While Sang was far away in the snow playing with Duanming, Sang Bujin suddenly approached and asked You Wuming lowly: "The first time you and my little sister, that, after that, did she ignore you?"
You Wuming: "..."
A pair of pitch-black eyes turned slowly.
After a while, he chuckled softly: "How could it be possible, she loved me to death."
His eyes flickered slightly, concealing his guilty conscience.
Sang Bujin looked even more depressed. His head dropped between his knees, his hands hung behind his head.
You Wuming was not much better than him, bending one leg, propping his elbows on his knees, rubbing his forehead diagonally, turning his eyes left and right, constantly thinking.
Sang Bujin didn't find You Wuming's abnormality.
He raised his eyes in a daze, looking at his short-lived sister who was rolling in the snowdrift, and said: "Now I also understand why you and the younger sister can't be separated-you can safely propose to the father, I I will speak nicely for you. Now that things have reached this point, we men have to take responsibility."
You Wuming slowly turned his eyes to him.
Sang Bujin sighed, "Yun Xuzhou has no elders, and she doesn't have any friends. When I ask for a kiss, you can help me."
Dare to love is mutual benefit.
You Wuming couldn't help but laugh: "Little things."
He leaned forward, stretched out his long arms, and hooked Sang Bujin's neck.
"Tell me, what's the matter with you, it's too fast, this will definitely not work. Tell me what went wrong, and I will teach you!" You Wuming said shamelessly.
It's a pity that Sang Yuan and Duanxian are having fun. He didn't hear this pig's hoof playing with her own cheap brother, otherwise she would definitely grab him from the shaft and push that nasty handsome face into the snowdrift to rub it!
Sang Bujin hesitated for a while: "Just... Excited, right? I didn't think about it that much. At that time, how could I care about the length of time."
You Wuming rolled his eyes and took notes one by one. Xindao, when the time comes, you must think more about it, don't be excited, what's so exciting, huh, that kind of thing.
"You can't do this." He said without embarrassment, "Is it a man in less than half an hour."
Sang Bujin: "... half an hour! How could it be possible!"
Sang Bujin was shocked and genuinely feeling. He who first tasted his affection, at this moment, felt that Banzhuxiang was so far away.
"What's impossible?" You Wuming sneered, "I..."
Sang Yuanyuan happened to come over on a short-lived ride.
She was really taken aback--Bad brother actually leaned his head with You Wuming, and looked at each other with an intimate look. Is the sun coming out from the west? Usually when these two people meet, isn't it like two cockfighting
"What are you talking about?" she asked, raising her head curiously.
I saw that Sang Bu's face turned into a pig liver color with a single'brush', and You Wuming smiled smirkly, and said, "I'm going to marry you."
Sang was far from believing, and turned his head to look at Sang Bu close.
Sang Bujin awkwardly circled his hand, put his hand on his lips and coughed slightly, and said, "Yes. Little girl, although I am not so satisfied with You Wuming, since the matter has reached this point, I naturally understand that you are not him. If you don’t want to marry, I will explain it to your father when I look back. You don’t have to worry about it."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." After licking the dog for a while, how did it feel like I missed a few more episodes of the series
She looked at You Wuming and told her instinctively that this dog man must have said something strange to Sang Bujin.
"Go!" You Wuming happily jumped off the cowl, landed on the short-lived back, pulled the rein, and took the lead to run forward.
Short-lived hooves away.
The icy and snowy road was slippery. From time to time, it slid its limbs forward and squeezed out on the ice, slanting its chubby body, and drifting around with difficulty.
You Wuming smiled happily.
When he reached the unmanned bend, his fire wings spread out, and he flew from the short-lived back, swept in front of it, flapped the pair of wings, and triumphantly took his chin toward the short-lived.
Short-lived limbs leaned forward, his eyes widened round: "Ouu???"
Who can tell it, when did the owner become a flapping moth
Enough madness, the two people and one beast returned to the team of Sangbujin, You Wuming sat in the car honestly, and continued to deal with the internal fire without extinguishing the fire. Short-lived walks on the side of the cart, working hard. In front of Sang Buxun, it showed that it was a professional war horse.
No words all the way.
From Xiaojiang to the west, via Zhaozhou, via Fengzhou, and then successfully arrived at Sangzhou.
It took nine days.
