The Guide to Capturing a Black Lotus Chapter 88

Chapter 88

"Murong, what kind of flower is it?" Someone broke in with a loud voice.
The old man shook his head: "Murong is not a 'flower', even her name is not engraved on the sign - because I don't know whether it's true or not."
There was a low commotion in the hall, which seemed to be a very dissatisfied boo. The questioner raised his voice again: "what is she doing? Last time, the story of two men in Yulan huawuxiang opera was wonderful. Why don't you go on and talk about Wuxiang? "
Everyone in the audience responded.
Mu Yao's face turned red and she looked around. She found that most of the young men were sitting around, and her face was even worse.
The table behind him is still full of popular science: "the old man is here every day to tell a short story for the diners. What he tells is what happened in the flower fold before." His epilogue is a little frivolous.
"Once upon a time?"
"It's the story when Huazhe was still a prostitute's shop. Each girl's flower name has a nickname. That person's" little Yulan "is another name for Wuxiang girl. It's said that there are ninety-nine eighty-one flowers on the flower fold. They are all beautiful and have their own styles The old man has talked about forty-nine flowers. "
He said with a smile, "sure enough, I came here to have dinner just to listen to this beautiful story."
The young master took a sip of the wine and sighed: "it's fragrant but not vulgar. It's wonderful."
Ling Miaomiao looks up at the decoration of the hall. There are still some gauze curtains on the second floor. The details retain some bright pink air. Through the old wooden stairs, it seems that she can imagine the scene of women twisting their waists and holding handkerchiefs on the second floor.
"Listen to me." The old man reached out his hand to appease the dissatisfied diners. "You must think that Murong's appearance must be without salt, so that he can't put on a wooden card and be named after a flower, right?"
"In fact, it's just the opposite - Murong's flesh and bone, the posture of heaven and man, and the owner of flower folding, Liu Niang, can't think of any kind of flower to match her. She has to be hidden in the East warm Pavilion on the third floor to make pearl jade in the box. It's not for princes and nobles to meet each other by name and never come out in public."
"Oh -" the people below were immediately stopped.
Since ancient times, the more mysterious and arrogant the beauty is, the more attractive it is.
The old man glanced around with satisfaction, and then said, "the story starts from Mr. Zhao's stay in Wufang town. Who is Mr. Zhao? The high-ranking young master has a noble status, and his appearance is one of the key words to be screened. Since he was a teenager, he has been entangled by all kinds of noble women, which is very annoying. "
"As a result, young master Zhao is very proud, and he hardly takes the women who are courting him seriously."
In a few words, the audience entered the scene and listened with interest.
"In this year, Mr. Zhao refused two or three marriages and dozens of confessions. He was very upset, so he went to Wufang town to relax. Isn't our town famous for eating, drinking and playing? The wine shops are lined up, and the lights are bright in the middle of the night, which makes the Wanderers forget to go back. "
"In that year, there was not only a lantern festival, but also a fireworks festival. Mr. Zhao wanted to see the fireworks, but he didn't want to crowd them. So he made a careful observation and saw a little mountain in the south of the city, which is rarely seen. Climbing up the top of the mountain, you can overlook the town and look up at the sky. It's really a wonderful thing. "
"So in the middle of the night before, Mr. Zhao went up the mountain alone. There was only a path that had been abandoned for many years in the mountain. The road was very steep, the grass was very desolate, and there were insects everywhere. He was sweating and described himself as embarrassed. After walking for an hour, he only climbed one third of the mountain. He couldn't help feeling a little discouraged."
"All of a sudden, I heard a gust of fragrant wind. When I looked up, I saw a white shadow in front of me. I used to be a graceful girl, walking up the mountain alone."
"His back in plain clothes is like walking on the ground. He walks very fast. He seems not to be disturbed by the mountain road. He has a slender waist, and his clothes are floating. He has neither sweat nor dust. He is really like a fairy in the sky."
