After Transmigrating into a Short-lived White Moonlight, had a HE with the Villain

Chapter 22: The little sister is broken

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"Later, can you come to propose a marriage?"

As soon as he uttered the words, Sang Yuan heard only a'boom', and blood rushed to his forehead, and his entire head was jumping with pain.

To prevent You Wuming from going mad, it seemed that there was only one way.

She knows how powerful You Wuming is.

The fierce beast that was injured and pushed to the limit is the most terrifying when it comes back to bite.

If it were to fight, it must be a fierce battle that did not lose the slightest amount of battle to defend the Great Wall.

Although Sang Yuanyuan knew very well in his heart that she only said this to stabilize You Wuming, but after speaking, her heartbeat became more intense.

Tension and anxiety are intertwined in my heart, and my heart is aching.

She wanted to hear him say the word'good', lazily and carelessly.

On the opposite side of Yujian, there was the rumbling sound of heavy hoofs and the whirring wind, but Sang Yuanyuan felt a dead silence.

She listened attentively, clasping her hands to prevent herself from shaking.

She didn't hear the man's voice until Yu Jian was broken.

Will he not hear it? She thought blankly, and jumped off the curtain.

It just so happened that on the small hill behind him, the first row of horses appeared.

Under the moonlight, the black iron armor glowed with a dignified cold light.

Except for the person in charge.

Although it is far away, it can be seen that the opposing lord is only wearing a large white robe, his hair is still wet, and he is floating in the wind casually.

He is arrogant with a knife in one hand.

This man is so special that even if he can't see his face clearly, there is no way he will admit it wrong.

The iron cavalry was heavy on the top of the mountain, the horrible pressure made the hair stand upright, and the breath only felt cold.

With the momentum of diving, the short-lived running speed will definitely be faster...

Sang seemed to have seen it from afar, that big black knife with blue light would cut countless flesh and blood and cut off the bones of the Sang people.

Ling Gu hurriedly grabbed Sang Yuanyuan: "Wang Nu, you withdraw one after another, it is too dangerous here!"

Sang Chengyin and Sang Shizi have solemn eyebrows, and the battle is about to start.

At this moment, the leading Yunjian beast on the hill suddenly raised its front hoofs, twisted half a circle on the spot, and withdrew people.

The figure in white was holding the rein with one hand, and it condensed into a brief silhouette in the moonlight.

Although the distance was far away, Sang Yuanyuan knew that he never looked back.

He has bathed. If Ling Gu hadn't rescued her, she should be fighting with him on the bed at this moment.

She let out a breath, shook her head, and drove the hot images out of her mind.

"Huh?" Sang Shizi wrinkled his pair of eyebrows that were almost identical to those of Sang Yuanyuan, and said in amazement, "You lunatic has never retreated in his life. What the little girl said to him can shock this. people?!"

Sang Yuanyuan blushed, calmly said: "Analyze the pros and cons."

She couldn't mention that matter.

Would he want to marry her? He should have heard it just now, but he didn't agree.

This is the junction of Sang and You.

Since this battle cannot be fought, there is no need to stay longer.

The King of Sangzhou and his party did not go south to Sangdu, but all the way to the east. Because the emperor has sent envoys to invite the king of Sangzhou to go to heaven to apologize.

To travel from Sangzhou to Tiandu, you need to cross Jiangzhou, which borders on the east. At the junction of the two states, Sangzhou Wang ordered his army to return. With a pair of children and a hundred personal guards, he followed the envoy and entered the Jiangzhou boundary.

Sang Chengming escaped. On the site of Hanzhou, the Sang clan was unable to search with great fanfare, so he could only entrust Han Shaoling to deal with this matter.

The king of Sangzhou and Sang Shizi both had a big heart, and they didn't take this matter seriously, so they scolded Sang Chengming and Han Shaoling together.

Sang Yuan listened to the voice, and felt that the father and son would even hope that Sang Chengming could escape from Han Shaoling's subordinates, and would fall into the hands of King Sangzhou in the future for his own disposal.

The father and son did not get close to Sang Yuan rashly, but carefully approached her from time to time to make a face.

