Sang was taken far away to a hot spring palace made of nephrite.
There is a hot spring indoors, which makes people feel weak at first sight, and I want to soak away my tiredness.
She got into the water, leaning against the wall of the pool, half dreaming and half awake. After days of worry and rushing on the road, my mind and body were a little overwhelmed.
A thin strand of vines stubbornly drilled into the carved wooden window and stuck on the window lattice.
It shook gently, and when Sang Yuanyuan was in a daze, he suddenly heard the unique voice of You Wuming.
"several?"
She was taken aback, thinking that this man was frantic and just waking up from a coma, she would do something uncomfortable to her.
Immediately, Agu’s calm voice sounded: "Five. Lord, after this incident, there should be no ghosts in the shadow guard. This time the Lord’s injuries are dangerous, three people want to take the opportunity to assassinate, and the other two want Sending the news has been controlled by the subordinates, waiting for the lord to send it down."
Sang Yuan's gaze fell on the vines on the window lattice—she turned on the remote eavesdropping mode again.
"Okay." You Wuming coughed slightly, "Buried."
"Yes." Agu said, "The interception of the Sang family is related to the remnants of the old king. The forged decree was stamped with the missing old king's seal. Thanks to the reminder of the Sang daughter, the subordinates rushed to destroy them. The evidence controlled the situation before. The subordinates were careless. They didn't keep an eye on the border army these few days before they stabbed such a big man! Please punish the lord!"
You Wuming smiled and said, "You have been tortured for many years, so why bother to ask me."
"Yes, the subordinates will get a hundred sticks by themselves later. Lord, there is no news about this matter, do you want to prepare for battle first?"
"Can."
"A few rebels have been taken down and are being tortured." Agu's voice brought a trace of worry, "What should be done with the soldiers who have been deceived and committed serious mistakes?"
I'm afraid to hear those two fluttering words again-buried.
You Wuming smiled and said, "Did you kill the envoy? Reward."
The end is extremely arrogant.
"Yes!" Agu said, "The lord, please give birth and heal your wounds, this time is too dangerous! You said that you have cured your wounds for nine days, but you have frightened those small wastes. The subordinates are also very scared."
He seemed to hesitate for a while, and then asked: "Don’t the lord worry... Will your subordinates be against you? If your subordinates are also traitors, then..."
"Then you are in a different place." You Wuming's voice was calm, "Go."
"Hey, hey." Agu said, "Yes!"
The sound of footsteps faded away.
After a moment of silence, Wuming's voice slowly floated out.
"Would you like to see Xiao Sangguo take a bath?"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
She quickly climbed out of the pool, put on the new clothes the waitress had prepared for her, and opened the door to go out.
The waitress took her straight to the quiet palace of Wuming.
He was leaning on the Wen Yu pillow, loosely draped in a robe, his chest was half open, and the arrow wound was still bleeding.
Seeing Sang coming in from afar, You Wuming squinted his eyes happily and waved at her: "Come here."
Sang walked far to him and sat down.
He'swiped', and handed a piece of paper to her, with his long finger obliquely pointing a line of words, and said: "Little Sangguo, you really want to be with me like this, do you have to be with me? Can't wait?"
Sang was struggling to identify the words on the document.
What is recorded above is the whole story of her putting a dagger on her neck, threatening You Jun to release people.
He was better, taking it out of context, saying that she was dependent on him for life and death.
"You still have the heart to make fun of me," she said, "Don't you quickly find a way to end this matter? Now, how can you have the strength to go against the heavens?"
He stretched out his long arms, brought her to his side, and said happily: "What is there to be afraid of when I die, as long as I can go to Wushan with my little mulberry before I die, and die on the peony flower..."
Sang covered his mouth with a fist.
There was a blush on the snow-white cheeks, and her angry look made him feel even better.
He smirked. The cold lips moved, then moved again, as if kissing her palm.
Her scalp was numb and she hurriedly withdrew her hand.
You Wuming smiled happily, he leaned forward and whispered in her ears: "What's so shy about this. Little Sangguo, you know, that day, if it wasn't for a little obstacle..."
He meant something, and his eyes seemed to burn with warmth on her face.
"I've already gone in."
At first she was still stunned, not knowing what he was talking about. When she reacted, she felt the blood rushing to her forehead, wishing she could grab the pillow behind him and press it on the horrible handsome face.