"Mr. Zhao was curious, so he walked quickly to catch up. The girl looked back and was surprised to see a stranger. Her face is decorated with a white veil, which covers most of her face. She just looks at her eyes. They look like autumn water, but they are not ordinary water. They are the beautiful scenery of Xizi lake. They are not familiar with customs, but they are crisp to people's heart at a glance. "
"Ah..." There was a low breath below.
The old man seemed to have a flash of color in his eyes, and then said, "Mr. Zhao was stunned. He immediately suppressed the shock in his heart and explained that I am not abrupt. Why did you go up the mountain alone?"
"The fairy girl, with a helpless look in her eyes, seemed to be afraid that her behavior would not be allowed. She opened her mouth. Her voice was like sweeping sand with silk. Her heart trembled. She carefully answered in a soft voice: I came to see the fireworks."
"Ha -" people have a number of minds: the world marriage, it is no coincidence, no book.
Taking advantage of this pause, Mu Yao bowed her head and asked Liu Fuyi quietly: "what did you say to your highness?"
There was a charcoal fire burning in the restaurant, steaming the wine. Liu Fu wiped his clothes and wiped his sweat. His face was a little embarrassed: "I escaped from the restaurant under the command of emperor Ji."*
Fengyang palace is guarded by heavy troops, and the armor reflects the cold light, so everyone is ready.
"Diji, the emperor's son-in-law has run away." Pei Yun walked quickly to the dressing table, and the sharp color on her face was reflected in the mirror.
Duanyang is drawing her eyebrows carefully. This time, she is suffering from a serious illness. Her little face is a little yellow. She hopes to cover it up with makeup. When she hears that Yan's hand trembles, Luozi Dai is broken.
She raised half of the eyebrows, even the face of indulgence are some feeble: "how how how Huhu - what is it?"
"Diji, did you just let your son-in-law go?" Pei Yun's eyes widened and grasped her arm. Because of too much force, her nails pinched into her skin. The girl screamed and pushed her away quickly. "Bold, you hurt me!"
Pei Yun steps back and stares at her, silent, with a trace of coldness in her light pupil.
"Brother Liu's heart is never with me. It's meaningless to force him to stay. It seems that I'm stingy." The Dragon Boat Festival opens its sleeves and blows the red skin carefully. It wants to scold Peiyun for a few words. She is weak again. She holds her forehead and lies on the dressing table. She complains, "our palace is good. It won't bite or run around. Let the emperor take away the people outside. It's annoying to see so many bodyguards."
Pei Yun didn't move. He just looked at her and said coldly, "Diji, how can you release your son-in-law without my permission?"
"You..." Diji raised her red eyes, and finally issued a weak reprimand, "this palace is Diji, people in the palace want to stay, want to put, still need to pass your consent?"
Pei Yun snorted coldly, went to the dressing table and depicted Duanyang's sallow face reflected in the mirror, with a sharp tone: "do you know why Liu Fangshi doesn't like you? The slaves flattered and didn't dare to tell the truth - the appearance of Mu's daughter is far above his highness. "
"Nonsense Duanyang interrupted, panting repeatedly, trying to pull her hand off her shoulder, but failed several times. "My palace regards herself as beautiful, and is not inferior to muyao. Brother Liu doesn't like me, but it's just because..." She reluctantly admitted, "it's just that the temperament of this palace is not very pleasant."
Pei Yun sneered: "Your Highness still knows that you are not likable? It's not just unpleasant, it's disgusting
"You..." Duanyang half lying on the dressing table, staring big eyes, gas trembling all over, words are incomplete, "against you, how dare you..."
Pei Yun pressed her with sharp eyes like a cold sword: "if you were not born in the imperial family, we would not even bother to give you such a good face. Such a domineering, arrogant, vicious, stupid woman is also worthy of being China's imperial concubine?"
