Black Lotus Tactics Manual

As night fell, the crickets on the roadside crowed loudly, and the street trees around them could only see a blurry outline.

The three carriages proceeded smoothly on the dark road one after another, and the carts twirled and made a squeaking noise.

The copy of Jingyangpo came to an end, and the protagonist group and Li Zhun waved goodbye.

Li Man left and left the remote Jingyangpo, and moved back to the old Jiangnan mansion, while the protagonist group wanted to go north to Chang'an City, unable to bear Li Jun's kindness ... rubbed their three carriages.

Li Jun's shot is bound to be generous. The car is very spacious. It is covered with soft silk cushions and looks like a sleeper. It can be used for pedestrians to rest in peace. The driver is well-trained and there is no noise along the way.

Ling Miaomiao curled up in the car, her body covered with a thick cotton coat, and the glass in her hand was turned over and over by the dim light shining through the gap between the curtains.

The sum of Jingyangpo's copy and the bonus of the additional missions add up to such a small "memory fragment", or the memories she couldn't understand--

In that scene, Mufu ’s room was spacious and luxurious. Before the wide range of cases, the seductive woman wore a layered and complicated tan collar skirt and taught the black lotus academic method.

At that time, Mu Sheng looked only eleven or twelve years old, and still had two or three points of childishness in his eyebrows. The hair hanging on his shoulders had been **** with a white hair band, showing snowy ears and beautiful temples. Can show the outline of young people.

Sitting behind him, the woman was in an unexpectedly intimate gesture, holding his hand and hanging the pen, from right to left, slowly drawing symbols on the yellow paper.

The tip of the pen was stained with bright red and dense dansha, and only the stroke of the pen was sketched finely, the curve turned, like a maze, connected with a stroke, and the totem-like characters were densely drawn to the left.

After a sharp stroke, the woman pulled her hand away and asked him, "Xiao Sheng'er, remember?"

The voice was as sweet as a yellow bird, with an upward hook, her face almost touching his forehead.

Mu Sheng did not resist, but just looked at the yellow paper on the table in silence, not knowing what he was thinking.

The woman patiently pulled out a piece of paper from below, and dipped the pen in dansha again, saying lightly: "If you haven't learned it, mother will teach you again ..."

"I remember." He replied, his voice still slightly hoarse, "but ..."

"But what?"

He paused, seeming at a loss: "Sister Ai once told me that the symbols must not go from right to left, from inside to outside ..."

The woman smiled: "Your sister is right, this is the reverse character."

The teenager suddenly raised his eyes, surprised in his eyes.

"Want to ask me why I taught you this?"

The woman raised her lip corners, picked up the pen, and sketched it carefully again on the new paper, patiently as if applying eyebrows and makeup: "Mu Yao has excellent roots, and he started to practice at the age of three. One step. You became a monk halfway, and the Mu family refused to teach you well. If you do n’t think about it yourself, you ca n’t catch up with your sister in this life. ”

She had already drawn a picture, put aside the pen, and stroked his hair pityfully: "Don't you want to protect your sister, if you don't become strong, next time, you can only hide behind her."

Mu Sheng turned his head and looked silently at her shallow chestnut pupil in the sun.

Her touch was more and more gentle, like teasing a pet, her red lips lightened, and the tone of her voice spread slowly: "Xiaosheng'er, you also know what you are, right?"

"..." The boy pressed his lips tightly.

"You have come from the night, and you want to be in a bright light, where is such a good thing."

Mu Sheng's clenched fist slowly loosened, and he held up the pen, as if he was grieved with someone, and he drew a picture without saying a word, but his hand was a little trembling, and the line was slightly curved at the end.

The woman picked up the paper to take a closer look, and with a satisfied "um", bent the corner of her mouth, "Xiaosheng'er is indeed the smartest."

...

Ling Miao Miaozai carefully looked at the woman's face and determined that she was definitely not the one in her previous dream.

The face was so impressive that even though it fell into dust, it cried and had makeup, it was beautiful and ethereal, unlike the woman in front of her, the beauty was beautiful, but it was an awl face, big eyes, hook-like eyes, narrow The shoulders are thin waist, the chest is half exposed, and the seductive is hanging.

But Mu Sheng did indeed call her "mother", the two acted intimately like mother and son, and it seemed that there was no violation.

