Black Lotus Tactics Manual

In the moonlight, Ling Miaomiao raised her head, her face pale, and Xingzi's eyes stared at him pitifully.

There were two groups of deep blacks in her eyes, which were awful when she saw them suddenly.

"I ..." She hesitated, biting her lower lip, it seemed difficult to open her teeth, "... insomnia."

"Insomnia?" Mu Sheng hugged her arm, didn't pick her question, and just smiled, "Oh, it looks like she didn't sleep well." He walked a few steps, looked down at her face, his face was seamlessly cared Look, "Ms. Ling is incapable of insomnia, is there anything to worry about?"

Ling Miaomiao avoids his eyes, sullenly: the cliché, the black lotus began to cliché again.

"It's a matter of concern." She nodded weakly, and she should bear the words that followed her voice.

"Related to Liu Gongzi?" He smiled and glanced at Liu Fuyi's window.

"That's not true." Miao Miao squatted down with a sigh, "I just can't sleep, looking for someone to chat." She looked up at Mu Sheng and lowered her voice. "I didn't expect you all to sleep, only Brother Liu's house The light in it was still on. I wanted to call him, but he was hesitating because he was afraid to disturb him. "

Mu Sheng looked at her with a pair of eyes with water color, and did not know what she was thinking, but unfortunately, behind the soft water color was a bottomless vortex.

For a moment, he reached out and put her on the shoulder intimately. Ling Miaomiao shrank subconsciously. Without hiding, he put a little effort on his arm and gently turned her around, "That's really What a coincidence, I haven't slept yet. I will chat with Miss Ling. "

Miao Miao let Mu Sheng turn around, forcibly away from the protagonist's residence, and walked stiffly along the path paved by the bluestone.

She thought, I am afraid that Black Lotus is worried that she is not good for Mu Yao, and hastened to drive her away and take her to a remote place to destroy the corpse.

"Cough, Mr. Mu, where are we going?"

At this time, there was a faint cicada sound, and occasionally a huge frog call came from the pond. The moonlight was shining on the lush grass, as if it was coated with a fuzzy layer of pearly light, and if the sound of Mu Sheng's cuff came The fragrance of plum blossoms keeps drilling into Miaomiao's nose.

Yefeng took Muchun's last hint of coolness. Mu Sheng's tone was careless: "A walk will help Miss Ling fall asleep."

"Then you ..." Miaomiao bent her head unceasingly, trying to bypass his shackles, "Do you have to walk with me like this?"

Mu Sheng dropped his hand, and his hair was lifted by the wind. He rubbed his wrist a bit grievously. "I thought Miss Ling could pick vegetables from my bowl. It must have been familiar with me to the point of not caring about these rudenesses."

Ling Miaomiao was speechless for a while. Mu Sheng leaned over and said, "Or, Miss Ling's intimacy is special to Liu Gongzi?"

"Then you might have misunderstood." Ling Miaomiao posted it and hugged his arm. "Actually, I didn't care about the rudeness at all, I didn't show it on weekdays, I was just afraid to scare you." She felt that Mu Sheng became tight in an instant The stretched body laughed with his head up, "Look, isn't Mu Gong scared?"

"How could it be." Mu Sheng immediately converged, and the gloom that was about to spread out of her eyes, let her pull obediently.

"It's too cold outside." Ling Miaomiao flinched in the night breeze and dared to whisper. "It's better ... Mr. Mu to sit in my room?"

At the end of the conversation, I realized that my heart was beating fast, as if I had stolen something.

Miss Gushou ’s boudoir is large and luxurious, with soft Persian carpets on the floor, and even the tents on the bed are layered shark yarns, as thin as cicada wings, the breeze blowing, the yarn tents are floating, like the thin clouds on the horizon .

Several floor-to-ceiling crane-shaped lamps were standing in the room, one star after another, and a low candlestick against the root of the wall, one every few steps, high and low, flickering, illuminating the house as bright as the day.

There is also an exquisite six-sided glazed lamp on the table, which is placed beside the chessboard and gives each black spot a tender glaze.

Mu Sheng's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and the shadow fell on Ying Bai's face. He gazed at the chessboard for a long time, and his brows frowned unconsciously. His nails were trimmed neatly, and the pieces were unwittingly rubbing against his fingertips.

Ling Miaomiao rolled up her sleeves, only thinking for a few seconds, and made a decision with a click.

Mu Sheng frowned instantly. "Miss Ling ..." He said a few words. The impatience between the eyebrows was forcibly suppressed by reason. He exhaled gently and continued to fall.

When Ling Miaomiao raised her hand again, she noticed that her voice was fixed on her hand. She looked at his forbearing look, and she was a little funny.

The moment she fell, he finally couldn't control his harsh tone: "Miss Ling ... will you play chess?"

"Not quite." Miao Miao smiled apologetically.

Less likely? It's totally under Hu! The anger in Mu Sheng's heart spread like luxuriant grass, and he glanced at it even more, it was already three shifts.

I knew she had a sick brain and didn't sleep in the middle of the night, deliberately playing with people. He was also sick and even accompanied her to play.

"Don't be angry, Master Mu." Miao Miao glanced at the coldness in Mu Sheng's eyes and apologized softly. "I didn't play well in traditional Go, but ..." she pointed to the chessboard, "you look carefully Look?"

Mu Sheng glanced down at the chessboard angrily. It was the black son he thought carefully and cautiously, and the white son she believed in Ma You rein and she did what she wanted.

"Look at it ..." Her hands followed the continuous white strokes on the board, reminding carefully, "They are connected in a string."

"Well, I saw it." Mu Sheng forcibly suppressed his anger and looked at her coldly, almost sneering.

