Black Lotus Tactics Manual

"Miao Miao, take it out."

"... What?" Her eyes flickered.

He looked at her patiently: "What Liu Fuyi gave."

Ling Miaomiao suddenly lifted her eyes and burst into flames: "Don't you say that I read wrong?"

He raised the corner of his lips, with an unidentified smile on his white jade-like face.

Such an environment and distance have a strong sense of disadvantage for no reason. She paused and counseled: "It's not for you."

"..." He raised her face and stared at her eyes in a complicated way, for a long while, the voice was very soft, I wonder if she was talking to her, or to herself: "Not obedient."

He leaned down and his lips lightly touched her cheek: "It's already like this, aren't you obedient?"

She avoided it and said quickly: "It must not be for me, since it is not for us, no one should tear it down."

The word "us" came out, the young man had a meal, his expression slightly squinted, and his eyes fell on her face, his tone relaxed: "It's not good to put it in your hands."

"Take it out for me."

Ling Miaomiao shook his head and glared at him, looking dead at home.

Mu Sheng was silent for a long while, staring at her, double-spotted her chest, her dark eyes seemed to contain a cold smile: "Do you think I'm afraid to put it here?"

As soon as the words fell, he bullied further, and suddenly kissed her lips, turning her back, turning her hands behind her with her left hand. Immediately when she was not prepared, her right hand pulled the laces of her jacket off and drilled in.

"Um ..." She struggled violently.

He left slightly and his voice was hoarse, seeming to warn on the edge of patience: "Don't let me touch if you don't want me to touch it."

Ling Miaomiao tried not to move. When he kissed, the thin paper was also pinched in his hand.

He didn't rush out, but helped her to fasten her jacket first, and pulled out the fur collar, flattened it, and lined her little red face. If she didn't stare at him angrily, he would like to touch it again. Her face.

This success succeeded, dispelling most of his anger, and the joy cover in his eyes could not be covered.

He looked at the letterhead with ease, and there was a line of scribbled words under the inky ink on the top: "Yaoer: I had to get out of the way. Ten days later, the Fangzhen Restaurant in Huafang Town merged. Take care of yourself."

His raised eyelashes twitched slightly, and his face mocked: "It's kind of patient."

"Don't throw it away." Ling Miao walked over to see him, and he shunned her lightly, evading her lightly, without letting her see a word, pushing the letterhead into his arms.

"Why should I throw it away?" Mu Sheng looked at her eyes deliberately, "Liu Gongzi said that he would marry Sister Ai when she came back."

"..."

The restaurant lights were on, and there was still a lot of people in the lobby on the first floor. The second child shuttled between them and was carrying water outside. When he saw them, he came over and said hello.

"Right, Miss Ling," he frowned, "have you finished reading that book?"

Ling Miao Miao wondered for a moment: "Book ..."

Mu Sheng was half in front of her, the teenager's face was alive, and the smile was alienated: "We went up first."

"Oh ..." Xiao Er scratched her head, watching the girl doubtfully led him upstairs tightly.

Ling Miaomiao returned to the room, turned over the box and collapsed the cabinet, and finally picked up the unfinished novel under the table. He blew the ash on it and turned to go downstairs.

"Where are you going?" He stood in front of her.

Ling Miaomiao looked up: "Return the book."

"I'll help you back."

"..." Ling Miaomiao looked at him for a long while, seeming to endure and tolerate, threw the book at him, twisted to raise the tent, and lay on the bed in a huff.

The teenager squeezed the book downstairs, and the old wooden stairs creaked softly. As he walked, he suddenly thought of something, slowly picked up the book, turned to the last page, and glanced at the end with a line of sight.

Ling Miaomiao told it when she was awake. The story was that the son fell in love with his husband. He resorted to any means and forced him to win. He forced him to commit suicide twice.

A dim light shone brightly on top of his head, thick eyelashes cast a small shadow on the bottom of his eyes, and he pursed his lips slightly.

The last time in the book, the husband couldn't bear his possessiveness. He committed suicide for the third time. He wanted to scare his son, but he didn't expect to die. The son was hit hard and spit up blood, and desperately smiled before his death: "The twisted melon is not sweet after all."

