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

Chapter 37: You are jealous

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You Wuming raised the knife and stepped forward.

Sang Bujin took the opportunity to take his sister plush bear in his arms.

In the wind and snow, the bright and phoenix-like beauty hugged the shivering little white bear, like a pair of sister flowers blooming under the snow valley.

"Dare you watch?" Sang Bujin asked.

"certainly!"

She is a female warrior who has been rolling in the waves of the underworld, not a little white flower in a greenhouse.

I took a few steps and found that something was wrong.

Huangfujun suffered several stabs in the teahouse and clearly injured his internal organs. Such a severely injured patient would undoubtedly die if he fell off the cliff. How could he still struggle to get up

There must be something strange!

"Beware of fraud!" She closed her horn and shouted at You Wuming's back.

Her high fever has not gone away, and her voice is hoarse.

You Wuming's footsteps paused slightly, and his head nodded in a very small arc, and then the tip of the blade exploded with spiritual accumulation, and his figure swept away the snow, arousing a snow mist of height.

Sang Bujin snorted disdainfully: "What's the excitement."

Now he looked at You Wuming even more not pleasing to his eyes. This guy clearly wants to behave in front of the little girl.

Sang Bujin was unwilling to show weakness, and with a point toe, a snow mist of five feet and five feet was raised behind him, like a fire phoenix, flying towards the broken sedan chair not far away.

"You Wuming will definitely underestimate the enemy, little sister, I will help him!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

She shook her two chubby and furry arms and jumped hard to the battlefield.

I saw the Wuming Lingyun Light Blade slashed heavily on the sedan chair.

The purple shirt man's hair was loose, and he rolled aside in embarrassment, avoiding the blade. There was a trace of blood stains in the snow.

-It is a miracle to fall straight down from a hundred meters above, and to be able to save his life, no matter how strong the body is, it must be seriously injured. Can a person who is already seriously injured can jump and move

Sang couldn't help narrowing his eyes far.

Can you recover to this point in just a few days? Either Huangfujun has taken the Ming clan to continue his life, or...

I saw the purple shirt man staggering towards the jade slip that had fallen into the distance.

"Don't let him report!" Sang shouted far away.

Sang Bulu flew over, raised his foot, and kicked the jade slip that had been inserted diagonally in the snow several tens of meters away.

The Wuming's figure leaped high in the snow, like a white murderous god, fell on the side of the purple-shirted man, the sword raised and slashed again.

This time, the purple-shirted man was unavoidable, and could only raise his arms and exploded a burst of earth-yellow spiritual accumulation, which could withstand the next blow.

A mouthful of blood spurted from the sky, and his hair was swept back by the knife wind, revealing a young face.

Not Huangfujun!

Sang Yuanyuan sighed softly, feeling disappointed in his heart, as if it were reasonable.

She looked at You Wuming anxiously.

You Wuming was smiling, sincerely smiling. He curled his lips and said every word: "Supervisor."

Governor? Sang frowned.

Those who held the false king order to intercept and kill the father and son of King Sangzhou, didn't they just follow the order of the'supervisor'? The person in front of him who pretended to be Huangfujun is actually the governor? ! It must be a big shot.

It seems that the incident of'Huangfujun's return to Dongzhou' was a trap from beginning to end, and the purpose was to lure You Wu's life into danger and intercept and kill'Huangfujun'. When You Wuming tries his best to kill the sedan chair, the one who greets him will be a counterfeit who is full of strength and waits for the rabbit.

When the time comes, you will suffer a big loss if you attack inside and outside.

It's a pity that they never expected that someone would think of such a civet cat for the prince, and silently cross the sea, exchange this counterfeit from the eyelids of a group of experts, and fell a lot of meat and vegetables.

"You Wuming." The purple-shirted young man vomited blood, slowly crawling backwards, and said, "This time, I will admit it, but you can't kill me!"