In the past nine days, the orange flames in You Wuming's eyes became less and less frequent. When the light wings were unfolded, the open flames had turned into dark flames. Sang Yuan knew that if he gave him some more time, he would be able to'digest' this unquenchable fire completely.
'You Wuming, I gave you a new life, understand? Without me, how can you be today! 'Occasionally she looked at his face focused on cultivation, and she would think like this secretly and viciously in her heart.
Thinking about it for a while, couldn't help but lie alone and smile secretly.
In the past nine days, although her cultivation level has not improved, she is still in the fourth heaven of Lingming Realm, but her ability to control Wood Lingyun has risen to a higher level, and she has become more proficient. The emptiness of the Spiritual Accumulation caused by the sudden increase of two levels before was also made up by her. After You Wuming carried a fire on his body, he burned many of his wooden spirits, and these extremely pure wooden Spiritual Accumulations came out like mist. Sang Yuan is cheaper.
Everything is getting better.
Stepping into the boundary of Sangzhou, lush green is everywhere.
There are two kinds of mulberry trees in Sangzhou. The other is the low ground lying on the ground, just like potato vines, planted neatly one acre by acre, artificially raised light blue ice silkworms crawling around in the short mulberry, at a glance, ten thousand acres of greenery , Gleaming with a little ice blue light, as if he had strayed into the silk fairyland.
Sang Yuanyuan had never heard of a mulberry tree crawling on the ground like a potato, but strangely, when she saw this scene for the first time, she felt a deep sense of familiarity.
Deja vu is the sense of sight.
This place seems to have been before. The last time she passed by the boundary of Sangzhou, she just swept across the border from a distance. At that time, her life was still hanging in the hands of You Wuming, and she only glanced at it, knowing that it was a green place.
Today, when I came into contact with the land of Sangzhou more closely, a strange feeling of nostalgia appeared in her heart.
There are such short mulberries all over the mountains and plains. The beautiful Sangzhou Weaver Girl is spinning under the high mulberries, humming a melodious tone.
Sang sang along with them far unconsciously.
At some point, Sang Bujin secretly changed another person to drive the car. He touched into the car and sat quietly aside, looking at his dazed sister who was singing Sang Qu unconsciously.
The eye sockets gradually became wet.
At the end of the song, Sang Yuanyuan suddenly returned to his senses, seeing Sang Bujin and You Wuming staring at her.
"Um?"
You Wuming chuckled: "Little Sangguo, you are out of tune!"
But Sang Bujin was anxious and stopped turning his head, and smiled lowly: "I haven't heard my little girl sing a song for many years. Little girl, do you know that your tune is so toxic? Listen to you singing like this. After that, eldest brother, I can't find the real tone anymore!"
Sang was stunned from afar.
So she and Yuan Shi, even out of tune, run into the same style
She looked at Sang Tian outside the car window again.
It still feels so familiar.
'Could it be that coming to the homeland aroused the memory of this body? 'She thought secretly.
Thinking of seeing Wang Sangzhou's wife soon, she couldn't help feeling a little nervous.
When a daughter is older, she won’t be too close to her father and brother. Men are careless and use amnesia as an excuse to confuse the past, but who is a mother who can’t recognize her child? What will happen then
Up to now, it can only take its course.
While she was thinking about it, the convoy had run into Sandu.
The city of Sangzhou is different from other places. The fortification of the city is made of gray-white bricks, and the city is full of high mulberries, and those gray bricks are like creepers, crawling many short mulberries-they can draw nutrients from the gray bricks, and The sloughs and feces left by the ice silkworms became solid amber, filling the gaps in the masonry.
Very strange symbiosis.
Mrs. Sang had already greeted her.
The bear-like King Sangzhou carefully supported her, and seeing the convoy driving into the city from a long distance, Mrs. Sang's petite body began to shake.
When she got closer, Mrs. Sang lost her voice with excitement, shaking her body, staring at Sang Yuanyuan with a good eyeball.
When she saw Madam Sang's appearance, the anxiety in Sang Yuanyuan's heart instantly disappeared.
She was startled.
The familiar feeling was surging in her heart, and she unconsciously called out: "Aniang."
Tears fell, she didn't know, and walked towards the thin middle-aged woman in a daze.
