An impulse suddenly surged in Sang Yuanyuan's heart.
She wanted to leave this dark place and go to Sangzhou more than ever.
Stay away from these terrible guys.
Han Shaoling raised his hand and pressed it heavily on her shoulder.
She didn't dare to move, like a prey caught in the throat by a predator. She knew that once Han Shaoling really did such a terrible thing to Meng Wuyou, then he would no longer have a half-hearted in front of her, and he would enter the hall in an imposing manner and completely occupy her.
She will be by the side of such a man, sharing him with an inhuman body, for the rest of her life.
There was a shudder in her heart, but her posture was still upright, and there was no wave in her expression.
At this moment, she can only pray that Meng Wuxue will continue to be lucky.
Han Shaoling's complexion was still a little pale, but he was no longer in a state of horror and depression. He waved back the maid and asked Sang Yuanyuan to pour the wine for him.
"King Youzhou!" Han Shaoling smiled and drank all the wine, and said loudly, "Sang'er, it's full!"
Sang served the wine far away, and then sat quietly by the side.
She feels a lot like a good family girl who was taken abducted into the cottage.
Sitting next to Han Shaoling, as long as he raised his eyes slightly, he could see You Wuming on the opposite side.
You Wuming looked a little distracted, raised his chin slightly, looking at the starry sky outside the hall, and pouring himself.
"Heh." Suddenly, he laughed softly and said, "King Hanzhou, are you so afraid of me?"
Han Shaoling's thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his inquisitive gaze fell on the opponent's slightly delicate Adam's apple.
You Wuming said nonchalantly: "When this scene comes out one after another, I'm afraid that I will be extremely bored and slaughter you Han Capital City?"
Han Shaoling followed his gaze and looked out, and saw that under the thick smoke, the fierce flames had burst out of the corners of the eaves.
The servant who reported the letter hurriedly arrived: "Report-Qingliang Hall is on fire, and the fire spread to Fengxu Hall by the wind! Lord Commander is already doing his best to put out the fire!"
You Wuming didn't take himself as an outsider in the slightest. Hearing the words, he stood up on the table and walked out lazily.
Han Shaoling took a deep breath and strode to keep up. The hundred officials in the palace hurriedly pushed aside the table to get up, and hurried to the place of the incident following the lord.
Ling Gu took out the cloak from the maid's tray and fastened it for Sang far away, holding her to watch the excitement from a distance.
The fire started from Qingliang Hall.
Han Shaoling just ordered the personal guards to deal with the dream in the Qingliang Temple without worry.
This is an accident.
The guards in the palace are all cultivators. They carried huge wooden barrels filled with water, took water from the moat, rushed back, and dumped a full ton of water on the burning fire. point.
Some people leaped up, from top to bottom, smashing the whole bucket of water from the top of the temple like a splash of rain, making a huge roar, splashing countless white flowers and small drops of water.
There are many wooden decorations in the harem, with huge carved wooden windows and doors attached to the ceiling, and the hall is also decorated with layers of curtains, which quickly burned.
The fire was quickly extinguished, leaving only the damp and smoke billowing.
The Qingliang Hall was burned to the ground, and the Fengxu Hall next to it was tragically affected and burned for a fraction of the time.
The situation was certain, everyone heaved a sigh of relief and began to prepare for the aftermath.
I saw the guard leader's complexion tangled, and came to Han Shaoling's face, escorting two people who looked like a mess.
You Yingyue and Jiang Jinyuan.
Han Shaoling: "..."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
This is purely an accident.
She just wanted to save Jiang Jinyuan's life and scared You Yingyue by the way.
Who would have thought that there would be a fire
You Yingyue was really frightened, like a little chicken, she hugged Han Shaoling and didn't let go: "Han Lang! Han Lang! He, he ran to my temple and set fire to me! Han Lang was my master. Ahhhhhhh... I'm so scared hhhhhhh..."
