Sang has worn the book far away, dressed as a cannon fodder who died at the beginning.
Her luck was not bad. The male protagonist Han Shaoling was suspected of being reborn. He rushed in in time, drove away the second female You Yingyue, and saved Sang Yuan's life.
Sang Yuanyuan was very grateful, and thought to herself that as long as Han Shaoling spoke, she agreed to divorce without saying a word, to complete the love between the hero and the heroine, and she would never entangle for a second.
Han Shaoling slowly turned around and looked at her.
"Sang'er, tell me who you love is."
He is a peerless powerhouse and has been in a high position for a long time. With such a cold face, Sang Yuan suddenly felt the heavy pressure.
His eyes were tight.
Sang Yuanyuan couldn't help but chuckle slightly in his heart. The hero is going to have an emotional scene with her
It's dying.
She won't be the original mistress! Please, in the ancient abuse essays, no matter how the male and female protagonists abused them in the early stage, they all wanted to hesitate in the end, okay? Who is in the way of their relationship has good fruit
The male partner is lonely and repents all his life.
The female partner is either dead or disabled, and she has to be ruined.
Sang refused this option far.
She settled down, looked at Han Shaoling calmly, and told him solemnly: "Sorry, I have amnesia and can't remember the past between us."
Tool people, no emotions.
He squinted his eyes and moved closer.
His shirt was not stretched very tightly, and he leaned forward, revealing a small half of his strong chest muscles.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Good figure! Worthy of being the hero.
Han Shaoling's eyes were reddish, and two iron-like fingers pinched her chin: "Say, the one you love, is it faint and lifeless."
Sang Yuanyuan shook his head quickly to dispel: "No! I don't know this person."
Isn't You Wuming the villain? Where does this go
Han Shaoling frowned, and decisively pressed her wrist with his other hand: "Say it again, isn't the person you love really quiet?"
"I really don't know him, please don't ruin my reputation at will." In Sang Yuan's view, this is not a proposition at all.
Lie detection is not false, not false at all.
Han Shaoling pinched her veins for a while to make sure that her heartbeat did not increase, the blood flow did not accelerate, and the body temperature did not rise.
"Do you really love him?" he asked persistently.
Sang is far from speechless. Really, I have never seen anyone rushing to be the bastard. The three-hundred-sixty-degree maneuver to grab the green cap was really breathtaking.
Perhaps the contempt in her eyes was too obvious, and Han Shaoling's suspicion was finally completely dispelled.
He took a big breath, then the corners of his lips grinned unconsciously, and couldn't stop it.
"Great, great. Sang'er is not heavy..." He pressed his lips abruptly.
Sang smiled clearly far away.
Sure enough, asked her to guess it! This male protagonist is born again!
Then his sentence is wrong? What is so good, Sang'er is not born again
As a cannon fodder who died in the first sentence of the article, is there any difference between rebirth and not rebirth
Han Shaoling's big hand loosened her wrist pulse and sneaked into her cuff calmly, his eyes warming. Sang Yuanyuan felt like a little white rabbit being stared at by a big bad wolf.
If this continues, I am afraid that I will have sex.
Sang Yuan took a calm breath: "Sorry, I can't remember anything at this moment, and I'm very dizzy, and I'm very nauseous. Can I say something later, and let me rest for a while?"
Han Shaoling was probably frightened by her "very vomiting", took her hand back, helped her lie down, and said, "Repose well, don't think too much, I will come to accompany you tomorrow morning."
After thinking for a moment, he touched his chin and said, "I will send someone to protect you. You can only rest assured that no one in this world can hurt you!"
"Thank you." Sang Yuanyuan smiled politely.
"It's great." Han Shaoling's smile was a little bit that she couldn't understand, "Sang'er, that's great! I'm so happy!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Okay, you just have to be happy.
Han Shaoling turned his head one step at a time and left this magnificent palace.
Sang rubbed his forehead far away and was about to straighten out his thoughts, when he suddenly heard a slight fluttering sound, as if a bird had flew to his window sill from a distance.
A muttering voice sounded—
"The surname Han is powerful and powerful. Although he looks uglier than me, he is not much uglier. Today, she saved her life. Why did she want to follow me? My mother is really, she wants to marry me and thinks of losing her heart. Forget it. For her unpleasant appearance, I don't care about her, just as I go for nothing."
A very young voice, light and a little muddy, using a breath.
Sang was taken aback.
She sat up and looked around.
Across the shark screen, a slender figure was vaguely seen squatting on the eaves of the window. When the voice fell, the man opened two dark wings of light like wings, and flew into the night.
