Han Shaoling came in a hurry, only put on a black robe, his chest was half open, and he could see that he hadn't worn anything underneath.
This black outer robe was luxurious and heavy, and fell on her cloud bed and blanket, and immediately sank heavily.
His breath is overwhelming like a mountain, and the man with expensive incense is very aggressive.
"Don't touch me." Sang dodged far back, avoiding Han Shaoling's long arms.
He smiled again, his starry eyes slightly bent, and the corner of his lips twitched: "Madam is too shy."
Calling her wife is to imply that she fulfills her duty as a wife.
Sang Yuan’s voice was soft, but his tone was very firm: "Didn’t you have found someone else to replace me? Replace the Sangzhou prince with a country wild woman? A joke! You want me to live with such a shame and shame? I promised, and Sangzhou Wanwan's elders would not agree!"
A man in the eighteen states of the cloud can marry three wives, one official and two mates. In such a social environment, it is a joke to talk about a single infatuation with a man.
So Sang can only use his identity as an argument.
Han Shaoling's expression darkened for a moment.
He doesn't remember how many years he has not been disobedient. Immediately, thinking of the stunning beauty in front of me was eating, I couldn't help feeling even more contented.
Although Meng Wuyou looks exactly like her, she is a lot worse after all, like fish eyes and beads. Sang's soil and water are very good. Sang is far from being raised in the clouds. There is only one in the whole world.
"You Yingyue told you?" There was grief and nostalgia in Han Shaoling's eyes at the right time. "I just missed you too much. Seeing that woman looks so much like you, I lost control after drinking... See you off in this life."
Sang Yuan dropped his eyes to hide the sarcasm in his eyes.
It's weird if it was sent away.
She thought for a moment, and said faintly to him: "Yes. I will give you a month to deal with this matter. If after January, I can't hear any rumors, then I will forgive you and do it with you. Real couple."
Han Shaoling frowned slightly, puzzled: "It doesn't take a month. I can now..."
Sang interrupted him far, with a smile on his lips: "My body needs time to recover."
Han Shaoling explained: "Sang'er, I am not an anxious person, and I didn't want to do anything to you today. I will arrange this. After I wake up tomorrow, I promise that nothing will bother you again."
"Yeah," Sang said, holding the broken hair hanging down to his forehead behind his ears, "I believe you will never be disconnected from others."
"Nature." There was a smirk in Han Shaoling's eyes.
"If you don't believe me," Sang Yuanyuan said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "then I will go back to Sangzhou, and you... will never see you again in this life."
Han Shaoling laughed loudly: "My husband keeps his promise! Sang'er, you are mine, and you are mine for the rest of your life."
He fixedly looked at the stunning beauty in front of him, and his steadfast eyes couldn't help but soften and soften.
The throat was dry, and his breathing became heavy.
The woman in front of him was like a group of cool, soft clouds. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to hold such a cloud in his arms. Will it melt and disperse, leaving only his hands empty
He still remembered that on the day of his wedding, an old guard who had followed him for several years suddenly rebelled and stabbed him. At the moment he lost his senses, it was her who leaped in front of him like a flaming moth. He blocked the knife.
He should have guarded her when she was in a coma.
But that woman... Damn it! How could that woman named Meng Wuyou look so similar to her!
He didn't regret at all that he was lucky enough to be a wild woman, but when he thought of waiting for another month, he felt a little unworthy in his heart.
Although that woman tastes very beautiful, but this one in front of her is even more of a stunner in the world. More importantly, her identity will bring him countless benefits.
He vaguely felt that she had changed a little.
Sangzhou is a very interesting place. The men are extremely sturdy and the women are extremely feminine, which explains exactly what yin and yang are. As the prince and daughter of Sangzhou, Sang Yuanyuan, gentle and elegant, with good demeanor and peerless appearance, is the most suitable candidate to be a regular wife.
Such a woman should be like water, inclusive of everything.
Now, there are actually some small edges and corners.
This change is extremely cute.
Sang saw him staring at him in a daze, coughing lightly, and said sternly, "There is another thing."