You Yingyue used to be so arrogant, and a large part of the reason was that Huiyi, a strong spiritual realm, was around her-she killed people and set fires in front, and Huiyi would always give her a finishing touch. Now that Hui Yi was put to death by Han Shaoling, she seemed to have lost her eyes and arms. When something happened again, her mind immediately collapsed.
Jiang Jinyuan was also terrified. He was woken up by the smoke, opened his eyes in a daze, and found that he was lying on the same bed with Han Shaoling’s little wife, and the smoke billowed outside, scared him that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. He immediately took pictures of You Yingyue. , Beckoning her to flee.
As a result, the woman didn't know the number, she pulled him and yelled. When the two of them were entangled, they saw someone rushing into the hall carrying a giant barrel, and gave the two men and women on the bed a chill.
It's really hard to argue with.
"Teacher, I didn't set the fire. I don't know why I was there... I didn't do anything, the real teacher..." Jiang Jinyuan was like a small chicken that had been beaten by a torrential rain.
"Han Lang is the master for me oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo well... Hey!" You Yingyue was halfway crying, and suddenly she saw You Wuming standing aside looking at her with a smile, not a smile, so scared that her tears and nose were suffocated back, and she was soaked. Her clothes seemed to freeze instantly, and the cold made her tremble like chaff.
"Wang Wang Wang, brother." She let go of Han Shaoling, two battles, and moved towards You Wuming.
Originally wishing to bow to fullness, and didn't want to go halfway, the leg softened and fell straight down, taking the opportunity to give a five-body gift.
You Wuming chuckled lightly.
"Sister Wang, I haven't seen her for several years, but she's more polite than before. It seems that King Hanzhou is well trained."
When this person opened his mouth, he seemed to have a mute aura, and his surroundings were silent for a moment.
Occasionally, the scorched wood crackled, which seemed unusually abrupt.
Jiang Jinyuan was also frightened.
The entire ruins of the fire scene, like a silent barrier, froze strangely, and all the focus was on You Yingyue, waiting for her to break the deadlock.
You Yingyue fainted simply and neatly.
You Wuming had a weird face, stepped forward, stretched out a hand, pinched the thick pattern on You Yingyuehou's collar with his thumb and index finger, and lifted her upper body like a small bug. stand up.
He bowed slightly, turned his head to the side, looked at You Yingyue's face, and then looked at Han Shaoling innocently: "Sister Wang was so happy that she fainted when she saw me."
He dropped You Yingyue, stood up, wiped his hands with another silk cloth, and squinted at Jiang Jinyuan.
Jiang Jinyuan shrank behind Han Shaoling in fright.
"Ah," You Wuming sighed, "The King of Hanzhou is really generous, and the guests from the capital of heaven have come, so let me, the king's sister, treat me kindly... It's really courteous."
Han Shaoling's face turned blue, and he carefully guarded Jiang Jinyuan behind him, and said coldly: "Youzhou Wang Shenyan. There must be a misunderstanding about this matter."
The guards of his men have surrounded Jiang Jinyuan carefully to prevent You Wuming from suddenly attacking him.
Everyone thinks things today are hard to be good.
But seeing You Wuming smiled and hugged his arms, his expression was even more harmless: "You Moudang is a bit more expensive than Jiang Xiaonephew, and Brother Han will not disappoint me if I want to come."
Han Shaoling's face turned greener by three points.
You Wuming smiled like a little devil: "Don't send the fakes over again, Gu, it's the Queen Sang."
As he said, he tilted his head and looked at Sang Yuan far away, his eyes were meaningful.
Han Shaoling suffocated in his heart, and was about to attack, but saw that You Wuming turned around neatly and leaped away.
Sang held back the angry Ling Gu in a distance.
"Nothing." She didn't care.
She turned around and walked towards her Huiyun Temple.
