Black Lotus Tactics Manual

Emperor Duanyang came out of the illusion and was seriously ill when he returned to the palace. I wonder if it was because of exhaustion or the sequelae of excessive shock.

In the past few days when she was hot, Pei Yun kept walking, and every other hour, she rubbed Diji with cold water to cool down.

Fengyang Palace curtain slightly moved, a figure in black robe walked in silently, and retreated from the court-serving maid, standing beside Duanyang's bed.

Pei Yun saw his shadow, and he couldn't help but move.

"Is she better?"

Pei Yun lowered his eyebrows: "Your Majesty, Emperor Ji's fever has gone back."

"That's fine." Tianzi looked at her slender profile, her slender fingers, because of the scars left after being sentenced, he paused and said: "Pei Yun, I'm not good, Wronged you. "

Pei Yun lowered his face, shook his head quickly, and a little dewdrop-like tears were also thrown away: "The slave-maid is fine, don't blame your majesty."

Who makes her loved one is the ninth five-year-old venerable, even if staying in front of the emperor, it is also the difference between clouds and mud. She has no choice but to enter the dust and be entrusted by him to take good care of his loved ones.

Tian Zi's hand was overlaid, and she took her cold hand, with infinite pity: "Pei Yun."

She battled fiercely, his hand was released, and the noble and tall figure turned away from Fengyang Palace: "Min Min is more indulgent, but a good girl, take good care of her."

A hundred days of injury.

Although it is impossible for the system to make her really hurt, Ling Miaomiao recuperated in the palace for three months at the request of the protagonist group, and walked the bird to drink tea and watch a play, and lived quite comfortably.

In the past three months, all the past events of Chang'an City, Xingshan Temple, Tao Ying and Sandalwood were settled. Ling Miaomiao leaned on the bed and listened to the conversation between Mu Yao and Liu Fuyi with great interest.

"After Tao Yu's widowhood, she became the master of the Tao family. Since she was a child, she has an excellent sense of smell. After she tied her mother's incense to the Tao family, she developed it and opened a spice shop. Famous in the local area. "

Mu Yao was sitting by Ling Miaomiao's bed. She lowered her eyebrows and took a dagger to cut the apple. She cut and carved the apple into a little rabbit and handed it to Ling Miaomiao.

Miao Miao's eyes were as big as a brass bell, and she took it with joy, looking left and right, almost reluctant to eat: "Wow, thank you sister Mu!"

Mu Yao nodded his head with a smile, and looked at Liu Fuyi, who had moved the stool and sat beside him, his expression was infinite.

Every calm day after the separation of life and death is the sweetness of the two people.

"Tao Yu gave birth to two sons and one daughter. They were not in good health. They never lived to the age of twenty, leaving a few sporadic children. She was almost half a year old and was still busy pulling her grandson."

"Tao Ying is the eldest grandson of Tao Yu's. She has given her hands since childhood and helped her cook the spice shop. There are several younger brothers under Tao Ying. One of them has inherited the grandmother's sensitive sense of smell, which is most liked by Tao Yu. This boy Ranked sixth, when the accident was just twelve years old, there is no big name, the family called him 'Little Six'. "

Miaomiao held the apple and asked quietly, "Is" Little Six "Mr. Lu?"

Mu Yao nodded and sighed silently: "Tao Ying lost his loved one and was insulted. He vowed to avenge Mrs. Zhao and the royal family, but in the end he failed to hurt Duan Yang. Instead, he took his life into it. Turned into a wraith, he entrusted his dream to his younger brother who had grown up. After a lapse of years, the two acted as gods and ghosts, and once again joined forces to complete a revenge. "

"'Lu' is 'Six'. Even if he is incognito, he never forgets that he is a descendant of the Tao family."

"That Pei Yu ..."

"Pei Yu dies on the second day of entering the dungeon. Lu Jiu knows this matter, and all the thoughts are ashamed." Mu Yaoyou quietly said, "In this matter, the most innocent is Pei Yu."