Sang Yuanyuan: "?!!!"
Who will tell her why there are big bird people here? !
Now, my head is really a little dizzy. Sang Yuanyuan felt that this must be a residual side effect after detoxification.
She fell back on the cloud couch, paralyzed very salty.
Now that the male protagonist is reborn, he must make up for the female protagonist who was abused out of Stockholm by him. When they meet in a golden wind, the female protagonist must have a number in her heart.
Don't brush up on the sense of existence, and honestly wait for the divorce to survive.
She closed her eyes and went to sleep.
The sound of her breathing gradually became even.
As she went to sleep, a figure in a mysterious clothes slowly walked in from the porch.
Han Shaoling stood on the edge of the cloud couch, staring at Sang Yuan's sleeping face, with a weird smile on his lips.
"Sang'er," he murmured, "great. If you remember You Wuming, then I have to tie you up, force you, and force you to give birth to me. Fortunately you don't remember, don't remember Forget it, I don't blame you, I forgive you, this time, I won't give You Wuming another chance, I'll be with you."
He pondered for a moment, then turned around: "Han Twelve, protect Madam. Thirteen, come with me."
Two dark shadows flashed in from outside the hall: "Yes! Lord!"
…
Han Shaoling's face was sullen, and his eyes flickered: "Go, find out the whereabouts of You Wuming."
Han Shisan was confused: "Master, who is You Wuming? Is it the You family?"
Han Shaoling opened his eyes, and the volume was raised a little: "The King of Youzhou has no life."
Han Shisan showed a sad face and said worriedly, "Master, have you been too tired recently? Isn't Youzhou King You Mingxuan?"
You Ming Xuan
Han Shaoling was in a trance for a while. This name is not unfamiliar. In the life he had just passed, You Mingxuan died a long time ago by the hand of You Wuming, and is usually called Old Youwang.
"What about You Shizi?" Han Shaoling asked through gritted teeth.
Han Shisan said: "You Shizi, You Yingri, the little lady's elder brother... Lord, does he have any problems?"
"You Yingri?"
Han Shisan was worried: "You Yingri, You Yingri, a famous waste in the whole territory. Lord, want to check him?"
Han Shaoling took a breath, his eyes trembled, and the corners of his lips smiled.
In this world, there is no Yu Wuming
That Sang'er is really in his bag.
No, wait, that quiet win day, you must find out!
…
Sang Yuanyuan didn't know how long he slept.
She dreamed of a woodpecker.
I kept pecking on her shoulder, and pecked her awake.
His eyes opened, almost scared of myocardial infarction.
A person, a man, a strange man, squatted on the edge of her cloud bed, tilted his head, and looked at her with interest.
He held a string of amber rosary with two fingers, and dropped the heavy beads on her shoulder like fishing.
Sang blinked vigorously, staring at him in horror.
"Shhh," he said.
Sang Yuan tried his best to keep a calm voice and asked him, "Why are you squatting here?"
He blinked: "Otherwise, where am I squatting?"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Why did Han Shaoling send her a guard? !
She took a breath: "Why did you hit me with beads?"
He chuckled: "Zhuzhu. Little Sangguo, are you a three-year-old child!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "?" What is Xiao Sang Guo
"Forget it." He waved his hand carelessly, wrapped the amber rosary two or three times around his wrist, and then said, "My mother said you have amnesia. I'm afraid you are not safe, so I must come back. It's okay you just sleep, I will look at you."
Sang understood it from afar. This is the guard that Han Shaoling sent to protect her. As for his mother, he should be the doctor who treated her.
Although I always feel that something is wrong with a bull's head, it doesn't matter, just stay awake.
"I'm going to sleep for a while. Don't bother me anymore."
Sang closed his eyes far away.
The appearance of the guard remained on her eyelids for a moment. Afterwards, she realized that this man was very young, very handsome, with red lips, teeth, white eyes and black eyes. He was actually even more beautiful than Han Shaoling! As beautiful as a dummy.
Eh? Did you read it right
I closed my eyes and opened them again, feeling a little embarrassed.
After struggling for a while, my heart always felt like being scratched by a cat.
A chuckle came.
The young man’s voice was very nice, with a little bit of anger: “I’m going to sleep now? My heart is too big, Xiao Sangguo! No wonder my mother can’t rest assured.”
She took the opportunity to open her eyes to see, but only saw him quickly leaving the back of the shark gauze tent.
