After Transmigrating into a Short-lived White Moonlight, had a HE with the Villain

"Little Sanguo, you are already mine. Do you think I have to wait until the big marriage."

Sang looked at the man close by.

Young and handsome, confident and powerful, and aggressive.

There is still a good smell.

The wine was a bit high, and she felt a warm fruity scent in her breath. His head was dizzy, his outline was a little blurry, his eyes were 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 can't see anyone for more than a month. If you don't eat, I will go, how can I be at ease ?"

His eyes were obviously guilty, and he said stubbornly: "What's not to worry about."

Rest assured that weird. Even a normal person will inevitably suffer from gains and losses, not to mention his extremely insecure fellow.

At this moment, there are more than one person who is afraid of nights and dreams.

This is really perfect, so beautiful that makes her fear, like a bubble, ‘slap’ will break.

"Well," she narrowed her eyes like a fox, and said sweetly, "That's why you won't move me? Since you're at ease, then I'll 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 as she sees it, she will start snoring with a small drink.

Youming: "!!!"

He looked at her blankly, not knowing what to do for a while.

Red puffy face, sleeping so sweetly, no one can bear to bother.

Annoyance floated in his black eyes, wishing to slapping the fool who had just talked hard.

His head and body both jumped suddenly and hurt. He took a deep breath and planned to go back to take a cold bath and calm down.

Just about to get up, suddenly saw her eye tremor, opened her eyes with a smile, pursed her lips and said: "Give you another chance to come back again-how can you rest assured if you leave without eating?"

You Wuming was stunned.

Immediately, ecstasy surged into my heart, and for a moment, I only felt that the brain was blank, and the whole body of blood was rushing.

He gasped with a smile, without a word, he kissed his head down.

Today, she is wearing a unique ice silk tunic unique to Sangzhou. The robe on his body was silk, the fabrics touched, and there was a shimmer in the candlelight.

Gently swept aside.

After all, someone who has experience in hibiscus fat, Yumie is quite familiar, and smiled in her ear: "I didn't carry hibiscus fat."

She turned her face and kissed his cheek: "It's okay."

He felt for a moment: "It doesn't seem to be necessary. Little Mulberry, did you do it by Furong."

When the event came to an end, there was no possibility of a change of hexagrams. At this time, even if Sang Chengyin rushed in with a knife, he would never let go of his little fruit.

At the moment of a sudden attack, he suddenly remembered the lesson from Sang.

If you are too excited, you won't be able to do something bad.

He forced himself to calm down a bit, and kissed her in a bad mood.

She wanted to run angrily, and he was firmly restrained by him.

She said: "I'm going to bed!"

Then he closed his eyes angrily.

You Wuming laughed with a trembling chest: "You sleep with you. It's all right."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

He touched her forehead with his forehead, and the smile on the corner of his lips was getting worse.

Finally, he grabbed her face and kissed her technically, grabbing all her attention, and when she responded to him unconsciously, he suddenly exerted force and broke through the defense line in one step.

"Uh……"

Both men's foreheads immediately oozed cold sweat.

"You, don't be so nervous." He gritted his teeth and said.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." The corners of her eyes unknowingly shed tears.

"You'll suffer more in this way." His forehead burst into blue.

She looked at him grievously: "I don't want it either. It's so uncomfortable, or not?"

For a moment, she turned to the idea of ​​calling out a big face flower for treatment, but a little brain repair, let the discouraged flower disc with a large disc stand on the sidelines...It is really incompetent!

"Good boy, it'll be fine soon." He lowered his head and kissed her perfunctoryly, his heart cluttered.

He felt that he might have to follow suit.

How to do?

Really inexperienced!

Who knows this? He is also uncomfortable! You Wuming's heart ran away, and she had to pretend to be a gentle veteran. He kissed her gently, comforted her, put her in her arms, and rubbed her head with her head.

The body did not dare to move.