"Oh?" You Wuming raised the corners of his lips, holding a knife in one hand, and approaching casually, "You can tell, why can't you kill you, Huangfudu."

Huangfu crossing? Upon hearing this name, Sang Yuan immediately thought of this person.

With the power of a family, Huangfu fought the entire eastern front, including the three states of Jin, Tu, and Huangfu. Among them, the person in charge of the Great Wall in Jinzhou is Huangfujun's adopted son, Huangfudu.

This righteous son was adopted from a distant clan, and was brought by Huangfujun since childhood and cultivated with all his strength.

Huangfujun has not yet married his wife, and the throne of the Dongzhou prince is still reserved for his future son. Therefore, he did not ask for the feudal son for Huangfudu, but let him lead the post of the great warlord. He is quite powerful and famous in the army. .

Sang Yuanyuan’s impression of this name is because Huangfudu once helped Meng Wuyou in the book to do a difficult thing to say—after You Wuming’s death, You Yingyue was completely overthrown and lost her life. Han Shaoling was empty in his arms, and he fell in love with a witch woman. Seeing that the unjust girl was crying all day long, Huangfudu personally took action, seduced the witch woman, and gave Han Shaoling a big green hat with an upright top.

After the fact that the witch died and begged Bailai to follow Huangfu, Han Shaoling finally saw the faces of these women and woke up, knowing that the only world in the world was to treat him sincerely.

Sang Yuanyuan remembered this righteous brother who would sell his body to solve his love rivals for the righteous sister at that time.

Huangfu crossing.

I didn't expect to meet a real person so soon.

She retracted her thoughts and looked at this person.

Huangfudu was born very beautifully, and his outline was very similar to Huangfujun. The difference was that his eyebrows, eyes and lips were strong, not like Huangfujun's faintness. Quite gorgeous facial features are embedded in the skin as fair as Huangfujun, and a round cinnabar is dotted between the eyebrows, which shows a strange color.

He was vomiting blood at this moment, obviously hurt.

Huangfudu knew that You Wuming was a crisp lunatic, and in order to save his life, he directly threw out a top secret—

"You Wuming, you can't kill me! I am the biological son of Dongzhou King and Emperor!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone present was dumbfounded.

Huangfudu is... Huangfujun and Jiang Yanji's... biological son? !

Sang Yuanyuan's heart jumped and looked at You Wuming worriedly.

Just now, the aura was flying, just like the faint life of the killing god, suddenly all the aura was gathered at this moment, and the whole person seemed to be melted in the ice and snow, and there was only a shadow left.

"Really." He said lightly.

"I don't have to lie to you." Huangfu Du raised his face, rubbed the snow with his fingers, wiped the cinnabar from the center of his forehead, revealing a small red birthmark like a plum blossom, "This is the evidence!"

Everyone knows that the female emperor Jiang Yanji has a plum blossom mark on her forehead, and she usually decorates it with gold tinsel.

There is the mark of Jiang Yanji, and the profile and skin are almost the same as Huangfujun. Thinking about the relationship between Huangfujun and the female emperor, the authenticity of this matter is beyond doubt.

At this moment, You Wuming seemed to have become a blizzard between heaven and earth.

Huangfu crossed the road: "This time, my father was seriously injured. My mother asked me to pretend to be my father and lead the snake out of the cave. In fact, it was to cover my father. My father had detoured from Jiangzhou, via Zhaozhou, and returned to Dongzhou a long way. You are dead, you are already. I can't kill my father, so it's time to consider my own future."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone's expressions couldn't help but become more solemn. To kill Huangfujun, all you need is a quick, accurate and ruthless one. If you lose your hand, you really have to consider the aftermath.

"How old are you." You Wuming asked a question that made everyone confused.

Huangfu Du was startled: "Twenty-four. What?"

You Wuming chuckled: "Very good. Very good."

