You Wuming took Sang Yuan away and headed south.
After traveling for more than a dozen miles, he grinned suddenly.
"Little Sangguo, what did it look like when your father-in-law made a big fuss at the festival?"
Seeing that he was finally willing to say something, Sang Yuanyuan first sighed in relief, and then sighed: "Father's acting... Tsk."
Think about it all spicy eyes.
You Wuming squinted, raised his chin slightly, thought for a while, laughed a few times, thought for a while, laughed again.
the other side.
Sang Bujin was beating his father's shoulders.
It was really embarrassing for this old man, pretending to be decent, with that distressed look, recalling now, Sang Bujin still felt the pain in his temples jumping'suddenly', and in front of the old man, he didn't dare to laugh.
Sang Chengming jumped down to Mingyuan after conspiring to rebel, and there is no evidence against him. No one knows why he did this kind of thing.
Sangzhou has been investigating this matter, but no clue has been found.
The paperwork sent by You Wuming reminded Sangzhou—since the black hand behind the scenes could forge paperwork to frame You Wuming, would Sang Chengming’s rebellion originate from the same forces? When I think about the things that happened before and after, I always feel that the truth is faintly understood.
Since some people want Youzhou and Sangzhou to die, then Sangzhou naturally can't leave Youzhou, a difficult brother!
After getting the document sent by You Wuming, Sang Bujin personally operated the sword and built a fake Wang Ling based on the gourd drawing. It said that Sang Chengming led the army to attack Han Shaoling and You. Lifeless.
The king of Sangzhou and Sang Bujin brought these two documents, and picked out the most lively moments, threw out the evidence in public, shouted that Youzhou was wronged, and disturbed the ceremony of worshipping the heavens.
-Sacrifice, sacrifice, Youzhou is wronged, it's snowing in June! The black hand behind this scene is using the emperor as a swordsman, first wanting to destroy Sangzhou, and then wanting to destroy Youzhou, this is to subvert the cloud realm for thousands of years!
-It is Youzhou who is wronged today, who knows who will be harmed tomorrow? In this way, infighting is provoked, and when the next underworld strikes, who else can die for the human race? The black hand behind the scenes is about destroying the human race and destroying the entire realm!
-Thousands of years of peace, the foundation left by our ancestors, and the civilization passed on from generation to generation, will be destroyed once you see it!
The king of Sangzhou was making such trouble.
Sang Bujin couldn't help but twitched and twitched when recalling the expressions on the faces of the talented female emperor and the special envoys of the state princes.
In this matter, indeed only King Sangzhou came to make trouble.
Back then, Sang Chengming led the army to attack Han Shaoling and You Wuming, who had suppressed demons, and almost killed them. Fortunately, Wang Sangzhou turned the tide and rescued Han and You from danger under the Great Wall. This is a world-known fact.
Everyone knows that King Sangzhou is innocent.
Therefore, as long as Sang Chengming’s rebellion and Youzhou’s rebels intercepting and killing the King of Sangzhou are linked together, the two pieces of evidence can be tied together, and the “iron case” of Youzhou can be overturned immediately. Up.
The intercepted victim personally jumped out to call out grievances for Youzhou, and there was conclusive evidence. The eyes of the people were full, and they couldn't deal with it later, so they could only immediately issue an order to stop the killing.
It's just embarrassing that the old man, for a long time, has to sing this big show in public.
"Laugh if you want to laugh!" King Sangzhou slapped Sang Bujin's forehead, "You kid, it's so bad to hold back your smile, it's even more angry with the old man!"
Although Sang Bujin had a beautiful female face, Sang Chengyin had never felt sorry for him because of his beauty and loveliness.
Sang Chengyin himself was beaten by the old Sang King from childhood to adulthood. After giving birth to a son, he was also beaten for three meals. Shengsheng beat Sang Bujin, a porcelain doll made of powdered jade, into a hard-skinned man. .