The young boy closed the book "snap", and a trace of confusion and anger flashed in the moist black eyes. He squeezed his fingers and endured his urge to burst the spark.

Fortunately, she didn't finish it.

"Mu Gongzi came to return the book?" Xiao Er laughed all day long, raised his towel to wipe his face, took the book, put it on the wooden shelf on the first floor, and then came back to wipe the table.

Mu Sheng stood aside, the voice was very low: "Your friend is good, has there been news from the palace recently?"

"In the palace ... Do you want to ask Liu Yangma?"

"Ok."

"I heard that Liu Rima was taking good care of her every day, and Di Ji's madness was cured."

He nodded and did not speak other languages.

Xiao Er wiped the table and asked curiously, "How is Mu Gongzi's wedding preparation going?"

"Soon."

He was stunned for a moment, but he didn't understand what "fast" means, and he started the conversation: "Yes, Mu Gongzi, I heard that the demon family is very proud, and they don't marry ordinary people, then Ling girl must think Very flattering. "

He had dealt with Ling Miaomiao twice before, and he was sweet and unpretentious. He was a pretty cute girl, but if he wanted to make the demon catcher fascinated and rushed to marry, all the procedures were expedited, which was inviting. curious.

"She ..." The teenager's eyelashes were drooping, and after thinking for a while, he only spit out two words, "Very good."

"It's me who climbs high."

Ling Miaomiao was lying on the bed with her stomach full, waiting for the left and waiting for no one to come. The candlelight on the table was swaying, and the thin smoke filled it, gradually blurring in her eyes, and she fell asleep like that.

When Mu Sheng came back, he found that the people in the tent didn't even cover the quilt. He was lying on the bed with his clothes on his side, his hands on the pillow, and he slept deeply.

He held out his hand, removed the three sharp butterfly hairpins from her head and placed it on the table, pulling the quilt to cover her.

I do not know why, the phrase "strong twisted melon is not sweet" always lingers in my heart, disturbing him. He decided to let her go for the time being tonight, not to bother her.

The candlelight was extinguished with a "huh", and the moth in the room fell into darkness. Suddenly, a moth came out of the way, "banging" against the window, and then bursting out a "slap" fan wing. sound.

"Mu Sheng ..." She grunted. He was stunned, leaning down to see through the cold moonlight, her eyes were still tightly closed, her brows were frowning, and he mumbled vaguely, "Ah, you're so annoying."

"..."

Blowing the candle, somehow caused her.

His fingertips rubbed her soft face repeatedly, his voice low: "What do you call me?"

She didn't say anything, her wrists were resting on her forehead, and she seemed to be sleepy and open her eyes lazily.

He put a little more effort and squeezed punitively: "Huh?"

Ling Miaomiao finally opened his eyes to see him. The black pupil was extremely bright under the moonlight, and his eyes were full of disgust: "Annoying."

"..." I can't sleep well tonight.

She lifted her from the bed, kissed her on the forehead, and immediately hugged her and said softly: "Call the child."

"..."

He hugged tighter and repeated patiently: "Call the child."

Ling Miaomiao smiled suddenly, staring at him: "Will you call your father?"

He was silent for two or three seconds, lowering his eyebrows and kissing her face: "You can do it if you want."

Ling Miaomiao pushed him away, anxiously ruined: "Go to yours."

In the early morning of the following day, Ling Lushan's reply and the dowry wading to Chang'an were sent to Chang'an. Three people came along—Ayi in gray clothes and Aunt Ling Yu's cousin.

This meal was very embarrassing, because Ling Miaomiao had no impression of the two relatives who could n’t hit him, and had to whisper inquisitively, "What are they doing?"

"How many children at home?"

"How old are the children?"

A Yijian Nursing Home is a good player. In this situation, he sweats frequently, fidgeting and stuttering: "Miss, I don't know ..."

"This ... I don't know ..."

"I'm the one who leads the way ..."

Ling Miaomiao hated the iron and made a sigh.

Ling Lushan's official residence was inseparable, and he had no siblings. He had no choice but to order from the deceased wife's side, and ordered two volunteers to help him.

Said it was an assessment, but without the slightest consciousness of the assessment, sitting at the dinner table with a happy smile, be more polite and polite.

