"Little Sangguo, you are already mine. Do you think I have to wait until the wedding."
Sang looked at the man close at hand from a distance.
Young and handsome, confident and powerful, and aggressive.
There is still a good smell on the body.
The wine was a little overwhelming, and she felt the warm aroma of fruit wine in her breath. His head was a little dizzy, his outline was a little fuzzy, his eyes looked particularly dark, and his eyes were dangerous.
"I know you won't wait." She said, "You have to go back to Youzhou to prepare for the marriage, but I want to stay in Sangzhou to be married. I won't see anyone for more than a month. If you don't eat, I will leave. How can I rest assured ?"
His eyes were obviously guilty, and he said stiffly: "What's the worry?"
Don't worry. Even a normal person will inevitably suffer from gains and losses, let alone a guy who is extremely insecure.
But at this moment, he is not the only person who is afraid of nights and dreams.
This reality was so perfect, it was so beautiful that she was terrified, for fear that it would break like a bubble.
"Well," she said sweetly, squinting her eyes like a fox, "then you don't move me? If you don't worry, then I will go to sleep. See you tomorrow."
After all, she really closed her eyes.
You Wuming: "?!"
She hasn't recovered yet, her breathing has become even and long, and she is about to start snoring with small wine.
You Wuming: "!!!"
He stared at her blankly, not knowing what to do for a while.
The little red face, sleeping so sweetly, no one can bear to disturb.
Annoyance floated in his dark eyes, wishing to slap the stiff-mouthed fool to death.
His head and body were jumping with pain. He took a deep breath and planned to go back and take a cold bath to calm down.
When she was about to get up, she suddenly saw her eyelashes trembling, she opened her eyes with a smile, pursing her red lips and said: "I'll give you another chance to start again-if you don't eat, I will go again. How can you rest assured?"
You Wuming stunned severely.
Immediately, ecstasy rushed to my heart, and for a while, I felt my brain was blank, and the blood all over my body was surging.
He breathed a sigh of relief with a smile, and bowed his head before kissing.
Today, she is wearing an ice silk jacket unique to Sangzhou, which is cold and feels very good. The robe on his body was silk, and the fabric touched, gleaming in the candlelight.
Gently swept aside.
After all, he is someone who has experience in Furongzhi, You Wuming is quite familiar, and smiles in her ear: "I didn't bring Furongzhi."
She turned her face away and kissed his cheek: "It's okay."
He felt for a moment: "It doesn't seem to be needed. Little Sangguo, are you made by Furong."
When things came to an end, there was no possibility of any change. At this moment, even if Sang Chengyin rushed in with a knife, he would never let go of his little fruit.
At the moment of his death, he suddenly remembered the lessons learned from Sang Bujin.
It’s not good when you are too excited, it's bad.
He forced himself to calm down a bit and kissed her with bad intentions.
She wanted to run in embarrassment, but he was firmly restrained.
She said: "I'm going to sleep!"
Then he closed his eyes angrily.
You Wuming laughed and his chest trembled: "You sleep on yours. Why not do it."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
He touched her forehead with his forehead, the smile on his lips getting worse and worse.
Finally, he held her face, kissed her technically, and grabbed all her attention. When she unconsciously responded to him, he suddenly used his force to break through the line of defense in one step.
"Uh… "
Cold sweat oozes on both of their foreheads.
"You, don't be so nervous." He gritted his teeth and said.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Tears ooze out of the corners of her eyes unconsciously.
"This way you will suffer more." Blue veins burst out of his forehead.
She looked at him aggrievedly: "I don't want to either. It's so uncomfortable, why don't you forget it?"
For a moment in her mind the idea of summoning a big face flower for treatment was turned around, but she made a little bit of her brain and let the frustrated face of the millpan stand on the sidelines... It is really incompetent to accept it!
"Hey, it will be all right soon." He lowered his head and kissed her perfunctorily, feeling a mess in his heart.
He felt that he might have to follow in his footsteps.
How to do
Really inexperienced!
Who knew this would happen? He is also uncomfortable! You Wuming ran away in his heart, and had to pretend to be a gentle veteran on his face. He kissed her gently, comforted her, held her in his arms, and rubbed her forehead with his forehead.
But the body did not dare to move.
"Little Sangguo, let me tell you a joke." He racked his brains to distract her. "Last time I went to Zhangzhou, at the banquet, I saw them all as tense as quail. I was funny. He pointed at someone casually and said that his head was good-looking. In the end, guess what?"
She panted lightly and looked up at him.
"He swallowed a ball in panic and choked to death. Hahaha!" You Wuming said a joke that was not funny at all.
Sang pulled the corners of his lips far away.
His sense of existence is so strong that he can't ignore it, he keeps touching her wounds. He also looked very uncomfortable, with blue veins jumping on his forehead, and he wanted to comfort her clumsily.
