Although it is only a temporary residence, it can be seen that You Wuming is very indifferent to things in life.
The waiter prepared fine-quality thin silk bedding for him. Obviously he hadn't used it once. They still maintained the shape when they were stacked on the couch, except for a small recess near the head of the bed. Make up for You Wuming's appearance of sitting there cultivating casually.
He would take some memorials and military books to the bed to read, and throw them around after seeing them. There are both at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed. Sang carefully picked it up and looked at it, then put it back.
The text in this world is similar to Xiaobian. She can roughly understand 70% to 80%. The written grammar looks very confusing, and there is no need for punctuation. After reading a few pages for a long time, she can't find useful information at all.
She didn't know what she was looking for—when she was in a desperate situation, if she didn't want to sit and wait for death, she could only force herself to move and do something casually, maybe she could find a first-line opportunity.
A large wooden cabinet with black patterns stands on the wall. Sang Yuanyuan carefully grasped the sapphire groove and gently and slowly opened the cabinet door.
It's all his clothes.
Three colors of black, white, and gray, simple in style, with unobtrusive clawless dragons. The clothes are neatly folded, and they are clear at a glance, unlike the appearance of hiding things.
She bowed down and sniffed.
There is no smell.
There is a couch by the wooden window on which is placed a white jade low table. On the couch is a black pen holder, some paper, inkstone and other things.
Sang searched it far, but still found nothing.
She came to the only conclusion-there is indeed no woman beside You Wuming.
His gaze fell back to the bed, and suddenly he froze.
She walked a few steps and carefully raised the cyan jade pillow.
I saw a small black wooden box hidden right under the pillow, which looked quite old.
Her heart was pounding, and she listened for a while, and heard the chucking sound of You Wuming pressing out the wicker chair from next door. Then she felt the buckle with confidence and gently opened the small wooden box. .
In the exquisite silk cloth, there is a clear and transparent bead.
Remember Lingzhu.
After injecting the spiritual aggregate, you can record a short video and sound, save it in the bead, and inject the spiritual aggregate again to read it repeatedly.
Only in the Lingming Realm can the external spiritual accumulation be released. She can't see it.
Sang Yuanyuan closed the wooden box depressed and pressed it back under the jade pillow.
This must be a very, very important thing, otherwise he will not be placed under the pillow-it is very rare for a person like You Wuming to carry other things besides a knife when traveling.
The wooden box is old, and the box body is polished to be transparent and bright, and it is obviously often held in your hand by You Wuming.
And that piece of silk... I knew it belonged to a woman at a glance. She is a bright and beautiful woman with a fiery red scent.
Ji Lingzhu must be related to her.
It was someone You Wuming cared very much about.
Is there someone like him who cares
She thought about it, but she didn't realize that some time ago, a ghostly man had quietly stood in front of her.
"What are you thinking about?" He returned to his careless appearance.
Sang Yuan calmed down and looked up at him.
She had just washed away the disguise on her face. At this moment, the powder was not applied, and the afterglow of the setting sun put a light gold makeup on her, and when she smiled, she squinted her eyes.
"I'm thinking, when you win the battle and follow me back to see the father, it will be like a flying dog."
This is the future picture she unilaterally outlined when he is in a bath tub while he is in a daze.
At this moment, she is dancing on the tip of a knife.
She must make him interested in her so that she can save her life. But she can't let him be too interested in her, especially can't arouse men's interest in women.
You Wuming really became interested. He twitched his lips and sat beside her carelessly, patting his knees and said: "It must be very interesting. That old fellow Sang Chengyin will definitely cut me with a knife."
"And brother." Sang Yuanyuan asked with a smile, "Can you beat both of them?"
Inexplicably, there is the illusion of a little quiet time.
You Wuming thought about it seriously for a while, and quickly knocked on his knees and said: "It's hard to say. I don't know how to fight, I only kill people."
Hearing the meaning of this, I don't want to be true to the Sang father and son.
Sang was comforted far away inexplicably.
He tilted his head to look at her with a dark light in his eyes, and asked her, "What do you like me?"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." This is really a bit difficult to make up.
"Is it this face?" He tugged at his own face without mercy.
Immediately shook his head: "No, you haven't seen me before."
"Because I am a killer?" He seemed to ask her, and he seemed to be muttering to himself.
He stared at her grandly and complained loudly: "You are not sick, Xiao Sangguo!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
"Okay," he concluded, and he seemed to be in a better mood, "Since you like to watch me kill people, I will kill you more in the future."
Sang Yuanyuan: "???" I'm not, I didn't stop talking nonsense.
He pointed to the inside of the bed: "Are you going to sleep?"
Sang Yuan shook his head quickly: "I have washed my muscles and marrow, and I can use spiritual practice to replace sleep."
"Then follow me to practice." He looked very happy, and pulled a few times, and lifted the thin silk quilt into the bed to make a big space.