The mother and daughter looked a bit similar. When they came to one place, Mrs. Sang trembled and grabbed Sang Yuan.
At this moment, Sang Yuan's mind went blank.
What acting, what guilty conscience, what counterfeit, what was dismantled, all flew out of the sky, just like after spending more than half a year in the field, returning home on vacation and looking at the busy parents, it feels like I haven’t seen each other for a long time, and it feels like parting from them. It's just yesterday's thing.
After a long time, Mrs. Sang suddenly covered her mouth and whimpered.
"My little mulberry!"
"Hey!" King Sangzhou grabbed his wife's shoulders and said, "I know weeping, crying, who said that the girl didn't miss you, so she would have to let her down?! Ha! The first time I met, I called the girl's little girl. Here’s your name! You haven’t called it that way for so many years, and you’re not too tired of it!"
Mrs. Sang's eyebrows were erected, and a murderous eyebrow drifted over.
King Sangzhou suddenly became a quail.
Sang Bujin had quietly recovered his menswear on the way. He walked over with an arrogance and said, "Daddy and mother, go back and talk again, You Wuming is also there."
Upon hearing this name, King Sangzhou and Mrs. Sang's complexion changed slightly and looked behind him.
You Wuming smiled genially like a spring breeze.
He finally did not directly call his father-in-law and his mother-in-law without any cover. Instead, he gave a royal standard meeting ceremony and said with a warm smile: "King Sangzhou, Mrs. Sang, you are very polite."
The Sangs replied politely.
Although Sang Bujin had told the two elders about the matter while on the road, he saw the most terrifying lunatic and madman in the eighteen states in the cloud realm walking by his side like an honest son-in-law. It's really a bit of incompetence between acceptance.
Sang walked far by Mrs. Sang's side, Yu Guang glanced at him secretly, and saw that he was walking in a decent manner. His demeanor and temperament were both kingly style, modest, gentle and polite, and he was really an actor.
Mrs. Sang grabbed Sang's hand from time to time.
As if afraid that she would be lost.
"Little Sangguo," Mrs. Sang said in a low voice, "it was only three months ago to send you to marry, but I don't know why, A-niang always feels that you have been away for many years."
Sang Yuanyuan's heartstrings trembled and could not speak.
Reason told her that she, Sang Yuanyuan, grew up under modern civilization, has parents, relatives, and career. But emotionally, she is unconsciously attached to the familiar person in front of her.
In fact, think about it now, when she saw King Sangzhou and Shizi Sang, she also had a sense of blood connection, but they were cautious and did not dare to get too close for fear of scaring her, and she was pretending to be futile at the time. There was no time to experience the affection that did not belong to her.
It wasn't until then that she suddenly remembered that Sang Bujin once said something like this—
"When I was young, I always relied on me and asked me to secretly take you to the sky. I thought I would take you there. I don't know where I was a little older, but I don't know where I learned how to be dignified. After being ill this time, on the contrary, he regained his former lively appearance!"
At that time, Sang Chengyin replied like this—
"Yes, yes, I said I shouldn't let Xiao Sang Guo marry someone, I shouldn't let Xiao Sang Guo marry someone, the cute little Sang Guo when I didn't get married, when I saw that Han Shaoling, he was just like those girls outside. Become a wooden man! Hey!"
Sang frowned far.
You Yingyue married Han Shaoling as a young lady five years ago. She is the daughter of the king of Youzhou, and if Han Shaoling had already made a kiss, and the position of the wife had been taken by someone, You Yingyue could not have been a little wife.
So Sang Yuanyuan and Han Shaoling made a marriage appointment earlier.
After she got engaged, did she... change? She used to be what she looks like now, but after meeting Han Shaoling, she has become a regular prince to marry
I always feel a little weird!
How can the Sang family, who can cultivate Sang not close to this kind of women's magnate, raise a puppet-like queen? The wood-like Sang Yuan, the Sang Yuan carved out of the "female virtue" in his words and deeds, the meaning of existence is like Sang Yuan who is just to pave the way for the dream-free... Who is she
Sang was stunned for a while, and the most philosophical question came into his mind-who am I
She never expected that there was no reluctance to recognize Mrs. Sang.
It's like a mother and daughter who have reunited after a long time.
A thought that made her a little horrified gradually emerged in her heart-shouldn't she, she is the real Sang Yuan!