"Please speak." Han Shaoling's voice became softer unconsciously.
"Don't you believe You Yingyue really clicked the end?"
Han Shaoling looked down: "I know the matter in my heart. That grey dress, I won't let her live through tonight. Peace of mind, no one can hurt you half a minute."
"I can't believe it." Sang Yuanyuan said bluntly, "You Yingyue has been in the harem for five years. The people here are her confidantes, I am afraid you only know something in your heart. I don't worry. I want Sangzhou. People go into the palace to protect me."
Although being struck by lightning into the world of fantasy cultivation, Sang Yuan is very self-aware. She knows that with her current situation, she wants to rely on cultivation to protect her life and counterattack is completely idiotic. What she needs most now is manpower.
Han Shaoling hesitated slightly.
Sang Yuanyuan said, "You Yingyue can bring people from Youzhou into the palace, can't I?"
Han Shaoling was speechless and could only nod his head.
The living environment of the eighteen states in the cloud is extremely extreme. Every day, a large number of warriors will die in battle. In the long run, the ratio of men and women will be severely imbalanced, creating a situation of inferiority between men and women.
The female emperor was in power for ten years, only to reverse the world's view of her alone, and put her out of the list of'women'. The other women are still in low status.
When a woman is married, it is the wealth and fertility tool of the husband’s family. It is also the same as the prince’s daughter. When married, she is the husband, and the glory of life and death is tied to the husband. The original body and the personal maid only brought two, let alone anything. Guard.
Fortunately, with the example of You Yingyue in front of him, Sang Yuan's request would not appear so abrupt.
Han Shaoling thought for a moment, and said, "Before the people sent by your father enter the palace, I will let Han Twelve and Han Thirteen stay to protect you."
The guards who were given the royal surname were the dead among the dead and the elite among the elite. The higher the ranking, the higher the cultivation base and the more reused by the lord. Twelve and thirteen are to be called "generals" outside.
As soon as the words fell, two men in black with afterimages swept in from outside the hall and stood behind Han Shaoling.
Han Shaoling watched Sang far away for a while, and said gently: "I'll take care of some official duties and come to see you tomorrow morning. Sang'er, rest assured, I will protect you for a lifetime."
At the time of the wedding, Han Wu's betrayal was like a thorn, deeply pierced in Han Shaoling's heart for more than a month. Today, You Yingyue took out the antidote, already showing his feet, Han Shaoling must be anxious to investigate this matter thoroughly.
Sang Yuanyuan lay down slowly and closed his eyes.
She was really tired, and after achieving her goal, she didn't have much energy to socialize with Han Shaoling.
The two guards awakened the maid in the hall. The girls were terrified and did not dare to ask more. They quickly cleaned up the things that had been soiled by You Yingyue, and wiped their backs far away for Sang and replaced them with one. Dry new clothes.
She remained motionless and allowed them to fall apart, silently planning the future in her heart. First of all, how can I convince the biological father of King Sangzhou and make him agree to send a few good players to the palace of King Hanzhou
This thing is actually quite apostate.
Huiyi is a woman with a deep relationship with You Yingyue, plus the incident five years ago... Han Shaoling made an exception to allow her to bring this strong man in the spiritual world into the palace.
Sang thought for a long time, not knowing when he fell asleep.
I slept until noon this night.
When I woke up, I found that Han Shaoling was sitting on the edge of the cloud bed, looking at her with a smile.
"Sang'er. Early."
He motioned to the maid who was standing by to come and wait for her.
The soft and boneless people were carefully picked up, washed and groomed.
Sitting on the dressing table and looking in the mirror, Sang almost passed away.
This is not a mortal, but a fairy!
She has played a lot of beauties. When she has heavy makeup and graceful face, she also mistakenly thought that she was all over the country. Until now, she realized that the real beauties don't need to be played at all.
Han Shaoling's tall and handsome figure also appeared in the mirror and smiled at her: "Don't be sad, Sang'er, you will grow up well, and you will be able to recover in a few days."
Listening to this, can it be more beautiful
Sang Yuanyuan let out a long breath slowly.