"Tao Yu's accidental death, the fire burned down the Tao family's spice shop, and the Tao family dispersed. Tao's young grandchildren moved away, Tao Ying went north alone, and the remaining boys fled to their relatives and neighbors, leaving one The girl who hasn't had teeth yet no one wants, so Xiaoliu took it to Jiangnan. "

"He had a very difficult time in the South, starting from the errands of the spice shop, it took a long time to open his own spice shop. During this period, he raised his sister alone and raised her up. A piece of revenge. "

Liu Fuyi sighed: "Then Xiaoliu took his savings to Chang'an with his sister, and the two split up. He opened a Zhixiangju and his sister entered the palace and tried his best to be the maid of Fengyang Palace. ... "

"This girl didn't have a name before entering the palace, because she ranked ninth, and she was so cheap."

Lu Jiu Lu Jiu, the share of Jiu Ya, the sixth generation of you live together.

Miao Miao leaned on the head of the bed and looked at the floor in a mixed mood: "Although we were invited by Mrs. Zhao, I always feel that the Tao family can't get away from the royal relationship at this stage today ..."

Liu Fuyi reached out and touched her head, gently calming down: "When did the grievances report? Fortunately, Guo Xiu was a bit useful. He asked Lu Jiu for an innocent release. Things, we can only do our best to ask for a clear conscience. "

Mu Yao said: "When I take back the jade card, we will have nothing to do with Concubine Zhao. Fuyi will send Lu Jiu back to Jiangnan, and he will persuade him carefully and let him live the rest of his life."

The two stood up tacitly and were about to leave. Liu Fuyi tucked the corner of her for her: "Cultivate well."

Ling Miaomiao smiled happily: "I see."

When the door closed, she immediately jumped out of the bed like a spring, moved her muscles to do cheerleading, and stretched her body that had been suffocated in bed.

When Mu Sheng pushed the door in, he saw the girl wearing a tunic with long hair scattered, jumping and jumping in the house, her legs and feet were full of energy, full of energy, and there was no look of the wounded. The backhand closed the door heavily: "What are you doing? "

Ling Miaomiao was running with a red face, and he looked at him in the face, and for a moment he gaped: "I--"

Mu Sheng raised his lips, and his eyes were full of ridicule: "I know that Miss Ling can't run in the morning these few days, and she is suffocating."

Miao Miao talked back and lay back on the bed two steps, pulled the quilt over and covered her legs, and a sad expression appeared on her face: "Well, I didn't pay attention just now, my legs hurt."

Mu Sheng came over step by step, sitting on her bed with fresh dew on her clothes.

He stretched out his hand, held it against his thigh, and rubbed it hard twice. Miao Miao opened his hand in shock: "You, what do you touch my thigh ..." His eyes froze for a moment, almost It immediately reacted and howled with his legs, "It hurts, it hurts ..."

Mu Sheng looked at her coldly, and her black eyes were filled with a sneered smile: "Next, pretend."

Miao Miao's face was still red, I wonder if the heat of the activity was still on, or the lie was taken out, angrily and angry, put down his legs and glared at him: "What the **** are you doing?"

Mu Sheng was different, and she took out a bamboo dragonfly from her clothes and reached out to her.

"What's this?" Ling Miaomiao froze for a moment, gazing at the wings of his palm bamboo dragonfly that hadn't been engraved, and confirmed in his heart that he was the one he engraved, so he asked in a false way, "... Is n’t this my thing, why is it with you? "

She said that she was going to get it, and Mu Sheng's palms closed, and she took a blank space: "This is my name."

"Is it yours to write your name?" Ling Miaomiao couldn't help crying, "Yes, you take it, then take it, and return

What to do for me "

Mu Sheng's long eyelashes hung down, and he seemed to be looking at the bamboo dragonfly very seriously, paused, and whispered: "You finished carving for me."

"..."

The air was silent for a while, and it was clearly about to enter the winter, but the room was still as dry as before. The bamboo dragonfly turned a few times at Ling Miaomiao's fingertips, and somehow it was burning.

She coughed and patted her thigh, responding boldly: "OK, no problem, just leave me here ..."

"You are right now." He suddenly raised his eyes and looked at her, a dark lake in his eyes.

