Compared with such major events as the assassination of the emperor, Huangfujun naturally can only stay behind.
The two strongest masters who had bitten the tightest immediately turned back and swept towards the imperial palace, and the pressure on the shadow guard dropped sharply!
Until then, Sang Yuanyuan breathed a sigh of relief.
The Shadow Guard separated six people, and instead of retreating, they slaughtered Xiang Qiqi head-on.
The rest did not look back.
Everyone knows that when the six people go, they will die without life.
One of them laughed and said, "The last one, remember to collect the corpse!"
The other five responded heartily: "Hey!"
The laughter is tragic.
This is the first time that Sang Yuanyuan has the most intuitive experience of the word'comrade-in-arms'.
She pressed her lips tightly, and held You Wuming's waist with her backhand, trying to support his body as much as possible to save him some energy.
The chaser was successfully blocked, and a group of people bypassed several lanes and met with the responders. Soon someone cleaned up the traces behind them. The ghost was like a fish swimming into the sea, and the crowds disappeared into the sky. Among.
A total of 19 people were dispatched this time, and 8 people were left.
Everyone returned to a secret stronghold in Youzhou in Tiandu, where the environment was ordinary, like an ordinary homestay.
You Wuming fell down as soon as he reached a safe place.
He only had time to say three words to her: "I want to..."
Sang stopped breathing far away.
Last time he promised her that before he proclaimed his mind to heal his wounds, the Prophet would call her.
He fell down before he finished speaking, showing how badly he was hurt.
At this moment, how the Emperor was assassinated, whether Huangfujun was dead or alive, no one cared anymore. Everyone was surrounded by You Wuming, with blue veins bursting out of each of their foreheads, their eye sockets widened, and their hands and feet were held together. You Wuming.
Sang Yuanyuan was suddenly surprised: "General Agu."
"Yes!" A Gu looked at her solemnly.
"Excuse me, you send someone to take an adventure. Han Twelve is with a Ming Clan, and he should be heading to the teahouse at this moment. If possible, snatch or kill that Ming Clan. Don't let them use that Ming Clan. The clan saved Huangfujun's life. Our people cannot die in vain!"
At this moment, Sang Yuanyuan felt that he was a completely ruthless machine. How long has it taken to travel? She can already face orders like this without changing her face.
Everyone shook together.
"Yes!" Agu solemnly ordered two uninjured subordinates, and personally took them out.
You Yingwei moved You Wuming onto the bed.
Sang Yuan used scissors to cut his clothes, exposing his injured chest.
There was a large dent under the clavicle on the right, two bones were broken, and the arrow on the left burst, dripping with blood.
There were several spots on his chest, which were internal injuries that shook when he fought against Huangfujun.
Sang took a few deep breaths and watched the shadow guards continue to break his bones and apply wound medicine.
"The lord's injury is too serious and must be treated as soon as possible." Xiao Wu said worriedly, "I hope that Agu can successfully bring the Ming clan back so that the lord can..."
Sang interrupted him far, "He won't accept it. Don't think about that Ming Clan, think of other ways."
Xiao Wu looked at her in surprise: "Why, why..."
Sang Yuanyuan pursed his lips and shook his head gently.
This is You Wuming's Ni Lin.
He would never answer that he should use a Pluto family to continue his life.
That would drive him completely crazy.
"Then I will catch a few healers and come back." Xiao Wudao.
Sang Yuanyuan hesitated slightly: "The other party knows that we have wounded people, so they will definitely keep an eye on the pharmacy and the healers. You must be careful, safety first, and don't try hard."
"Yes!"
The shadow guards each went to deal with the follow-up matters, and the room suddenly fell silent.
Sang Yuanyuan drove the chaotic thoughts out of his mind, calmed down, and planted sunflowers on Wuming's chest.
His outline is a little fuzzy, and there is obviously a wood spirit escaping outwards on his chest.
Sang Yuanyuan had an illusion that those who escaped were not only the wood spirit, but also his vitality.
Her heart suddenly seemed to be stabbed by a needle.
'Can't let Mu Ling run away like this again. '
She thought to herself, manipulating the two leaves under the sunflower to make them grasp the cyan wood spirit Yun light grains like two hands, and then use the tip of the leaf as a fine needle, like a sweater, to take the caught spirit Yun weaves together.
It actually succeeded.
Sang Yuanyuan felt that he was simply a genius.
She quickly knitted a scarf-like thing, a small cyan strip, and applied it to the wound, like a band-aid, to seal the spiritual accumulation from dissipating.
