Black Lotus Tactics Manual

Slender fingers pinched the bamboo dragonfly against the window, and the bright sunlight gave the slim dragonfly wings a layer of plush bright edges. Ling Miaomiao looked left and right, and praised, "It's beautiful."

Mu Sheng reached out to pick up, she temporarily changed her mind, grabbed it and rubbed it in her palm, and let it go out with joy, "Try it first!"

The bamboo dragonfly flew so high that it slammed against the beam before it fell back to the ground.

Ling Miaomiao stretched her laziness, slid relaxedly, and lay lazy on the bed, rubbing her sore eyes: "Successful, go pick it up."

Mu Sheng didn't move, still sitting by her bed, seeming to hesitate. After a long while, Miao Miao stretched out a thin steel ring in front of her eyes, which was Mu Sheng's devil's handle on his wrist every day.

Miao Miao looked at him blankly.

Mu Sheng didn't look at her, and she stared at the demon handle in front of her without blinking: "This is for you."

Ling Miaomiao's inner heart thumped, it was like opening a champagne scene, the stopper "popped" out, the foam suddenly sprayed for several meters, or the swirling crazy spray. But she didn't miss anything on her face, calmly a little cautiously: "You ... want to send me your demon handle?"

If you remember correctly, this pair of demon handles was sent by Mu Yao, which is of great significance. At that time, when the big ship crossed the Wanjiang River, the black lotus would rather be stabbed than throw one.

Mu Sheng looked up at her, seeming to be very dissatisfied with her reaction. The black eyes were filled with annoyance: "Give it to you, give it away." He paused, his eyes fell on the floor in the distance On the bamboo dragonfly, whispered, "Count the return of that."

The next second, it seemed that I regretted it a little and became impatient: "Don't just ..."

Before the words fell, Miao Miao pulled it over and put it on her hands. She shook her clothes and hid it in her sleeves, fearing that he would regret it again: "Why, why don't you know this exchange Dharma, I made ten and eight bamboo dragonflies for Mu Gongzi! "

Mu Sheng glared at her: "You ..."

"I know!" Miao Miao instantly converged with a rampant smile, and took the lead in a straight voice. "You are afraid that I won't do anything, and then drag everyone back, and Duke selflessly calm me a little."

She shook her wrists, and Xingzi's eyes were big and bright, and she laughed out loud: "Thank you."

In my heart, there is another idea. The demon handles were originally a pair. Now they take one each, which is more or less a couple's meaning. This is not a big step forward on the road to success. ?

"... I'm gone." Mu Sheng leaned over to pick up the bamboo dragonfly on the ground and took it in his hand. He stopped for a moment when he went out and turned his head slightly, not knowing what to wait for.

Ling Miaomiao turned around indifferently, under the warm sunshine in the afternoon, buried her face comfortably in a soft pillow, sniffed deeply in the rosy rosin, and smoothly said: "Mug, help me Come home. "

Ah, the palace is really happy to support the elderly.

The sound of silence is silent, the hand holding the bamboo dragonfly hangs on the side, and the index finger rubs on the pole of the bamboo dragonfly, repeatedly scratching the concave score, stroke from top to bottom, one by one, the engraving is smooth Yo-yo, no hesitation.

-Childhood.

This man only whispered behind his back. He was always Mu Gongzi Mu Muzi in person, why not call him a child?

He turned back halfway, and saw the girl lying on the bed, her legs up and swaying, her thin ankles loomingly revealing a slender ankle, and innocently buried her small face in the pillow and rubbed, this gesture, Inexplicably coincided with a warm dream.

"boom."

When the door was closed at once, someone seemed to want to cut off hard.

Emperor Duanyang ended the long wind chill in this late autumn. On those days when she was ill, the emperor went to sit in Fengyang Palace every few days. Pei Yun served softly on the side.

The little maiden who was guarding outside the Fengyang Palace even heard the laughter from the brothers and sisters in the inner palace very often.

Once they seemed to be separated by mountains, rivers, and seas, and they only met in a strange way to salute. After experiencing this, knowing each other's intentions, they could actually have a good time with each other, and found the intimacy of their closest relatives. The favored Emperor Ji's identity finally satisfactorily.

Everything is moving in a good direction, except for Princess Zhao, who has never appeared in the incident until now, and is almost in a state of silence.

When Ling Miaomiao walked in the garden, she saw a long queue endlessly in Liuyue Palace. The inner supervisors in purple mantles carried the precious tea tables, pear blossom benches, and four-fold screens in twos and threes. Passing beside her with a broken step.

"Be careful, be careful--" The long-toned supervisor's command of the whisker did not contain a touch of emotion.

"Is this ..."

