Black Lotus Tactics Manual

Slim fingers cling to the round chess pieces on the chessboard. After a while, there was no movement in front of him. Mu Yao raised his head. The teenager looked down at the chessboard and seemed to be thinking intently.

She knew that it was distracted.

Folded his fingers and tapped on the chessboard: "Ah?"

Mu Sheng regained his voice silently, and fell into silence, showing the advantages and disadvantages of black and white.

"..." Mu Yao glanced down and threw the pieces he had picked up back into the chess set.

"A Sheng," she looked at him calmly, "you might as well let me not play."

Mu Sheng's eyes immediately brought a trace of confusion: He kept the chess away from traces, but just ran away from the gods, and he was called awkwardly, and walked a little more clearly, so that A sister could see the clues.

Outside the window was night, the low lights on the table lit the chessboard, and the light was dim. The Changan wine shop, the cubicle is elegant and refined, but it is not home after all, a little less popular, and even the smell of strange dust floating in the air.

The chess pieces provided by the inn are good Yunzi, and the tentacles are cool. When he pinches the smooth and round white, he remembers Ling Miaomiao's eyes bent and smiling: "This is Yunzi, the color is like tender teeth, white Like Mu Gongzi. "

A dozen high and low standing lamps in her boudoir actually responded to her, exaggerating the lively romance. She was sitting in the halo, sitting in the corner of the house, unhappy.

He settled down, covered his hands on the chessboard, and his lacquered eyes looked up from the bottom, with a bit of begging: "One more round, I will play well."

Mu Yao paused, barely hooked the corner of his mouth.

In the past few days, her lower jaw became thinner and her collarbone protruded almost out of her collar. He knew that because of Liu Fuyi's absence, Mu Yao had nothing on the surface, but he didn't know how sad he was.

This kind of sister, from childhood to the big dad and mother, was so pampered, he was so well-guarded, but he had suffered a lot for Liu Fuyi ... He felt a chill in his eyes.

"A Sheng, how do you play chess?" Mu Yao looked at him puzzledly.

"Sister, let's change the pattern this time, okay?" He cheered up. "Whoever is the first to get into five sons and one line will win."

"..." Mu Yao frowned at the chessboard for a long while, seemingly unhappy with his boyish proposal, "What's the trick?"

After a meal, he patiently placed the chess: "It is a backgammon."

She clung to the chess piece and smiled helplessly, immediately squeezing her eyebrows, and she seemed a little disappointed: "Ah, if you practice the magic technique, you can also spend such thoughts, and our Mu family will not fall to such a point. . "

"..." Mu Sheng froze.

When he walked out of Mu Yao's room, there was a trace of bewilderment on his face, and there was coldness and tiredness.

Mu Yao's slim shadow appeared in the door, looking thin and lonely. The huge void brought by Liu Fuyi, no matter how much his companionship is, is nothing but a salute. For her, it looks like a player's house wine.

In her world, he could never blend in. Similarly, he has always been lonely.

As he walked, he walked uncontrollably to the door of the next room and knocked.

It was a while before someone opened the door, revealing a face with Ling Miaomiao's messy hair. When he saw him, he immediately opened his eyes wide: "Isn't it to let you comfort Sister Mu? What are you doing with me?"

There was only one slit in her door, and she stretched out her small face, which was a gesture of resistance. He couldn't help but pressed hard against the door, his eyes sullen: "Can't you let me in."

"..." Ling Miaomiao took a step back and put the people in the face innocently, looking around the small room, the room was as simple as a standard room of later generations.

She was cold and whizzed by the cool wind outside the room, rubbing her arms behind Mu Mu: "It looks exactly like your room, what's so beautiful."

Mu Sheng glanced at her and walked over to close the door. "Are you sleeping?"

The girl had walked to the dressing table, bent her hair halfway in front of the mirror, stunned, and responded in a stunned manner: "... No. I ... I just read a book in bed."

"Reading?"

She lifted the tent and pulled out a thin booklet under the messy quilt, blinking her black and white eyes, and explained a little calmly: "It's too cold outside, so I ... I just covered the quilt."

Seeing the excitement, I simply hit a few rolls on the bed.