Handcraft in front of the black lotus?

No, longevity ...

Looking at each other's eyes, Ling Miaomiao stiffened for a moment, and immediately refused: "I ... I was stabbed in the thigh by the dagger, and now I am afraid of seeing the dagger ..."

Mu Sheng's eyes passed the apple rabbit on the table coolly, and a sharp dagger resting beside the rabbit.

The part of the apple that was cut by the knife has been oxidized and discolored due to being left too long, and it looks a bit bleak.

He sneered: "Afraid? When Grandma cuts your apple with a dagger, you are very happy."

He said, stood up, picked up the apple, and sent it to his mouth, biting off the rabbit's head.

Ling Miaomiao stared at the ruddy lips of the black lotus, dumbfounded, and for a while, she uttered a whimper: "You-you return my rabbit!"

Ling Miao Miao was crying. She was so cute, she did n’t want to eat it for a whole morning, let him give it in two, and give ...

The black lotus bulged with cheeks and looked at her eyes provocatively with a bad smile.

Ling Miaomiao threw the bamboo dragonfly on the bed, making her heart beat, and lay straight back on the bed, pulling out a pillow to cover his face: "You are too much, I don't engrave, I absolutely don't engrave."

Mu Sheng looked at her violently undulating breasts, picked up an apple in the fruit basket without saying a word, picked up the dagger on the table, "Xia Xia Xia" three times and five divided by two, a nearly identical rabbit appeared He held the apple in his left hand, and shot the dagger to the table with his right hand: "Here."

Ling Miaomiao showed a pair of eyes under the pillow and looked at it unkindly, stunned: "You too?"

Mu Sheng's face was contemptuous: "This is the trick that I used to make Sister happy, but I didn't expect Sister to learn to send you."

Ling Miaomiao threw the pillow away, watching him cleverly avoiding the past, and getting angry, "What happened to me? I am a patient!"

Mu Sheng pinched the apple and smiled: "Sister A's cut apple can only be eaten by me."

Fuck, childish ghosts, even an apple should be sour and jealous.

Ling Miaomiao took the apple with a complex face, and heard him squint very calmly: "You can only eat my cut rabbit in the future."

... neuropathy!

Ling Miaomiao, with her infinite resentment against the black lotus, nibbled off the apple he gave like a class enemy, wiped her hands clean with a handkerchief, and picked up the bamboo dragonfly.

Thinking of carving a peach heart on it and smearing it out, the black lotus saw it all before she could cut it off. She felt annoyed in her heart as if her mind had been peeped.

She sighed silently, with her left hand holding the bamboo dragonfly's stalk, pushing her wings to the palm of her hand, and picking up the dagger with her right hand. She began to cut it skillfully, and the wood chips fell off the ground like rain.

As the former president of the Modeling Society, it is a matter of making a wooden flying machine, but I feel a pair of gazing eyes next to it, and a thin layer of sweat is on the palm of my hand, and the technique is uncontrollably fancy, as if I have a heart in my heart. The power of excitement and restlessness, she was deliberately showing off.

Mu Sheng looked at the white and slender little hands holding the knife, dazzlingly cutting the wooden pole. The girl's cheek swelled, and Xingzi's eyes looked at the palm of his hand without blinking, without even moving his eyelashes.

... She is so serious.

"Hey, you're optimistic." She suddenly uttered, and he realized that he was gone, and turned his eyes back to her hand stiffly.

Miao Miao was full of sawdust, pinching the bamboo dragonfly on-site teaching: "Wings can't be made flat, here's a twist ..." She saw a sill when she went down with a knife, and polished it slightly, the wings on the other side also appeared After the prototype, "the wings on both sides are high and low to take advantage of the momentum." She cut a few diagonally at the port. "The wings must be thin, like a blade, to split the wind."

She gently stroked the wings on Mu Sheng's arm, and quickly drew a red seal: "Well, it's only so beneficial."

Mu Sheng stared at his arm in a daze.

This time it was not too light, it hurt a little, it was more itchy, it was too unexpected, it was like scratching my heart, and it stopped suddenly.

After stopping, it was an endless loss.