"You Wuming, it's better," she hesitated, her heart frustrated, "Is the long pain better than the short one?"
Her original intention was to let him take care of it.
You Wuming would be wrong. The black eyes rolled slowly, thinking, it's no wonder people say that women are unbelievable and duplicity. If you have listened to her nonsense, it will take a short time, and tomorrow will definitely be rejected by her.
Sang Buxun still has that lesson learned!
No matter what, you have to last for half an hour, right? !
So he told her two more'jokes' in a painful way.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." I wonder if all the novices in other people's homes are like this
But she was actually very moved in her heart.
I didn't expect someone like You Wuming to be so considerate of her instead of just caring about his own happiness.
She tried to move slightly.
You Wuming gasped, almost breaking his gong.
His narrow eyes were widened, and he said in horror: "Little Sangguo, what are you doing! Don't move!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Why does he put on an expression like a chaste woman? ?
She looked at him blankly.
At this moment, the extremely serious issue of man's dignity has made You Wuming have no time to take care of others.
He could feel that she was no longer so nervous, but he knew his own affairs, such a sweet, life-threatening little mulberry, he would have to surrender if he took two bites casually.
In any case, she must not fall into the prestige and make her disgusted-if she also ignores people like Yun Xuzhou tomorrow, Sang Bujin will surely be able to guess the truth, so why don't you want her own face? !
Half an hour.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Little Sangguo, I'll tell you another joke!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." What kind of exotic flower is this man? !
From time to time, he would turn his head to look at the candle in the temple.
"You Wuming, I don't have any pain at all." She wrapped his neck and exhaled gently at him.
"Wait until I finish talking about Qinzhou." He glanced at the candle last.
Sang Yuanyuan: "...?"
Finally, the candle burned to the position he estimated.
You Wuming let out a long breath viciously, lowered his head, and stared at her.
His black eyes flashed with a fierce offensive light, a slight grinning smirk at the corner of his lips, and his long arms clung to her tightly.
"Little Sangguo, be patient."
After two breaths, she saw all his wild waves.
She exclaimed and caught him unconsciously.
The embarrassing story-telling rookie You Wuming has completely disappeared. At this moment, he is so strong that his breath is falling on her ears. He is like a fierce predator, taking the life of the prey in his mouth. .
He actually endured very hard.
Her brain quickly became blank, her eyes lost focus, she unconsciously caught him, and murmured his name in her mouth.
"You Wuming, You Wuming."
At this moment, seeing her completely out of control, You Wuming didn't know whether he was satisfied with ecstasy, or he was relieved.
"So weak, let you go." He said triumphantly in her ear.
Immediately, he disarmed and surrendered.
He caught her in his arms, embraced her, and touched her cheek and forehead with his head down, pretending to be calm and clear.
"It's only half an hour, Xiao Sang Guo, it won't be so easy next time."
Sang Yuanyuan, who slowly returned to the basket, said: "..."
Powerless to complain. Does storytelling paddle time? What magical operation is this? Don't know how to bully her
Half! indivual! Time! Chen! ? That's it? !
After resting for a while, he realized that he might not be doing well enough, so he picked her up, walked to the hot soup pool in the side hall, and washed it.
I still feel disgusted: "Little Sangguo, you really don't know how to serve people. I still have to serve you. However, seeing you don't have much strength, I won't force you."
He smirked and moved her finger.
"You can't move your fingers!"
He was so proud of his wings.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
After the shower, he put on a black robe, took the blood-stained cloud outside the hall and set it on fire, then walked back lazily, with a sordid smile on the corners of his lips, and took her to the front of him and leaned back. On the cloud pillow.
He stroked her hair one after another.
Without talking, just breathing the air beside him quietly, I feel infinitely sweet and satisfied.
After resting for a while, he was a little bit ready to move, but when he thought of her injury, he pressed down the idea reluctantly.
Don't bully her too hard. It's rare that she is lying here so obediently, she doesn't seem to be angry and ignore people.
Sure enough, he was ten thousand times stronger than Sang Bujin.
"Little Sangguo," he said, "I didn't plan to keep you in Sangzhou."
She slowly raised her head to look at him: "...?"
So the two people didn't have to be separated for more than a month? He didn't say just now, but he ate her after pushing the boat along the river
He said: "Preparing for the marriage, I don't need me. You and I will take a trip to Jizhou, receive Huangfujun's gift and come back, the time is just right. After the wedding, I will accompany you back to Sangzhou for a while-I know You can't bear them."
Upon hearing this, Sang Yuan's heart was immediately filled with joy.
She really couldn't bear to be away from home and relatives for a long time. Although she still can't figure out what happened in this for the time being, what she can be sure of is that this is really her home.