He bent down, took off her shoes and threw it aside, clutching her feet in a standard meditation posture.
He also kicked off his boots and jumped onto the bed.
Yuzhen blocked him for a while, and was lifted into it casually.
The black wooden box was exposed.
You Wuming paused as if being tapped.
He stretched out his hand, his fingertips glowed with a faint blue light.
The slender five fingers clasped on the ink-colored wooden box, and the blue light dripped like water, resonating gently with the wooden box. In the shaking water waves, several fingerprints clearly floated up.
Small, soft, and not his own at first glance.
He grabbed the wooden box in his palm and turned to look at her.
At this moment, Sang Yuanyuan felt as if he had been hit hard on the back of his head and spine with an electric mosquito swatter. She was stiff and her scalp exploded.
How to do? Fight with him
"No wonder." He smiled suddenly.
Sang far and away stared at him closely, thinking to himself that he would desperately want to scratch a few blood marks on his face! It's best to bite his throat, maybe he will bite it off
"No wonder it's sour and fall." He bent his eyes. "Do you think this is my favorite thing? No. It's me... mother."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
Which eye of his saw her jealous? This brain replenishment skill is truly a must.
Wait, he doesn't seem to be angry
"Come here." He beckoned.
Seeing her motionless, he stretched out his long arm, dragged her over, and bumped her into his chest.
He encircled him and lifted the lid of the box under her eyelids.
His chest trembled slightly, and said amusedly: "I can't see it when I find it, isn't it very angry?"
Sang Yuanyuan had to follow him and said, "I'm so angry."
You Wuming laughed happily, and while laughing, poured green spiritual aura into the spiritual orb.
It takes a while to wait for it to glow. He lazily put his chin on the top of her hair, twisting the transparent bead in one hand, and inadvertently lifted up with the other hand, and grabbed her in front of her, squeezing it with care. few times.
There was a "buzz" in Sang Yuanyuan's mind, his face flushed instantly, and he flinched back in annoyance.
"Don't move." His voice suddenly became heavy again, "It's rare for me to be calm at the moment."
She bit her lower lip and turned to look at him stiffly.
His black eyes looked extremely hollow, and he stared straight at the Lingzhu on his fingertips, his face was cold and hard, like a piece of lifeless wood.
Sick
A lazy and strong female voice slowly floated out of the Ji Lingzhu.
"Poor boy, there is no other way for my mother, but you can only abandon you. Don't be sad, there is nothing so sad about this, everyone will die, right? If you die like this, you can do something for your mother, no matter what Wherever I go in the future, I will remember this good baby who was willing to sacrifice for his mother..."
There is only pitch black on the pearl surface, and there is no scene at that time.
You Wuming slowly held the Ji Lingzhu in his palm. The other hand also let go of her.
Sang Yuanyuan suddenly understood that at that time, he held the bead in his hand in this way.
So, it was his mother who was talking to him
Could it be that five years ago... he wasn't going crazy, he was defending himself against killing
Sang Yuanyuan didn't know what it was like for a while.
He secretly recorded what she said to him with Lingzhu, but did not wash his reputation, but ruthlessly suppressed those discussions with bloodier methods...
Sang Yuanyuan's throat was dry, and she felt the breath on You Wuming's body getting cold. He stepped back like a tide, far away from her, threw the bead back into the wooden box, and closed the wooden lid.
Then he just sat down on the head of the bed and didn't look at her again.
Sang Yuanyuan calmed his breath and found a place not too far away from him to sit down.
The mood is mixed, and I can't calm down.
That happened five years ago. The king of Youzhou married his daughter, and the son of You Wuming went mad. He bloodbathed the hall with his confidant, You Yingwei, and slaughtered the You clan who had come to say his greetings off. In addition to You Yingyue who was about to marry to Hanzhou, one also Do not stay.
After the incident, You Wuming had no regrets. He stepped on a pool of blood and succeeded to claim the throne, and then handed a jade slip stained with fresh king blood to You Yingyue, patted her on the shoulder, and gently instructed. After she arrives in Hanzhou, don't lose your face in Youzhou.
The handprints dyed with the blood of the closest relatives were branded on the shoulders of Da Hong Xifu.
You Yingyue was slumped, and she was put in a car to welcome her.
No one knows what means You Wuming used to suppress the voices of opposition. As a result, within the territory of Youzhou unanimously supported the new king, and the impeachment papers handed to Tiandu were all sinking into a sea of mud and rocks.
Since then, no matter which state they are in, people who openly discuss this matter will always die.
The name You Wuming gradually became a taboo.
Sang shook his head far in disbelief. Is there anything hidden behind this? Lao Youwang’s wife, what reason do you have to force her son to be rebelled
Moreover, You Wuming five years ago was already a peerless powerhouse with full wings. It was impossible for his mother to speak in such a dominant tone in front of him.
It's more like... against a young, unresisting child.