Han Shaoling's cold voice floated from far away: "Protect Mrs. Zheng with all my strength, tonight, anyone who comes close to Huiyun Temple... It's not a matter of killing!"
Sang Yuanyuan didn't think You Wuming would come to grab someone.
He wasn't full of women's stupidity, he was just deliberately finding trouble for Han Shaoling.
If she didn't guess wrong, You Wuming should do something to harm others and benefit herself tonight. She didn't know if Han Shaoling, who was brought into the ditch, had any spare time to consider other things.
Sang is far from reminding him naturally.
Men are unreliable. She has determined her own position, and everything is focused on the interests of Sangzhou. There is her natal family, and it will also be her ultimate reliance.
As for Hanzhou Youzhou... It's not a good thing anyway, let them bite the dog!
This night, it was as calm and calm as Sang Yuanyuan guessed. Even Han Shaoling, who wanted to squeeze, didn't show up.
When the sky was twilight, Linggu, who had sneaked out of the temple to inquire all night, came back with news.
Linggu's face was very ugly.
It turned out that after Meng Wuyou's assassination failed and was sent back to the Qingliang Temple yesterday, she immediately set off the fire and fled while the palace staff watching her was rushing to put out the fire.
When the guards sent by Han Shaoling to deal with her arrived at the Qingliang Temple, the fire was already burning and the scene was chaotic. The guards searched around, but they didn't find Meng Wuyou.
This hapless guard rummaged in the palace all night, until dawn, when he heard that Han Shaoling's Promise Hall had called for seven or eight hot water, this suddenly realized.
No wonder no one can be found! Dare to hide in the lord’s bed!
Outsiders will not know what happened in the middle. All in all, Meng Wuyou escaped from the Qingliang Temple and sneaked into Han Shaoling's Promise Hall. After he discovered her, he did not cut her off, but the old feelings regained their passion and spoiled her all night.
"It's not something!" Linggu was so angry that her body trembled, "King Hanzhou did this, and where did the king's daughter be placed!"
Sang Yuan returned to his senses, not caring: "He was such a person in the first place."
After receiving so much bird air from You Wuming yesterday, Han Shaoling's evil fire must have a place to vent. Sang Yuanyuan's body was not healed. At this time, Meng Wuyou delivered it to his mouth. How could he let it go
I just don't know, Han Shaoling is still reluctant to move a finger to Dream Wuxian after a night of warmth.
Sang lowered his head and smiled.
Naturally reluctant.
While talking with Linggu, he suddenly heard the sound of walking outside.
"Wang Nu, in any case, don't breathe with him, so as not to make his heart more inclined to others." Although Linggu was extremely unhappy, she also suppressed her anger and reminded in a low voice.
"Reassured."
Han Shaoling came in.
Although he was extremely suppressed, the color of satisfaction at the corners of his eyes and brows couldn't be suppressed.
Sang watched him calmly far away.
He walked over quickly, took her hand, and made the left and right retreat.
Sang Yuanyuan signaled Lingu to rest assured.
Linggu pursed his mouth and left the temple, gently closing the carved wooden door.
"Sang'er." Han Shaoling looked depressed, "Last night, I had a poisonous attack, and the woman escaped to my palace by accident. I was attacked by poison and almost killed her."
Sang nodded in silence.
"Sang'er, it's definitely not a favor." He explained, "For her, it's actually torture. Sang'er, I can't, and I will never, let you suffer that kind of crime."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Huh? That's great, thank you and your family.
He held her two small hands in his palms: "Sang'er, believe me, I have nothing to do with her, just use it."
"Oh," Sang Yuan asked calmly, "Will it still be cut? It can be used if it is cut."
He was stunned and rubbed her head: "Is Sang'er making fun of me! I know, Sang'er is definitely not such a cruel person, peace of mind, this person will never appear in front of you in the future, even outside No one will know her existence."
Sang smiled far away.
Sure enough, the most convenient and quickest battlefield to attack a man is the bed.