Sang Yuanyuan also gradually calmed his mind.

Let's go with the flow.

Faced with the eyes full of affection, how could she bear the heart to let them know that although their relatives are close at hand, they are separated forever.

Two days later, King Sangzhou and his party entered Jiangdu.

Sang Shizi's face was a bit ugly. He said that his legs hurt and he couldn't ride Yunjian Beast, and then he blatantly bumped into Sang Yuan's car.

I didn't speak much when I got in the car.

Sang Yuanyuan saw him sitting aside with embarrassment, so he leaned forward and asked softly, "Brother, what's the matter?"

Sang Shizi said: "This time you and Han Shaoling are reunited, Jiang Jinzhen will definitely stick to his face again. My brother is worried that you are thin and you can't scold him! Bah, that stuff, is he worthy to say a word to you!"

Jiang Jinzhen.

The prince of Jiangzhou.

An upright dude, especially lustful, never stops no matter where he goes. In the book, he fell in love with Meng Wuwu at first sight, so she wanted to cry without tears.

It can be regarded as an emotional catalyst between Han Shaoling and Meng Wuyou.

Sang understood from afar, Sang Shizi was here to be the keeper of peach blossoms for her.

She smiled: "My brother is not too good. After all, the Jiang family is the mother of the emperor, so I have to save a bit of face."

The current king of Jiangzhou is the concubine of the emperor Jiang Yanji. Jiang Shizi Jiang Jinzhen is also the emperor's nephew, and Jiang Jinyuan is a cousin. It's just that Jiang Jinyuan is a direct lineage, Jiang Jin is really a concubine.

Sang Shizi didn't take it seriously: "An Xin. If he is not too hot, I will let him go."

Very perfunctory.

Sang Yuan could only smile and shook his head.

Jiang Jin really didn't dare to be too rude to her. After all, she was Sang Wangnu, and she was not Meng Wuyou's folk little white flower without a backing.

Jiang Jinzhen, at the most, he would just squeeze in front of him and talk more.

Originally, this line didn't have to stay in Jiangdu, but since the envoy brought people here, it must have been Jiang Zhou's brains and wrists, and he wanted to start booking as soon as possible and leave Sanyuan afterwards.

Chariots enter the Jiang Palace.

As soon as she landed, she felt a few unabashed gazes fixed on her.

Sang Shizi took a step forward, blocking his vision.

King Jiang Zhou was a sickly thin old man. His son Jiang Jinzhen followed him with a younger brother. The two brothers, like their father, were all like thin bamboo poles.

After the two parties performed the royal family meeting ceremony, the three Sang clan were invited into the palace banquet.

It was supposed to be Sang Shizi and Jiang Shizi sitting opposite each other, but the dude actually pulled his concubine to the right position, abruptly changing himself to the opposite of Sang Yuan, his eyes were staring straight at her without blinking. blink.

Sang Shizi slapped the cup several times angrily, but the cheeky Jiang Jin really didn't know.

Sang Yuanyuan didn't care at all. The most uncomfortable thing about a person who has been a star is the gaze of others.

Love to see it, it's all traffic.

"Mr. Sang..." Jiang Jinzhen toasted again, "Respect you! Did the princess dump the King of Han on the underworld battlefield? It's really a heroine! I, Jiangzhou, have never dared to go to the battlefield before. Madam, you’re really looking forward to it! Come, come and have three drinks with me!"

Sang Yuanyuan smiled modestly: "Fortunately, Wang Youzhou has devoted all his efforts to protect him. I have never suffered. Jiang Shizi can join me in respecting King Youzhou."

As soon as this statement came out, the entire hall suddenly fell into the forbidden barrier. The hot atmosphere seemed to be poured on a whole basin of ice water, and all the greasy condensed, floating in a state of silence to the utmost embarrassment.

Until the three of the Sang family left the Jiang Palace, Jiang Zhou Wang and Jiang Jinzhen's expressions could not be relieved.

Sang's party continued eastward.

"The little girl is broken, she actually used You Wuming to bluff people, but she used poison to fight poison." Sang Shizi rode a cloud beast, walking beside Sang Yuan's carriage.