Sang Bu was slapped in the forehead, and his porcelain-white skin didn't even mean redness.
He smiled happily and said: "Father, why am I laughing at you, I was just thinking, for helping You Wuming so much, he should always agree to let the little girl go?"
Mentioning this, Sang Chengyin's face suddenly became ugly: "Zhuzi! If I dare to touch my girl's finger, I will look back and don't castrate him!"
Sang Bujin thoughtfully: "In fact, when you think about it carefully, You Wuming is not a pioneer in the killing of his father. This man is cruel and cruel, and he is a hero. Looking at his usual behavior, he is actually not useless. ."
He spoke vigorously, but he didn't realize that his old man's eyes were getting more and more dangerous.
"uh-huh?"
"If you don't say anything else, it has always been less than female," Sang Bujin groaned, "This is better than Han Shaoling."
Sang Chengyin smiled: "If you are not close to female sex and Shi's father, Jin Er really appreciates You Wuming, huh?"
Sang Bujin also did not marry, saying that he did not find the person he likes.
"Ah, it's okay," Sang Bujin didn't realize that he had fallen into a pit, and said casually, "If the little girl really likes him... ah, ah, ah, daddy, what do you do with me!"
"Father-killing, father-killing! I told you to kill your father! Ha! Little bunny, the hair is all grown, huh?!"
Sang Bujin was kicked into a beautiful ball.
"Daddy spared the baby!"
…
You Wuming took Sang Yuanyuan all the way south, and soon reached the junction of Youzhou and Tiandu.
He stayed in a city for an hour, dispatched the shadow guards in batches, then changed clothes and changed appearances, dressed as a team of merchants who transported Youzhou specialty water spirit mushrooms to the Tiandu for trading, and went very low-key towards Tiandu. go.
This water spirit mushroom is actually a kind of moss. After the rain, it will grow in the dark blue stone crevices. They naturally contain a lot of water spirit and are popular with those with strong water attributes.
Only these high-quality goods are eligible to appear in Tiandu Fair.
There were less than twenty shadow guards accompanying him.
Sang Yuan found that ever since they acted as merchants' entourages, they no longer looked like monkeys or warriors anymore.
"What are we going to do?" Sang Yuanyuan had some incomprehensible thoughts.
He has not healed from a serious injury. Going to Tiandu at this moment
"Well," You Wuming Yirong became a sick businessman, speaking weakly, "Go kill Huangfujun."
What he said was very cruel.
"You didn't even bring a knife."
When you enter the capital in disguise, you will naturally not be able to carry weapons.
You Wuming smiled triumphantly: "Little Sangguo, I'm not the only one who is good at knives."
Sang Yuanyuan thought to himself, it was really crazy and crazy.
For the Fayou Festival, Huangfujun did not send a special envoy, but went to Tiandu in person. Huangfu Prefecture is located in the easternmost part of Yunjing, and is separated from the heavenly capital by Xiaojiangzhou and Yunzhou, which are thousands of miles away.
To kill Huangfujun, this way is indeed the best time to start. It's just that You Wuming's situation at the moment doesn't look like it can kill a strong man like Huangfujun.
She began to understand a little bit why he died young.
He didn't have the patience to heal his wounds. As long as he didn't fall down, he would always squeeze his body. If this continues, there is no need for anyone to kill him, and he himself won't live for a few years.
Sang Yuanyuan sighed softly.
If you want to heal your wounds, you have to face the wounds. Sometimes, you have to tear them open, remove the bad meat, and regain new life after the most severe pain.
The wound on the heart is the same.
…
Merchants don't ride a cloud beast on the road, they have to take a car.
Short-lived very aggrievedly and walked with the four-headed Yunjian beast. These beasts, who were very dull and unwise, wanted to reject it, the newcomer. After being cleaned up by it, they walked in front of it honestly.
It is like a shepherd dog, with a long grass whip between its teeth, walking behind them, and shitting their ass from time to time to prohibit them from being lazy.