Sang Yuan felt distressed for a while. You Wuming is twenty-five this year, and Huangfudu is twenty-four. This means that as soon as Jiang Yanji gave birth to You Wuming, he abandoned the father and son, quietly fell into the arms of Huangfujun, and gave birth to a son for him.

From this perspective, from the very beginning, Jiang Yanji was probably just purely interested in using Mr. Ming!

Seeing You Wuming's expression in a daze, Huangfu Du hurriedly said: "You can use me to threaten them and get the benefits you want. You Wuming, you have ambitions and talents, you are a smart person, naturally knowing, keep it. My life will benefit you thousands of times."

In Huangfudu’s eyes, there seemed to be stars spinning. He raised his hand to wipe off the blood stains on the corners of his lips, and his voice was ethereal: "You Wuming, you will not kill me, you will take me back and heal me, right? Um?"

You Wuming was in a daze for a moment, bowed slightly, and stretched out a hand towards Huangfudu on the ground.

The ecstasy of the rest of his life floated in Huangfu's eyes, struggling to grasp the hand that You Wuming handed over.

You Wuming pulled him up from the ground and hugged him straight into his arms.

Huangfudu: "..."

He found that You Wuming, a lunatic, didn't have a trace of temperature on his body.

His breath was as cold as a snake. This cold lunatic slowly put his head on Huangfudu's shoulder, his lips were on his ears, and he exhaled, "How could I let you go?"

Huangfu Du had a chill, and when he was about to struggle, he found that a cold and hard hand had been pressed against the back of his neck.

Suddenly, his vision was tilted by ninety degrees. A sense of horrible tearing and darkness struck together. Before Huangfu was about to die, he figured out his own way of death—he was broken by You Wuming's neck bone and removed the first level.

You Wuming pushed away Huangfudu's headless body, allowing him to sprinkle blood on the pure white snow.

He grabbed Huangfudu's hair, carried his head to the front, and said to the man who had lost his life seriously and softly—

"My brother."

His voice was so soft that only the remnant soul of Huangfudu could hear it.

You Wuming shook the head a few times.

When he turned around, his face was covered with a careless smile. He threw his bloodless head at Agu and said, "Hold it away! It's useful."

"Yes!" A Gu caught Huangfudu's beautiful head with his legs together.

Sang Bujin frowned and said, "Huangfujun, an old fox, is really bold!"

The one hundred guards and envoys of Dongzhou were all escorting the bait here, and there was no one left beside Huangfujun. With only a few of his cronies, dragging his wounded body, and traveling back to Dongzhou, he was really bold and careful, showing his heroic qualities.

"It doesn't matter." You Wuming said, "Then let his son die for him."

He walked out of the valley lazily, looking completely indifferent, but Sang knew that he was not good at the moment, not good at all.

Because he left her where she was.

It wasn't until he reached the entrance of the valley that he later realized that he had forgotten Xiao Sangguo.

He paused for a while, but didn't look back.

Sang Yuan wanted to catch up, but unfortunately, she was wearing too thick and heavy clothes, she was sick again, and she was top-heavy. She walked two steps quickly and turned around.

Sang Bujin wanted to take a mountain to separate the two people. Seeing You Wuming had left first, he happily held Sang Yuanyuan with a smile brighter than a peach blossom.

Sang fluttered for a while. Seeing that he was getting further and further away from You Wuming, he couldn't help feeling anxious. When he opened his mouth to shout, he suddenly noticed that there were many more golden moths among the swirling snow flakes in front of him.

She rubbed her eyes in surprise, and when she looked intently, she saw that the snow was still snow and there were any golden moths.

When she was startled, her eyebrows suddenly became cold, as if wings were gently tapping her skin. Then, a slight cold pain struck, and she clearly felt that a cold breath penetrated into her forehead. , Hit the brain directly.

She shuddered and frightened so much, she quickly raised her hand and touched it, only to feel a small drop of snow melted out of it.

His forehead was shockingly hot.