"Little Mulberry, let me tell you a joke." He racked his brain to distract her attention. "Last time I went to Zhangzhou, at the banquet, I saw them one by one like quail. I was so funny in my heart. He casually pointed to the person and said that his head was born beautiful. As a result, guess what?

She gasped lightly and looked up at him.

"He swallowed a pill in a panic and choked to death. Hahaha!" You Wuming said hardly a funny joke.

Sang pulled the corner of his lower lip far away.

His sense of existence is too strong to ignore it, and has been touching her wounds. He also looked very uncomfortable, his forehead twitching straight, and he had to appease her clumsily.

"You're lifeless, it's better," she hesitated, and her heart crossed, "Is long pain better than short pain?"

Her intention was to make him needless.

You Wuming will be wrong. The black eyes rolled slowly, thinking, no wonder everyone said that the woman's words were unbelievable, and the words were untrue. If you listen to her ghost words, it will be a short time, and she will be rejected by her tomorrow.

Sang Bujin is still there!

In any case, do you have to spend half an hour? !

So he hurt her and told her two "jokes".

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." I don't know if other novices are like this?

But she was actually very moved.

Unexpectedly, a person like You Wuming, was so considerate of her, instead of just looking at himself to be happy.

She tried to move slightly.

You Wuming breathed a sigh of relief, almost breaking the credit.

His narrow and long eyes were rounded, and he was horrified: "Little Sanguo, what are you doing! Don't move!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Why did he put on the same expression as the chaste woman? ? ?

She looked at him blankly.

At this moment, the extremely serious question of men's dignity has left Youyou desperate to take care of others.

He could feel that she was not so nervous anymore, but he had his own affairs in mind. Such a sweet, life-threatening small mulberry fruit, if he ate two bites, he must surrender.

In any case, she must not fall into prestige and make her disgusted—if she ignores people like Yun Xuzhou tomorrow, Sang will surely be able to guess the truth, but what about her own face? !

Half an hour.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Little Mulberry, I will tell you another joke!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." What kind of exotic breed is this man? !

From time to time, he would look over the candle in the temple.

"You Wuming, I don't feel any pain at all." She grabbed his neck and exhaled gently towards him.

"Wait for me to finish Qinzhou." He finally glanced at the candle.

Sang Yuanyuan: "...?"

Finally, the candle reached his estimated position.

Youmei breathed out a long breath, lowered her head, and stared at her.

His black eyes flashed a fierce light of attack, with a slightly smirk in the corners of his lips, and his long arms held her in his arms.

"Little Mulberry, bear with me."

After two breaths, she saw all his wild waves.

She exclaimed and caught him unconsciously.

Fang Cai’s awkward storytelling rookie has completely disappeared. At this moment, he is terribly powerful, breathing heavily in her ears. He is like a fierce predator, taking the prey of his mouth. .

He actually endured very hard.

Her brain quickly became blank, her eyes lost focus, unconsciously caught him, and murmured his name in her mouth.

"You're lifeless, you're lifeless."

At this moment, watching her look completely out of control, Yumie didn't know whether she was satisfied with ecstasy or was relieved.

"It's so weak, let go of you." He said triumphantly over her ear.

Immediately, disarmed and surrendered.

He caught her in his arms, hugged it, and touched her cheek and forehead with her head down, pretending to look like a calm cloud.

"Half an hour, Xiao Sanguo, will not be so easy next time."

Sang Yuan, who slowly returned his mind: "..."

Inability to vomit. Is it time to tell a story and swim? What is this magical operation? Bullying her for not being good at it?

half! Pcs! Time! Chen! ? It's only? !

After resting for a while, he realized that he might not be doing well enough, so he picked her up and walked into the hot soup pool of the side hall, washing it.

I still disgusted in my mouth: "Xiao Sanguo, you really won't serve others. I still have to come and serve you. However, I don't have any effort to see you, so I won't force you."

He grinned badly and dialed her finger.

"I can't move my fingers!"