She then looked down.

The door was pushed open. The child carried the tea on the tray and handed her respectfully to her, and it seemed that he did not dare to look up at her face directly: "Mrs. Er."

"Well." She took a sip of tea and waved her hand. "Go on."

"Second lady ... Miss is back, in the lobby ..." he said, raising his head cautiously, and looked at the woman strangely. She was devoting herself to placing a few plates of pastries on the tray in front of Mu Sheng. The words said only lightly, "I'll pass in a moment."

The child glanced at her curiously again, and bowed back.

This strange woman is the second lady of the Mu family ... Mu Sheng seems to have spoken to her in the impression. Mu Huaijiang does have a concubine room. The female name is Bai Yirong. Although Mu Yao called Bai Jin as the mother, she only called Aunt Erfang Rong was actually the child of the second lady.

However, at the time, he said that Bai Yirong was shallow, and half of those whip marks on his back were the result of the woman's instigation; once he failed to protect Mu Yao, the woman would start beating people, or use other methods Insulting him is simply a model of a vicious stepmother.

Now it seems that things are not as he said, at least for this fragment, it seems that at this stage, he and Bai Yirong have reached a good relationship with each other ...

Ling Miaomiao turned around anxiously: did he hide something, or did he have something hidden in it?

...

The door closed, and the woman saw him looking at the plate, and she didn't move, so she asked, "Why don't you eat?"

Mu Sheng was hesitant and her eyelashes fluttered: "I ... I haven't eaten sweet for a long time."

The woman lowered her eyebrows: "Eat, it's all your favorite food."

He lifted a piece of gaze, his dark eyes filled with daze: "Is ..."

Her hand deliberately or unintentionally brushed the hair band on his head: "The forgetfulness curse on you can't be solved for a while, and it's normal to think about it all. How can a mother deceive you?"

She watched him eat pastries and told her: "Xiao Sheng'er, don't talk about people who write back characters."

He nodded, then nodded, and finally looked up, looking very serious: "... Marry Mu family, but what do you want?"

She smiled faintly on her lips, casually with her chestnut eyes: "Don't Xiaosheng'er always want a father, now you have a father and a mother, and your favorite sister, our family is together, Isn't it just right? "

...

Suddenly the carriage suddenly stopped, and the horse let out a long hoarse noise, and Ling Miaomiao almost rolled down from the collapse.

Lifting the curtain, the driver was panic-stricken and apologized to her in a hurry.

The three carriages were next to each other, and the two in front had also been stopped. Ling Miaomiao looked up, and the tall city walls were towering like mountains, standing in the night, showing the hard and cold outline of the masonry. The lanterns hanging on the city gates were bright, reflecting the strong fonts on the forehead.

"Here we are?"

"Miss Hui Ling, it's here ..." The driver put the whip on his lap, took out a square and wiped his sweat, and looked up at the sky, his voice was a little worried, "It's just too late, too late."

If you want to enter the city, most plan to arrive before dark, otherwise it is easy to go nowhere. The plan couldn't keep up with the changes. Now that these two hours are late, the city gates are closed, and tonight we might have to sleep on the streets again.

The driver in the front wagon shouted, gestured, and turned to turn around. The horse snorted and kicked its feet wearily.

Suddenly there was a heavy metal friction sound in the air, "Squeak--", followed by a burst of noisy people.

The coachman turned back in surprise: "Does the door open?"

The main door is for the entrance of powerful people, the small door is for people, and the small door on the right has been opened inwards. The torches are as bright as the stars in the night sky.

The guard holding the torch greeted him, waiting to see Liu Fuyi's face, unhappy, waving the torch in his hand and gesturing towards the wall.

"It's Liu Alchemist's car."

In a blink of an eye, the torch's light was like a sparkling prairie, forming a moving fire dragon. Countless guards ran on the city wall, passing messages one by one to the deep of Miyagi.

Ling Miaomiao looked at the city gate in surprise. They just went to investigate and returned to make a handover. They could deserve such a big battle?

Mu Yao in the front was obviously puzzled, and lifted the curtain to watch out cautiously.