The little internal supervisor who moved things nodded at her and whispered with a smile: "The concubine moved to the palace, borrowed, borrowed."

The magnificent Liuyue Palace ... Taiwan Zhao was actually moving away from here.

Two little internal supervisors passed by her, carrying a few stacked wooden boxes, the top of which was not covered tightly, probably filled with pearl hairpins and the like, and could hear the crisp sound of the jade collision inside. The two clenched their teeth, the blue muscles burst, and they even wobbled a little while walking.

"Hey ..." One of them suddenly shouted, but the voice did not fall, and there was a crackling sound. The box above slipped to the left, tilted slightly, and opened its mouth like a monster spitting out the flood, and the necklace and jewelry spilled on the ground.

The little inner inspector's legs trembled slightly, sweating in the sultry air, and the two stood on the ground and began to blame each other.

"Boom--"

There were unexpected winds and clouds in the sky, and suddenly the clouds became dense, and the sky became a dull, earth-yellow color. Thunderstorms thundered from far and near, and it seemed that it was going to rain.

"What's going on?" The supervisor's scolding came.

The two did not care about shirk each other, and hurriedly lay on the ground to pick up. The big raindrops had begun to fall, and the ground was covered with round seals.

Ling Miaomiao looked anxious in her heart and squatted down to help pick up. Several scattered light-colored bead flowers were collected in her hand. A golden hairpin had a delicately bound scroll next to it.

Miao Miao stretched out her hand, and the scroll unfolded, revealing a portrait unexpectedly.

This painting is only a quarter of the size of a normal portrait. It is small and exquisite, and extends only to the elbow. No wonder it can be tucked into the makeup and hidden with a lot of beads.

The portrait has been some years old, and the texture of the pale golden silk is soft and noble. The painting method is not freehand, but a work brush, and even the hair is painted one by one.

The man is dressed in a white fur fox fur cape, revealing a low-key luxurious pattern on the inner robe, pedaling black dengyun boots, standing against the horse, wearing a purple gold crown, but the hair is very wanton and only half of the hair is black. The hair like copper mine was draped behind him and was blown up by the wind,

In this world, since you wear a crown, you can't distribute your hair, and it's plain and irritating.

But the man with a pair of long and noble eyes, with a tall nose and tight lips, appeared slightly cold and proud, and his scattered hair was not frivolous at all.

It was like a noble son who was a little bit hungry, thriving to the thick place, running a few miles across the white horse, disregarding the scattered hair in the wind, waiting until he was full, and arrogantly dismounted, on a winter night with snow falling, he accidentally walked Look outside the painting.

Ling Miaomiao also stared at him—the high nose bridge and deep eye sockets, the easiest to show the outline of Yingying, but also the white face and red lips, as if the sea cucumber and abalone wings were stacked on one place, as beautiful as refined. Paper man.

Interesting, there is a handsome man hidden in the makeup dress of Zhao Taifei.

Miao Miao Ge closed the portrait for only a second, then stopped suddenly, and slowly unfolded again.

There were a few drops of water stains on the painting, and the rain began to grow.

... where this person seems to have been seen.

This outstanding look is stunning at first glance, but because all the parts are too perfect, there are no special features, and then look back carefully, the face is blurry, leaving only the word "handsome" in my mind ...

Where have you seen it?

It was that ... that ... the green cow and the white horse crossed the gate ... the people ... the red flag ... the Qixiang ...

She screamed in surprise: "... Light clothes?"

It is rumored that the current light clothes, Feng Shenjunyi, looks more than Pan An, is the girl in the spring of the national girl.

"Memories Fragment", Houyi Hou.

A trembling voice beside her sounded: "How can you recognize the light clothes?"

The house was heavily fragrant, the doors and windows were closed tightly, and the curtains were put down. The light was dim and bleak, and a few tiny rays of light hit the table diagonally.

Mu Yao and Concubine Zhao sat across from each other with an old ebony case.

Toffee Zhao wore a hairpin on her head, and half of her white hair was mixed in Qingsi. The skin at the corners of her mouth and eyes was slack and dull. Her eye bags were scary, and her eyes were dull.

Mu Yao secretly snorted. When she first met, the middle-aged lady who was well-maintained was only half a year old. She was like an old lady.

It was raining, and the dense raindrops thumped the window mounds like popping beans, the curtains moved slightly, and there was a mournful wind.

Mu Yao opened the box in front of him, and took out only the jade card with cinnabar beads and red tassels, and silently put it in his arms.

Mrs. Zhao sat motionless, like a man carved out of stone.