She continued to weave these bi-colored light bands, one after another bandages wrapped around Wuming's body, and each of his wounds was sealed tightly.
The sun flower disk constantly oozes a thick water halo, and it seeps down along these cyan light bandages, emitting a very moisturizing and full cyan light.
She was doing all this intently. After an unknown period of time, she suddenly felt a little chill in her back.
In the state of samādhi, you can perceive the aura behind you.
Shennian swept behind her, and she suddenly burst into a cold sweat, almost breaking away from her concentration.
In a piece of green light, there was a small and clear outline. With just a glance, Sang Yuan recognized it—the puppet.
It, swaying, slowly, coming towards her.
The horror here is beyond words!
In a daze, the puppet had already crossed the wooden table in the middle of the house.
Sang took a deep breath, opened his eyes, turned around abruptly, and looked behind him.
The wooden windows were shaking slightly, and the room was wide open and there were no foreign objects.
Sang could feel the electric current running through his cheeks far away, and he could perceive the rapid contraction of his pupils.
The wrist was suddenly caught.
There was a sudden joy in her heart-when You Wuming woke up the first two times, she caught her in such a dull silence and frightened her.
She turned around and looked back in surprise, her body turned halfway, and a roar of'buzz' suddenly came from her mind, and the chill climbed up her wrists, sealing her heart with ice.
The hand on her wrist is too small, it's not a big hand at all!
Needless to say what it is.
At this moment, Sang Yuanyuan felt that his heartbeat had stopped.
She turned her head stiffly like a mummy, and saw what was behind her.
It lay on You Wuming's chest, hanging its head, and that string of amber rosary was spread out strangely on You Wuming's body. It stuck out a small cold hand and grabbed her wrist.
weapon? weapon? Is this a weapon? !
Sang Yuanyuan screamed'buzzing' in her mind, and she froze for a moment, and she spoke like a puppet.
"He's injured, his chest can't be pressed." The voice was completely dumb.
Hearing this, the puppet raised his head very slowly.
Sang Yuanyuan was dizzy and his throat seemed to be blocked by a large mass of sawdust. He wanted to make a loud noise, but he could only make a faint sizzle.
The silky black hair slid to the sides along its head.
The puppet's face slowly came out of her black hair.
Sang Yuanyuan felt that she was a little numb from the shock. She stared firmly at the middle of the black hair, without blinking her eyes.
Suddenly saw a face that was extremely aggrieved, with a small mouth.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
In her memory, this child puppet looks beautiful, with a grin at the corner of her mouth, and a very evil smile, which is a typical horror movie doll prop.
But at this moment, its cheeks and cheeks were bulging, and its big eyes drooped down. Although it would not shed tears, anyone who looked at it would know that it had a crying face.
It clenched her wrist, turned awkwardly from You Wuming's chest, and sat next to her, with two small hands flat on her knees, and assumed a posture of visiting the patient with her. Too well-behaved.
Sang Yuanyuan felt that he needed to be quiet.
Who can tell her what this special is? !
She took a few quick breaths, then slowly exhaled in a long breath.
Just as he was about to speak, the puppet's complexion suddenly changed, and the two small hands on his knees suddenly clenched into fists.
Sang Yuanyuan was startled, and subconsciously blocked You Wuming with his body.
Someone knocked on the wooden door softly.
"Agu, please see you."
Sang looked at the puppet beside him subconsciously from a distance. You Wuming said that this puppet is his weapon, and this is a secret that only she knows.
He pressed his eyebrows, pursed his lips, and pressed his hand against the edge of the bed.
In the next instant, this puppet was like a kite being dragged by a silk thread from a distance, and flew straight out of the open window.
Sang Yuanyuan calmed his breath: "General Agu, please come in."
Agu walked into the house. He frowned and walked to the window: "The lord can't stand the wind."
Close the window, Agu walked to the bed, looked at You Wuming, and then arched his hand towards Sang far away, and said: "Daughter Sang, the subordinate is incompetent, that Ming Clan Ning Hongcai was cut off by someone."
Sang Yuanyuan's heart jumped, calmly, and calmly said: "If there is nothing wrong, it will be good if people come back safely. General Agu, you sit down and say, what happened?"
At this time, instead of getting angry and blaming, it is better to straighten out your thinking and see if there is any remedy.
She temporarily left the puppet thing behind.
Hearing what she said, A Gu was taken aback, with shame and gratitude in his eyes at the same time.
He did not go to sit, but continued to stand and say: "The one who intercepted Ning Hongcai was an extremely beautiful woman in red."
