Black Lotus Tactics Manual

Chapter 26: Emperor Ji's troubles (1)

"Ah!" A petite figure suddenly sat up in the Bao Luo tent, a black hair scattered on the plain white nightgown embroidered with a large piece of magnolia.

The maiden ran from the corner of the dormitory and asked across the tent, "Di Ji, what's wrong with you?"

The girl put a pair of tender hands on her neck, shaking her fingers slightly, "Pei Yun, someone will strangle me ..."

The yarn tent opened, and a plain and gentle face came in. Fortunately, there were only silk quilts prepared for the summer in the bed, and a group was rumpled up. The noble Emperor Ji sat stiff with his knees, desperately clutching something in front of his neck, his eyes full of panic.

Pei Yun saw that the skin exposed under her collar was scratched with a few red marks from her fingers, and hurriedly pulled her hands away: "Digi Ji don't be afraid ... it's just a nightmare."

Emperor Duanyang exhaled for a long time and lay on his back on the bed. His scattered hair was pressed beneath his body, his face full of fatigue.

Three beautifully carved big tripods were placed in the three corners of the room. Inside the tripod were large pieces of hard ice, which were slowly breathing upward. Even though the blazing sun outside is like fire, there are still winds and winds in Fengyang Palace, which are cool and comfortable.

Pei Yun supported the gauze: "Diji, do you want to dress up and bathe?"

The man on the bed rolled over, frowning slightly, and a trace of impatience on her beautiful face: "Dressing up? What's up today?"

"In the afternoon, Concubine Zhao is going to Xingshan Temple to pray for blessings, and wants Emperor Ji to accompany ..."

Before the words fell, Emperor Duanyang's pupils squeezed, and one turned to sit up, leaning his spine against the wall, shaking with all his body: "This palace is not going to Xingshan Temple!"

"Emperor Ji ..." Pei Yun was startled. "But wasn't it good when he visited the concubine three days ago?"

Duan Yang's ear seemed to echo the weird voice again, and a cry was called in her ear: "Goddess ..."

"Who is speaking?"

The ancient trees in the monastery are towering. The slate is covered with moss. The wind blows the leaves and makes a rustling sound. The bronze bells hanging on the eaves tremble.

"Goddess, come with the villain. I will wait for you for a long time."

The surrounding scenes are changing rapidly, the raised cornice in the temple is rapidly changing into dense forest, and there is a large wasteland, the mountains are rolling like waves, and the green wheat fields are endless. Finally, I went back to the endless temple.

"What are you doing?" She looked around, exactly the same as when she first came, except that the sky was very dark, and the sky seemed to be covered with a huge cloth, airtight, and there was silence around her.

"The location of Goddess Fang Cai is wrong ... right now."

"Who are you, why call me a goddess?"

The voice laughed, followed by ups and downs followed by countless laughs, some of which were thick, some were old, and some were young, there were as many as a hundred people.

She took a step back and looked back. The ground was full of knees, and they fell on the ground reverently, as if worshipping her as a god: "The goddess has arrived, and the ceremony begins."

And then……

Duan Yang closed his eyes sharply, unwilling to recall the scene again, and his tone was full of resentment: "Since I went to the main palace and my concubine to Xingshan Temple, I always had nightmares when I came back. I don't want to go to that ghost place anymore. "

Pei Yun smiled: "Diji Shenyan! The Buddha persuaded people to be kind and went to the temple to clean up the dust and only calm the mind. How could it cause people to have nightmares?"

At this time, the belief in the Buddha in the palace has become a trend. Regardless of the rank of the concubine, the concubine of the Tianjia, regardless of the rank and status, respects the humble status, all eats the fasting and reads the Buddha spontaneously, and spends a lot of money in the temple every year. This atmosphere was brought up by her birth mother Zhao Taifei.

Anyone can say, but a daughter cannot.

Duan Yang rubbed his eyebrows anxiously: "I know, let's dress up."

"Duanyang Emperor Ji, whose real name is Li Songmin, daughter of the first emperor's favorite concubine Zhao, is now the sister of the sisters, and is deeply sacred ..." Miao Miu searched the plot in the original book and was interrupted by Mu Sheng. He sneered in his eyes: "Which of these are you not known to everyone?"

Miao Miao irritated and retorted: "You are so powerful, but do you mean something new?"

"Send you out to inquire about the news, just take back some nonsense ..." He looked at it for a while, "What the **** are you doing?"

"Okay, sound." Mu Yao lowered the tea cup lightly and glanced at her brother with blame. "Miss Ling has no dark lines of her own. Don't toss her anymore."

