Black Lotus Tactics Manual

Ling Miaomiao dragged his wrist and got up from the seat: "Come out."

Mu Sheng let her walk away, walked out of the hall, and quickly walked under the silent night, the dark and deserted corridor, in stark contrast with the bright and lively inside.

Ling Miaomiao walked all the way left and right, and finally saw a small stone pool not far away, next to the pool was a wooden scoop.

"Come on." She squatted down, grabbed his wrist, and pulled it to the edge of the pool, scooping a scoop of cold water on the back of his hand.

Mu Sheng quietly looked at her profile, Ling Miaomiao bowed her head intently, there was a layer of fine sweat on her forehead, and the silk ribbon on her hair was loose, and it hung on her shoulder for a long time.

He stretched out his left hand and helped her pull the ribbon.

Ling Miaomiao looked back at him, put down the scoop, and pressed his hand directly into the pool.

The water in the pond is clear and transparent, and you can see the colorful stones underneath and the fluffy waterweeds growing between the cracks. Several long and narrow fishes shuttled in the water vigilantly, and a few wiped the back of his hand. Sleek and greasy, with a resilient touch.

Then he felt a burst of hot pain afterwards.

Ling Miaomiao still held the posture of grabbing his wrist, looking at the water and smiling voluntarily: "Look, the little fish is coming to bite you."

"..." His long eyelashes moved, and dark eyes stared at her, looking very soft.

After soaking for a while, Ling Miaomiao pulled out his hand and placed it in front of his eyes. The back of the hand was still red, but fortunately, there was no blistering. Her fingertips were carefully rubbed twice on the top: "Does it hurt?" ? "

"No pain." He lied flatly.

Ling Miaomiao was relieved, and then dropped his hand, wiped the sweat on his head, and glanced at him. Jingliang Xingzi's eyes were full of disgust: "Even a water will not pour."

She paused and asked, "Go back?"

Mu Sheng suddenly grabbed her wrist and immersed in the pool again, "hand hurts."

Ling Miaomiao probably had a count in his heart, and he didn't want to listen for a while.

She didn't persuade any more, and looked at Chizi: "Then you are soaking yourself, why do you pull me?"

The young man's eyelashes dropped gently: "Block the little fish."

"..." Ling Miaomiao didn't hold back, and smiled "chiefly", put some water on his face, he didn't hide, just closed his eyes, and rubbed his wet cheek immediately after the attack. Her face.

The two squatted by the pool, playing with the water, their shadows obscuring the moonlight, and the fish in the pool shuttled in panic.

The old man packed his things and prepared to leave.

He came in the bustling time, added another fire to this kind of excitement, and then withdrew from the excitement.

Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao got up, followed him to the outside, and stopped him.

The old man in a piece of cloth turned back unexpectedly, and when he looked closer, he could see the wrinkles next to his red nose, and his mouth that appeared a little shrivelled because he started to lose his teeth.

This is just a folk artist who is polished by life.

Mu Yao's eyes clarified, anxious emotions faintly revealed: "Can you ask where did you hear your story?"

It is rumored that the anecdote can be processed, and it can be decent, but only a lot of details are private matters. He said so carefully, as if he was in it.

The old man's eyes showed a little daze and vigilance.

Liu Fuyi stepped forward: "We are not malicious, under Liu Fuyi ..."

In the folk mix, most of them have heard the prestige of Liu Fuyi and Jiu Xuanshou demon tower, he widened his eyes in panic: "Liu Fang Shi?"

Liu Fuyi's expression is still humble and reasonable: "Don't be afraid. We have arrested the demon to investigate the case so far. I heard some clues from you. If you don't understand something, please do not hesitate.

"..." The old man silently sighed, folded his hands together, "Little old man eats with this trick, please don't ask the two to speak."

Liu Fuyi sincerely said: "That is nature."

"Xiao Lao'er was originally a storyteller in Hengji City Tea House, telling some romance legends. More than ten years ago, the most famous brothel near the tea house suddenly caught fire and burned cleanly. The boss Du Niang died and died. The woman ran around and the flower fold fell. "

"Some people picked some unburnt women's jewelry from the ruins and sold them at a low price in the market to earn some spare money."