He glanced at Sang Yuanyuan hesitantly, and said entangledly: "Under heavy makeup, his appearance is three points similar to that of Sang Wang's daughter."
Sang Yuanyuan was surprised: "..." One is like her, and the other is also like her. Did she have a popular face, or did these people have undergone cosmetic surgery after she was the first beauty
Agu continued, "The woman in red is quite amazing. Han Twelve’s cultivation base is in the fifth layer of the Lingming Realm. Under that woman, she only lasted ten rounds before she was twisted and thrown aside. ."
Sang frowned, "Is it from the imperial palace or Huangfujun?"
Agu shook his head: "It's not like. That woman is very hearty, but a bit like a bully who beats a horse. After capturing Ning Hongcai, she took out the gold ingot and smashed the Han Twelve, and laughed.' Your master is really funny, and the generosity of others is easy! If he is really kind, why not heal Ning Hongcai's child directly? If he knows the reward, he would be willing to pay his life; if he He was a white-eyed wolf, so he took him captive, and also brought a scourge to the world!'"
Sang couldn't help but widen his eyes and said, "He is a strange man!"
A Gu said: "The subordinate wanted to step forward and seize the people. Unexpectedly, when he showed up, he was stopped by a few guards with strength in the five heavens of the Lingming Realm. If a fight starts, the imperial palace will be alarmed, so the subordinate pretends to retreat. , Let Xiao Jiu, who is good at tracking, follow them quietly. After finding out where they are, he hurried back to report."
Sang Yuanyuan pondered slightly.
The powerhouses of the Five Heavens in the Lingming Realm are generals at the personal guard level in any state or country.
This woman is accompanied by a guard, and her own strength is also good. She must be the prince or sister of which state and country.
I thought about it, but I couldn't find such a person in my memory.
He is a hidden stranger!
"Where did she stop?" Sang Yuan asked.
"Luanmeng drunk."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." It's not serious at first.
She hesitated for a moment, then stood up and said, "I'm sorry General Agu is optimistic about King Youzhou, I have to go."
You Wuming was seriously injured, martial law was everywhere in the sky, and he was searching for the assassin. Such hiding is not a long-term solution. The situation will only get worse.
Intuition tells Sang Yuanyuan that this strange woman might be able to bring a turn for the better.
She walked to the side room, re-twisted her hair, dazzled her cheeks with yellow rouge, then changed her clothes, stood in front of the mirror and brewed for a while, her temperament changed suddenly, and she looked like a sad woman. people.
A Gu was struggling and wanted to persuade Sang to stay far away from taking risks.
Seeing her coming out of the side room in a new dress, he couldn't help being dumbfounded, and asked a little hesitantly: "Are you... the Sangwang daughter?"
Sang Yuan nodded: "It seems that there is no problem. General Agu, please be optimistic about King Youzhou. It is best to keep two people in the house at all times."
After all, her expression was constricted, and she instantly turned into a resentful woman who was disappointed by the prodigal son.
Agu: "..." Why do you always feel that the lord will be played to death by his wife in the future
…
Sang Yuanyuan found Luan Mengzui soon.
It is really eye-catching. On the second-story railing stood a row of women dressed in colored gauze, waving their long sleeves towards the merchants coming and going below.
All of these women have good looks, and the gauze on their bodies is very expensive at a glance.
However, they are not the girls in the building, but the little waiters who welcome guests.
It is conceivable that this is a very high-grade selling gold cave.
Sang came far to Luanmengzui's door and was blocked by someone. There are complaining wives who come to find a husband every day, and such a woman will never be put in.
Sang Yuanyuan lowered his eyebrows and said, "I'm not here to make trouble, but to send gold and silver to my husband. He was too eager at the door yesterday and left the money bag at home."
She pulled away the small baggage in her hand and exposed a piece of gold.
Seeing the money, an elderly woman immediately greeted him, took Sang Yuan's arm affectionately, and led her inside.
The woman's face is clearly coated with thick powder, but the makeup is extremely ironed, and she knows that she uses top-quality cosmetics at a glance.
The tone is also very fresh.
She smiled and said, "A little lady like a daughter-in-law, but she can't find her with a lantern! I wonder if your husband is..."
Sang Yuanyuan pursed his lips: "He is a literati. When he comes to you, he should use a pseudonym. After his parents are gone, the husband is in charge of the family property. I am a weak woman and can only rely on him to live. I dare to talk too much."
She looked sad and forbearing, and vividly portrayed a poor woman who was marrying a bad person by mistake and had to look down on her after she was taken away from her family.