He was tall and thin, with a black robe covering him, as if the whole person was about to fly when the wind blew.
He looked a little cold, and put his arms around his shoulders, rubbing his hands on his shoulders twice.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." The quality of this class of guards doesn't seem to be very good.
…
Sang Yuanyuan was watched awake again soon.
I opened my eyes and found that it was noon, and the person sitting on the edge of the cloud bed looking at her affectionately was Han Shaoling, the king of Hanzhou.
"Sang'er, what do you want to eat at noon?"
His eyes were deep and affectionate, and with such a handsome face, it was really hard to resist.
"The king of Hanzhou arranges it at will."
"Too much. Call me Shaoling." The handsome man said dozingly.
Sang Yuanyuan: "... Less, poof, sorry."
The goose bumps are all up.
"Sang'er..." Han Shaoling was more gentle, "You are really exactly the same as before."
Sang Yuanyuan: "?"
Sorry, she really didn't know that Han Shaoling and Bai Yueguang had a period of time
"I've been waiting for you for six years, Sang'er, I've finally waited for you, like a dream!"
"Six years?" Sang Yuan asked.
"Yes, if you let me wait for you for six years, I waited for you for six years." Han Shaoling affectionately.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Waiting while rolling the sheets with others
She felt that only the heroine of the book Meng Wuyou, a woman who has been abused and still infatuated, is worthy of such a'good' hero.
Han Shaoling was about to come forward to help her, when suddenly he heard loud noises outside. A young man shouted'I want to see the teacher', and a young woman cried and said,'Don't Jiang Jinyuan, don't'. They mixed up and caused headaches.
Sang Yuanyuan: "?"
What's going on, all this night has passed, hasn't Han Shaoling calmed down his fugitive wife
Han Shaoling's face changed drastically, Xuan Xiu flicked, and he walked out quickly.
Soon, all the messy sounds outside disappeared.
Sang waited quietly for a long time, but no one brought her food.
She is such a dignified and graceful beauty, she is too embarrassed to ask the maids who want to eat-they seem to have eaten them, and all of them are greasy on their lips.
After thinking for a moment, she said: "You all go down, close the gate of the palace, and no one will come in."
This palace is so big, you can definitely find food!
The maids bowed down respectfully.
Sang Yuan's clothes fluttered and jumped off the cloud couch, rolled up his sleeves, and rushed to the exquisite and gorgeous desks in the palace. In TV dramas, fruit snacks will be placed on such small tables. She is very experienced.
Pulled around for a while, and found nothing.
She persevered in going through the wooden cabinet.
Suddenly heard a chuckle from behind: "Little Sangguo, are you looking for evidence of betrayal by the surname Han? Don't look for it! I'll take you to see it!"
Sang turned his head and saw the young guard who knocked her with a rosary last night.
"I'm looking for food!"
Sang Yuanyuan really couldn't afford the prince's arrogance to this guy with a little abnormal brain.
"Liar!" He smiled, "My mother said that whenever a woman is carrying her husband around, she is either looking for her husband's private money, or is looking for evidence of his cheating."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Your mother is really a talent. You are also a talent.
She took a deep breath and put on a big smile: "Then I will continue to look for evidence, and you can help me find something to eat, okay?"
The young man tilted his head and thought: "What do you want to eat? I'll go to the kitchen to steal it for you."
steal
Sang Yuanyuan was dizzy from hunger at the moment, and she didn't care if he said something wrong, she said anxiously: "Roast chicken! Roast duck! Roast fish! Roast squid! Braised duck! Spicy lobster! Braised pork knuckle! Sweet and sour pork ribs!" Spicy fish fillets! Stir-fried beef! White rice!"
He opened a pair of dark eyes and looked at her up and down: "...Little mulberry! You eat so much!"
Muttered in a low voice: "How can I afford it."
Sang looked at him like an idiot from afar: "This is not a meal, it would be nice to have one. Just say a few more, in case it happens to have which dish?"
"Smart." He raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." You are afraid that you are not a fool.
He went.
Sang slumped far away on the chaise couch, hoping that he would bring her food back soon.
He will be back soon.
Holding a wooden plate in his hand, the plate was covered with a wooden cover.
"So fast?"
Sang Yuan knows that there must be none of the dishes she ordered-counting time, there must be cold stoves in the kitchen, and all the dishes she ordered must be fresh. Warm. Make a temporary fire and do it, it's definitely not so fast.
So the guard just sent her casually.
It's okay, she doesn't pick it either.
"Little mulberry, come and eat."