He was proud of his wings.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

After bathing, he put on a black robe, took the blood-stained cloud to the outside of the hall and set it on fire, then walked back lazily, with a bad smile on his lips, took her to the front and reclined On the cloud pillow.

He stroked her hair one after another.

Without speaking, just quietly breathing the air beside you, you will feel infinitely sweet and contented.

After resting for a while, he was a little tempted, but when he thought of her injury, she reluctantly pressed her thoughts.

Don't bully her too much. It's rare that she is lying here so obediently, and she doesn't seem to be angry or ignorant.

Sure enough, he was ten thousand times stronger than San.

"Little Sanguo," he said, "I didn't intend to leave you in Sangzhou."

She slowly looked up at him: "...?"

So the two did not have to be separated for more than a month? He didn't say just now, she just ate her along the river?

He said: "Why don't you need me to prepare for the marriage? You and I went to Jizhou, received Huangfujun's gift and hurried back. The time was just right. After the wedding, I will accompany you to Sangzhou for a while-I I know you can't bear them."

Upon hearing this, Sang Yuan's heart suddenly filled with joy.

She really doesn't want to leave her hometown and relatives for a long time. Although she still can't figure out what happened, she can be sure that this is really her home.

As soon as she was in a good mood, she was a bit skinny.

"Calling Youyingyue when you are married," she raised her face and spoiled him. "I'm going to scare her! At first she scared me enough!"

You Wuming slowly raised her eyebrows.

"You don't have to wait until the wedding, tomorrow, you and I will have to go to Hanzhou first."

Sang Yuanyuan: "Eh?"

Youmei tightened her laziness tightly again, and her elbow fell on the cloud pillow, holding her forehead, and said casually: "Han Shaoling's birthday, he sent a post to his father-in-law and invited you to go with your uncle. Tomorrow will be To go."

Sang was stunned for a while and said blankly: "Why should he and I go to his birthday? If it's a funeral, out of politeness, it's time to express condolences."

Youming's voice was faintly empty: "Little Sanguo, are you so desperate for the old love?"

Sang Yuan's heart sighed gently.

She knew he would not doubt her heart towards him, but her attitude towards Han Shaoling was very similar to that of Jiang Yanji and Mr. Ming. Previously, she was the one who had broken down with Han Shaoling and was willing to block him for him. Hug, followed Youyou, hoping that Han Shaoling's death was still her.

Although You Wuming is arrogant and arrogant, she will never, like Huang Fujun, think that a woman can abandon her husband because of his charm.

He didn’t want to doubt her, but she also knew that she was so ‘capricious’ that it was really unreasonable.

She hesitated for a while and decided to tell the truth.

So far, she does not want him to misunderstand her.

"Yu Wuming, if I tell you, the one engaged to Han Shaolin is not me at all, do you believe it?"

He slowly lowered his eyes and raised her chin with his finger: "Say it again."

"I lost my old memories." She looked at him. "But I know that I have never liked Han Shaolin, and I am not a dignified Sang Wangdang. My parents said that after seeing Han Shaolin, I changed and changed. It’s totally different, like a wooden man, and now I am the one who didn’t change before."

The lifeless look gradually dignified.

She said: "At that time, I had a very long and long dream. In the dream, I lived my short and real life elsewhere. When the dream woke up, I was already lying in the Hanwang Palace. Back today Here, I remembered many of my childhood feelings, and I was more certain that there was a time when I was not me."

With that said, her body shivered lightly.

"Do you know? When I came back here today, I was happy and scared in my heart. I only felt that everything in front of me was like a mirror, and I could abandon me at any time. If so, how about again? Will I be thrown again? Where are you..."

The big hand with a cocoon covered her mouth.

"No." He fixed her eyes, "I watched them."

He found that his chest fell sullenly, a burst of pain.

No wonder she drinks so much today, no wonder she wants to seduce him deliberately. Is she worried that this is no longer the case when you say goodbye?

"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."

His arms were tighter and he wished to embed her in his body.