The middle-aged firework girl suddenly showed sympathy. Although she has fallen into the dust, people's hearts are always long. Seeing Sang Yuan's appearance is worthless for her and sad for her.
What made her feel even more rare was that in the face of her depraved self, the other party did not show the slightest contempt for her touch, and did not think it was'dirty'.
So the middle-aged woman's expression became more sincere: "Sister, don't be too sad. In the future, I will watch it for you. I will confess to the girl underneath, calmly persuade him, and let him go home and live a good life. Ah! If you don't dislike it, you can call me Fengniang."
Sang was far from being kind, and she shed tears when she said it, "Thank you Fengniang!"
With a soft heart, Feng Niang sighed and led her to the middle of the building.
After taking two steps, I couldn't help but persuade: "In fact, we women, we don't necessarily have to live on men, be cruel to ourselves, and we can always find a way out. Some men are unreliable!"
Sang Yuanyuan'obsessed with not understanding', shook his head sadly.
Fengniang was not good at persuading anymore, she could only sigh quietly.
The two entered the pavilion.
This imperial capital sells the golden cave, it is really extraordinary, the golden pillars and jade columns are decorated with fine cloud silk yarn, the bonsai is made of jade glaze, and the blossoming flowers are charming and exquisite.
On the flooded jade platform, there is a beautiful woman in Fuqin, an iceberg-like beauty, which makes people think that they have entered the palace of elegance by mistake.
Fengniang led Sang Yuanyuan to circle downstairs, but did not find the person she was looking for.
"I'm afraid it's in the box, this is a bit troublesome." Feng Niang pondered slightly, "Sister is willing to change clothes and go in to bring tea?"
Sang Yuan could not ask for it.
Feng Niang looked for a white gauze that showed only a little jade shoulder and asked her to change it. She held a long and thin porcelain pot with a jade plate and sent it from box to box.
"Xu Shi has a good show downstairs. At this moment, the guests should only let the girl accompany them to drink some wine. The younger sister can just go in without worry, and she will come out at a glance. It's okay." Feng Niang calmed her vaguely.
Sang Yuan nodded, pretending to be courageous, knocked on the door and entered the first box.
The scene inside is no stranger.
Wine, wine, meat and meat, men and women, have long been commonplace.
She grabbed her breath and unobtrusively replaced the old teapot on the table.
When he arrived in the fifth box, Sang saw the woman in red he was looking for at a glance.
The woman traced her red eyebrows into her temples, dotted with vermilion rose petals on her eyebrows, and exaggeratedly drawn two upper lip lines on the corners of her lips. She was radiantly bright, and her red dress was tattooed with golden birds with dark lines, which was low-key and luxurious. There is no flattery on her body, and her eyebrows are heroic and prosperous, which has a somewhat neutral beauty.
Just like a fiery red sun, with dazzling light and scorching grace.
Sang Yuan was stunned—Agu’s statement was too conservative, and the woman in red was more than three points similar to her! At least it's like five points. After removing the makeup, I am afraid it will be like seven or eight points!
What's even more strange is that at the first sight of her, Sang Yuan's heart felt a deep sense of déjà vu.
She looked around the room calmly, but did not see Ning Hongcai and the guards.
I saw a pink gauze woman smiling, adding wine to the cup of the woman in red, and groaning: "Why does the female child care about Xiaoyushu's affairs? What's wrong with the slave? I always talk about a dead person. , How unlucky!"
Sang Yuan moved slightly.
She had heard the name Xiaoyushu. When Jiang Jinpeng sneaked into the imperial palace that day and wanted to kill her and blame Jiang Jinzhen, he mentioned that he wanted to avenge Xiao Yushu.
So this woman in red is caring about Xiaoyushu
The woman in red smiled, her voice was as clear as running water, she was indistinguishable from male and female, and her ears were very familiar. She asked: "Does Xiao Yushu really have a lot of friendship with the second son of Jiangzhou King?"
The female actress pursed her red lips and replied: "How can it be, don’t hide from the female son, the two brothers of the Jiang family are full of bad water, and they don’t treat the sisters as human beings. If it’s not really a rush to spend money at home, everyone will Finding excuses to avoid being unwilling to serve them, where's the friendship."
Sang Yuanyuan's heart beat slightly, and he glanced at the woman in red calmly, his eyes filled with hesitation.
"Sure enough," the woman in red stretched out her finger, tapped on the desktop, with an unexpected look, and muttered to herself, "I know that there is another secret to the little girl. Hmph, tell me to find out. , They just wait to die!"
She has very large hands and extremely long fingers.