Three carriages and carriages were ushered into the city gate surrounded by many guards. The joyful shouts of the guards became clear: "The grandpa is back-the grandpa is back-"

Passing one by one, from near and far, it instantly resounded inside and outside Miyagi, and the whole Miyagi seemed to be boiling at this moment.

The sharp and thin voice of the internal supervisor came from afar, and it cut through the night of Miyagi, and it seemed like a singing show: "Welcome-the horse-enter the palace."

Surrounded by mountains calling for tsunami, Mu Yao looked at the front, his face pale.

"Everything about Emperor Ji, everything."

The tea was poured into the porcelain cup, and the second child of the shop lowered his voice to add tea. "Specifically, the small one is not very clear, but I heard that Diji seems like ..."

He pointed to his head, his voice lowering and lowering, "Here I was stimulated, and people were confused. His majesty told her relatives, and the night before she married, she went crazy, holding Liu Fangshi's card and became pro , Saying that he has married a dead person. "

Miao Miao and Mu Sheng sat on one side and listened with their heads up, Mu Yao sat on the opposite side, bowing his head without saying a word.

"Small relatives are on duty in the palace. When I heard that Diji Fengren shouted and fell things, only the great maid got close and called ... what cloud. Your majesty was really anxious."

The dishes in front of me were still golden crispy gourd chicken, green cumin pancakes, crimson roasted elbows, smooth stuffed skin, but almost no one moved chopsticks, and the table seemed very quiet.

Counting the time, after Liu Fuyi jumped through the fissure, Diji saw that he had been taken care of by his own eyes, thinking he was dead, and then he was hit. Coupled with being forced to marry, he sacrificed for love.

"Everyone thought that Emperor Ji's madness could not be cured, and he would hold the card for a lifetime, who knows that the old concubine came back alive ..." Xiao Er shook his head with a puffy smile on his face. Become a good thing. "

Liu Fuyi was intercepted into the palace gate as soon as he entered the city gate. No matter what, Duan Yang was mad because of him and spoke arrogantly. The Son searched for famous doctors all over the world, but he was helpless. Xie Ling also had to be the bell man, only pinning all his hopes on Liu Fuyi, partly begging partly forcing him to be a concubine.

However, the car was happy, and the car must be miserable. Ling Miaomiao knows how hard Mu Yao was hit. It has been three days since Liu Fuyi was condemned into the palace, and there was no news. According to his temperament, the Emperor Ji can't see him losing his soul. He must stay for a period of time, just how long it takes, whether there are variables, everything is unknown.

As a result, the marriage period they had planned had to be postponed.

Catching a demon is like duckweed in the water, scattered and impermanent, and the pursuit of stability is not too strong, so it is always obstructed by all things. It is anxious to think about it.

Mu Yao was eating food tastelessly, but was thinking about another thing in his mind-

That night, Emperor Ji went to Jingyangpo to find Liu Fuyi and confessed that she was also present. Liu Fuyi refused Emperor Ji's kindness in her miraculous manner and said, "There are people who are pleased underneath. It should be a waste of time on me, and be a good man. "

Speaking of this, even the dull girl understood the meaning. Emperor Ji was thin-skinned and cried on the spot. After crying, she chuckled and said, "I ... I do n’t want anyone? Since Liu, Brother Liu didn't mean that. Emperor Ji, a country in this palace, has a huge capacity, and naturally will not, will not be boring and entangled, but you save me twice. I will meet and repay such kindness, and I will not owe humanity to Duanyang! "

At that time Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao looked at each other and both smiled: "Yes."

Duan Yang went back to the palace crying, crying and crying, pointing at them, saying: "This palace will never bless you!"

...

In her view, Di Ji is just a little girl with a fantasy and a hero worship in the Fairview. Was her obsession so deep that she could marry the dead man?

"Sister A." She looked up, her voice was calling, "The tea is cold, I'll help you change a glass."

She nodded weakly.

Mu Sheng skimmed the cold water in her teacup and replaced it with a new one, silently filling Ling Miaomiao.

The girl supported her cheeks, and the round Kyoko eyes followed Mu Sheng's movements, "Thank you."

This brought a little warm color to his eyes, but when he looked at his sister, the warm color quickly faded away: "Sister, let's stay in the inn for a few days and wait for Liu Gongzi for a few days, shall we?

When he bit the word "Liu Gongzi", his tone was cold and cold.