Black Lotus Tactics Manual

Chapter 34: Emperor Ji's troubles (9)

The tiger squinted and lay on the table, wagging its tail.

The small and harmless things look lovable at all costs, and I do not know that someone beside me has cruelly predicted its fate in a few words.

Ling Miaomiao moved her heart, and snored on the soft fur on its neck. The disturbed little tiger twisted her head and opened her mouth on the back of her hand, biting like a coquettish.

Miao Miao cleverly hides.

The internal supervisor was still a little unwilling, with a smiley face: "Look how good it is-there is Lin Yuan in the palace. In fact, it has grown up, and there is no need to die. There will be someone to train ..."

Mu Sheng suddenly smiled and interrupted: "Tiger was like a cat when he was a kid, but everyone just looked at it as a rarity and wouldn't really treat it as a cat. I don't like it either, it seems that my father-in-law ran again.

"That's ... It's a pity." The old inner prison smiled a little hesitantly, but quickly found the steps, "The concubine told her that if you don't want it, our family would send it to Emperor Duanyang."

"Thank you Grandpa."

Xu Gonggong showed a very friendly smile, picked up the little dumplings who slept dimly on the table, squinted at the two, nodded, and took a small step away.

Mu Sheng stood and watched him go away, outside the white tunic, and the robe he was wearing was half dragged on the ground, like the chaotic chaos of the petite young man who just woken up, and the perfunctory smile was still hanging on his face. The glare does not contain a trace of temperature.

For a long time, he turned and walked slowly back to the bed: "You are not at all soft-hearted."

Ling Miaomiao didn't take it seriously: "Do you think the concubine who rescued it is soft-hearted? Killing a mother to win a son is not pity, it is cruelty."

Mu Sheng's steps came suddenly, the temple seemed to explode a spray, and a wave of twisted pain suddenly hit the head. However, it was only a moment before the source was identified, and the waves faded away.

He slowly sat down on the bed, pulled away the quilt and lay down, turned his head to stare at Ling Miaomiao's face with fine hair.

She is as naive and vulgar as all the girls in the world, her life is like a mustard. But she is not the same, every move follows a certain stubborn law.

She can constantly change the posture of actions, and constantly compromise with life and death, but he vaguely realizes that those compromises are just appearances, and she will never lose her way.

Ling Miaomiao is a mollusk, dead but not stiff, unlike him.

"Is there any difference between a tiger and a cat? It's enough to please people's favor?"

Where did her confidence come from? He couldn't help trying.

The weather is very hot, and the copy is moving very slowly. Ling Miaomiao needs to refrain from his rising liver fire: the black lotus always changes her way to discuss life with her, often in the form of playing dumb mysteries.

She thought about it cautiously and replied: "Heart is the easiest thing in this world to be satisfied, but you really like it not. You really like cats, it should be like it can be held in your arms It ’s not completely attached to the personality of the Lord, so you spoil it willingly; if you like a tiger, it ’s like its cruelty and wildness. Even if it is bitten and eaten by you, you will have no complaints. "

"If you keep a little tiger, just see it has no claws, no resistance, possess it, dominate it, watch the joke of the tiger becoming a cat, and fear that one day it will bite back, so guard against it, I'm afraid of it ... this is Ye Gonghaolong. "

She looked down at Mu Sheng's half-closed eyes, frustrated in her heart.

Tell everyone to fall asleep ...

She pulled out the fan under the mattress, fanned gently on his face, and picked up the corners of her mouth again, and said to herself: "I'm really good, awesome, I should record it."

Unexpectedly, the sound of Mu Mu suddenly opened her eyes and pinched her group fan, the eyes under her eyes were dark: "Then do you like tigers or cats?"

Ling Miaomiao struggled for a while and counseled: "Cat."

A trace of sarcasm slowly appeared in the corner of Mu Sheng's mouth: "Sure enough, soft and glutinous, harmless, lovely ..."

"You're wrong." Miao Miao smirked, her tone light as a whispering whisper of a lover in the afternoon, and her eyes were full of bright smiles, "I chose the cat, not because it is soft and easy to control, but Because I haven't met a tiger that will make me willing to be eaten. "

"what--"

"Di Ji, Di Ji!"

Bai Ying stood up violently, like a drunk person, slamming into the wall and slamming into the wall.

The entire Fengyang Temple was screamed through, and the nap girls numbed their scalps, rolled down from the bed, and walked to the inner palace, and saw Duan Yang covering his ears like a mad, staggering to escape , Can not stop making a horrible cry.

Pei Yu chased behind her, her face scared white: "Diji, Diji wakes up!"

Duan Yang shouted hoarsely and suddenly lost his strength. Pei Yu threw himself in the face. The little maid wrapped her whole body around the trembling Emperor Ji. The two slowly slid together in the corner.

"Goddess, goddess ..." Duanyang's lips were pale and he was trembling, and intermittent words overflowed between his teeth.

"What does Your Highness say?" Everyone in Fengyang Palace knelt down beside Duanyang, and the skirts fell on the ground, like a group of trembling white rabbits, trying to hear her vague words.

"Come again ..." Duan Yang raised his head blankly, tears overflowing his eyes, and burst into tears, "You guys tell him I am not! I am not!"

A slightly yellowish gauze gently wrapped Duan Yang's auricle. The old lady doctor was more than seventy years old. A pair of dry bark-like hands were covered with spots and shivered slightly: "Diji is just too frightened. It's fine."

Toffee Zhao hung her heart in her throat, and only then fell down, murmured: "That's good, that's good ..."

