The low drum sound gradually approached the Wangcheng, and Sang Yuan could not help feeling a little more nervous.
She is the madam of King Hanzhou, and she must attend today's banquet.
Sang was far from sure whether You Wuming, a lunatic, would remember her.
When she thought of that day in order to save her life, she stuck to the jade slip and said, "I like you, King Youzhou," and she felt a burst of toothache.
The old blood has been immersed in the jade color, and the jade slip gave her the feeling like the faint life in her mind.
Blood, evil.
never mind.
What really happened was between Han Shaoling and You Wuming.
The women in the eighteen states of the cloud are of low status, and accordingly, if something happens, it will only be the men they belong to who will come forward to fight.
Ten thousand steps back and said, even if Han Shaoling was really destroyed by You Wuming, Linggu, Sang Da and others would take advantage of the chaos to protect her and escape back to Sangzhou.
Don't use it at all.
Sang Yuanyuan did a good job of mental construction, and sat down in front of the dressing table, letting the maids dress her up.
After all, it is a palace banquet to receive the king of a country, so the etiquette is natural to be negligent.
Sang Yuanyuan put on a black dress with heavy materials. The exquisite tattoo patterns overlapped on the front and back one after another. The skirt was also embroidered with phoenix birds with fire. Behind him was the old elder's long cloak, covered with shiny gold thread, dragging it ten steps away.
The hair was tied tightly, covered with a large and heavy golden crown, and there were bead curtains hanging down on the left and right, which could not stand his eyes.
Sang Yuan went to the banquet very hard.
These days, she never left her Huiyun Temple once.
The moment she stepped out of the knee-high threshold, there was a strange feeling in her heart—at this moment, she finally truly stepped into this world, it was no longer illusory, and she could no longer hold the heart of playing tickets.
No matter what is in front of her, she must raise her face and rise to the challenge.
As she has done countless times.
No matter what you play, you must do your best.
Now that she lives again, from now on, she will be the prince of Sangzhou.
Within a few steps, the slightly delicate woman slowly began to have a calm royal aura spreading around, and the maid who was used to serving her on weekdays couldn't help feeling a little surprised, and sighed that the royal family was really different from ordinary people.
The royal city is not big.
The 18 prefectures in the cloud state are based on military power. Although Miyagi is also luxurious, the more important thing is the function of defense. What casts the city is a strange black stone with a faint frosted light, and the ground is also made of the same material.
After leaving the harem, you can't even see the carved wood decorations. As long as each hall is closed with the giant black stone gate, it will immediately become a small fortress.
Under the leadership of Yinshi, Sang Yuanyuan soon came to the hall where the banquet was held.
The lights are shining from a distance.
The civil and military officials are divided into left and right sides. Han Shaoling kneels and sits on the left and heads. The one sitting opposite him is the king of Youzhou, who has become so fascinating that everyone has heard of him, and he has no life.
Entering the hall, you can feel a heavy, depressed and cold atmosphere.
You can't look around on this occasion.
Sang Yuanyuan took the seat under the guidance of the waiter. The maid carefully took off her cloak, held it in a wooden tray, and stood on one side.
She tilted her head and gently nodded towards Han Shaoling.
An astonishing color flashed across his eyes. My heart was full of emotions for a while-only the person in front of me was like the real king's wife.
You Yingyue is usually arrogant, but on every serious occasion, her aura is a little unsustainable. Not to mention Meng Wuyou, when he brought it to such an occasion, it was completely throwing his face to the ground and asking others to watch a joke.
And Sang Yuanyuan... This perfect woman who seems to be from all over the world will eventually become his true wife and spend her life with him... Han Shaoling thought so, unconsciously lowered her head, and the corners of her lips floated with a shallow smirk.
Everyone got up and saluted Sang Yuan. Sang bowed his head far in return, and then stopped his gaze on the desk in front of him.
As soon as she was seated, she noticed that she had cast her eyes unscrupulously.
You Wuming.
The bead curtain on the left blocked her vision. She couldn't observe You Wuming from the corner of her eye, and only vaguely felt that he was smiling.
Think it should be that kind of perverted smile, right? Sang Yuanyuan thought to himself.
There is never a positive description of the villain in the book. You Wuming has only lived in the fear of everyone from beginning to end, or he himself is the spokesperson of horror.
Only in a few places, I was able to get a glimpse of his true face.
For example, when a certain cannon fodder was dying, looking up at the demon who stepped on his stump without frowning, he couldn't help but feel a little confused-why this demon gave birth to the face of heaven
For example, You Wuming took advantage of the chaos and walked slowly into the burning sky. The light of blood and fire was printed on his face, which reminded people of some legends about the evil spirit Shura-how evil their hearts are and their faces are How pretty.
To be honest, Sang Yuanyuan was quite curious about what You Wuming looked like, but she didn't look up.
Her gaze was still hanging on the table, and there were a few jade dishes in front of her. The dishes on the dishes were exquisite, like a prize-winning work in a carving contest.
On this occasion, no one except the two kings would look around, which would be extremely rude.