"Brother, I'm afraid I'm very sick," Sang Yuan said, "Just now, I felt a golden moth got in from my forehead. I don't know what it is."

Her voice was even more hoarse.

Sang Bu is close, distressed and funny, slightly squatting, and neatly copying her up and embracing her, like a big snow ball, holding her out.

The troika hides at the entrance of the valley.

A long distance away, Sang Yuanyuan saw You Wuming sitting alone on the roof of the car, looking up, waiting impatiently for her to return.

"Little Sangguo!" he yelled, "Hurry up, I'll catch a funny guy for you!"

He raised a hand and took out a bunch of furry objects.

A big snow rabbit!

Snow Rabbit was caught by his ears, and his two fat round hind legs were hanging in the air, kicking wildly.

Sang Yuanyuan saw that he still wanted to catch snow rabbits to tease her, and his heart was sour and joyful for a while, with mixed flavors.

Sang Bujin wanted to take her away, but she grabbed her by the collar.

I saw her winking pitifully and pouting: "Brother, I want to touch the snow rabbit!"

Sang Bujin stared bitterly at You Wuming, his vision was like a crossbow, and he couldn't wait to poke a few big pairs on him.

Stinky boy, use furry to deceive the girl, so you don't want to face it!

You Wuming didn't even look at him at all. He smiled and watched Sang descend to the ground and ran towards him clumsily.

He did not meet him.

At this moment, his mood is actually very strange.

He can't wait to let time stay at this moment forever, and there is no need for a future.

Because at this moment, only good things are waiting, not bad things.

His little Sangguo, at this moment, he is the only one in his heart. There is no obstacle between them. They only need to wait for her quietly. There will be no changes and no accidents.

He unconsciously squinted his eyes, tilted his head, as if possessed by a demon, greedily enjoying her time as she approached step by step.

'Why don't I just die like this. '

Such a thought came to his mind.

He slowly lowered his eyes and looked at his heart.

It jumped faster, as if trying to break out.

He hung his head and laughed lowly.

'No, it's not the best, Xiao Sangguo will surely give me more surprises, no, it's right to be scared. '

He smiled and raised his eyes.

Suddenly I saw her fall and fell into the snow.

You Wuming: "..."

He jumped out of the car lazily and picked up the chubby woman before Sangbu approached.

His eyes stopped suddenly.

He saw a little bit of bright red blood on the snow, like a pretty little peach blossom.

"Fall." She said grievously.

You Wuming was shocked and looked at her face anxiously.

She saw blood and snow stained between her nose and lips, her small face was burning red, but her eyes were curved, smiling at him.

You Wuming took a deep breath and fiercely raised his hand to wipe the blood from her face.

As soon as it was wiped off, her nose was bleeding again.

You Wuming became amused: "Can people in the Lingming Realm still have a nosebleed?"

He threw the snow rabbit, picked her up and carried her into the carriage, took out the silk cloth and twisted it into a strip, which blocked her nose.

Since she fell ill, the car has been burning charcoal fire.

The whole carriage was warm and warm, and Sang Yuan took off the heavy snow beast velvet coat, and his whole body fell into the lifeless arms.

His body is very cold.

He grabbed the robe and wrapped it outside.

"Just now, didn't Huangfudu cast you a magic trick of the Witch Clan?" Sang Yuanyuan asked.

"Yeah." You Wuming was stunned and looked down at her, "Little Sangguo, do you even know this?!"

Suddenly he felt a little faint, and his eyes flickered.

After all, he had used this method to her twice.

Sang Yuanyuan thought, it's no wonder that the unlucky witch girl in the book, who had followed Han Shaoling well, was suddenly overwhelmed by Huangfudu. It turned out that just like You Wuming dealt with Shuang'er, Huangfu Du just rationed the hapless girl to hypnotism.

"Jiang Yanji is a witch?" Although Sang Yuanyuan already had the answer in his heart, he couldn't help but want to confirm it.