Only fools will deliberately connect the pieces together.

"I'll explain to you, this is our folk fashion in Taicang County. It's as interesting as your gameplay." Miaomiao looked at him with a smile. "Whoever gets five sons first will win. For Gobang. "

Legend has it that "Nuwa made humans and Fuxi made chess". Backgammon started before Go and revived in Yao and Shun. Ancient ancestors and alleys loved it. Although it is not as good as the high end of Go, who dares to question the weight of Gobang in history? She didn't talk nonsense, but Mu Sheng didn't know, it only showed that he was ignorant.

Mu Sheng looked at her face, slightly fascinated.

He was such an embarrassing existence at Mu Family ... except for the provision of food and clothing by the adoptive parents, almost no one took the initiative to manage him. Most of his skills are taught by his sister. Mu Yao is the eldest daughter of the Mu family who catches the demon family. She has a heavy responsibility. She has to go out early and return late.

Mu Yao loves to play chess, but unfortunately her father and mother are busy catching monsters. She only has full theory, after all, she lacks an opponent.

So she quietly taught Mu Sheng, the two sisters and brothers often discuss to enhance chess skills.

He only knows that there is a way to play Go, the kind that Mu Yao taught him.

"Why are you looking at me?" Miao Miao Le, "Don't believe me?"

Mu Sheng turned to stare at the chessboard: "It was the first time I heard."

Miao Miao messed up the chess on the board and flicked it aside: "You do n’t underestimate backgammon, it looks simple, but it ’s actually a big learning." She paused thoughtfully and asked, "Mu Sheng , Did you play very well? "

"..." The boy was silent for a rare time.

He is in the Mu family, but it's optional. However, what others don't know is that no matter in any field, as long as he has the opportunity to contact, he will learn knowledge like a watered seedling, and try his best to make himself more powerful and perfect.

The same goes for playing chess, not to mention, this is taught by the sister.

At the beginning, he always lost. Later, Mu Yao was no longer his opponent. However, he rarely wins his sister. Most of the time, he deliberately loses.

Because Mu Yao doesn't like his quirky chess style, he doesn't like him to win by any means to win. Since his sister didn't like it, he wouldn't win. He would rather be innocent and dull. He was daunted and begged Muyao: "Sister ... I don't know how to go."

At that time, Mu Yao will show a helpless smile and pat his head: "No, it must go to the end."

"But I will lose, my sister has already won."

Mu Yao raised his face: "You can't stop losing because you're afraid of losing. Come on, A Sheng, drop."

In fact, he will not only lose, he also knows how to make Mu Yao win without trace.

However, Mu Yao has not played chess with him for a long time. Because Liu Fuyi is also a master of the middle class, he is the most appreciated by his sister, the style of chess is stable and decent. They are paired up against each other.

Mu Sheng's eyes grew deeper.

Miao Miao saw the white jade-like face of the black lotus a little bit uncertain, and some regretted her talkativeness.

Looking at this, it must have been bad. Who made her not able to play Go and couldn't see the doorway, Black Lotus tried hard to go down for a long time, let her play it ...

Suddenly there was a trace of guilt in my heart.

"... I just said that backgammon looks simple, but it's actually very difficult." She turned the subject against her heart and smoothly. "Mugong, if you play well at Go, you might not be able to control this little backgammon. "

She divided the pieces, leaving the black ones for herself, and pushing the white ones to him. "Try a game?"

Mu Sheng looked at the box of Baizi in front of him and frowned: "Changed?"

"Yeah." Ling Miaomiao bent her eyes and lifted a bright white to show him, the lights were reflected in her eyes, like two small moons, "This is Yunzi, the color is like tender teeth, white. Like Mu Mu, how beautiful it is. "

Mu Sheng: "..."

Four more days, the deepest night, when everything is asleep.

The lights in Ling Miao Miao's house were still on, and Mu Sheng and Ling Miao Miao sat face to face.

"Mu Sheng you lost!"

"Mu Sheng you lost again!"

"Let me win again! You take it easy, don't let me keep it!"

Mu Sheng paused: "... come again."

When he was tired, he looked at Miao Miao on the opposite side, and the hair she slid down was rudely pinned behind her ear, leaning forward, and her eyes fixed on the chessboard. For a while, like a cat who saw a mouse, his eyes were clear, and he arched his body and fluttered suddenly, catching his prey with a click.

"Mu Sheng, look at you, you lose again!" She was overjoyed, and she also had a bit of cunning gloating.

He glanced down. Sure enough, in a mess of chess pieces that were about to fill the whole board, he found a row of contiguous black stones hiding in it.

Mu Sheng frowned, complaining: "My eyes are all spent."

"My eyes are spent!" She was still immersed in joy, the smile on her face had not faded, she was smug, "How can I still find it?"

Mu Sheng was speechless. He suddenly remembered that he had heard a sentence when he was walking in the rivers and lakes, about: want to be a friend with a man and drink with him; want to be a friend with a woman and watch a scene with her. This is not accurate. Some women, who accompanied her to play a few games of chess, did not even call "Mugong".

Four more days, Ling Miaomiao, with heavy dark circles, is still energetic and passionate. This kind of madness was generally excited and obviously infected with admiration, and his only few traces of sleep fell away.

"Ling Yu." Mu Sheng also started calling her.

"Don't call me Ling Yu." Miao Miao collapsed her face, "Awful."

Ling Yu, isn't he just a prisoner, trapped in his life?

Mu Sheng completely abandoned his polite mask and raised his eyelids: "Three words" Miss Ling ", mouthful."

"Then you call me nickname, Miao Miao."

"..." He paused, didn't call out, but under the headache of staying up late, he unconsciously and ghostly answered, "I also have a word, called the child period."