You Wuming leaned close to Sang Yuanyuan's ear and whispered: "Do you also think that short-lived it has become refined?"
"Um..." Sang Yuan said, "I probably stayed with you for a long time."
You Wuming rolled the pair of dark eyeballs twice, but still couldn't tell if Sang Yuanyuan was complimenting him.
"You Wuming." She suddenly looked aggrieved, calling him pitifully.
He was startled, his pupils narrowed slightly, staring at her: "Huh?"
"Are you not caring about your body at all?" she asked.
His pupils shrank tighter, but there was a cynical smile on his face: "Why, is Xiao Sangguo worried that I can't satisfy you? Hehe, what do you want, when you will only beg for mercy, you know? "
She lowered her head and snapped a big teardrop: "You hurt so badly... I'm used to liking you every day, I don't dare to think, if one day I face no one..."
He screwed his head to the other side very slowly, very slowly.
She gently tugged his clothes, her eyes fell on his shoulders, and saw that his shoulders undulate slightly larger than usual.
Breathing is also much heavier.
She has successfully aroused his empathy.
She is not the only person who is used to kissing and saying likes every day.
He will get used to it. Once you get used to it and lose it again, you won't get used to it and you won't be able to accept it.
"That kind of thing won't happen, Little Sangguo." His voice floated faintly, "When I die, I won't leave you behind."
She leaned her face on his back and gently wrapped her arms around him.
"good."
She thought secretly in her heart, from'to die with you' to'to live with you for a long time', I'm afraid there is still a long way to go.
However, she has never been afraid of difficult challenges.
He suddenly struck, grabbed her by the arm, turned around, and pulled her off his back.
"Little Sangguo!" He grabbed her by the shoulders, stared and complained, "You got my clothes wet!"
He raised his thumb, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then asked with a twitch of the corners of his mouth: "You didn't wipe my nose, did you?"
Sang Yuan wanted to blow his two bubbles.
"Then you promise me to cherish myself a little bit. Or I will wipe you all next time." She raised her face and bargained with him.
When she said the first half of the sentence, he subconsciously wanted to turn his head to escape. After hearing the second half of the sentence, he couldn't help but hung his head and laughed.
After laughing for a while, he looked up perfunctorily and said to her: "Good, good."
The eyes are shining. Looks like she can't do anything about it.
Sang Yuanyuan didn't want to push him too hard, this hedgehog was too sensitive, and he would curl up tightly if there was a slight movement.
"Then let's practice together." She smiled and groaned.
You Wuming sneered: "Little Sangguo, you just want to take advantage of me!"
"Yeah," she stared at him, "Is King Youzhou so stingy
"Ceng Ceng Ceng!" He said impatiently, turning his head, hiding the smile of his lips.
He threw his boots, folded his knees, and instantly settled.
Such a master is indeed different.
If Sang wants to enter concentration, he has to adjust his breathing first, calm his mind, and prepare for most of the day. Sometimes it's like sleeping insomnia at night, and can't settle for a long time after tossing for a long time. It's uncomfortable, who knows who has tried it.
Look at others again!
After You Wuming entered concentration, the air began to be filled with a faint woody fragrance.
Sang Yuanyuan felt that if this man had been cultivating next to her, as long as she slept next to him, her cultivation level would surely rise.
The wood spirit is too rich.
Sure enough, the girls who find a boyfriend in their own department are smart people.
Sang Yuan sat in the dense wood spirit and settled down.
She was surprised to find that after accidentally planting sunflowers for You Wuming last time, her cultivation base was not depleted, on the contrary, there was a faint sign of advancement!
The pink-green in the texture began to glow with emerald meaning, as if the white mist over it was gradually dissipating, but it was not stable for the time being, and the white mist would re-cage back to completely cover up the emerald intent. .
The faint soulless whirlpool covered her.
This practice is far more than just getting twice the result with half the effort.