"Han Shaoling is really useless," he was still smiling there, "it's cheaper for me."
She became angry from embarrassment. He wanted to leave, but he held his wrist tightly.
You Wuming looked astonished: "Xiao Sangguo, where did you want to go? I'm talking about breaking into the evil formation and saving you. Isn't Han Shaoling also in Jiang Yanji's palace? This hero's good thing to save the United States is actually cheap. I am. What is Xiao Sangguo angry about? Did you think of something strange?"
Sang is far from believable in his evil! He just looked so fluent, and he said clearly that...
"I want to contact my father and brother!" Sang closed his eyes and said, "They must be worried about it!"
You Wuming let go of her, raised his hands, and made a big gesture.
"I have sent so many jade slips to Yue Zhang."
Sang Yuanyuan calmed down a little. Now that the jade slips have been sent, we can only wait.
Her eyes fell suddenly on his half-open robe.
He has pectoral muscles, the lines are extremely smooth, not at all obtrusive. The arrow wound was wrapped in fine cloth, and a purple and black handprint was printed impressively not far from the heart.
She remembered Xiao Wu and said that he was shot in the palm of a poison and another arrow.
This palm print is very small, and you can tell it came from a woman's hand at a glance.
You Wuming lowered his head and looked at it, then closed the skirt of his clothes with his hand, glanced at her lazily, and said, "So greedy for me?"
Sang Yuanyuan: "I'm just thinking, how long have you not taken a shower."
You Wuming: "..."
The corners of her lips floated with pride, and there were little smiles in her curled eyes, which made him dizzy.
He paused for a moment, and put an arm heavily on her shoulder.
"Just right, the injured need help."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
She was taken to the hot spring palace by this patient who looked lean but was actually too heavy.
After removing the loose robe, he walked into the spring and sat on the edge of the pool, wearing only a pair of short pants.
The fine cloth covering the wound was soaked with water, and Sang Yuan was a little helpless.
He tore it off casually and threw it aside.
"Come down."
Sang hesitated for a moment, put on his clothes and went down.
There was one more person in the pool, and the temperature seemed to have doubled. She stared at his wound and saw strands of blood oozing from the edge of the healing wound, winding down and scattered in the hot pool.
Beside the wound, the purple and black palm prints were very glaring. She couldn't help thinking to herself, the woman who could hurt him up close and frontally...
He smiled and took her arm: "Don't worry, it wasn't a good thing to get it up."
Sang Yuanyuan sighed faintly, dipped a cloth towel with water, and carefully cleaned the dried blood around the wound.
Her expression was too concentrated, her movements were extremely gentle, and she cleaned up all the blood stains for him cleanly, and did not affect his pain in the slightest.
He knew that she was actually nervous, small beads of sweat oozing from her smooth forehead, rolling into her eyes, she only blinked randomly, and her movements were not affected in any way.
Although she was only a minor repair of the spiritual hidden realm, she still clumsily condensed the wooden spirit Yun in her palm as much as possible, and the light wooden breath lightly brushed his wounds, extremely ironing.
She looks so cherished and important, as if... He is such an incredible treasure.
Oh, the most precious baby.
The most precious baby...
His arms secretly encircled her at some point.
"Little Sangguo," his voice became hollow and hoarse, "they said that once a man has the body of a woman, he won't cherish it anymore."
She moved for a while and looked up at him. This is... sick
There was no expression on his face, his eyes passed through her, not knowing where he could see.
A finger slowly raised her chin, his gaze was empty, and he approached her slightly in a daze.
"So," the thin lips with insufficient blood color moved lightly, "Let me get you, and then treat you as an ordinary woman, spoil you, and give you the best, how about?"
Sang Yuanyuan slowly raised his eyes to look at him.
Seeing a smirk at the corner of his lips: "Don't seduce me like this, don't try to walk into my heart, if you make me upset for you again, I will kill you."
His gaze slowly focused, and it fell on her face coldly.
At this moment, Sang Yuanyuan felt the hot soup all over her body freeze, and the cold made her shiver slightly.
She has a strange instinct that she has accidentally touched the true negative scale of this lunatic.
What did she do
She opened her eyes wide and remembered for a moment, but she didn't remember anything extraordinary that she had just done.