Even Mu Yao can see that there has been some abnormality between these two people recently.

It used to look very harmonious, but these days it was like a gunpowder barrel hitting a Martian child, sneering at each other if it didn't move, or Ling Miaomiao, who spoke eloquently, mostly won. And Mu Sheng, she never seemed to see him so ... obviously bullying a girl.

He walked into the bustling market with a clueless ignorance, took a few circles, left her alone in the crowd, and pulled himself away. After a few hours, he returned to the street and brought back the helpless wanderer.

He asked Ling Miaomiao, a little girl in the deep boudoir, to go to the city to investigate. After being ridiculed by the women with rich **** and buttocks for an afternoon, he was still disgraced when he returned.

Although she didn't like Ling Miaomiao, she didn't want her to be in any danger. Mu Sheng's repeated teachings didn't change, just like she was ten years old, and she stumbled on this Kaner, which caused her some headaches.

truce. Miao Miao white glanced at Mu Sheng, lying on the red lacquered wooden table in the inn.

Sunlight is projected from the semi-slanted lattice window, outside is the prosperous street of Chang'an Wai Guo, people are coming and going.

Fu Yi stepped up from the creaky second floor, saw Mu Sheng sitting on the side with her sister, and came to sit beside Miao Miao and drank a cup of tea.

"How is it?" Mu Yao leaned over.

"In the afternoon, Concubine Zhao will take Emperor Duanyang to Xingshan Temple to worship the Buddha, then we will follow in the dark ..."

Mu Sheng sneered: "Does this Mrs. Zhao think that she can use us as a **** by taking a jade card from the Mu family?"

The demon catcher family Mu Family ran for the people's well-being throughout their lives, never stayed for Ronghua, and would not obey the orders of the high-ranking people unless this person had the Mu Family jade card in his hand.

With this jade card in your hand, you can mobilize the Mu family to eradicate the evil spirits, and the world is always on the ground. Therefore, this jade brand is very precious, and there are only three pieces in total, which are given to the people who once favored the Mu family.

Mrs. Zhao had such a piece in her hand, and Mu Yao couldn't tell the origin of the token.

After listening to Mu Sheng's words, Mu Yao's expression was obviously unpleasant: "Since we think we are not in the elegant hall, why should we invite us to come?"

Mu Sheng looked at Liu Fuyi with a smile, and skillfully mistreated the water: "Then it depends on how Liu Gongzi negotiated."

When the monsters are rampant today, there is no shortage of alchemists in the palace to catch monsters and drive ghosts. These alchemists are like canaries, staying in Miyagi for life to serve the emperor's family, and rarely come out.

The demon catchers are relatively light, and the alchemists in the palace look down on the demon catchers outside the palace. They think that the highest skill is in the Qin Tianjian.

Naturally, the siblings who were born to catch the demon family are also not used to the alchemists who have no ability and no ability.

"Don't misunderstand A Sheng." Liu Fuyi explained calmly, "Is it true that Qin Tianjian could be called by the concubine? Presumably, she encountered something difficult and hoped that she would handle it secretly, not want to alarm your majesty."

Mu Yao nodded and went straight to the theme, "I heard that Emperor Duanyang had gone to Xingshan Temple since he was eighteen years old. When he came back, he had nightmares and nightmares. It was indeed strange."

Liu Fuyi silently looked out the window, and his eyes seemed to pass through the heavy buildings to reach the endless ancient temple temple.

Because the concubine Zhao believed in Buddha, it had a powerful driving effect, and this wave swept across the entire noble class and even the entire capital.

"Things must be reversed, and foul things are best to wait for opportunities when people are crazy."

There was a deep worry in his eyes.

Ling Miaomiao sticks to the cold wall root, can't plug her mouth, and stretches out the chopsticks to clamp the gourd chicken on the plate.

Chang'an Gourd Chicken has a long-established reputation. The skin of the chicken is fried and crispy, oily but not greasy. The golden layer is thin and naturally peeled off from the chicken. It is mouth-watering.

Unexpectedly, when he was facing the chicken, a chopstick was stretched out across the sky, holding up her. Looking up, she saw Mu Sheng's smiling face: "Miss Ling, you have eaten half a chicken."

Suddenly being said like this, Ling Miaomiao blushed: On this way, besides constantly creating trouble for Liu Fuyi, she was eating and eating beside the protagonist group while discussing the case nervously.

Although it is necessary for the plot, it is indeed ...

