"Miss, miss?" The maid called cautiously, her voice as soft as a cat's bark, and she screamed straight at people.
"What's the matter? What's the matter?" Ling Miaomiao stood up and started to stun, hulled and raised the tent, with her hair tangled up, her eyes staring like copper bells, and the scared maid backed a few steps.
"No...nothing big." She stammered and explained. "The master said that Miss Liu Gongzi Mu had tea in the front hall and asked you to play with them."
Ling Miaomiao let out an "Oh", rubbing the restless woman. Sleepy eyes, sat sluggishly for a while, then got up slowly.
The ivory comb was dipped in the clear water with petals and slid across the black hair. It reached the end of the original owner's yellow and branched hair because of long and short sighs day and night. Massage carefully.
For a moment, Ling Miaomiao sneezed, clutching his nose and said impatiently: "Where is it so troublesome? Just cut it."
Maid Jia was shocked: "This...I'm afraid this is..."
"Come on. Come, I'll come." She looked for a pair of scissors in the drawer, grabbed her hair from the maid's hand, and cut a circle, the fragments of hair staggered and fell on the dressing table, and she cut and learned a lesson. "You can get it if you have a home. It can grow well after you cut it. Don't be too darling with these hair."
Ling Miaomiao put down the scissors, and shook his head quickly like a puppy with water, shaking off. After the broken hair on the clothes, he entered the state of meditation again.
The eyelids of the person in the mirror were a little swollen, drooping slightly, and looked a little sluggish.
"Miss didn't sleep last night, okay?" Maid Jia asked cautiously.
"...Nor." Ling Miaomiao rubbed her forehead with a headache. It stands to reason that last night was the first step in her success in attacking Black Lotus, and she should sleep soundly and happily.
He just closed his eyes and was entangled by nightmares.
The torch was reflected in the mirror-like pond, like a pool of sparks, the heat was scorching people's faces, and rows of disheveled people were kneeling at the door, their faces were covered with mud, and weeping faintly. One after another, rendering the whole world. The officers and soldiers pulled the hair of the girls. They cut their hands behind their backs and were forced to walk staggering, like torn sacks being dragged.
The cry is terrible. There were also people struggling, like a fish being thrown on a scale, flicking its tail frantically, and beheaded by a big knife in the next second. The bloody blood poured out and instantly gathered into a small puddle. Next to the executioner's boot, when he pulled his foot away, the bottom of the boot squeaked full of water.
Many wooden boxes became tired in piles, and some opened their mouths, revealing a dazzling light under the unnailed wooden strips. It was a trembling butterfly hairpin with its wings extended, showing no one alone. Appreciate the beauty.
The horse in the distance rang his nose, and the lame soldier was about to move the box to the wagon, and the stronger one bumped to the side, and the two fought together.
The night was shining red, and people were like ants on a hot pot. Or crazy, or die.
Miao Miao looked at the maid's face with fine hairs. On the night when she received the mirror, the little maid's teeth trembled with fright, her face was green, and now she was red like an apple again, and young life is resilient.
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THE GUIDE TO CAPTURING A BLACK LOTUS
FantasyLing Miaomiao transmigrated into a novel. She became the cannon fodder girl No.3 and she still has to finish those extremely cliché missions?! It's already enough that she has to spoil the relationship between the original male and female lead, but...