She feels a little skinny when she is in a good mood.
"Summon You Yingyue at the time of the wedding," she raised her face and acted like a baby at him, "I want to scare her to death! She scared me so hard at the beginning!"
You Wuming slowly raised his eyebrows.
"You don't have to wait until the wedding. Tomorrow, you and I will go to Hanzhou first."
Sang Yuanyuan: "Huh?"
You Wuming lazily tightened her on her body again, resting her elbow on the cloud pillow, supporting her forehead, and said casually: "Han Shaoling gave her father-in-law a post on her birthday, inviting you to go with her elder brother. I will come tomorrow. Going to start."
Sang Yuanyuan was stunned for a while, and said in a daze, "Why did he let my eldest brother and I go there for his birthday? If it's a funeral, it's polite, it should be a condolence."
You Wuming's voice was faintly empty: "Little Sangguo, is she so unsympathetic to the old lover?"
Sang Yuan's heart shuddered slightly.
She knew that he would not doubt her heart for him, but her attitude towards Han Shaoling was very similar to that of Jiang Yanji towards Mr. Ming. She had been so heartbroken to Han Shaoling before, and she was the one who was willing to shield him. Now, don’t hold Pipa. , Following You Wuming, it is she who is looking forward to Han Shaoling's death.
Although You Wuming was arrogant and arrogant, she would never be like Huangfujun, thinking that a woman could abandon her husband and son for him because of his extraordinary charm.
He didn't want to doubt her, but she also knew that she was so "capricious", it was really unreasonable.
She hesitated for a while and decided to tell the truth.
That's it, she doesn't want him to misunderstand her.
"You Wuming, if I were to tell you, the one who was engaged to Han Shaoling is not me at all, do you believe it?"
He slowly lowered his eyes, and raised her chin with his fingers: "Say it again."
"I have lost my previous memories." She looked at him, "but I know, I have never liked Han Shaoling, and I am not a dignified Sangwang daughter. My parents said that after seeing Han Shaoling, I changed. It has to be completely different, like a wooden person, but now I am the me who never changed before."
The faint look of Wuming gradually became solemn.
She said: "At that time, I had a very long and very long dream. In the dream, I spent my short and real life elsewhere. When I woke up from the dream, I was already lying in the Palace of the King of Han. I am back today. Here, I remember a lot of my childhood feelings, and I am more certain that there was a period of time, I, not me."
With that said, her body couldn't help trembling slightly.
"Do you know? When I come back here today, I am happy and scared again. I just feel that everything in front of me is like a mirror, and I may abandon me at any time. If so, do you do it again? Will I be thrown away again? Where to..."
The big cocooned hand covered her mouth.
"No." He fixed her eyes firmly, "I watched."
He found that his chest was falling stuffy and painful.
No wonder she drinks so much today, no wonder she deliberately seduce him. Is she worrying that this parting, goodbye, is nothing but a thing
"I will never let you have an accident." He said solemnly.
Sang is far from being as optimistic as he is: "But we don't know the reason, how can we prevent it?"
"If you want to check it, you will always find it."
He clasped his arms tighter, wishing to embed her in his body.
"Little Sangguo, don't be afraid, you have me."
"Okay." She raised her face and smiled at him.
For a moment, she asked wonderingly: "Why did you post to your brother on Han Shaoling's birthday?"
You Wuming said: "Thirty wedding banquet."
"Ah..." Sang Yuan realized it suddenly.
She really doesn't care about reading books. That's not right. To be precise, she is completely uninterested in the sections where the male protagonist favors the female protagonist, and she just rushed past. The parts she loves to watch are all the sections where the heroine Meng Wuyou was abused and bullied by various female partners.
So she forgot about it.
Thirty marriages are a peculiar custom of the royal family of the eighteen states in the cloud.
If the ruler of a country does not have his wife at his 30th birthday, then all the royal women of the right age in the other states will receive invitations to attend his birthday banquet, usually accompanied by his elder brother or brother.
It can also be regarded as a large-scale traditional blind date custom. No one would do things at such a grand event, otherwise it would be against thousands of years of tradition and against all the royal clans in the cloud realm. Sang Bujin was not worried about what Han Shaoling would do to Sang Yuan.
In the book, during Han Shaoling’s 30th wife banquet, Meng Wuyou was jealous and ran away from home. Her departure made Han Shaoling realize how much harm her actions had caused to her beloved woman (?), so she threw it away. The princes and daughters found her, and took her into the palace where the banquet was held. They slapped a few overpowered women who had a bad opinion of his righteous wife (?).
In fact, unable to complain.
Sang Yuanyuan said, "I don't know who saved Han Shaoling's life. He still has the strength to set up a banquet."
You Wuming lightly smiled disdainfully: "In the future, he will regret not having died early."