"That's when I bought an exquisite and beautiful makeup at the bazaar, and wanted to take it back to my mother-in-law ..." He hesitated, "Someone found that the box had a mezzanine accidentally after opening it There are nearly a hundred crystal clear beads in the mezzanine. I looked curious and pinched it up. One did n’t hold it. The beads fell to the ground and shattered. A piece of the picture came into my mind out of nowhere, as if I experienced these things in person general."

Mu Yao sighed indifferently: "It is the woman's tears. Du Niang collected the girl into the fireworks, and she still has to collect their bitter memories." She squeezed the bridge of her nose with some trouble, "--This Du Niang, Fear of extraordinary things. "

Liu Fuyi didn't speak, squeezing her palm comfortably.

"Later ... Huazhuang changed the boss and changed it to an ordinary restaurant. I took a chance and recounted the pictures in these beads and adapted them into a story. It was unexpectedly popular ... I also got it from the boss. With a share, life is more prosperous than usual. "

He was apologetic in his words, as if he knew the tragic past of consuming the deceased was not a matter of justice.

It's just that the soul of Fang is dead and no one is to blame.

"Can Murong's story be different from others?" Murao asked.

Originally, she only listened to ordinary stories until she heard "You and I hope, the son of the name". She was shocked suddenly, and found that it was no accident that they happened to catch up with this episode.

"... I don't hide the two, this Murong's beads are different from other women ..." He looked terrified, "Only her beads are blood red ..."

Emperor Ji came out carrying the food box, the skirt was embroidered with glittering gold thread, the steps were light and slow, noble and elegant.

"His Royal Highness sent the concubine to dinner again?" The guard faced her and made a conversation with Duanyang nervously.

It is rumored that Emperor Ji Feiyang was arrogant and indulgent, but it seemed that this was not the case for a few days-she even had an unusually gentle ... feminine, always inadvertently attracting attention.

In the past few days, Emperor Ji brought in delicate cakes every day to visit Princess Zhao, and was very filial when she wanted to come.

Emperor Ji turned his head slightly, innocent and kind in his eyes, and with an indecent laziness and elegance, he responded calmly and softly: "Yeah, the concubine misses the palace. The palace also misses the concubine."

The guard who talked to her had blushing cheeks, bowed his head to avoid taboos, and stopped speaking. The guard standing behind her frowned secretly-Emperor Ji's gorgeous pink back splattered with a little black stains.

What it is? He thought to himself, at first glance, he thought it was blood.

"His Royal Highness!" Behind him chasing out a person panting, the old inmate overwhelmed with white hair. The silver wire gleamed in the sun, her face wrinkled, her face puffy and skinny, her shoulders could not even support the official uniform, and she looked old.

"Grandpa Xu?" The two guards were startled, in unison.

The old man's breathing was as laborious as pulling a bellows. He looked at her deadly, and a cloud of tears ran down his gullied face. It seemed that it took a long time before he gathered courage: "His Royal Highness, how can you ... How can we treat the concubines like this? "

"What you said, this palace can't understand." Emperor Ji took the food box and took a step towards the guard in front of the door. Noble and weak, like a fragile night pearl in a box, you need to take care of it.

With the sword "brushing" on the waist of the bodyguard, he reminded: "Duke Xu, don't be rude to His Highness."

"You ... you ..." Grandpa Xu pointed his fingers tremblingly towards Emperor Ji, with a painful tone, "His Royal Highness! The crow feeds back, and the lamb kneels, even if there are so many mistakes in the mother, what is your biological mother, how are you? can……"

Emperor Ji's red lips slightly tilted slightly, raising his eyes, with a pityful smile in his eyes: "The following commits ..."

Zhu Lips lightly opened, a little bit of ice in his eyes, said lightly: "Zhu."

The lips were gentle when spitting out this syllable, as if they were making a lingering kiss.

"..." The guard's hand rested hesitantly on the scabbard and looked at Diji's face in terror.

"No, the old slave served the maid for a lifetime ..." He gave a few dry smiles, and his voice was still falling. With tears in his eyes, he slammed into the pillar in front of the palace gate, blood was splattered.

The guard's hand flicked and climbed up the backbone with a trace of coldness.