Of course, these old-fashioned and pedantic "female gifts" will be broken again and again after the heroine dreams of worry-free favors. She would stare at a new talent at the banquet and make fun of him. They would wear casual clothes when offering sacrifices to the heavens, and they would bounce around to arouse an uproar in the whole country. They will make a loud noise in the national temple, saying that the great monks are cheating money, and who do not eat meat behind their backs.
Sang Yuanyuan didn't think these actions were really cute.
She just wanted to hammer this brain-dead dog's head.
The palace banquet was silent.
Sang Yuanyuan guessed that something not so wonderful had happened, so that when eating with You Wuming, talking became a new taboo.
Sitting directly opposite Sang Yuanyuan was Gu Chuanfeng, Han Shaoling’s first general. Sang Yuanyuan noticed that this tiger general had unknowingly moved past the center line of the table. One foot.
She wanted to laugh a little, her rosy lips pursed lightly, and she picked up the white jade glass that the maid filled silently, and drank a glass of bright purple fruit wine.
She miscalculated the material of the table-she thought the table with dark patterns was wood, but she didn't expect it to be copper or iron.
The bottom of the cup fell, making a very crisp clanging sound, and went around the beam.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
At that moment, countless glances were cast at her from all directions!
Sang Yuanyuan has an illusion, these people seem to be waiting for some order to throw a cup...
Are you all so nervous
There was a chuckle from diagonally across.
Immediately, a very young, very nice Qingrun voice with a little bit of anger, said: "Far hands and feet."
Sang looked over subconsciously far away.
I saw a man in a white robe holding a cup in his hand, smiling at the corners of his lips, respecting her and drinking with his head up.
His face looked very young, he looked like he was eighteen or ninety-nine, and his posture was very lazy and laid back. He was half leaning against the table. He was a jade-shaped person who couldn't see his true age.
This is You Wuming? It's very different from what you imagined.
It seemed that he looked like the kind of family boy who was raised into a dude.
She stayed for a moment, then lowered her eyes, never touching the things on the table again.
For a while, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a maid quietly confessing to the maid, and then walked out of the palace from behind Luang Zhu.
After a while, a weird maid returned hurriedly to take her place.
Sang was far from moving and gave a cold glance.
Sure enough, the dream is worry-free.
An ironic smile appeared in the corner of Sang Yuan's mouth unconsciously—yes, no matter how unthinkable things are to be done, there will always be a green light in front of the hostess. In the face of such koi luck, all the efforts and efforts of others always seem to be very ridiculous.
No, it's not like that.
Luck can be easily given or taken away casually. Only the road that you steadily walked step by step is your precious wealth, and no one can take it away.
Get on the ground and get up only after you fall. Being sent to Qingyun by the good wind, once it falls down, it will only be overwhelming.
Sang Yuanyuan believes only in probability, not luck.
For example, the probability of success in the assassination of You Wuming is zero.
She coldly watched Meng Wuyou bow her head towards You Wuming.
Such an atmosphere made Meng Wuyou a little shy, and she almost walked on the same hands.
Sang Yuanyuan couldn't help feeling lightly in his heart-seeing how she was making a fuss in the court after being pampered, he thought she would really be worthless on this occasion.
I saw the brave and fearless heroine quickly approached the villain.
Sang Yuanyuan wanted to applaud her.
Meng Wuyou pretended to be serving wine to You Wuming. When he bowed, he threw the tray and the dagger hidden under the tray pierced You Wuming's heart.
When the incident happened suddenly, Han Shaoling had only time to shrink his pupils.
At the moment when he saw that the assassin was a worry-free dream, Han Shaoling couldn't help but burst out with a burst of earth-shaking vigor.
Sang Yuanyuan didn't care about any etiquette at this moment, she turned her head to look at You Wuming, as if waiting for a good show.
—I don’t know if the villain will suddenly take possession of the boss, let go of Meng Wuyou, and then say, "Woman, you succeeded in attracting my attention?" '
"Puff." She laughed extremely softly, but You Wuming heard it.
He ignored the attacking dagger, raised his eyebrows, and smiled at Sang far away.
The trembling dagger had already pierced his white robe.
Don't make an inch.
This world does not cultivate the dantian meridians, but refining the body—inspiring the spiritual accumulation of its own attributes to temper the skin, muscles and bones.
Simply put, the higher the cultivation base, the harder the body and the longer the life.
Mortal body, Fantie, could no longer hurt a master like You Wuming.
Meng Wuyou stabbed several times and found that the thorn could not move. He raised his dagger and thrust it into You Wuming's face. He grabbed his wrist and threw it into the middle of the hall.
The dagger clanged to the ground.
You Wuming slowly took out a piece of silk cloth, wiped the hand that had touched Meng Wuyou carefully, and smiled lowly: "King Hanzhou, if you want to play a beautiful trick, be more sincere and fool someone with a fake? "
Han Shaoling's face turned green, and his body trembled slightly with anger.
"Not eye-catching," You Wuming shook his head regretfully with a gentle smile, "Then I will kill it."
After all, leisurely drew a very long black knife from behind.