She took a few breaths and stared at the left and right.
The palaces and roads of the Sang Palace are both unfamiliar and familiar.
King Sangzhou went straight to the study with You Wuming. Sang Buxu looked at Sang's mother and daughter, smiled comfortedly, and turned around to catch up.
There are a lot of things to talk about.
…
Sang was taken far away by Mrs. Sang to her former bedroom.
After a quarter of an hour, Mrs. Sang was finally full of crying. She received her tears, raised her eyebrows, proudly: "What's the use of the two fathers and sons! Knowing that she can't take care of her daughter, she gave me sloppy eyes and said that you don't remember anything! Useless things, in the future Don't recognize them, deserve it!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "... Niang, I really forgot a lot of things, can I take a look here?"
"Of course!" Mrs. Sang said, "Just tell me what you want to add!"
Sang looked around the hall from a distance.
Coming here, the familiar feeling is more intense.
She walked to the side of the big wooden pillar.
There are traces carved on the wooden pillars.
She seemed to see a little girl who grew taller every year, with her parents and brothers around her, happily carving a knife on the wooden post, and then the family went to their birthday happily.
She stared at the wooden pillar for a while, then walked straight to the corner of the palace.
A line of small characters is slantingly engraved on the corner of the wall—
"Sang Bujin is the king of tortoises! He has to fall off the steps!"
Although the handwriting was immature, she recognized that it was her handwriting at a glance. The fragmented pictures flashed past her eyes, and she suddenly remembered her state of mind at the time-she didn't remember exactly what happened. She just remembered that Sang Bu was naughty when she was young, and she was so angry that the emotions surged at that moment. In her heart, she resonated with the past, and she wished to rub Sang Buqin on the ground.
She stood up, her head dizzy, and her back was chilly. This is absolutely impossible for someone else's memory! She and Sang are not close, and they have definitely grown up together!
Mrs. Sang hurriedly stepped forward and held her.
"Aniang, I've been away from home for too long, and my daughter is not filial!" A thousand thoughts poured into her heart, and she covered her mouth, crying like a child.
I don't know where the wronged child is.
When she cried, Mrs. Sang couldn't help it. She immediately held her hands and cried into two big faces.
For a long time, the two rested intermittently.
"Aniang," Seeing Mrs. Sang's eyes swollen into peach-like eyes, Sang Yuanyuan quickly suppressed his emotions, and with a gesture, he threw a big face flower, "Come on, try this!"
Mrs. Sang stared at her big face, with her eyebrows erected: "Sang is not close to this turtle grandson! Such a beautiful sunflower, he actually told me that my sister has a big mouth flower! I have been worried for several days!"
Sang Yuan cried with joy.
It's been a long time, she finally heard someone call her big face flower correctly.
But is there something wrong with Madam Sang’s scolding? If Sang Bujin is a turtle grandson, then she... Forget it, whatever.
Sang Yuan shook his head with a smile, and directed his big face to spray mist on Mrs. Sang's face.
When the mother and daughter have finished the big face flower spa, the dinner party is also ready in the main hall.
After all, the monarch of Youzhou is coming, so the etiquette is still indispensable.
The maids filed in, helping Sang wash and change clothes from a distance.
This time she wore a moon-white silk robe, adorned with intricate dark weaving patterns, with a small crown on her head, with long hair like satin scattered behind her head, and she took a look at the mirror. I don't know the age, I only know that it is stunning in the world.
The maid helped her into the hall where the banquet was held.
The lights are brilliant, after the first two kings salute, sit upright.
Sang could feel it from afar, and the hundreds of civil and military officials in Sangzhou were all strained, too nervous.
Sitting at the head of You Wuming is the Prime Minister of Sangzhou. He is really sitting on pins and needles, and there are small goose bumps on the half of You Wuming's face.
After Sang took a seat far away, he endured and endured, and didn't put his smile on his face.
This time, she was separated from You Wuming several times. To look at her, he had to turn over half of his body, wiping the nose of the prime minister next to him.
As a result, the Quail Prime Minister who was sitting next to him felt even more uncomfortable, and a bit of crying was squeezed out of his rigid square face.
Sang suffocated a smile, feeling You Wuming was looking at her, so she raised a toast in his direction and took a sip of fruit wine.