Emperor Ji heard the sound of the skull shattering, and did not move. He took the food box and took two steps, then turned to look at him. His eyes were innocent and charming: "Tomorrow, the palace will come to give the mother concubine dinner . "

"A Sheng is not your brother?" Liu Fuyi fell into a short daze.

There were more people with the same name and surname in the world, and he was not so shocked at the time.

Only now did I understand why Mu Yao insisted on chasing it out.

Murong ’s story is complicated, and the storyteller folds into fourfold. It can be finished tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so that the fearful storyteller will go first. After he left, Mu Yao suddenly spit out this shocking secret.

He thought about it, and only felt a cold heart: "Yaoer, you tell me carefully, what is the life experience of A Sheng?"

"I heard from my father and mother that A Sheng had asked them to pick them out of the monster's nest when they were three years old, when the children's parents and relatives were not there."

Liu Fuyi squeezed his fingers silently, and he only showed such movements when he encountered difficult problems.

He pondered for a long time: "... this matter, why have you never mentioned it to me?"

Mu Yao's eyes contained a little sad water, shining brightly under the moonlight: "Not only did I not tell you, but the outsiders don't even know that-I raised Asheng as a younger brother, and I don't want to Let him look at other people's faces outside. Then something went wrong at home, and I was so worried every day that I couldn't care about thinking about it. "

"..." Liu Fuyi was silent for a long while, holding her shoulder comfortably, "What else do you know, if you don't mind, just say it, I will help you think."

Mu Yao leaned back in his arms and paused: "Do you remember the hair band on A Sheng's head?"

"Ok."

Her eyes were slightly at a loss: "When she was young, one day, my mother called me to the room. At that time, A Sheng was still small, sitting in a chair, his feet could not reach the ground. I vaguely remember-his hair at that time It was on my shoulders, my brows were soft, and I looked like a little girl. "

"Huh." Liu Fuyi patted the back of her hand.

"My mother took a hair band from the box, and in front of me, tied Asheng's hair very slowly. After combing her hair, she began to cough and coughed for a while before supporting Asheng. On his shoulder and said to him, 'Anyway, this hair band cannot be taken off, you know?' "

Liu Fuyi frowned: "This hairband ..."

"I only know that it is not an ordinary hair band. After it is put on, it will not fall unless he picks it himself."

"and then?"

"Then ..." She recalled hard, frowning deeply. "Then, the mother brought A Sheng over and said to me, 'Yaoer looked at his younger brother, he can't let him take off his hair band', and let I made an oath to the wall engraved with the Mu Family's family motto. "

"The oath under that wall can not be violated for life. I have always been impressed. Later, when A Sheng was close to me, he let him promise that I would never take off the hair band. For so many years, I have been raising my ear ...

Liu Fuyi sighed: "Did you not ask your mother? What is the use of this hair band, why can't it be removed?"

"The mother said to me that before A Sheng rescued, a monster was injected with demon power. The physique was not an ordinary child, and his personality was more extreme than others. Be more guided, otherwise it will be easy to deviate and remember."

Liu Fu suddenly paused: "So what is meant by restriction and regulation?"

Mu Yao nodded, thinking of the moon night, Mu Sheng's claws exposed in front of her, a cold heart, "In the end, my sister did not do well."

Liu Fuyi shook his head, calmed his head, and shook his head again: "No."

Mu Yao turned his head to look at him, his eyes puzzled.

"You think about it again, since A Sheng was a child, think about it now."

"..." Mu Yao recalled what he said, from when he first entered Mu's house, he put on a hair band, grew up, accompanied her to experience, and was lightly insulted by others, until the night when "she" exposed her identity ...

That night ...

"Why ... how can I have something that I can't remember?"

She held her temple blankly, and a terrified look flashed rarely in her eyes.

She rarely had the time and opportunity to fully recall her childhood life. The unfolding memory was like a continuous long scroll. She suddenly found that there were several pieces in the middle, which were blank.

Even when Mu Sheng had the word "children", why is it called "Mu Sheng" ...... As far as he was seven years old, she had no impression. It seems that the earliest memory is that the mother gave the little boy in front of the mirror The moment when you tie your hair band.

The intersection of Mu Sheng and "She" ... is even more chaotic.

And for so many years, why did she subconsciously feel that everything is logical and should be the case?