She was like paddling a small boat in the turbulent current, being encumbered and rushing forward, the smooth wind and water were no longer enough to describe the situation at the moment. To put it bluntly, it was like being swept by a tornado to the other side of victory.
Soon, the white mist dissipated, and Sang Yuanyuan's spirit was shaken, and he entered the Fourth Heaven of the Spiritual Hidden Realm. Her mind moved slightly, and immediately a palm-sized sunflower bloomed on You Wuming's chest.
When the Sunflower was called for the first time that night, it only had a finger length.
It seems that after her cultivation level is improved, this supernatural ability will also be promoted.
She was happy for a while, and then continued to seize the time to absorb spiritual accumulation.
While continuing to practice, he threw a dozen sunflowers on You Wuming's chest, and planted his breasts close to each other.
I saw the cyan light clusters constantly oozing from the flower discs, rich and moisturized, plopping into his chest, and it felt super nourishing when I looked at it.
What made Sang even more surprised was that they were actually like real sunflowers, following the sun above their heads, slowly turning their flower discs.
When it comes to the west, it doesn't move anymore.
So Sang knew from afar that it was night.
Sunflower's head has been so facing the west.
After a long time, she couldn't help but think secretly, when the sun rises in the east, will this group of sunflowers suddenly turn their heads back suddenly? !
With this thought, she couldn't help but laughed loudly, and the state of meditation was broken, and when she opened her eyes, she saw the faint face of Wuming.
He changed his face and no longer had a perfect face, but that temperament and aura suddenly grabbed her mind.
She couldn't help but glanced at him more.
She has always understood that a truly confident person will have a charm that is beyond ordinary people.
And You Wuming, in his temperament, there is an unreserved, ready to die with the whole world, like the fireworks and bubbles that are blooming to the extreme and will burst in front of them, making people Feel sorry and distressed.
"You Wuming, you look so good."
She muttered to herself softly.
He suddenly opened his eyes.
"Little Sangguo," he asked, "you are seduce me, aren't you?"
He stretched out his arm and drew her towards him.
Muttered in his mouth: "I don't even look at what the disguise has become, such an ugly face, is it useful to seduce me."
He was disgusted, but his body consciously opened his arms to her.
Sang Yuanyuan was about to lie down on his chest when he saw a ray of sky light coming in from behind.
She moved for a while, and the corners of her mouth twitched several times.
She thought of the sunflower planted on his chest. At this moment, should they all turn their heads back and face her with a flower disc
It’s hard to say...
Seeing her froze in place, You Wuming immediately raised her eyes: "Little Sangguo! Could it be that you are despising me?!"
He also changed his face, and he was not good-looking.
He complained angrily: "Are you such a superficial person!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "... Yeah, I just covet your beauty, so what?"
Hearing this, You Wuming hooked his head, shaking his whole body with a smile.
After a while, he raised his head, nodded his forehead, and said, "Very good. At least you like me, not anyone else."
She was determined to look at him, smiled suddenly, and said softly: "But it is you who is hidden in the body that makes me feel bad. Even if you change your face, I can recognize you at a glance."
That powerful, fragile and sensitive lone soul.
You Wuming's body shook.
She has gently leaned on his chest, her soft body, with a drowsy body temperature.
He looked down very slowly and landed on her black hair and the back of her neck.
He has an ominous premonition that if this woman is not killed decisively at this moment, she will definitely bring him an unpredictable subversion. She will make his whole, safe world torn apart. She will drag him into the abyss that will never be restored.
His hands and body were shaking.
The Adam's apple rolls up and down.
"Sang Yuan..." he muttered, "You'd better stay away from me."
This was the first time he called her by name.
His pupils tightened, staring at her from top to bottom.
"You, now, immediately, go. Otherwise, I don't know what to do to you." Blue veins burst out of his forehead, and the disguise could not be covered.
She poked her head out of his arms.
No fear at all, still smiling.
The tenderness in her eyes enveloped him like water, and she said: "Then I will walk around with the short life, it must be boring too."