Sang opened his mouth wide and stared at'her' blankly. She was so familiar with this tone.
No, it should be'him'.
This'woman' is her cheap brother, the prince son of Sangzhou, and Sang Buren! Sang cast his gaze to his throat far away, only to see colored stones hanging on a piece of delicate red gauze, blocking the throat tightly.
Sang Yuanyuan didn't know how to express his feelings at the moment.
She took a few deep breaths to relieve the shock in her heart.
Seeing that Sang was far from leaving, the female actress frowned strangely: "Are you new here? What are you doing here?"
Hearing this, Hongyi Sang Bujin raised her head, and her eyes with Caifengtail tattoos looked towards Sang Yuanyuan, seeing her staring at herself blankly, like seeing an acquaintance and seeing a ghost. Looks like.
He frowned, looked up and down, and the corners of his mouth twitched. This figure... is so familiar!
"You," he patted the pink yarn woman's arm, "get out first."
The voice is stiff.
The pink yarn woman glared at Sang Yuanyuan angrily, twisted her waist and walked out.
These girls actually like to receive wealthy female guests, because they are easy to serve, hurt people, and women who understand women's needs best, they can easily make a lot of money.
It's unhappy for anyone to be cut off at this moment.
As soon as the pink yarn girl left, Sang Bujin immediately put his hands on his face, and his voice came out from his fingers: "...Sister."
Sang Yuanyuan sat down beside him and sighed, "... Brother!"
She felt that her cheap brother seemed to want to die in place.
After a long while, he took his face out of his palm and said with difficulty: "My brother dressed up like this, just to find out about Xiao Yushu."
Sang is far from believable in his evil. Is it inconvenient for men to go to the kiln
He is a big lady!
She nodded thoughtfully, and said, "Brother I understand, I also came here in disguise. I'm still disguised."
Sang Bujin sniffed gratefully and asked, "Why are you here? Are you not with You Wuming? When did you come to Tiandu?! There are assassins on the street today, why are You Wuming? Let you run around alone! Doesn't he worry that you are in danger!"
He was angry as he spoke, and his beautiful eyes hung up high.
It seems that Sang Bujin doesn't know that the so-called assassin is Yuren. Jiang Yanji never disclosed the grievances between Youzhou and the imperial capital.
Sang looked at him pitifully from afar: "Brother, the assassin they are chasing is me."
Sang Bujin: "..."
He glared at her for a while, and said with his lips: "Little girl, you're great."
Sang sighed far away: "Now the whole city is searching for us, You Wuming is injured and has limited mobility-is there any way for my brother to take us out of the city?"
The Sang father and his son had a fight against You, and Sang and You were already tied to the same boat.
"Small things." Sang Buu answered without blinking his eyes.
He dropped a few gold ingots and walked out, holding Sang Yuan's shoulders.
At the door, Feng Niang's eyes straightened: "Sister, younger sister, you, are you not looking for your husband?"
Sang Yuanyuan said in a low voice: "Fengniang, I have figured it out, you are right, what is good about a man, don't let him go!"
After that, he raised his hand and took Sang Bujin's arm.
Feng Niang: "..." No, no, she was persuading the little lady to say that men are unreliable, but she didn't say that she should be replaced by a woman? !
Soon, this miracle spread throughout Luan Mengzui—a woman came to give money to the literati husband, but Pipa didn't hug him and left with a wealthy female son.
In less than a quarter of an hour, a few scholars with disheveled clothes hurried out of the gate and went home to find their wives.
…
The brother and sister turned into a dark alley.
"Did your brother take Ning Hongcai away?" Sang Yuan asked.
Sang Buxue nodded: "It's a coincidence. I ran into Han Twelve on the way here. I was a little suspicious, so I followed them and happened to hear Ning Hongcai saying goodbye to his wife and children. When I listened, I felt dreamless. Worried that the hypocritical behavior is really disgusting, so he took the family of three and prepared to take it back to Sangzhou."
Sang Yuanyuan heaved a sigh of relief: "That's really great, I'm afraid he will fall into the hands of the imperial palace or Huangfujun! But is my brother sure to send them out of Heaven?"
"Don't worry!" Sang Bujin was very proud, "This day, there are elder brothers everywhere, your eldest brother and me, come and go freely!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." No, wait, when I came with King Sangzhou last time, Sang Bujin didn't look like this old fried dough stick at all
She looked at her brother’s bright and beautiful face, and suddenly had a bold idea in her heart—when he established contacts in Tiandu, he did not use the identity of Sang Shizi, but this beautiful female son...
Sure enough, he is a hidden stranger!