and radiant face, and saluted Liu Fuyi's end: "I come to thank several alchemists for their life-saving grace."

"Daughter has arrived in Chang'an, temporarily staying in the palace and having everything to eat and drink. Dad need not worry ..." Ling Miaomiao bit the pen for a long time and added, "The heat affects the appetite. I have lost a few pounds recently, but I am happy . By the way, brown sugar buns are delicious. Please dad to reward our chef. "

Folding the letter paper in two hands, looking up at the envelope on the table, I saw a white hand propped on the corner of the table.

Ling Miaomiao turned back fiercely, facing Mu Mu's face that was too late to take back: "You guys! How can you peep into someone's letter!"

Mu Sheng sneered, stepped back two steps, and sat down slowly in his chair, raising his slender legs: "Who should I write to, it was originally written to your father."

"What happened to my dad?" Ling Miaomiao looked at him inexplicably. "I haven't believed it for three months since I left home. His old man must wipe his tears at home."

"..." Mu Sheng looked sideways at the window, and the sunlight cast the shadow of the window mound on his face. "I can't think of Miss Ling as such a family lover."

"Thank you." Ling Miaomiao deliberately ignored the sarcasm in his tone, tucked the letter paper into the envelope, and looked at the sound of admiration. He smiled and repaired the knife: "Do you often write family letters?"

Knowing that he was widowed, he poked when it was okay, so that the black lotus would know the pain.

Mu Sheng seemed to have no reaction, turning the devil handle on his left wrist, and responded indifferently: "I saw A sister wrote it, but it's not a kind of writing with you."

"why?"

"It starts with‘ under the knees of parents and parents ’, and ends with‘ Female Mu Yao kneeling down. 'There will definitely be no brown sugar buns written in the middle. ”

Ling Miaomiao coughed: "Your family has always been strict in family, unlike me and my dad.

Mu Sheng slightly hooked his mouth, a smiley expression, which was both satire and jealousy.

Miao Miao moved her chair and sat next to him: "Have you never written it yourself?"

Mu Sheng hesitated, frowning slightly: "Write a letter to Mu Huaijiang and Bai Jin?"

"Well." Ling Miaomiao vaguely knew that Mu Yao's parents were not good at admiration, but did not know the reason. I do n’t know if the Black Lotus remembers the enemy or not, and it conceals the good intentions of others. For the old things of catching the demon family, it ’s a bit digging.

Mu Sheng sneered: "I don't care about them, they don't care about me. Isn't it enough to have a sister to write a letter?"

Although he sat on the chair in a lazy posture, he was still alert all over his body, like a tight bowstring, "Apart from family law, what else do they leave me?"

His black eyes turned slightly, stroking the hair band on his head, and suddenly laughed, "Oh, I almost forgot, and this."

Miao Miao raised her head and wondered: "Is this hair band given by Sister Mu's mother?"