Chapter 8

"Miss, miss?" Servant girl a calls carefully. Her voice is as light as a cat's, scratching people.

"What's the matter? What's the matter? " Ling Miaomiao turned over and started. Hula raised the tent. Her hair was in a mess. Her eyes were as wide as brass bells. She was so scared that she stepped back.

"No It's no big deal. " She stammered and explained, "the master said that young master Liu and miss Mu were having tea in the front hall and asked you to play with them."

Ling Miaomiao gave a "Oh", rubbed her sleepy eyes, sat for a while, and then got up slowly.

The ivory comb, stained with water soaked in petals, glides through the black hair and comes to the ends of the owner's withered and yellow forked hair. Then it is entangled. The servant girl carefully guesses the owner's mind, grabs a handful of ointment and massages it carefully.

For a moment, the strong fragrance was on the nose. Ling Miaomiao sneezed, covered his nose and said impatiently, "where is the trouble? Just cut it. "

Servant girl a was shocked: "this I'm afraid it's... "

"Come on, I'll come." Looking for a pair of scissors in the drawer, she snatched the hair from the servant girl a's hand and cut it in a circle. The ends of the fragmentary hair crisscrossed on the dressing table. While cutting it hard, she taught, "if you have a house, you can have it. If you cut it, you can grow well. Don't treasure the hair."

Ling Miaomiao puts down the scissors and shakes his head like a dog with water. After shaking off the broken hair on his clothes, he enters a settled state again.

In the mirror, people's eyelids are swollen and slightly droop, which makes them dull.

"Miss, didn't you sleep well last night?" Servant girl a asks cautiously.

“…… It's not Ling Miaomiao rubbed his forehead with a headache. It is reasonable to say that last night was the first step of her successful strategy of Black Lotus. She should have a good sleep.

But as soon as I closed my eyes, I was haunted by nightmares.

The torch is reflected in the pool like a mirror. It looks like a pool of broken sparks. The heat is burning people '. Officers and soldiers take girls, are pulling the hair, their hands cut back behind, forced to stagger along, like a ragged sack being dragged.

Crying. Some people struggle, such as the fish thrown on the scales, flapping their tails crazily, and being beheaded by a big knife in the next second. The hot blood pours out, forming a small puddle next to the executioner's boots. When he leaves, the bottom of his boots makes a creaking sound full of water.

A lot of wooden boxes piled up. Some of them opened their mouths, revealing the dazzling brilliance under the uncut wooden strips. It was a trembling butterfly hairpin with its wings sticking out, showing the beauty that nobody appreciated alone.

The horse in the distance snorted, and the lame soldier was ready to carry the box to the carriage. A stronger one ran into one side, and they started fighting.

The night glowed red, and everyone was like ants on a hot pot. Or crazy, or dead.

Miaomiao looks at the maid's face with fine hair. On the night of collecting the water mirror, the little maid's teeth trembled and her face was very blue. At this moment, she was as red as an apple again. Her young life was resilient.

"How old are you?"

The servant girl was puzzled Fourteen years old. What's the matter, miss? "

Miaomiao saw her face. The 14-year-old girl choked to death after being spoiled in that chaotic night. She threw it in the mud and glared at her big eyes.

At that time, where was Lingyu? After green bamboo forest, or to apricot town? Has she ever thought about the fate of her family and the people she left behind?

She dropped her eyes and said, "it's nothing. Let's go to the flower hall."

"Task reminder: Task 1, quarter stage follow-up: you are required to continue to increase the intimacy with the character [Liu Fuyi] when the character [mu Yao] is online. The reminder is over. "

Suddenly received a reminder, Ling Miaomiao mouth cakes have become tasteless.

"Bah." She vomited.

"Not to the taste?" Liu Fuyi drinks tea with a smile and kindly pushes the wonderful teacup over.

"I think Miss Ling didn't wake up."

Mu Sheng opened his mouth with a smile. He was the same man who had been sleeping for the fourth night. His face was still white and red, and he couldn't see a piece of green under his eyes.

Touch Mu sound that pair of black eyes, Ling Miaomiao subconsciously shrunk for a while, in a moment, the fire light and phantom swept again, the stomach began to surge.

Mu Sheng saw her face pale and poured a mouthful of tea. As if she didn't hear it, she completely passed him. She turned to Liu Fu's clothes and asked, "brother Liu, do I look very bad?"

She was absorbed, her eyes were burning, and her look froze for a moment.

Only Miaomiao accompanies the leading group in the flower hall. The sheriff's father is busy with government affairs in the morning. His original words are that young people and young talents are chatting together. He is old and always can't get the words, which makes the guests embarrassed.

In fact, Miaomiao knows that the sheriff intends to keep these talented people and strange people for a long time, so as not to have no way to ask for help when he meets any tricky monster in the county. But he is not good with the status pressure person, handed over the heavy responsibility to the baby daughter. He expects Miaomiao to get along with them, and it's better to make friends with them."Well, it's not very good." Fu Yi carefully looked at her pale face, slightly frowned, "what's wrong?" The two of her were so close that when he looked down, they formed an ambiguous angle. Liu Fu has a unique temperament with a male dominant aura. It's enough for a big girl and a little daughter-in-law to blush.