After spending lunch with her, Han Shaoling hurriedly left back to the Yundian Temple and continued to handle official duties.
He is not the kind of idle boss who has a lot of time in love. He was very busy. Sang stood by the huge carved wooden window and looked out, as if he could see the gunpowder smoke from the west.
After watching for a while, Sang Yuan sent the maid away, sat on the cloud bed alone, and took out the jade slip from the makeup box.
Stacks thickly.
She picked up one, and as soon as she squeezed it off, she heard a rough and heroic voice rushing out, and the earth shook like a mountain and echoed in the hall.
"Girlfriend?!"
"Ah." Sang replied far weakly.
There was a strange sound of a drake being pinched.
"Mrs. Husband, husband! The girl is awake! The girl is awake!"
The mountain was shaking again.
Soon, the jade slips were intertwined with Fauvist bass, soprano soprano, and baritone like running water.
The symphony started, and then the jade slip was broken.
Sang held his forehead far away and changed one.
This time, the opposite was about to discuss, and the soprano spoke first: "My son is so far away... Your father cursed you every day, saying that you can't wake up, my mother is making peace with him these few days..."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
"I've said it a long time ago. What's the name is not good, but I want to call it far away. If you marry so far away, if something happens, your father and mother can't be with you... Uuuu... I used your father's Wang Yin to give it to Han. The bastard of the king of the state has sent letters several times, but he just practiced Tai Chi, but he didn't promise to send you back..."
Sure enough, all mothers in the world are the same.
"Mother, the little girl must tell us something important." A clear male voice came out, "Little girl, change a jade slip, don't be crying by Nyonya."
"Yes, my son is right." The bass said with a guilty voice.
Sang Yuanyuan suddenly felt that his request was very interesting.
Yu Jian connected again, and Sang was far off to the point: "Father, mother, elder brother, my body is no longer serious, don't worry. It seems that assassins have been in the palace recently, can you send a few people over to protect me... um, two One is fine, if it is inconvenient, one is fine."
"Oh, my dear, you finally figured it out! Good, good! Father, let's make arrangements!" The rough man agreed without thinking.
The big rock hanging in Sang Yuanyuan's heart fell to the ground with a thump.
Unexpectedly, King Sangzhou was quite open-minded.
Sang Yuanyuan continued to live a decadent life of dressing to stretch out his hands for food to open his mouth. Everything that can be delivered to her is the best consecration in the entire Hanzhou area.
Han Shaoling was very kind to her, and would take time to speak with her every day, behave in a respectful manner, and meticulously fulfill the January contract.
About two or three days later, I saw Han Shaoling walking into the hall with a weird expression, the muscles of the corners of his eyes twitched lightly, and said: "The person sent by your father is here."
Sang Yuanyuan was overjoyed: "Let me see!"
Han Shaoling waved his hand tangledly, and saw two rows of iron tower-like black men rushing into the hall in stride, shaking the top of the beam to rustle with gold powder.
A rough count, there are forty or fifty!
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
Leading the voice, Ruo Hongzhong: "Sang Da, rate Sang Er Sang San... Sang Forty-eight, I am ordered to protect the queen!"
This is to send the closest guard! Sang Yuanyuan's heart was full of complicated emotions.
The maid in the temple shivered with fright-these savages looked so terrible, their fists were as big as their heads.
The one with the most ugly face is Han Shaoling.
He originally thought that even if he should have done so, Sang should have a good sense of measure and would not make a fuss too much. Who knows that the king of Sangzhou sent so many people!
This group of people traveled thousands of miles in wind and fire, and rushed over vigorously. It is said that nearly a thousand of the best Yunjian beasts have been killed—but they can stand it!
Moreover, she was clearly married to Hanzhou, why did they call her the "Wang Nu"? Does this mean that she does not recognize him as the lord? !
Han Shaoling frowned and was about to attack. Suddenly an urgent letter came to report, saying that the king of Youzhou took the emperor's order and led his army across the border, and he would arrive in Handu City in the evening.
"You Wuming?!" Han Shaoling's pupils shrank suddenly, and his knuckles were unconsciously clenched to become pale.