He immediately drank a full glass, and then deliberately dropped the glass heavily on the desk to signal that he drank it all.
These days, we have been used to being with each other day and night, but today they are so speechless looking at each other from most of the palace. Both of them feel a tacit understanding.
Doing a little movement secretly, quietly communicating, it is very novel and interesting, you come and me, Sang Yuan will soon drink slightly drunk, and feel joy in his heart.
In the spacious and majestic hall, he saw her sitting under the lights, her body was covered with a hazy halo, she was out of the world, as if she had accidentally landed in front of him. Her light was so bright, it shone into the darkness all over his body.
He chuckled lightly and raised his glass to the king of Sangzhou.
Finally, Sang Chengyin cleared his throat unwillingly.
"All the princes, King Youzhou went to Sangzhou in person today, sincerely asked to marry, and decided alone to marry Youzhou and marry the youngest daughter Yuan'er to King Youzhou. What do the qing think?"
Zhongqing: "..." You have decided on your own, and you have confessed the Rakshasa You Wuming here. What else can everyone think
"Congratulations to the lord, congratulations to the lord! Congratulations to King Youzhou." Everyone said in unison.
Sang Yuanyuan pressed his lips and looked down at the tabletop, feeling a little trance in his heart for a while.
She, that's it, married? So smooth
Everything in Sangzhou made her feel like a dream. The jade cup in his hand was filled with purple mulberry wine, and it shook, only to feel that everything around her became so unreal, as if she would abandon her at any time. She unconsciously drank a cup of fruit wine, and from time to time she turned her head to look at her parents and relatives beside her, as well as the faint Wuming who was diagonally opposite.
Everyone seems to be happy... Oh no, the faces of father and brother actually smell so bad!
She felt the laughter'gurgling' from the bottom of her heart, and she couldn't stop it.
She felt that she was floating in a sweet river, and everything around her was as perfect as a dream. She greedily and cherishly enjoyed everything in front of her. Even if there is a cliff and waterfall in front of her, she still feels satisfied at this moment.
Dazed, I don't know when the banquet will be over.
The maid helped Sang, who was drinking so dizzy, to wash away her alcohol, put on a comfortable silkworm jacket, then took her back to the sleeping hall and retreated respectfully.
She leaned back on the cloud couch, her body seemed to be floating in the clouds, light and heavy, and she couldn't help but think of the day she traveled. She was lying like this, and staring blankly at the sight of the temple through the veil.
She looked at the top of the tent, remembering that day in order to survive, she kept irritating You Yingyue and said she wanted to be her Wangsao.
Who knows, that's true.
She thought mischievously, at the time of the big wedding, you must let You Wuming summon You Yingyue to see if she would be scared to pee her skirt on the spot.
She embraced the cloud cover cheerfully, giggling non-stop, smiling more happily than ever.
"What's so happy?" In the hall, a man's low voice suddenly sounded.
She didn't even have to think about who it was.
"I once told You Yingyue to be her Wang's wife." She said cheerfully.
The man chuckled lightly, walked calmly to the edge of the cloud couch, opened the shaggy tent, and sat in.
She glanced slantingly and saw that he had also washed, dressed in a black robe, his chest was half open, and his cheeks were slightly red, which was drunk.
She smiled and stretched out her hand to grab his shirt, and then put her arms around him.
Very thin waist.
Leaning forward and sniffing lightly, it has a refreshing and dark floral fragrance.
"You Wuming, you are so sweet!" She praised him generously.
You Wuming: "... No one has ever said that."
She drank a little today, put her chin on his broad shoulder softly, and said with a smirk: "Oh? Haven't you had many women? They don't have long noses, have they? Hey, did she accompany you in the past? You sleep with faceless beauties?"
She smiled so much that she lost her eyes. As he said, the slender fingers grabbed his half-open clothes and clicked on his smooth chest.
"I guess no one has touched here." She was drunk and dim, with her face raised slightly, staring at him.
You Wuming: "..."
Her little hand slid weakly.
He gasped.
"Here, here, here, no one has touched it. I am the first." Her voice was soft and wrapped around his heart.
The angry man pushed her backhand on the cloud pillow.
He leaned down and caught her dangerously.
"Little Sangguo, you are already mine. Do you think I have to wait until the wedding."
He showed his fangs fiercely at this self-snatched prey.