Toffee Zhao wore a golden step on her head, and the fine tassels hung at the end of her eyes. The thick powder could not cover the crow's feet and the sagging bags under her eyes.

In just a few days, the woman who had taken good care of her and was always struggling to breathe suddenly showed her decay.

Emperor Duanyang, who had escaped from the nightmare, was expressionless and sat on the chaise couch like a lost puppet, kneeling at the feet of the four court ladies on duty in Fengyang Palace.

Pei Yu knelt straight and shook Duan Yang's arm gently, crying with tears on his face: "Diji, Diji, what are you talking about ..."

"You see it now." Zhao Taifei's gaze withdrew from her daughter. When she turned her head, she seemed to have made a decision, with a bit of cruelty in her eyes.

"At the Xingshan Temple, Mu Gongzi said that Emperor Ji's nightmare was a problem of sandalwood. Chen Taiyi also proved this point." Her eyes crossed Mu Sheng's face without any emotion, and he easily hid In the past, "Now, Emperor Ji didn't go to Xingshan Temple, and secondly didn't touch sandalwood. Why do you still have such a nightmare?"

Her ending sounded suddenly, with a sense of oppression in the teacher's guilt. Although the words came from the admiration, the temper was scattered on Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao, which made Ling Miaomiao have the illusion that she seemed to be a little worried.

Mu Sheng maintained a polite smile, his face unchanged. Liu Fuyi took the conversation lightly: "I had told Emperor Ji a few days ago to change all the clothes I wear into the temple, I don't know ..."

The kneeling maid received the words: "The slave-servants cut and burned all the clothes according to the words of Liu Fangshi, and now the Emperor Ji is wearing new clothes inside and out."

Liu Fuyi nodded and did not speak other languages.

"Liu Fang Shi." Mrs. Zhao seemed anxious and snapped the table twice with her armor. "It's been more than ten days since the goddess of heaven made it difficult to live without knowing something, and this thing cannot be found. ?"

Ling Miaomiao looked at Zhao Taifei half tentatively and half genuinely angry, thinking to herself: This woman is very tired.

Mu Yao couldn't rub the sand in his eyes, and was about to speak, but was blocked by Liu Fuyi. He calmly looked at Zhao Taifei's face: "We have verified for a few days, there is a conjecture, the evidence needs to be obtained from the mother."

Mrs. Zhao raised her hand and calmly treated the hair bun, her hand shivered a little: "You said."

"Wait." The girl's sharp voice.

"Wait a minute." Mu Sheng's voice sounded at the same time.

Everyone turned around and Mu Sheng smiled innocently, pointing to Pei Yu who was kneeling on the ground: "I see that girl seems to have something to say."

Toffee Zhao was a little surprised: "Pei Yu, what are you going to say?"

Pei Yu walked a few steps on his knees and hugged Mrs. Zhao's legs: "Mother, the lady gave Emperor Ji the ruler, Emperor Ji was framed!"

Toffee Zhao's expression became tense and fierce for a second, holding Pei Yu's slender arm: "Who?"

Pei Yu wiped a tear: "Diji didn't touch sandalwood, but she calmed down the fragrance in the room today. The slave girl was familiar with the spice since she was a child. At first, she only felt that the taste was a bit strange. Something. "

Mrs. Zhao panted quickly, countless thoughts flashed in her mind, her voice calmed down: "Who controls that incense?"

The court ladies kneeling on the ground said eloquently, "Sister Pei Yun is in charge."

"Pei Yun ..." Zhao Taifei's eyes showed a trace of confusion, and immediately became fierce. "Come here, take the remaining tranquilizer in Fengyang Palace, and press Pei Yun to the palace too!"

Mu Yao looked at the scene more and more chaotic, trying to justify something, but was pulled by Liu Fuyi. His gentle face looked at her, gently shook his head, and calmly made a mouth: "Let's watch its change . "

The guard ladies were dispatched all at once, and the steps were messed up. Mrs. Zhao sat motionless, and the tea on the table stayed still, and was cold.

After a while, Pei Yun, who was pale, was twisted and rudely pushed to the ground: "Kneel."

Pei Yun raised his head in confusion, facing the somber face of Mrs. Zhao.

"Ma'am, this fragrance is indeed mixed with psychedelic herbs ..." Chen Taiyi said tremblingly, "the same kind as the sandalwood last time."

"Bitch!" With a violent cool breeze, she slapped Pei Yun's face, her whole body was taken out by a huge force, and fell to the side.

Concubine Zhao panted continuously, and the aunt next to her hurriedly caressed her chest, carefully for her. Her finger almost poked on Pei Yun's forehead: "Say, who gave you the guts to make you insult Di Ji!"

The corner of Peiyun's mouth has been broken, and it took a long time to slow down, and the helpless sorrow slowly appeared in the confused eyes: "Slave slave ... slave slave did not harm Emperor Ji ..."

"Don't listen to her sophistry, Pei Yun sneaked up with the people outside Fengyang Palace early in the morning!" A little maid interrupted indignantly, and the other two hurriedly echoed, "Yes, we all saw it with our own eyes. At noon today, I heard her talking to a person. They said in the back that Emperor Ji was not sensible. The father-in-law also said, but it was a pity that Pei Yun did n’t have the life of a mother! ”

As soon as this remark came out, the room fell into a strange silence.

The author has something to say: Mu Sheng: "Do you like tigers or cats."

Miao Miao: "... cat."

Mu Sheng: "Meow ~"

Miao Miao: "..."

Miao Miao: "I chose a cat because I haven't met a cute tiger."

Mu Sheng (claws extended): "... Oh!"

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