Black Lotus Tactics Manual

"Niangniang ..." The expression on Toffee Zhao's face seemed to cry and laugh, repeated with a heavy ironic tone.

Thirty years of confusion in the deep palace, how many women have done everything they can to make up and down, just to say a "sister", she used to be one of them. Now, her time has passed, and new people have already appeared.

Pei Yun always talked less, and his face was pale at the moment, without any willingness to excuse, tears ran down the red cheeks on the floor.

The fears of the little ladies exploded and became a revelation: "The lady is the master of Emperor Ji! That father-in-law is not well-intentioned, Pei Yun must have any conspiracy!"

"Unrestrained!" Mrs. Zhao picked up her tea cup and smashed it past, shattering it to the side of the beauty's couch. Several little ladies were scared for a moment. After a while, they shook their heads on the ground tremblingly. .

Mrs. Zhao's eyes were red, with infinite reluctance and grievances, and her **** were undulating violently: "The people around your majesty also allow you to put your beak?"

Hearing the words, a few faces with a childish look were overshadowed.

Su Peiyun followed Duanyang Emperor Ji for five years and was the oldest maid of honor in Fengyang Palace. Before that, she waited in front of the emperor. If she said that she exchanged information with the inner servant in the palace, it was most likely that the person was the former colleague, the inner servant beside Tianzi. It's just that she's doing things hiding, hiding her hands, fearing her feet, making people have to think about the bad things.

For this reason, the little maid didn't understand, but Zhao Taifei was well aware of the possibility.

Pei Yun will be so bold to publicly harm Emperor Duanyang? What if the backing behind her is the Ninth Five-Year Plan?

"I knew that after so many years, the emperor still remembered that matter. He had been ups and downs since he was a child, and he didn't kiss his own palace. I also admit my fate." Mrs. Zhao smiled with tears in her eyes, and looked angry and sad. Wouldn't it be possible to come at me now? Min Min is still young, how can he get his sister to operate! "

"Niangniang!" Aunt Shang Gong's succumbed hand had already shook a little, grabbed the undressed concubine Zhao's shirt, and tried to stop her from saying anything, "Nangniang, let's get angry."

Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao looked at each other, silently watching this chaotic royal grudge. According to legend, Zhao Qinru came from a famous aristocrat, who was very delicate and expensive since he was a child. After entering the palace, he became a domineering and concubine. The first emperor picked her stars and the moon. Throne.

But she always felt that she was the last winner, because the first queen had no son, and her son was born under the name of the first queen, and successfully inherited Datong.

Until now, she found that she lost completely.

This young emperor was trained by the Queen to be a different kind of person, a person who was different from her-a high-spirited person with a clear love and hatred. His attitude towards his biological mother was very ambiguous, and he always remained polite You are polite and kind of polite.

Even many years after the death of the first empress, the concubine Zhao was never able to become the queen empress.

Once favoring the Sixth House, it was nothing but a concubine of the emperor's son; now the mother is expensive with her son, and the rich is spoiling the sky, but after all, she is just a concubine.

Even her daughter, his sister-in-law, was only wearing the name of Emperor Ji, who was beloved by the emperor, and did not enjoy the intimate treatment of her brother.

How can she not be angry, how can she not be crazy?

Concubine Zhao looked at Pei Yun, as if through the girl's thin and pitiful face, she saw her son's strange and disgusted eyes, her voice with the cruelty of killing: "Press me down, put him in the prison, don't give her food, She won't let her short-sighted! "

The standing and kneeling people held their voices in silence. They vaguely knew that after today, a war would soon begin. Su Peiyun was just an introduction, and once his son came to find his mother, he came to the time when this deep-seated contradiction finally broke out.

"Niangniang ..." Pei Yun, who was erected by the guards suddenly raised her head, her face was covered with scattered hair, her cheeks were swollen high, "Pei Yun has been with Di Ji for five years and has been the emperor. Ji as a younger sister generally loves it. It ’s not something I did, nor is it His Majesty ... "

Her voice grew farther and farther away, gradually disappearing outside the door, accompanied by the guard's scolding and crisp slaps.

There was a slight wiggle of sleeves around Liu Fuyi. Mu Yao left the crowd quietly and walked to the side of the doctor. He twisted a small piece of tranquilizing fragrance and distinguished it carefully.

Mu Yao raised his head violently, wanting to say something, Liu Fuyi shook her head at her.

There is quite a tacit agreement between the protagonist group, a few eyes back and forth, has already understood the other party's intentions.

Press the soldiers without moving.

"Mother Concubine, this is ... what's the matter?" Emperor Duanyang sitting on the concubine's couch, after two hours of rest, seemed to regain his soul and spoke carefully.

"Di Ji, Di Ji, you can scare us ..." Pei Yu hugged Duan Yang Di Ji's calf all at once. "It is Pei Yun who insulted you with spices, and has been imprisoned by her mother."

Duan Yang's delicate lips moved, and his eyes were confused. When he heard that Pei Yun was dragged down and shut his mouth, the confusion became a fleeting sadness.

Liu Fuyi walked in front of Duanyang, with a caring expression: "Have your highness feel more comfortable?"

A red cloud quickly appeared on Duan Yang's face, and his expression became alive and vivid, "Much better, thank you Brother Liu."

"Well, take a good rest." Liu Fuyi patted her shoulder comfortably, feeling a tense gaze fell on his hand lightningly. When he turned back, Pei Yu and the other two maidens Hanging his head, An An kneeled down on the ground.