Mu Yao has been doing things safely, and Mu Sheng is advancing and retreating. In a few words, she has coaxed her cheap cousin out of nowhere.

In this world, the family of demon-catchers seems to be in a superior position. Even if the Mu family has only an empty shell and is famous, the thin and dead camel is bigger than a horse. It is comparable to her official family. It's cheap.

Mu Yao said truthfully: "Father and mother have passed away, Miao Miao married, without elder care, please bear with me."

Aunt cousin smiled brilliantly like a chrysanthemum: "Oh, it's best if no in-laws need to serve ..."

Uncle Cousin stepped on it and hurriedly changed his mouth: "Oh, sorry, sorry, I mean, Miaomiao is spoiled at home, I'm just afraid of serving poor in-laws, hehehe ..."

Ling Miaomiao also laughed awkwardly.

Mu Yao paused, and said cautiously: "Catch the demon wandering all year round, living in no fixed place ..."

Aunt Coo praised again: "Miao Miao Xing Zi Ye, young, let her go out for a few more years, and she should play. We are the kind of gates that do not go out of the way, and I envy it!" She turned her head. Looking at Mu Sheng affectionately, it seemed to him how he liked this handsome quasi-aunt, "Anyway, isn't there still Mu Gong?"

Mu Sheng's performance was polite and humble, and he also brought a proper shy of elders' favorite: "Well, I will protect Miao Miao."

"Look, look, see ..." Aunt cousin turned to look at her uncle, "I said no problem."

Uncle Cousin nodded his head, unable to conceal his appreciation: "Mugongzi is a young talent ..."

Ling Miaomiao sat down, like a dignified vase on the table. After a while, she turned around and whispered to Ayi: "Are you paying attention to people on the road, this is really our family's relatives, not lost?"

A Yi almost swallowed an egg in his mouth: "Drop ... drop the bag? Who dropped the bag?"

Ling Miaomiao sneered: "Expectant Aunt."

"Ah?" He was more horrified. "Miss, where are you telling ghost stories ..."

Ling Miaomiao took a long breath and leaned back weakly on the chair. "Ayi, do you have any wine? Please pour me a bit."

A Yigang reached out his hand and suddenly looked behind her, saying something unfavorable: "Little ... Miss, my auntie seems to be glaring at me." He was restless for a while, his face changed, and he stood up with a "brush". , "Miss sit for a while, let me go for a convenience ..."

"Hey ..." She reached out and dragged. Ayi ran faster than the rabbit and disappeared in a flash.

She turned her head to look at the sound, the teenager's mouth was bent, and the water reflected in her eyes: "Miao Miao, come and sit on my side."

She didn't move, and her cousin poked her, with a smile on her face who came to know everything: "Go. This boy, I'm sorry."

She took the skirt and sat slowly beside him. As soon as she sat down, the hands under the table were caught by him. It seemed that she was afraid of running away until he asked him to toast with both hands.

After three trips to wine, my aunt tried to ask: "Miao Miao, your dad can't get rid of him. He asked me if you want to get married here, or go back to Taicang, according to our folk customs for thirty days marry?"

Mu Sheng listened to his ears, his fingers clenched the cups, and his knuckles were pale.

"Do not go back to Taicang, just here." She responded calmly.

My aunt and uncle looked at each other: "That's fine ... Then let's stay here and handle the marriage for you?"

Miao Miao raised her head and asked, "Auntie, how long will it take you to prepare for a wedding?"

"Yo, it will take twenty to thirty days." She pulled her finger, "The wedding dress must be customized, and the house must have wow ..."

The young man lowered his eyes, his face pale, and took a silent drink of wine.

Ling Miaomiao said with a smile: "We will leave for Fangfang Town in ten days. Let's keep the marriage simple."

My aunt was a little surprised: "... what do you want ... what do you want to simplify?"

"Looking for the old temple in Chang'an City, and worshipping the church is considered a pro."

The eyes of all four people fell on her face, and Mu Sheng's eyes were dark and deep.

"This ?!" My aunt wiped her sweat. "I'm afraid ..."

"Heaven and earth are proofs, and there is nothing to fear." The girl smiled easily, with black and white in her eyes.

Mu Sheng's expression suddenly froze, and the wine in the glass was almost poured out-just the last day of the seven-day period.