Black Lotus Tactics Manual

"What kind of flower is this Murong?" Someone interrupted with a loud voice.

The old man shook his head: "Murong is not a" flower ", even, her name is not engraved on the brand-because the name is not true or false."

There was a low commotion in the hall, which seemed to be dissatisfied, and the questioner raised the tone again: "Well, what did she do? The story of the two men of the magnolia Wuxiang drama was wonderful last time. Fragrant?"

The people in the seat responded.

Mu Yao's face turned red, and she looked around. She really found that most of the young men sitting around her face couldn't hold her.

The table behind him is still talking about science: "This old man is here, telling a short story every day for the diners to relax, talking about what happened in the past in the flower break." His tail tape was a bit frivolous. meaning.

"Formerly?"

"It's the story when Hua Zhe is still a brothel. Every girl also has a nickname above her name. The person said 'Little Magnolia' is another name for Wuxiang Girl. Legend has it that it is listed on the 99 9 The flowers are dazzling, and each has its own style ... This old man has already talked about forty-nine flowers. "

He smiled at the first man: "Sure enough, come here to eat, but to listen to this fragrant story by the way."

The young man took a sip of wine and sighed: "Fragrant, but not tacky, and exciting."

Ling Miaomiao looked up and looked at the interior of the hall. On the second floor, there were still unremoved gauze beads and bead curtains. Some bright powder was retained in the details. Through the old wooden stairs, it seemed that you could think of the women who twisted thin. Waist, stepped on the second floor with a handkerchief.

"You listen to me." The old man stretched out his hand to appease the dissatisfied diners. "You must think that Murong's must have no salt, so he can't put on a wooden sign or a flower name, right?"

"The fact is just the opposite-Murong's ice muscle jade bone, the appearance of heaven and man, the flower-folded boss durian, I can't think of a flower that can match her, so I have to hide her in the three-storey Dongnuan Pavilion and make a pearl in the box. Non-princes and nobles meet by name and will never come out and show their faces. "

"Oh--" The people underneath were immediately calmed down.

Since ancient times, the more mysterious and proud the beauty is, the more striking it is.

The old man glanced around with satisfaction, and then said: "The story will start when Zhao Gongzi settles in Wufang Town. Who is Zhao Gongzi, who? The grandfather of the high-ranking family, with a distinguished identity, looks even more different from ten thousand. From a few years old, she has been entangled with all kinds of noble girls, and it is very troublesome. "

"Therefore, Zhao Gongzi has an extremely tempered temperament, and especially treats the woman who shows him good, he almost doesn't take it seriously."

Three words and two words attracted the seated people to enter the country and listened with enthusiasm.

"This year, Mr. Zhao refused two or three marriages and refused dozens of confession. He was very upset, so he went to Wufang Town to relax by doing things. Our town is the most famous one. Fun? Rows of restaurants, brightly lit in the middle of the night, make you wandering and forgetting to return. "

"That year, there was not only a lantern festival, but also a fireworks festival in the Shangyuan Festival. Zhao Gongzi wanted to see the fireworks, but he didn't want to crowd out, so he paid attention to observe it and saw a small inaccessible hill in the south of the city-climbing to the top of the mountain It ’s a wonderful thing to overlook the town and look up to the sky dome. "

"So from the middle of the night, Gongzi Zhao went up the mountain alone. There was only a path that had been abandoned for many years. The road was very steep, and the grass was wild, and there were bugs everywhere. He was sweaty and described as embarrassed and walked for an hour. I climbed a third and couldn't help but feel discouraged. "

"Suddenly smelling a fragrant wind, I looked up and saw that there was a white shadow in front of me, which was a slim girl, walking alone up the mountain."