"Little Mulberry, don't be afraid, you have me."

"Okay." She raised her face and smiled at him.

For a moment, she asked wondering: "Why did Han Shaoling have a birthday, why should he send a message to his brother?"

You Wuming said: "Thirty fixed wife banquet."

"Ah..." Sang realized from afar.

She reads the book, it is really too distracted. It is not right to say that, to be precise, she has no interest in those bridges where the male lead favors the female lead. The parts she loves to watch are all bridges where the heroine's dreams are abused and bullied by various women.

So she forgot about it.

Thirty fixed wives are unique to the royal family of the 18 states in Yunjing.

If the prince of a country does not have a right wife when he is thirty years old, then the royal women of the appropriate age in other states will receive all invitations to attend his birthday feast, usually accompanied by brothers or brothers.

Can also be regarded as a large traditional blind date custom. No one will engage in such an event, otherwise it will be against thousands of years of tradition, and against all the royal families in Yunjing. Sang Bujin is not worried about what Han Shaoling will do to Sang far.

In the book, when Han Shaoling's 30th wife's feast was held, she dreamed of being jealous and troubled, and ran away from home. Her departure made Han Shaoling realize how much harm her behavior caused to the beloved woman (?), so she threw it away The princes retrieved her, and took her into the banqueting palace in a bright way, and slapped a few overwhelming women who had unconceivable thoughts about his wife (?).

In fact, unable to vomit.

Sang Yuanyuan said: "I don't know who saved Han Shaoling's life. He still has the strength to hold a banquet."

You Wuming smiled lightly disdainfully: "In the future he will regret not dying early."

She hesitated for a moment: "Although these events are following the rules, if you appear, Han Shaoling may not be afraid of any traditions."

You Wuming smiled and said, "I'm posing as your bodyguard."

Sang looked at him with a sly smile from afar, and knew that the dog man was hitting bad ideas again.

"Okay." She leaned on him gently, and for a while, asked casually--

"Yu Wuming, I remember you said that once you got me, you did not intend to cherish it."

Chu pitiful appearance.

You Wuming: Which dog mouth did "..." say? !

"Take me as an ordinary woman, spoil and buy me expensive things, simple, you are the one I want to trade, right?"

Youming: "..."

"Aren't you interested in me now? Tired? Huh?" She was close to him and reached out to pinch his nose.

He grabbed her hand and said bitterly: "I am satisfied with the food, are you satisfied!"

She rolled with a laugh.

He stared at her with a headache. What's the shame to say? Why did this fruit have a thick skin?

She smiled for a while, then stared at him again.

"Yu Wuming, you said, your last secret asked me to exchange it with my body. Now it's up to you to fulfill your promise!"

He didn't expect that she would say this.

The expression gradually froze.

He suddenly realized that she was so active today, but there is actually this reason.

How insecure she is.

Is she already thinking about not wanting to leave regrets?

You Wuming once again felt a deep piercing in the heart, painful, unable to scratch.

Hands tightened unconsciously, tightened again, pressed her head, and deeply embedded in her heart.

"That day, you saw how I got it without extinguishing the fire," he said.

Sang Yuan yelled softly.

He said: "That's how the Ming tribe exchanged lives for life. It cut the wrist and spread blood. At that time, Jiang Yanji used my life to threaten the surname Ming. The surname Ming was willing to give her life and repair to her-Ming Clan blood transmission must be willing, but you know, Xiao Sanguo, there are too many ways in this world, people have to be'willing.'

She nodded gently.

"Jiang Yanji fooled Ming by saying that he would raise me up well and be a son, oh, he was also a son... Give me the best of everything and keep me by her side-she took Ming Xiuwei, and Having a family backing will definitely give me a good future. So the surname Ming is fooled. He actually has no other choice."

Sang Yuan's heart hurts.

She wrapped him with her soft arms, gently rubbed her cheeks and calmed him.