Sang Yuanyuan held his cheek lightly, smiling mysteriously.

Although Jiangzhou is located in the center of the cloud, the climate is not very good. Along the way, the carts and horses were covered with yellow sand.

After walking for a few days, a whole piece of agate white appeared in the field of vision.

Heaven is here.

Sang Shizi smiled and said: "When I was young, I always depended on me, asking me to secretly take you to the sky to see. I thought, I would walk away without telling my parents when I was a little bit older. Where did I learn how to be dignified and blame me for being a fool."

Sang Yuanyuan listened to him with great interest.

Sang Shizi said: "After the illness this time, he has regained his former lively appearance! Father, do you think it too?"

The king of Sangzhou was so sad that he couldn't speak, and when he saw this step, he immediately climbed over: "Yes, yes, I said I shouldn't let Xiao Sang Guo marry someone, I shouldn't let Xiao Sang Guo marry someone. I didn't get married. What a lovely little Sangguo when I saw that Han Shaoling, I just..."

He consciously failed to speak, with a big mouth flapping on his cheek.

Sang looked at them with a smile from afar.

She understood their mood—because of her'amnesia', they were afraid of her being frustrated, so they deliberately said that she looked like a child, so that she could relax more easily.

That's great, she doesn't have to act other people.

Entering the capital, the envoy led the Sang family into the post house. The people, vehicles, and beasts were all cleaned. They changed into the luxurious white robe of the Emperor Jian, and boarded the cloud animal cart sent from the palace. Drive towards the imperial palace.

The whole sky is made of white agate-like stone.

This place is extremely prosperous, and only the best specialties of each state are eligible to appear in the Tiandu market.

After walking for a long time, the convoy arrived at the gate of the palace when the sun was slanting.

On the palace gate that is more than ten feet high, there are inlaid gold letters on a blue background—

Jingtian Temple.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the white agate a pale red, and Sang couldn't help but think of the description in the book.

You Wuming, dressed in white, walked slowly into the burning sky. The light of blood and fire stained his face, reminding people of the legendary evil spirit Shura-how pretty his face is and how evil his heart is.

He is really not a good person.

Sang Yuanyuan drove his thoughts out of his mind, and followed the king of Sangzhou, without squinting his eyes, stepping respectfully into the imperial city symbolizing the supreme power.

The huge building itself can give people a strong oppressive force. In addition, it has been immersed in the brilliance of power for thousands of years. This city seems to be given life, looking down at the ant-like human beings from top to bottom. In the meantime, people feel difficult to breathe, and with every step they take, they have to resist infinite pressure.

Have to be in awe.

The waiter arranged the three Sangs in the outer hall.

Tomorrow will bathe and burn incense again, and see the emperor in the morning.

The old waiter with a smile on his face bowed and said: "This palace usually only houses guests from the emperor's own family. The king of Sangzhou, the emperor really loves you very much."

The king of Sangzhou nodded politely and sent away the old waiter beside the emperor.

He urged a pair of children: "It's good to live and rest, and you will have enough energy to see you tomorrow."

Then they separated into their own palaces.

Sang Yuan walked into the snow-white side hall, and the waiter behind him silently stepped back, and opened the huge carved door on top and bottom for her.

She sat on the jade couch.

Tiandu is a treasure trove of geomantic omen, rich in spiritual aura, far from ordinary and comparable.

She must seize the time to practice.

On the way, she intermittently absorbed a lot of spiritual accumulation, faintly, feeling that the grass-green wood spirits in her body began to stain a deeper color.

It shouldn't be too far away from promotion.

She concentrated on her knees, and soon became immersed in her mind, and was about to enter concentration.

At this moment, a gust of lukewarm wind blew across the neck!

Sang was so excited, his eyes opened.

The surroundings are quiet and there is nothing.

The palace has no windows, and the doors of the palace are tightly closed.

The white shining candle didn't dangle for a while, obviously there could be no wind.

The strange sixth sense made her horrified, hung her heart, and turned her head very slowly and slowly—