"The back of the plain clothes walked on the ground flat and walked fast. It seemed not to be disturbed by the mountain roads. The waist was not grasped. The coat was fluttering without sweat or dust. It really looked like heaven. Fairy. "

"Young Master Zhao was curious and took a few steps to catch up. The girl turned around and was surprised when she saw the stranger. She was covered with a white veil, covering most of her face, but only the bare pair. Eyes-It really deserves to look like autumn water, the eyes are flowing, but it is not ordinary water. It is simply the landscape of Xizi Lake. It is obviously not familiar with the style, but it is crisp in the heart. "

"Ah ..." There was a low breathing sound below.

The old man's eyes seemed to have a flash of success, and then he said, "Mr. Zhao was stunned for a moment, and immediately suppressed the shock in his heart, explaining that it was a sudden outburst in Xiafei. May I ask why the girl went up the mountain alone?"

"The fairy-like girl, with her emotions out of her eyes, seemed to be afraid that her actions would not be allowed. She opened her mouth, and the voice was like a sand sweeping from the silk, which made people's hearts tremble-she whispered carefully Answer: I came to see the fireworks. "

"Ha--" Everyone has a number of thoughts: the world's marriage is just a coincidence.

Taking advantage of this pause, Mu Yao lowered his head and quietly asked Liu Fuyi: "What do you say to your highness?"

The charcoal fire was burning in the restaurant, the steam was fumigating, and Liu Fuyi wiped the sweat, and there was a look of amazement on his face: "I got the order from Emperor Ji and escaped."

The Fengyang Palace was heavily guarded, and the armor reflected the cold light, and everyone was waiting for it.

"Emperor Ji, the concubine ran away." Pei Yun walked quickly to the dressing table, her face reflected in the mirror.

Duan Yang is eyebrows carefully, this time a serious illness, her small face a little yellow, hoping to cover up the disease with makeup, heard the words shaking, Luo Zidai broke.

She raised her eyebrows half-painted, and she was feeble even with her indulgence on her face: "What is it-what should it be."

"Emperor Ji, did you just let go of the pony?" Pei Yun's eyes widened and grabbed her arm. The nail was pinched into her skin due to too much force. The girl screamed and hurried away. , "Bold, you hurt me!"

Peiyun stared back at her a few steps backward, silently, and a light-colored pupil showed a chill.

"Brother Liu's heart is never with me. It is meaningless to force him to stay. It seems that I am stingy." Duanyang opened his sleeves and carefully blown his pinched skin. Helpless, let her lie on the dressing table with her forehead on her head, complaining, "This palace is already okay, it won't bite or run around, let the elder brother withdraw the outsiders, so many guards, see Upset. "

Pei Yun didn't move, just looked at her, and said coldly: "Emperor Ji, how can you let go of the pony without my permission?"

"You ..." Emperor Ji raised her red eyes, and finally issued a feeble sneer. "This palace is Emperor Ji. The people in the palace want to stay and stay. If you want to let go, do you still need your consent?"

Pei Yun snorted and walked to the dressing table, depicting Duan Yang's small sallow face reflected in the mirror, with a hint of sharpness in his tone: "Do you know why Liu Fangshi doesn't like you? The minions were flattered and did not dare to tell the truth ——The appearance of the Mu Family, far above His Royal Highness. "

"Nonsense!" Duan Yang interrupted, panting, trying to put her hand on her shoulder, but failed several times. "This palace looks so good that it doesn't lose Mu Yao. Brother Liu doesn't like me, but, but It ’s because ... ”she admitted reluctantly,“ but it ’s because the character of this palace is not very flattering. ”

Pei Yun sneered: "Your Highness also knows she is not flattering? Not only is it flattering, it's disgusting!"

"You ..." Duan Yang half lay on the dressing table, his eyes wide, trembling with anger, the words were incomplete, "If you are against you, how dare you ..."

Pei Yun pressed her tightly, and her sharp eyes were like cold swords: "If you were not born in the emperor's house, everyone would lazy give you even this two-pointed good-looking face. Be my emperor of China? "

"Nonsense ... Shut up!"

"Tell you, it ’s not just Liu Fuyi. No one in this palace is sincerely treating you. The slaves laughed at you in your back and thought that your majesty was nothing but guilt ..."