"As a result, you know." His chest trembles and smiles. "You Shizi is dying. You know that Huang Fujun is not a thing, but he is very affectionate. He loves his nephew, and he can take this opportunity to remove me. What is wrong with it? He told Jiang Yanji that if he would sacrifice me to save You Shizi, he would abandon Jiang Yanji's brother and help her become an emperor."

Sang took a cool breath from afar.

"Later, huh." Youwu raised her hand and compared the movement of holding the beads before her eyes.

"I was taken to the sickbed. The wrist was cut. But Jiang Yanji forgot, I also bleed the blood of her witch, I am a genius, my blood power is even stronger than her. And You Shizi Oh, a sickly tuberculosis who has no will, scared to death after seeing so much blood, what can I compete with me? I easily controlled him, blood, life, soul, all crossed into his body, Occupy this body."

He raised her chin and motioned for her to look.

"Look, I'm so strong now."

"That's when I hid the spirit beads. No one can guess."

"Don't that puppet..." she murmured.

"Yes," he caressed her hair, "that's my former body. I have always felt with it, so I made it into an idol, and gave it to spiritual essence, it is my secret. Killer."

Sang looked at him in shock.

He smiled: "When I first occupied this body, I still had five senses connected with my original body. So, I knew what it was like to be buried in the ground. Later, I like to bury others."

Sang looked at the man with some fierce look from far away, and felt only pain in his heart.

"Little Sanguo," 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. I live here, breathing here, it will stain everything around me. But I can't die, enemy. Still alive and well, how can I die? Xiao Sanguo, I am such a thing. Are you sure you still like such a thing?"

Her tears fell on his chest.

A strong chest, the heart is beating vigorously.

He is indeed the soul of vengeance crawling out of hell.

She looked at him for a long time.

It's so long that You Wuming can't hold the careless false expression anymore, and there is gradually despair in the eyes.

Finally, she pursed her red lips and snorted: "No wonder I have to exchange it with my body. The raw rice has been cooked, and you just didn't want to give me a chance to regret it. Man, oh, I have already seen through!"

You Wuming froze for a moment, then laughed happily, holding her tightly in her arms.

From now on, she is his life.

"Little Sanguo, you are already mine. Do you think I have to wait until the big marriage."

Sang looked at the man close by.

Young and handsome, confident and powerful, and aggressive.

There is still a good smell.

The wine was a bit high, and she felt a warm fruity scent in her breath. His head was dizzy, his outline was a little blurry, his eyes were 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 can't see anyone for more than a month. If you don't eat, I will go, how can I be at ease ?"

His eyes were obviously guilty, and he said stubbornly: "What's not to worry about."

Rest assured that weird. Even a normal person will inevitably suffer from gains and losses, not to mention his extremely insecure fellow.

At this moment, there are more than one person who is afraid of nights and dreams.

This is really perfect, so beautiful that makes her fear, like a bubble, ‘slap’ will break.

"Well," she narrowed her eyes like a fox, and said sweetly, "That's why you won't move me? Since you're at ease, then I'll 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 as she sees it, she will start snoring with a small drink.

Youming: "!!!"

He looked at her blankly, not knowing what to do for a while.

Red puffy face, sleeping so sweetly, no one can bear to bother.

Annoyance floated in his black eyes, wishing to slapping the fool who had just talked hard.

His head and body both jumped suddenly and hurt. He took a deep breath and planned to go back to take a cold bath and calm down.

Just about to get up, suddenly saw her eye tremor, opened her eyes with a smile, pursed her lips and said: "Give you another chance to come back again-how can you rest assured if you leave without eating?"

You Wuming was stunned.

Immediately, ecstasy surged into my heart, and for a moment, I only felt that the brain was blank, and the whole body of blood was rushing.

He gasped with a smile, without a word, he kissed his head down.

Today, she is wearing a unique ice silk tunic unique to Sangzhou. The robe on his body was silk, the fabrics touched, and there was a shimmer in the candlelight.

Gently swept aside.