She hesitated for a moment: "Although these grand events are observing the rules, if you show up, Han Shaoling probably won't care about any traditions."
You Wuming smiled and said, "I'll pretend to be your guard."
Seeing him smiling slyly from afar, Sang knew that the dog man was making bad ideas again.
"Okay." She leaned on him lightly, for a long while, and asked casually—
"You Wuming, I remember you once said that after you get me, you don't intend to cherish it anymore."
Chu Chu poor appearance.
You Wuming: "..." Which dog mouth did it say? !
"Think of me as an ordinary woman, pampering, and buying me expensive things, simple, as you wish, right?"
You Wuming: "..."
"Are you not interested in me now? Tired? Huh?" She reluctantly, next to him, stretched out her hand to pinch his nose.
He grabbed her hand and said bitterly: "You know the taste of the marrow, are you satisfied!"
She was rolling with laughter.
He stared at her with a terrible headache. What about being shy? Why did this fruit give birth to a thick skin
She laughed for a while, then stared at him again.
"You Wuming, you said that you want me to exchange your last secret with your body. Now it's up to you to fulfill your promise!"
He didn't expect that she would say this.
His expression gradually stagnated.
He suddenly realized that there was actually this reason for her being so active today.
How insecure she is.
Is she already thinking about not wanting to leave regrets
You Wuming felt a prick in the depths of his heart again, a pain, and he couldn't scratch it.
He tightened his hands unconsciously, then tightened, pressing her head against her heart.
"That day, you saw how I got it to not put out the fire." He said.
Sang Yuanyuan gave a soft'um'.
He said: "That's how the Ming clan exchanges life for life. It cuts through the wrist and spreads blood. At that time, Jiang Yanji threatened the surname Ming with my life, so that the surname Ming willingly gave her his life and cultivation base-Ming clan You must be willing to spread blood, but you know, Xiao Sangguo, there are so many ways in this world that people have to'willingly'."
She nodded gently.
"Jiang Yanji lied to her surname Ming and said that she would raise me well and be a son, oh, he was also a son... Give me the best, and raise me by her side—she took Ming's cultivation skills and had a family. Supporting me will definitely give me a good future in the future. So the surname Ming was fooled. In fact, he has no other choice."
Sang Yuan's heart was twitching and aching.
She wrapped her soft arms around him, rubbed him lightly on her cheek, soothing him.
"As a result, you know." His chest trembled and he smiled, "You Shizi is going to die. You know that Huangfujun is not a thing, but he has a lot of family affection. He loves his nephew so he can take this opportunity to get rid of me. Why not do it? He told Jiang Yanji that if he was willing to sacrifice me to save You Shizi, he would abolish Jiang Yanji's brother and help her become the empress."
Sang Yuan took a light breath.
"Later, heh." You Wuming raised his hand and made a gesture of holding a bead in front of her eyes.
"I was taken to the sickbed. I cut my wrist. But Jiang Yanji forgot, I also have her blood of the Witch clan flowing on me, I am a genius, and my blood is even stronger than her. And You Shizi Oh, a diseased ghost with no will, who was scared half to death when he saw so much blood, what would he use to fight me? I easily controlled him, blood, life, and soul, all of them flowed into his body, Occupy this body."
He lifted her chin and motioned for her to look.
"Look, I am so strong now."
"At that time, I hid the spirit orb. No one can guess."
"Could it be that doll..." she murmured.
"Yes," he stroked her hair, "that is my former body. I have always been in touch with it, so I made it into a puppet, and gave it to the spiritual accumulation. It is my secret. Killer."
Sang looked at him in shock from a distance.
He smiled: "When I first occupied this body, I still had the same five senses with my original body. Therefore, I knew what it was like to be buried in the ground. Later, I liked to bury others."
Sang looked at the man with a hideous look from a distance, and felt pain in his heart.
"Little Sangguo," he lowered his eyes to look at her, "knowing my secret, do you still like me?"
"I am so dark and evil." He smiled softly, "I didn't want to live, something like me, living here, breathing, will stain everything around me. But I can't die, enemy I'm still alive, how can I die? Little Sangguo, I am such a thing, are you sure, do you still like this thing?"
Her tears fell on his chest.
Strong chest, heart beating vigorously.
He is indeed a vengeful soul crawling out of hell.
She looked at him for a long time.
It was so long that You Wuming could no longer hold back the careless fake expression, and despair gradually filled his eyes.
Finally, she pursed her red lips and groaned: "No wonder you want me to exchange it with your body. Raw rice has been cooked into cooked rice, you just didn't want to give me a chance to regret it. Man, huh, you have already seen it through!"
You Wuming was startled, then laughed happily, and hugged her tightly in his arms.
From now on, she is his fate.