Duan Yang's breathing became more and more rapid, and his face showed abnormal flushing: "Shut up ... give me up ..."

Pei Yun's tone gradually softened, with a hint of bewitchingness, "Even your biological mother once thought of burning you and treating you as a worthless firewood stick. The Avenue of Light of her biological son ... how pitiful you are, Li Songmin. "She pinned the messy hair on the ear side of Emperor Ji, who was so angry, with a taunt in her eyes," Everyone wants you. Go to death ... don't you feel angry? "

In the mirror, Duan Yang's pupil suddenly enlarged.

She and Pei Yun stopped at the same time, and then trembling together, Pei Yun seemed to have been pulled out of the bone and fell down softly.

Duan Yang sat up straight from the dressing table, his chestnut pupils were illuminated by the bright sunlight, like precious cat jewel-like eyes, with a kind of beautiful beauty.

Emperor Ji began to comb her hair slowly, facing the mirror, inserting hairpins one by one, the index finger pointed a bit of rouge, and slapped lazily on her lips.

In the end, she picked up the half-cut truncated Luo Zidai, and filled her eyebrows without any hassle. Her eyebrows flew diagonally, sharp as a sword.

Duan Yang's body was embroidered with long-tailed green peacocks on countless small beads, and the colorful luster shone in the sun. Her skirt swayed on the ground, holding a hexagonal lantern in her hand, stepping on the dumb fallen leaves, and walked to the forest step by step. The hidden partial palace.

"Diji ..." The guards at the door looked at each other with surprise. "How did Diji come?"

The most distinguished young girl in China has strong makeup, she is not arrogant, she does not raise her eyes, and the tone is flat: "I want to go in and see the mother princess."

"But Your Majesty has told you that outsiders are not allowed to go to visit Princess Zhao ..."

"Absurd." Emperor Ji lightly opened his lips, his face became more indifferent and majestic, "Am I an outsider?"

When she talked, she glanced up. The eyes looked like a variety of styles, and they seemed cold and frosty.

The two guards glanced at each other and gave way with some fear.

Duan Yang's eyes are gorgeous, carrying a hexagonal wind lamp, dragging a long tail swing, and stepping into the Forbidden City without hurry.

Ling Miaomiao leaned back on the chair and pushed the plate aside: "Can't eat any more."

Three of the six apricot cloud cakes in the small dish are left as white as clouds, like pure white snow pieces cut squarely and squarely.

Only then did she, Mu Yao and Liu Fuyi each taste one piece, but Mu Sheng didn't move chopsticks.

Mu Sheng looked at the dish in front of her and looked at her sideways.

"You eat it, don't waste it." The girl stared at the pastries on the plate, her tone was casual, but her cheeks were red.

Mu Sheng looked at the plate of pastries and hesitated for a moment. She had already rolled up her sleeves and carefully lifted a piece together, resting on his lips undoubtedly: "Well."

The boy's eyes darkened for a moment, and his lips touched her half-kiss on her white fingers before opening her mouth to bite the cake quickly before she let go of her shame.

Ling Miaomiao stared at her hand with incisors: "You guy ..."

Mu Sheng chewed the Xingyun cake innocently, and a quick smile flickered across his eyes.

The fragrance of almonds strikes, and the sweetness is soft and spread like clouds. It is actually a kind of familiar texture, like a child who ca n’t walk, smiles and touches the warm feeling of mother ’s bare arm ...

He walked along the feeling, and his temples suddenly hurt sharply, as if the lost person stepped on a trap in the forest unintentionally.

He closed his eyes and calmed down, swallowing Xingyun Cake.

"... Isn't it delicious?" Ling Miaomiao saw his face pale, and his heart suddenly touched his throat.

Mu Sheng's black eyes looked at her, and after a while he said: "It's delicious."

"Your expression, I still have thorns in the pastry."

Ling Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief and tapped the chopsticks on the side of the dish. There was a smile in Xing's eyes. "These two are also yours."