After all, someone who has experience in hibiscus fat, Yumie is quite familiar, and smiled in her ear: "I didn't carry hibiscus fat."

She turned her face and kissed his cheek: "It's okay."

He felt for a moment: "It doesn't seem to be necessary. Little Mulberry, did you do it by Furong."

When the event came to an end, there was no possibility of a change of hexagrams. At this time, even if Sang Chengyin rushed in with a knife, he would never let go of his little fruit.

At the moment of a sudden attack, he suddenly remembered the lesson from Sang.

If you are too excited, you won't be able to do something bad.

He forced himself to calm down a bit, and kissed her in a bad mood.

She wanted to run angrily, and he was firmly restrained by him.

She said: "I'm going to bed!"

Then he closed his eyes angrily.

You Wuming laughed with a trembling chest: "You sleep with you. It's all right."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

He touched her forehead with his forehead, and the smile on the corner of his lips was getting worse.

Finally, he grabbed her face and kissed her technically, grabbing all her attention, and when she responded to him unconsciously, he suddenly exerted force and broke through the defense line in one step.

"Uh……"

Both men's foreheads immediately oozed cold sweat.

"You, don't be so nervous." He gritted his teeth and said.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." The corners of her eyes unknowingly shed tears.

"You'll suffer more in this way." His forehead burst into blue.

She looked at him grievously: "I don't want it either. It's so uncomfortable, or not?"

For a moment, she turned to the idea of ​​calling out a big face flower for treatment, but a little brain repair, let the discouraged flower disc with a large disc stand on the sidelines...It is really incompetent!

"Good boy, it'll be fine soon." He lowered his head and kissed her perfunctoryly, his heart cluttered.

He felt that he might have to follow suit.

How to do?

Really inexperienced!

Who knows this? He is also uncomfortable! You Wuming's heart ran away, and she had to pretend to be a gentle veteran. He kissed her gently, comforted her, put her in her arms, and rubbed her head with her head.

The body did not dare to move.

"Little Mulberry, let me tell you a joke." He racked his brain to distract her attention. "Last time I went to Zhangzhou, at the banquet, I saw them one by one like quail. I was so funny in my heart. He casually pointed to the person and said that his head was born beautiful. As a result, guess what?

She gasped lightly and looked up at him.

"He swallowed a pill in a panic and choked to death. Hahaha!" You Wuming said hardly a funny joke.

Sang pulled the corner of his lower lip far away.

His sense of existence is too strong to ignore it, and has been touching her wounds. He also looked very uncomfortable, his forehead twitching straight, and he had to appease her clumsily.

"You're lifeless, it's better," she hesitated, and her heart crossed, "Is long pain better than short pain?"

Her intention was to make him needless.

You Wuming will be wrong. The black eyes rolled slowly, thinking, no wonder everyone said that the woman's words were unbelievable, and the words were untrue. If you listen to her ghost words, it will be a short time, and she will be rejected by her tomorrow.

Sang Bujin is still there!

In any case, do you have to spend half an hour? !

So he hurt her and told her two "jokes".

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." I don't know if other novices are like this?

But she was actually very moved.

Unexpectedly, a person like You Wuming, was so considerate of her, instead of just looking at himself to be happy.

She tried to move slightly.

You Wuming breathed a sigh of relief, almost breaking the credit.

His narrow and long eyes were rounded, and he was horrified: "Little Sanguo, what are you doing! Don't move!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Why did he put on the same expression as the chaste woman? ? ?

She looked at him blankly.

At this moment, the extremely serious question of men's dignity has left Youyou desperate to take care of others.

He could feel that she was not so nervous anymore, but he had his own affairs in mind. Such a sweet, life-threatening small mulberry fruit, if he ate two bites, he must surrender.

In any case, she must not fall into prestige and make her disgusted—if she ignores people like Yun Xuzhou tomorrow, Sang will surely be able to guess the truth, but what about her own face? !