Liu Fuyi glanced around the hall, adjusted the whole dress angle, Duan Yang's greedy eyes followed him, and saw him walking slowly back to Mu Yao, the light in his eyes slowly extinguished.

"Alas, every family has this hard-to-read story, so you can read the joke." Concubine Zhao made a wink. Someone had already packed up the broken tea on the ground. On the case.

Liu Fuyi lowered her eyebrows and stroked her palms carefully, like a scroll of a son like jade, keeping silent.

A clear voice came out: "We walked all the way and found many interesting rumors in the market. Long days are boring. If there is no shortage of mothers and emperors, how about we get together in a group chat?"

A pair of eyes looked at Ling Miaomiao.

The speaker was wearing a bun, a light green dress, and a pair of black and white apricot eyes, half hidden behind a white gauze fan embroidered with five petals of plum blossom. But it does not make people feel ashamed.

"Okay, okay." Emperor Duanyang first patted on the slap and asked someone to move over a futon, squeezing very close to Princess Zhao.

Because Ling Miaomiao has been walking with Mu Sheng all the time, and does not seem to pose a threat, Duan Yang has always had a good impression of her. She seems to have walked out of the shadow of a nightmare, excitedly waved at Pei Yu, "Go down."

Pei Yu looked sad and stepped back step by step.

Gong people covered the door intimately, blocking the noisy cicadas from the outside, and the green waves tumbled out of the grille, which is a green summer.

Toffee Zhao still had some concerns, waved her hand, and silently retired her aunt who was fanning.

There were only a few people left in the door. Mrs. Zhao lowered her head and sipped the tea, shaking the many tassels that were hanging down gently: "Can I say now?"

"Concubine ..." Duan Yang was surprised.

"Don't talk first." Concubine Zhao looked at Mu Yao quietly, without any thoughts, and then acted with the protagonist group. "This palace has some understanding of the Mu family. Palliative, right? "

Mu Yao's picky eyes lifted up, and those eyes were clear: "Yes."

"When the palace used the jade card to call you, she was mentally prepared." She raised her lips and her face was not good-looking. "What do you want to ask, just ask."

Mu Yao put a small piece of scorched black spices on the table: "Maid thinks, Emperor Ji's nightmare is only the merit of psychedelic incense?"

Duan Yang looked back at his mother's face, his eyes full of shock.

"That's it." Mu Sheng suddenly opened his mouth, with a smile in his dark eyes. "Our chat today is divided into two parts. Emperor Ji comes first. Please finish driving back to the palace; the second half is for you. Mother princess participates. "

Duan Yang first looked at Mu Sheng, only to think that he was handsome and polite for several weeks. He was a flattering young man. He never expected that he would disregard Zunbei and said with a blush: "You!"

Concubine Zhao held her hand and said in a deep voice: "That's it."

Liu Fuyi hand-poured tea for Duan Yang and pushed it to her with both hands: "What we asked Emperor Ji today is all about Emperor Ji's future safety. Ask Emperor Ji to know everything."

Sure enough, Duanyang's fire moment was quenched by his sweetheart's tea, and he smiled and took a sip of shyness, "That's nature."

Ling Miaomiao glanced quietly at Mu Yao ’s tight mouth, and she made the same paragraph in a decent way. Her eyes were fixed on Liu Fuyi. She even clenched her fist exaggeratedly and displayed it exaggeratedly. Grit your teeth when facing a rival.

Mu Sheng looked at her sister, and Yu Guang glanced at Ling Miaomiao, who was bitter and hatred, and turned her head out the window with coldness.

Liu Fuyi patiently waited for Duan Yang to finish the tea: "Offended, please ask Emperor Ji to recall the specific content of that nightmare."

Duan Yang's face immediately became pale, her breathing was rapid, and she looked at her mother for help, but unexpectedly, Mrs. Zhao pinched her wrist hard, and the expression in her eyes could not be disputed: "Min, think about it."

"I dreamed ... I dreamed that I was in Xingshan Temple. There was a group of people, a group of people ... called me" Goddess "and said they waited for me for a long time and asked me to follow them."

Hearing the word "Goddess", Tai Fei Zhao bounced her heart, clenched her teeth, and barely stretched her emotions.

"and then?"

Duan Yang seemed to have a headache. He gently hammered his temples twice with his hands: "... I followed them, walked a long way, passed the wheat field, and returned to Xingshan Temple."

Several people exchanged glances, and Liu Fuyi guided quietly: "Did you find out, what happened to Xingshan Temple?"

"Change ..." Duan Yang nodded, his eyes full of doubts, "Xingshan Temple seems to be a little different from when I came ... There are many people in front of the temple who are kneeling and saying," Goddess is here ", what to start ... ceremony."

Toffee Zhao's hands shuddered imperceptibly, and the temple began to produce cold sweat.

"And then?"

"And then ..." Duan Yang suddenly clenched his teeth, flushing his face, his eyes flashing, and his fear was difficult to open his teeth. "This palace doesn't want to say anything!"

"Minmin ..." Zhao Taifei closed her eyes and took her daughter's slender wrist. "There are no outsiders here, you can tell."

Duan Yang, with tears in his eyes, seemed to be ashamed and ashamed of this memory. He gritted his teeth and said: "I went into the hall and saw and saw many clay statues of Buddha. There are men and women.

"I am doing something good?" Mu Yao's voice was cold, making people feel that Lingtai was quiet, and there was no trace of evil thoughts.

Duan Yang's eyes were dazed, for a while, he nodded gently.