Miaomiao boldly looked back and let her face blush. Her tone became more pitiful: "I am I can't sleep well at night. "

Through Liu Fuyi's shoulder, she saw Mu Yao's posture of drinking tea. She raised her cold eyes and looked over.

Miaomiao got closer by brushing his clothes. He muttered: "after that time, I had nightmares every night."

She deliberately lowered her voice, so that Liu Fuyi unconsciously wanted to get closer to listen.

Mu Yao frowned slightly.

Hearing the word "mirror demon", Liu Fu's face turned pale. After looking at her for a long time, she comforted her: "Miss Ling is an ordinary person. Maybe she was influenced by the big demon." He took out a plain white brocade bag from his arms. "It's filled with wormwood and forgetting worries. It can calm the nerves. Miss Ling might as well have a try."

Ling Miaomiao grabs it and refuses to let it go. He says, "can I really take it..."

Liu Fuyi could not laugh or cry: "yes."

Ling Miaomiao made a move to put it into his arms, but he couldn't restrain his upturned mouth, "did I really take it?"

Liu Fu was amused: "well."

"Take it and give it to Miss Ling." Mu Yao's voice is light, the vision is direct to come over, "if the smell doesn't like, I still have here."

Ling Miaomiao tilts her head slightly. The atmosphere in the room is very strange. Liu Fuyi is the only one who doesn't feel it and speaks normally.

Women's instincts are accurate. No matter how nervous the female creatures are, they will have subtle hostility to any female around their spouse. They unconsciously erect their hair and watch out for all the gentle traps. Although Mu Yao speaks freely, she is tense all over at the moment: holding the knuckles of the cup tightly betrays her, and her skin near her fingernails is almost squeezed out of a nest.

The look of Mu Sheng has been wrong for a long time. He is just like muyao's Sunny Doll hanging by the window. Muyao doesn't realize some emotions, but he can detect them first. Therefore, he looked at the wonderful eyes, but also with a touch of deep.

"Does sister Mu also have sachets? Are you a couple with Mr. Liu? " Miao Miao pinches Liu Fu's sachet in her hand and asks curiously.

Bullying people can't go too far. Her original intention is to make a joke to make Mu Yao blush, or to expose this embarrassing page, so as not to brush intimacy and make young lovers have conflicts.

But Ling Miaomiao has no emotional experience after all. She did not expect that a casual joke in Mu Yao's ear, inexplicably with a malicious test, she was inspired to declare sovereignty ambition, a "yes" word has come to the mouth -

"No." Mu Sheng replied deliberately.

"That's not true. People who catch demons usually take some sachets like this with them to drive away evil things." Liu Fuyi explained solemnly almost at the same time.

Ling Miaomiao was silly for a moment. It's embarrassing. What should I do?

Mu Yao's face turned from white to red, and then turned white, "rub" to stand up, "I go back first."

"Sister, I'll take you back." Mu Sheng can't wait for such a result. He follows Mu Yao and laughs as if three spring flowers are blooming.

Liu Fuyi sat looking straight at Mu Yao's back, worried in her eyes, but turned to face Miaomiao.

"Go quickly, brother Liu. Thank you for your sachet." Miaomiao is very clever to make way for him.

Liu Fu's clothes didn't go. He took out a wordless Rune with his slender fingers, took the sachet on Miaomiao's hand, folded it into small pieces, and put it in. "This is my Rune paper."

He said with a smile, "there's my breath on it. If nightmares are caused by evil things, you will not dare to pester you as soon as you are aware of them. "

Ling Miaomiao was moved to tears by the hero's benevolence and righteousness. She carefully held the opening of the sachet for fear of damaging it: "thank you, brother Liu..."

Liu Fu clothes a smile, this just shake robe but go: "I go to see Yao son."

Outside the west chamber, a figure passed by the pool. The wind of late spring blows across the pond, wrinkling a pool of spring water. The willow sticks are placed with it. A gentle branch blows across the young man's pretty face and is folded off by him.

The willow with green bud turned in his hand, and in a twinkling of an eye, it was thrown into the pool and sank into the mud.

Mu Sheng was very upset.

"Sister, I think Miss Ling is interested in Liu Fu's clothes."

"Don't talk nonsense." Mu Yao sat on the bed with a light look, but her eyes suddenly shook.

Sister upset, he is proud, embellished, "I see that Liu Fu clothes also don't hate Ling Yu."

"Ah Sheng." Mu Yao frowned, "if you have a lot of leisure, go and practice your skills. Don't wander in front of me."

"Don't be angry, sister." He put soft tone, "I'm just worried, in case Liu Fu clothes him...""It's not like that." Mu Yao interrupts faintly, her eyes are clear, and there is no doubt.

He just hated the way sister trusted that person.

The wind blows up his soft forehead, and a touch of yellow flies like a butterfly. Mu Sheng reaches out and grabs it. It's a piece of incomplete yellow paper. The scarlet characters on it can only see a corner, and can't distinguish what it is.

His face suddenly changed. This is the rune paper of Liu Fu's clothes.

The red one is not cinnabar, but blood.

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