Mu Sheng glanced at her, and then looked at the blank book in her hand.

"Oh, I found a particularly good-looking book." Ling Miaomiao was excited, "The second downstairs loaned me."

The teenager pulled it over and turned his eyes in ten lines, his face became a little weird: "You ..."

Ling Miaomiao eloquently said: "This book is about a son who secretly loves his teacher, but the gentleman keeps suffocating, and then the son will be soft and hard, and he will be hard and soft. Success, and began to find their feelings for the son, they broke through the impediment together ... "

Mu Sheng's black eyes flashed, but she was looking at her red face excitedly: "And then?"

"I didn't see it until I saw it here." Ling Miaomiao couldn't restrain her smile. "Do you like it or not, I'll borrow it after reading it."

"... Okay." He still stared at her face.

"..." Ling Miaomiao gave a bite and almost bit her tongue.

Just now she was quick-talking, which man with normal orientation would read this kind of book? I thought he could walk away in disgust, but why didn't the black lotus play according to the routine ...

She was speechless for a moment, paused, bent over and pulled out a grapefruit from under the table, and hit it **** the table, her eyes sparkling: "Yes, I invite you to eat fruit."

She just couldn't eat it alone and was still worried.

Mu Sheng's tone is a little weird: "This is also given by the second downstairs?"

"Yeah." She drew her dagger away and began to peel the grapefruit hard with her cheeks.

"Books, fruits ..." His tone grew colder, "Why didn't he send me?" The teenager's cold eyes fell on her face, and there was a sense of dangerous oppression for no reason.

Ling Miaomiao was so sweaty that he did n’t see his face at all. He just felt that his question was strangely asked, and he was n’t so angry. "" She irritatedly dropped her hand, put the grapefruit on the table, rolled towards him, rubbed her sore wrist, "Tired, you peel it for a while."

Mu Sheng silently took the peeled half of the grapefruit, took out a dagger from his arms, and inserted it into the skin of the grapefruit, "handled" the skin with his right hand. Before the grapefruit responded, it was peeled and cramped quickly and severely.

Ling Miaomiao looked stunned for a moment, but his movements kept breaking, breaking the grapefruit into single petals, and then tearing the thin skins on both sides, rolling it up and holding it, and delivered the neat and full flesh. By her mouth.

The fragrance suddenly struck, Ling Miaomiao lowered her head and froze.

"Don't you want me to peel it?" The teenager's voice was low and plain, and his tone was patient.

Her face suddenly became a little bit hot, and she was embarrassed to bite her head down, hesitated for a long while, caught her hand, and talked a little staggering: "Peel and peel the outer layer."

She has a faint feeling, he has become a little strange recently.

It stands to reason that Liu Fuyi left Mu Yao in disregard, and her sister was in a critical period of sadness and fragility. In the original book, Mu Sheng has begun to fight for her sister ... but in front of her, her target of the strategy is still one by one. Peel grapefruit ...

"Hey ... Okay." Miaomiao grabbed his wrist. "Don't peel it off. Be careful of your hand hurts."

He didn't move, let her hold it, and her eyes fell on her fair hands. "I didn't use my hand, I used a knife."

Ling Miaomiao spread her hand embarrassingly and quickly put a pomelo in her mouth.

Grapefruit is sweet and full of juice, which makes people happy. Every pore is open. She asked vaguely, "Sister Mu is okay?"

Mu Sheng's slender eyelashes drooped and bent the corners of his lips, revealing a calm self-deprecating smile: "Sister A has never listened to me."

"Then ... persuade me to chant." Ling Miaomiao looked at him sympathetically, holding his cheek, and his tone was very sincere. "I listen to you."

Mu Sheng stayed for a moment, and immediately said: "What to persuade?"

"I'm not happy whether Brother Liu married Sister Mu or Di Ji." She pouted, and hated, "I'm not happy to die."

"..."

"Persuasion." She blinked.

The teenager's complexion changed several times, and it took a long time before he could say, "Then change your personal preference."

Ling Miaomiao looked at him with interest: "Who should I like?"

"..."