"Nonsense Shut up
"I tell you, not only Liu Fuyi, but no one in the whole palace really treats you. The maidservants secretly laugh at you for being self righteous. Your majesty is just sorry for you... "
Duanyang's breath became more and more urgent, and his face became unusually Red: "shut up Shut up... "
But Pei Yun's tone gradually softened, with a hint of bewitching. "Even your own mother once thought of burning you, treating you as a worthless firewood stick, and lighting it up to pave the bright road for her own son How pitiful you are, Li Songmin. " She pinned her hair behind her ears, which was so angry that she couldn't speak. There was a sense of irony in her eyes. "All people want you to * block keywords * Don't you feel angry? "
In the mirror, the pupil of Duanyang suddenly enlarges.
She and Pei Yun behind her settled down at the same time. Then, Qi Qi trembled. Pei Yun seemed to have been pulled out of his bones and fell down.
But Duanyang sat up straight from the table of the dressing table. His chestnut pupils were illuminated by the bright sun. His eyes were like precious cat's jewels, which were very beautiful.
Diji began to comb her hair slowly, put a hairpin one by one in front of the mirror, put a little rouge on her index finger, and beat her lazily on her lips.
Finally, she picked up the half truncated Luozi Dai and slowly completed the eyebrows she had just drawn. The eyebrow tail was slanting and sharp as the tip of a sword.
*
Duanyang's cloak is embroidered with long tailed green peacocks with countless small beads, shining with colorful luster in the sun. Her skirt sways on the ground, carrying a hexagonal lantern in her hand, and stepping on the dumb leaves, she walks step by step to the side palace hidden by the trees.
"Diji..." The guard at the door looked at each other, and they were all surprised, "how did Diji come?"
The most distinguished girl in China is wearing heavy make-up. She is not angry and arrogant. She doesn't raise her eyes. Her tone is flat: "I want to go in and have a look at my mother's concubine."
"But your majesty has told me that no outsiders are allowed to visit Princess Zhao..."
"Ridiculous." The emperor Ji lightly opens red lips, the facial expression is more and more indifferent and dignified, "am I an outsider?"
As she spoke, she glanced up. Her eyes were like all kinds of customs, cold as ice, and her tone was like blame or blame, which made her heart shiver.
The two bodyguards looked at each other and got out of the way with some fear.
Duanyang's eye tail is gorgeous, carrying a six corner wind lamp, dragging a long tail swing, slowly into the Forbidden Palace.*
Ling Miaomiao leaned back on the chair and pushed the dish aside: "I can't eat any more."
There are three pieces of apricot cloud cake left in the small dish, white as clouds, just like pure white snow cut square.
Just now she, Mu Yao and Liu Fuyi each tasted one piece, but mu Sheng didn't move his chopsticks.
Mu Sheng looks at the dish in front of her and looks at her.
"Eat it, don't waste it." The girl looked at the cakes on the plate without blinking. Her tone was casual, but her cheeks were a little red.
Mu Sheng looked at the dish of cakes and hesitated for a moment. She had already rolled up her sleeve and carefully picked up a piece and put it on his lips without any doubt: "here."
The young man's eyes darkened for a moment. He first touched her white fingers with his lips half kissing and half rubbing. Before she let go, he quickly bit the cake.
Ling Miaomiao stared at his hand with gnashing teeth: "you are..."
Mu voice full face innocently chewing apricot cloud cake, eyes quickly across a smile.
The sweet smell of almonds is soft, like clouds. It's a kind of familiar texture, like the warm feeling of a child who can't walk and touching his mother's bare arm with a smile
He was distracted by the feeling, and his temple began to ache sharply, as if the lost man had accidentally stepped on a trap in the forest.
He closed his eyes, calmed down and swallowed the apricot cloud cake.
“…… Isn't it delicious? " Ling Miaomiao saw that his face turned white, and his heart suddenly came up to his throat.
Mu Sheng's black eyes looked at her and said for a while, "delicious."
"You look like that. I think there are thorns in the cake."
Ling Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief and knocked on the side of the plate with chopsticks. There was a little smile in Apricot's eyes. "These two pieces are also yours."
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