Realizing that both Mu Yao and Liu Fuyi's eyes were on herself, she accused her and took her hand away. Mu Sheng's chopsticks kept on picking up a crispy golden chicken wing and gently put it into her bowl: "Why don't you eat it? I remember Miss Ling likes to eat chicken wings."

The smile in his eyes is like a spring of water, and Ling Miaomiao feels choked.

Ever since Mu Sheng asked her to retreat quickly and was rejected, his stumbling block made it more and more convenient.

That day he forcibly took her to the morning market to listen to the news, and slyly bewitched a group of aunts who sold fish and bought fruit, pushed her into the crowd, and turned around and disappeared.

The group of aunts with rolling billows on her chest encircled her fiercely and asked all of them: "How old is the little red-haired langjun? Is the marriage matched? Where are you? Who are you?"

When she struggled out pretending to be crazy, she had messed her hair and walked on the road as if she had been robbed. And Mu Sheng stood on the side of the road, handing her a mirror in the distance, inviting her to look at her dignity.

Miao Miao sighed.

Liu Fuyi's expression was extremely gratifying. He patted her shoulder with encouragement: "Miao Miao, A sound clipped to you, eat fast."

He even pulled Mu Yao, who was confused, to stand up: "Yao'er, go, follow me to settle the money."

Mu Yao, confused, was dragged away by him.

Mu Sheng sat silently beside her, frowning at her face: "Is it delicious?"

"Aren't you bored along the way?" Miao Miao pulled the chicken wings twice in a boring manner.

Mu Sheng ’s smile was unclear: “Miss Ling is so interesting, how can I be bored.”

Miao Miao hummed: "Do you not know your secret again-for fairness, then I will tell you one better."

The teenager's expression froze for a moment: "... Don't mention your Kwai Shui again."

"This time it's not Kwai Shui." Miao Miao approached him, and a soft voice rang in his ears. "When I was fifteen, my bust was only two to five feet ... In a year, I grew a lot."

Mu Sheng looked down her neck, subconsciously wanting to see how much "growth a lot", did not want her to protect her chest with both hands immediately, hiding away from him all at once, squinted over, the words are round and round : "Where should I look? Don't be ashamed!"

"..."

The surrounding noise suddenly stopped, Chang'an Cheng's uncle and aunt stopped drinking, and countless condemnations fell on his face, like Ling Chi's knife. In a short time, the pointing voice sounded:

"It looks pretty, I don't want to be a disciple."

"You can't look like people, the more like this, the more ..."

"Just ..."

"Click." A burly-shaped big man came like a black cloud, slammed his waist sword on the table, blocked it in front of Ling Miaomiao, and frowned at Mu Sheng, "We are particularly good at Chang'an Fengji. You are wild here. "

Mu Sheng looked at his fingers, and almost black eyes would burst into flames.

The big man also got angry: "Dare you dare to stare at me?"

Mu Sheng glanced coldly at him, did not respond, stood up, and looked towards the back of the big man, pressing on the fire and said: "Ling Miaomiao, come out."

"Click!" Dahan slammed the scabbard on the table, and the table was shaken three times in a straight shot. "Boy, don't be too arrogant." Turning to Ling Miaomiao, comforted, "Girl, don't be afraid, When I first arrived, I was unfamiliar with my life. We in Chang'an are all your fellow villagers. Your elder brother is the master. "

Ling Miaomiao almost chuckled in her heart, protruding a head from behind that majestic figure, and sincerely smiled: "Thank you this big brother ... you misunderstood us, he ... he played with me . "

"Really?" Dahan suspiciously.

"Really." Miao Miao nodded.

The unfamiliar chivalrous brother picked up the heavy sword and patted her comfortably, turning back three times in a step, and every time he turned his head, he would scold at Mu Sheng ’s nose: "Be careful with me."

"When you look at you, you have a bad stomach"

"Have a rest in Chang'an!"

"Let me see you interrupt your dog leg again!"

Mu Sheng stared blankly at the ferocious attack and turned her gaze to Ling Miaomiao who was standing and trembling with a smile on her side. The people in Chang'an are so enthusiastic. "

"..." Mu Sheng's face changed and changed, and he gritted his teeth and turned, "It's not too early, let's go."

This man has never been a soft persimmon. He will fight against the general if he finds an opportunity. The purpose is unclear and unpredictable. He just couldn't get in.

Still allow to observe around.

The wisteria-colored skirt behind him twisted like a hibiscus flower rubbed its petals, and still chattered: "Yes, if I reveal your secret, you can tell my secret to everyone. You go ... What are you about to do? "

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