After all, before he could react, he pushed the car door and jumped onto the short-lived back.
"Short-lived, let's go play!"
Short-lived has long been suffocated.
It flew out like an arrow, and in the blink of an eye it carried Sang far away on the horizon.
You Wuming stared at the two disappearing figures, and for a long while, suddenly raised five fingers feebly, covering his face.
…
"Short-lived," Sang said, lowering his body far away, putting his arms around the big short-lived hairy neck, and leaning against its pointed ears, "Your master, it's really difficult!"
"He is sick!"
She complained loudly.
Short-lived deeply agrees.
"Do you think I can cure him? I feel hung!"
The wind blew past his ears, and Sang felt a little floating in this empty Gobi.
"You said you and I met such a hapless child! It's distressing to be born with such a guy-short-lived, you run so fast, if you want to run, no one can catch up with you, but you Willing to follow him, isn't it? What is good about him!"
She suddenly remembered something.
In the book, You Wuming slashed the tail of the mount before dying and let it roll.
It didn't roll, but rushed to the seriously injured Empress Jun to kill her, but Huangfujun was beaten into a sea of flames.
"Short-lived..." she burst into tears suddenly and happily.
While crying, shouting: "Don't die. Don't die! We are all alive, okay? Don't die, You Wuming don't die, I won't die, let's live together! Live! Live together! OK!"
He stopped short, raised his head high, and opened his mouth.
"Ouuuuu-"
It howled half-wolf but not wolf.
Yun Jian Beast steadily turned her down from her back, turned her head, arched her face with the softest white hair on its forehead, and wiped off her muffled nose and tears.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
After wiping it, it seemed to have suddenly realized something, and a pair of black eyeballs stared at her nose without blinking, and the expression gradually turned into disgusting disgust.
Sang Yuanyuan: "You Wuming is right, you are really good at short-lived!"
After strolling for a while, everyone returned to the convoy one by one.
You Wuming has adjusted, he opened the curtain, and sat lazily by the window with his forehead waiting for her to return.
"Do you think you can abduct my short-lived little Sangguo?" He looked arrogant, "Don't even think about it! No matter where it goes, it will come back!"
"Well," she rode on her short-lived back, and smiled at him with her face upright. "The same is true for me. No matter where I go, I will definitely come back and come back to you."
You Wuming was taken aback for a moment and closed the curtain abruptly.
Sang Yuanyuan thoughtfully left him some time just to be quiet.
By the time she climbed into the car with her hands and feet, the man had returned to his sluggish appearance. He lazily carried a bronze pot with two fingers and poured green tea into the small sapphire cup.
He moved his eyelids, glanced at her, and said, "Know what this is?"
Without waiting for her to answer, he chuckled and continued, "The juice of the water spirit mushroom, the stewed wood spirit and solid jade crystal."
Shui Ling Gu Sang knew from afar that it was the treasure he had transported to Tiandu to'sell', a good product with rich water spirit essence. She also knew that on the night of the assassination of Mu Ling Gu Yujing, she had heard Sang Bujin tell Sang Chengyin that she would snatch it from Fengzhou Wang Feng Bailuan for her use.
It must be a baby too.
You Wuming just stew tea like this
Prodigal!
"Are there water spirits and wood spirits in it?" She sat beside him.
You Wuming glanced at her like a fool: "How can there be any spiritual accumulation after the stew is in soup? What you drink is the taste, understand?"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
Prodigal x2!
She sighed, and took a sip from his cup.
Sure enough, the taste is great!
It's a bit like honey jelly, but it's more refreshing and pleasant.
"Did you forget something today?" You Wuming asked in a chilly voice.
When the sun rose, he drove her out.
There was no time to say that sentence.
While drinking tea, she smiled at him: "I like you as much as yesterday!"
He has a faint expression and carelessly: "Huh? Why haven't there been many in these days."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
Who said it's not rare? who is it? Who!