"Yeah." You Wuming's eyes were blank, "Little Sangguo, with such dirty blood flowing in my body, you hate me, don't you?"

"I don't hate it." She rubbed him lightly with her cheek, "I don't hate a single strand of hair. I like you, I like it everywhere."

He chuckled: "Liar."

She smiled leisurely: "Even if you're a liar, you can lie to you for a lifetime, until the day I die, that's not a lie. You think, don't you?"

You Wuming had to admit that she made a lot of sense. He was a little happy and a little unhappy, and turned his head aside awkwardly.

"But how could Jiang Yanji be a witch?" Sang Yuanyuan still couldn't figure it out.

The Jiang family is a royal family, and has always only married the royal family, how could it be mixed with the blood of the witch family

You Wuming shook his head: "Just leave it alone, you killed a hundred."

"Yeah." Sang Yuan has long been accustomed to his straight ball style.

She thought for a while and asked carefully: "Huangfudu doesn't know that you are also a Wu clan?"

You Wuming smiled softly: "No one knows except you."

Sang Yuanyuan was stunned: "Don't Jiang Yanji know that?"

"Of course she doesn't know." The corners of You Wuming's lips curled up strangely, "How dare she know? A guess at Midnight Meng's back can make her feel demonized and tremble."

A tingling dim light floated in his black eyes, and his smile was frozen and rigid, as if he was about to get sick.

Sang knew from afar that he had encountered his penalty zone again.

She stretched out a small warm hand, stroked his cheek, rubbed the corners of his lips, and acted like a baby at him: "Don't talk about that, You Wuming, I'm so uncomfortable! My headache is dead! I can't get into peace. , I can't even throw out the big face flower!"

He settled, and his mind was captured.

He lowered his head, touched her forehead with his forehead, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Why is it not good to be sick for so long? If you continue to get sick, they will use this as an excuse to delay our marriage. Little Sangguo, I have endured for you for so long, and I don’t want to endure anymore. I want you. I want it now. I want it when I’m sick."

In the past few days, the fright brought by the'kelp' has gradually been forgotten by himself.

Thinking of such a deadly scenery, his heart would twitch and his body hurts unbearably.

"Little Sangguo. I want to try... You just let me try..."

He couldn't help but bow his head and kiss her.

Sang Yuan knew that his emotions must be very turbulent today. Today, this hedgehog still only hides his wounds for others to touch. What she can do is to make him feel that the world still has a lot of warmth and softness. Let him be happy, let him linger, let him take the initiative to open up to her little by little.

She opened her lips slightly to meet him.

At this moment, a burst of unstoppable cough came up, and she turned her head abruptly. After three violent coughs, her throat became warm and sweet, and she spouted a mouthful of blood.

You Wuming jumped in shock, staring at her tightly, his pupils trembling unconsciously in his eye sockets.

Sang Yuan hurriedly pulled his lips and smiled, and said, "It's okay, it's probably because I burned some bruises and vomited it out. I'm not uncomfortable at all, really."

She didn't really feel uncomfortable.

He glared at her for a while, then spoke very slowly, and said each word: "Your face is very scary."

His gaze stopped on her forehead, raised a finger, pressed it twice, and frowned, "What's wrong with you? Does it hurt?"

A few small yellow dots appeared on the white and full forehead.

Sang Yuanyuan was a little surprised, and after a while, he told him about seeing the golden moth digging into his forehead.

You Wuming put her on the soft couch and walked out with a cold face: "It must be an evil in the snow. See a doctor nearby."

The closest city to Bingwu Valley is Yundu, the capital of Yunzhou.

The convoy no longer went south, but went straight north to Yundu.

Sang Bujin drove the car like it was flying.

Sang Yuan leaned on You Wuming and talked to him: "I heard that Yunzhou is a woman headed home. Do you know the regent Yun Xuzhou?"