He felt that this conversation was somewhat familiar. At that time, in Liyang, Jingyangpo, sitting on his bed, the girl was drunk and holding his face in pity, he asked calmly, "Who should I like?"

"Like me, raise you white and fat ..."

...

He glanced at her, turning around a thousand times, and after a while, he coldly replied: "It's not Liu Fuyi anyway."

"During your childhood, wouldn't you have persuaded people like this?" Ling Miaomiao was disappointed. "No wonder you can't persuade Sister Mu, which is too straightforward. People who are comforting should also pay attention to language art ..."

He smiled insignificantly.

Where did she know that when she faced the elder sister's tongue, the lotus flower, she couldn't make it out here, her heart was dry and astringent, and she said too much.

Ling Miaomiao said to eat while eating, tired of eating, handed him a grapefruit: "Why don't you eat?" Seeing him for a while, he directly picked it up against his lips, "Taste it."

He paused and opened his mouth obediently to eat the grapefruit. The fruit was cold and sweet, and after eating it, she patiently fed him a piece.

He simply did not reach out.

Ling Miaomiao was ignorant and fed while taking the opportunity to educate: "Sister Mu is so pitiful, Brother Liu is not here. She is only your younger brother, who will not accompany her, who will accompany her?"

"Aren't you and Sister also having a good time, why don't you persuade?"

"I ... I'm like you, I don't know what Sister Mu likes, and I don't know how to please her."

She spoke a little guilty.

The original book wrote that the protagonist group returned to Chang'an, Liu Fuyi was absent, Mu Yao was sad, and the blackened Mu Sheng intended to replace it, so in the dark night of a month, he declared his identity to his sister and confessed her heart.

Werewolves blew themselves up, could they please? Mu Yao could n’t accept his younger brother who had torn off the mask, and even felt collapsed and disgusted by the inferior person who was dormant and disguised around him. The contradiction intensified. The sister and younger brother broke up from now on. Character.

According to the current plot development, he may not necessarily be blackened, but the break and contradiction seem inevitable.

For a person who has been in secret for many years, if he is not rejected in person, he will not completely miss his thoughts and hide in his heart, he always feels there is hope.

Therefore, during this period, instead of obstructing, she deliberately promoted Mu Sheng and Mu Yao to get along alone. She hoped from his heart that he could pass this Kaner. Only when he passed Mu Yao's history in a decisive manner would she have the courage to face the new him.

It's just that watching the black lotus eat the fruits she feeds like a cat, she can't hide her frustration and tiredness in her moist eyes, and she feels guilty in her heart, as if doing something that hurt him for her own selfishness.

"Actually, I don't know how to please Sister Ai."

The teenager's voice gradually fell, "No matter what I do, she will not be happy."

"Then you will work harder ..."

"Just because that person is me."

Ling Miaomiao frowned slightly, and a piece of grapefruit suddenly thrust into his mouth, preventing words behind him.

"It's great, it's not a waste at all." She wiped the juice out of her hands unhappily and slowly gathered the grapefruit skin together.

"..." After realizing that his eyes fell on her face without blinking, she said casually, "Don't you always be self-deprecating like this, what's wrong with you ..."

She bent her fingers and gestured, Kyoko smiled in her eyes, "It's a little worse than Brother Liu, but not as bad as you said. Sister Mu likes you so much, I can see it."

"Really?" He lowered his eyes, then raised his eyes to look at her again, and whispered again, "I ... not bad ..."

Ling Miaomiao smiled innocently: "How do you learn to talk to children?"

"..."

There was a faint sound of clapper, Ling Miaomiao walked to the window and looked out, the moon like a hook hung on the treetop.

She stretched her waist: "It's so late, go back to sleep."

Is it too late? He stood up and looked at her back, only to feel that his heart was empty and lost, and it became a sea.

Ling Miaomiao has pushed him out of the door with nostalgia: "Just next door, I won't send you anymore, go and go ..."

The night light is thin and slender, shimmering like beans.

The young man stood alone in the room, looking around, rolled up a cot, a circle chair, a dark brown table, and dried flowers in bottles on the table ... as she said, the room was almost exactly the same.

But it was completely different ... Without her breath, it was Xiao Suo as cold winter.