This remote Agarwood Hall was the cold palace where the former concubine lived, and it was in a dilapidated state. The old thing happened, and everyone snorted and directed. With the emperor's tacit consent, she isolated herself from the crowd. From then on, she became a lonely widow who no one knew.

"Mother, I still have something to ask for advice." Mu Yao hesitated. "I found the seal of the ghost of the Mu family at the ruins of the old temple. No such seal ... "

Mrs. Zhao nodded his head, and the tone of the voice was flat: "Mu Alchemist don't have to doubt, it was the palace holding Mujia jade card in that year, making up lies, forcing your parents to suppress the ghosts of Xingshan Temple and covering up the truth." It was a cold sarcasm laugh, "It is also a cause-effect retribution to do such things that are against the heavens, and to this day."

Mu Yao's doubts were more serious, and she could not help but hurry: "But if the lady had used the jade card ten years ago, then ..." She took out the jade card in her sleeve and looked sideways, "This jade card ... "

How can a person have two jade cards?

Toffee Zhao remained silent for a long time, and smiled eccentrically: "This jade card in your hand is not mine, but a gift from someone else. If it is not Min Min's matter, there is really nothing I can do."

Mu Yao frowned. The Mujiayu brand is rare and can be manipulated to capture the tokens of the demon family, allowing users to cross between ghosts and gods, and even more important than the ordinary tiger runes. Who will easily give it away?

She couldn't help but ask: "Who is the original owner of this jade card?"

Mrs. Zhao seemed to be ten years old in an instant, and her eyes became extremely vicissitudes: "... it is the younger brother of this palace, Zhao Qinghuan."

Sadness, guilt and pity flashed in her eyes, and she must have looked at Mu Yao's face for a long time, and she seemed to want to say something, but she didn't say a word.

"Light clothing Hou has passed away for nearly ten years, and I don't want a junior like Miss Ling to recognize ..." Xu Gonggong stared at her with muddy eyes filled with wrinkles, holding a huge butter paper umbrella, sheltering the two in Under the umbrella.

His tone was strange, seeming to contain infinite sigh.

The rains around them immediately became dense, and the heavy rain fell to the ground, and the little inner inspector carrying things clamored, and shouted to lift the furniture under the eaves for temporary shelter.

Ling Miaomiao looked at the portrait and did not answer the question: "... the empress hid the portrait of Qingyi Hou in her makeup?"

The old inspector frowned slightly, and looked at her with strange eyes, and seemed to be dissatisfied with her malicious speculation: "His Royal Highness Qingyi Hou is our brother-in-law's brother."

"..." Miao Miao was stunned for a while, rolled the portrait into his arms, "Excuse me." Turned and ran into the rain curtain.

Too messy ... Qingyi Hou is the younger brother of Princess Zhao Zhao?

Wait a minute, Hou Yi has passed away for nearly ten years, and it's time ... it breaks into the Qixiang car and pinches the child on his neck ... and it's worthy of age again ...

The black lotus and the concubine Zhao both look bored. Is it the telepathy between killing their brother and the enemy? Concubine Zhao took pains to make a little tiger to send it over, what is meant to imply that raising tigers is a problem? Cheating for the tiger?

She shook her head and couldn't figure it out for a while.

At the end of the conversation, Mu Yao took out a peeling red lacquered cowhide box from his sleeve, opened it, and pushed it in front of Zhao Taifei.

There were two black stones lying on the golden silk cloth. Mrs. Zhao looked at it and immediately rubbed her temples with her eyes closed as if she was burnt. It seemed that she had a bad headache.

Mu Yao did not stop because she resisted, and asked, "Do you know what this is?"

"What can it be?" Mrs. Zhao sneered with her head held up, "It's a demon."

Turning her around, and causing her to lose everything evil.

Mu Yao looked at her with pity: "Fuyi and I have tested it. This so-called relic is actually just the teeth of Tao Yu's."

"..." Zhao Taifei raised her head violently, her mouth twitching unconsciously, pulling out several wrinkles.

Tao Yu's life could not be ended, but death was mistakenly worshipped and worshipped as a spiritual creature. It was a great taunt by Tao Ying.

Mu Yao stared at her for a long time before sighing: "Although this matter has come to an end, there are still many doubts unresolved. With the power of the complaining spirit, it is impossible to give these two teeth so much energy."

"There are also the remains of the ashes of Xingshan Temple, how did the old man run far to Jingyangpo, and mix into the middle of the incense and seal ..."

She must be looking at Zhao Taifei: "Ma'am, we suspect that there is a big demon behind, so, this line of Li Yang, Jingyangpo, must be checked."

Toffee Zhao seemed very tired, trying to maintain politeness, but nodded indifferently: "Please do it."

(End of Volume Two)

Volume 3: Jingyangpo