The Yun family died. In this generation, the only one left in the direct line is Yun Xuyang, a weak and leg-sick man. After he succeeded the Yunzhou king, he was unable to manage political affairs and military affairs, so he handed over power to his direct relatives. Sister Yun Xuzhou, the regent, is in charge of Yunzhou affairs.

She should also be an amazing woman, but under the strong aura of the Empress, this female regent is like a fluorescent light under the blazing sun, without paying attention.

You Wuming hooked his lips, staring straight down with a pair of pitch-black eyes.

"Little Sangguo, you are jealous."

Sang Yuanyuan: "?"

You Wuming God mysteriously leaned in front of her, raised eyebrows high, and said: "In the beginning, I almost married Yun Xuzhou. Xiao Sangguo, stop pretending, how could you not do this? knowledge."

Sang Yuanyuan really didn't know.

The book didn't talk about the events before the big devil became blackened. Does he actually have a love history

Perhaps it was because of her illness. Hearing what he said, her chest suddenly seemed to be stuffed with heavy cotton wool, so stuffy, she didn't want to look at him again.

"I'm angry." He tilted his body, raised her chin with his index finger, and smiled, "Little Sangguo is angry!"

"Little Sangguo!" He said, "You and Han Shaoling were married before, and I haven't gotten angry with you yet!"

She raised her eyes to look at him, and said roguely: "I just allow the state officials to set fires and not the people to light the lights! I'm just angry!"

You Wuming was sluggish for a moment, clutching his forehead and laughed: "Good good!"

He looked very happy. The corners of the grinning lips couldn't close for a long time.

He held her tightly in his arms and whispered in her ear: "Little Sangguo, don't you know, the old ghost made his own proposal and asked Yun Xuzhou for me to marry Yun Xuzhou, who knows that Yun Xuzhou? I still look down on me and turned down the old ghost."

Sang couldn't help but tilt his head to stare at his amazingly handsome face: "Haven't she seen you?"

A blind date with such a good skin will fail

"I haven't met before." You Wuming said, "She handed over a long piece of mandarin, and she said it very well, but the real meaning of the words was that I was weak and incompetent, and I didn't deserve her. "

He smiled, really without any grudges, and said, "After that, when she knows what kind of person You Wuming is, it will be too late to regret it."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

She felt that Yun Xuzhou should have no regrets at all. And listening to this, people refused to refuse altogether, what is meant by "almost married"? It's a thousand miles away, alright.

You Wuming could see through what she was thinking at a glance.

He said unhappily, "Little Sangguo, do you think Yun Xuzhou is right to refuse to marry me?"

"Of course!" She curled her eyes. "It's great to leave you to me."

He smiled: "Even if she agrees, I won't marry."

"Liar."

"I didn't lie to you." He said, "At that time, my knife was already hanging on the head of the old ghost. He didn't know, and he said kiss for me. It's ridiculous. How could I marry."

Sang looked up at him from a distance. She could feel that his mood was complicated.

Being nurtured and raised by the enemy... Love and hatred, water and fire, twisted and entangled, entangled and split his heart, dragging his heart into a darker abyss day by day.

At the moment Handblade Youshi broke out of his cocoon, he turned into a pure black monarch butterfly.

Sang Yuanyuan's heart aches, grabbing the back of his neck, and pulling him down so severely, she kisses him hard, and babbles while kissing: "Fortunately for you! If you have married a wife, you won't have me anymore. You Wuming, you are lucky, wait till I am!"

He restrained, did not dare to kiss her hard, for fear that she would cough again.

He responded perfunctorily: "Hmm."

The deep and deep voice fell deeply into her heart.

After a long while, the two slowly separated.

He squinted his eyes and stared at her for a while, and proudly stretched out his fingers to pick her chin: "When you are cured, I will take you to Yun Xuzhou and tell her to have a look. This is my quietness. The woman I love."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

Childish ghost!

But... Did he finally admit that he liked it