Isn't it just to help him take a bath
Didn't he ask for it
She pursed her lips, met his gaze, and said grievously: "Then if you get me, you will not be bored, but you will cherish it even more. What should I do? I don't want to die, I just want to be with you. Together."
"What do you do with me?" He faintly said, "Will you have a baby? No, I don't want that kind of thing. Little Sangguo, one day, you will dislike me, and by then, if I have already I like you, what should I do?"
As soon as she moved her lips, he pressed a cold finger against her.
"Shhh. Do you want to say that you will always like me until you die?" A smirk appeared on his face. "If so, it's better to kill you now, lest it become a lie in the future."
She stared at him.
Under those cold black eyes, there seemed to be a trace of fragility hidden deep. There is a bit of sadness like a dead end.
This person is too abnormal.
"Is this okay?" She raised her arms, gently wrapped around the back of his neck, and said, "I wake up every day and will tell you whether I like you today is the same as yesterday. Day by day, If it doesn’t change until the day I die, then you believe that I have always liked you."
There was a clear tremor in his eyes.
The beautiful eyebrow frowned slightly, as if he had received an unstoppable big killer move.
After a while, he closed his eyes.
Sang Yuanyuan wasn't sure if he would just kill her without stopping when he opened his eyes.
She leaned forward decisively and kissed the corner of his lips.
By now, she actually couldn't tell how true she was in her heart, and how she was acting.
Do you like You Wuming? There will always be more or less.
He is really good-looking, he has a great figure, and that evil spirit is also very charming. He also rescued her, and that arrow was probably just to turn around and help her.
However, the first time she said'like' to him, it was a complete lie. Because of this mistake at the beginning, she could only say'like' to him again and again, and now, she doesn't know if she is lying to him or lying to herself.
Tears slipped down again.
She tilted her head and didn't let him taste the taste of tears.
She was absorbing his slightly bitter floral scent, and she had never imagined that a person would have such a special smell.
He was motionless.
Between toss and turns, she whispered intermittently: "You, don't you like me like this? I'm dead, so no one will kiss you like this and talk to you like this. Don't like the smell of me? No more when I die. "
The big hand pressed against the back of her neck gradually lost its strength.
His breathing was heavy, and after a stagnation, he turned to the guest, took her breath domineeringly, and pushed her into the water.
Sang was caught off guard when he was killed far away. He choked on his nose and couldn't cough under water. When he opened his mouth, it was convenient for him and kissed her thoroughly.
When he smirked and lifted her out of the water, she was dizzy, her eyes sluggish, and she didn't know whether it was suffocated, choked, or kissed by him.
"Little Sangguo!" There was a happy smile on his face again, "Keep your words in mind today, from now on, every day I wake up, I want your "likes" and yours. smell'."
She coughed slightly, and puffed out a small hot spray.
You Wuming almost cracked his chest with a smile.
The bathroom crisis was successfully resolved. Sang Yuanyuan was very tired, put on dry clothes, and after re-dressing the wound for him, he lay on the sapphire bed lazily, not wanting to move again.
In the darkness, she felt You Wuming and did not close her eyes.
He grabbed her by one hand and lay quietly beside her.
From time to time, he seemed to think of something suddenly, and squeezed her heavily, and found that her little hand was still pinched in his palm, he sighed with satisfaction, and continued to squint half asleep.
The beast with wounds never forgets to declare its sovereignty.
Sang is far from knowing when he fell asleep.
All night without incident.
In a daze, she felt her eyes flicker and dim, and from time to time there was a little icy floral fragrance rushing to her face.
The eyelashes are also a little itchy.
She frowned and opened her eyes.
He saw a pair of dark eyes staring at her condescendingly. He put his arms on her side, his robe was lazy, and most of his chest hung above her. That handsome face was dangling in front of her, as if he was Look for the snake from the attack angle.
There is no expression on his face, his dark eyes are bottomless, and he can't see any emotions.
She curled her eyebrows and said softly: "I like you as much today as I did yesterday."
She leaned back and pecked his lips.
He raised his long eyebrows, two dark flames of joy ignited in his eyes, and a smirk that couldn't be suppressed at the corners of his lips, pretending to be indifferent and replied: "Oh. I know."