Sang Yuan asked strangely: "Why do you call me Xiao Sang Guo?"
He was stunned: "My mother told me your name is Xiao Sang Guo."
Sang Yuanyuan asked subconsciously, "Who is your mother?"
"Jiang Yanji." He said naturally.
While speaking, he placed the wooden pallet on the table.
"Puff!" Sang spouted a sip of tea from afar, "Your prince?"
Jiang Yanji? ! There is only one woman named Jiang Yanji in this world. She is the female emperor of the eighteen states in the cloud realm. If his mother is Jiang Yanji, then he must not be the prince
"What the hell, Xiao Sangguo, are you ill!" He lifted his eyes, "Isn't it amnesia? Lost his brain?"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Why should I argue with a snake disease about who is a snake disease
She waved her hand and wearily lifted the wooden lid on the wooden pallet.
A hot fragrance suddenly rushed up, bumping her full.
I saw only a long white porcelain plate lying in the middle of the wooden tray, lying on it, a crucian carp that was grilled on the outside and tender on the inside, and a small bamboo tube was placed on the side. , The tube is full of white rice.
Sang opened his mouth wide in surprise.
This grilled fish is clearly freshly baked. Could it be such a coincidence that such a fish happened to be prepared in the kitchen, and it happened to be out of the pot, and it happened to be brought by him
"Tsk," he has a toothache, "isn't it the fish you want? Why don't you eat it?"
Before she could answer, he walked to the side with his shoulders and muttered, "Sure enough, women are the most troublesome. Who can stand such a terrible creature except the kind of temperless guy named Ming? Ah? Didn’t you find sin for yourself when you marry home? Whoever loves to marry and whoever marries, I don’t want it anyway."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Does he think she has a hearing problem? Is it okay to speak badly in person
Really, the uncle of the guard who Han Shaoling sent to protect her really made her exhausted.
Ye Wei. This is the real master guard.
She sighed, picked up the bamboo chopsticks, removed the browned fish skin, and carefully picked up a piece of fish.
Sure enough, it was as fresh and tender as she had imagined. The spicy oil penetrated into the distinct fish fibers, and it melted after putting it in the mouth without much chewing. In addition to the fresh fragrance, another strong fragrance overflowed with a touch of light. The fragrance of plants and trees!
Sang Yuanyuan: "!!!"
Hanzhou, this meal! She can!
She rolled up her sleeves and began to feast on.
At some point, the young guard touched her and sat down with his hands on his knees, bowed his back slightly, and looked at her with interest.
"Is it delicious? I think it's average," he said.
"You're really picky!" She took a short time, hurriedly replied, and suddenly continued to devour her head.
He observed her for a while, and suddenly laughed: "I did it!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Really, this person can count her as losing in ten minutes!
He didn't even have enough time to light a stove just for his time and effort.
Still grilling fish
However, because of his foraging for her food, she didn't reveal it, just put down the chopsticks, wiped her mouth, smiled and asked, "Oh, is there just a ready-made fish in the kitchen?"
"No," he shook his head without shame. "The fish I caught in the river outside. The seasoning was stolen from the kitchen."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Even if she was willing to speak nonsense without conscience, it would be too difficult for him to answer!
In less than fifteen minutes, go to the river to catch the fish, and then bake it into such a delicious dish? Tell a little bit about logic when you lie!
"You can't fly." She felt that she couldn't just be used to him.
The beautiful-looking snake essence nodded seriously: "Yes, don't tell anyone."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
He buckled the table with the back of his fingers: "Have you heard? Keep it secret."
"Good, good." Sang Yuanyuan was full of vicissitudes.
"Little Sangguo, you are perfunctory." He looked dissatisfied.
Sang Yuanyuan: "... I'm tired, I sleep."
He widened his narrow and deep black eyes in astonishment, "After sleeping, eating and sleeping, Xiao Sangguo, are you a pig? How can I marry you like this!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
This crossing is really difficult.
She had a golden finger when she crossed it, so she was fine. The plot and the book were completely incompatible with each other, and she also presented a snake-essence disease personally.
"Who said I'm going to marry you?" she asked wearily.
"My mother."
"Jiang Yanji?" Sang showed a hypocritical and polite smile from far away.
"Yes."
"Okay." Sang Yuan said, "You let her help me settle the marriage and concentric deeds first, okay?"
He took a step back in horror: "Wait, I haven't promised to marry you yet."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
She suddenly felt as if she had been infected with snake essence by him.
Too difficult, this crossing is really too difficult.
The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the rocket launcher: Mu u1;