Half an hour.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Little Mulberry, I will tell you another joke!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." What kind of exotic breed is this man? !

From time to time, he would look over the candle in the temple.

"You Wuming, I don't feel any pain at all." She grabbed his neck and exhaled gently towards him.

"Wait for me to finish Qinzhou." He finally glanced at the candle.

Sang Yuanyuan: "...?"

Finally, the candle reached his estimated position.

Youmei breathed out a long breath, lowered her head, and stared at her.

His black eyes flashed a fierce light of attack, with a slightly smirk in the corners of his lips, and his long arms held her in his arms.

"Little Mulberry, bear with me."

After two breaths, she saw all his wild waves.

She exclaimed and caught him unconsciously.

Fang Cai’s awkward storytelling rookie has completely disappeared. At this moment, he is terribly powerful, breathing heavily in her ears. He is like a fierce predator, taking the prey of his mouth. .

He actually endured very hard.

Her brain quickly became blank, her eyes lost focus, unconsciously caught him, and murmured his name in her mouth.

"You're lifeless, you're lifeless."

At this moment, watching her look completely out of control, Yumie didn't know whether she was satisfied with ecstasy or was relieved.

"It's so weak, let go of you." He said triumphantly over her ear.

Immediately, disarmed and surrendered.

He caught her in his arms, hugged it, and touched her cheek and forehead with her head down, pretending to look like a calm cloud.

"Half an hour, Xiao Sanguo, will not be so easy next time."

Sang Yuan, who slowly returned his mind: "..."

Inability to vomit. Is it time to tell a story and swim? What is this magical operation? Bullying her for not being good at it?

half! Pcs! Time! Chen! ? It's only? !

After resting for a while, he realized that he might not be doing well enough, so he picked her up and walked into the hot soup pool of the side hall, washing it.

I still disgusted in my mouth: "Xiao Sanguo, you really won't serve others. I still have to come and serve you. However, I don't have any effort to see you, so I won't force you."

He grinned badly and dialed her finger.

"I can't move my fingers!"

He was proud of his wings.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

After bathing, he put on a black robe, took the blood-stained cloud to the outside of the hall and set it on fire, then walked back lazily, with a bad smile on his lips, took her to the front and reclined On the cloud pillow.

He stroked her hair one after another.

Without speaking, just quietly breathing the air beside you, you will feel infinitely sweet and contented.

After resting for a while, he was a little tempted, but when he thought of her injury, she reluctantly pressed her thoughts.

Don't bully her too much. It's rare that she is lying here so obediently, and she doesn't seem to be angry or ignorant.

Sure enough, he was ten thousand times stronger than San.

"Little Sanguo," he said, "I didn't intend to leave you in Sangzhou."

She slowly looked up at him: "...?"

So the two did not have to be separated for more than a month? He didn't say just now, she just ate her along the river?

He said: "Why don't you need me to prepare for the marriage? You and I went to Jizhou, received Huangfujun's gift and hurried back. The time was just right. After the wedding, I will accompany you to Sangzhou for a while-I I know you can't bear them."

Upon hearing this, Sang Yuan's heart suddenly filled with joy.

She really doesn't want to leave her hometown and relatives for a long time. Although she still can't figure out what happened, she can be sure that this is really her home.

As soon as she was in a good mood, she was a bit skinny.

"Calling Youyingyue when you are married," she raised her face and spoiled him. "I'm going to scare her! At first she scared me enough!"

You Wuming slowly raised her eyebrows.

"You don't have to wait until the wedding, tomorrow, you and I will have to go to Hanzhou first."

Sang Yuanyuan: "Eh?"

Youmei tightened her laziness tightly again, and her elbow fell on the cloud pillow, holding her forehead, and said casually: "Han Shaoling's birthday, he sent a post to his father-in-law and invited you to go with your uncle. Tomorrow will be To go."

Sang was stunned for a while and said blankly: "Why should he and I go to his birthday? If it's a funeral, out of politeness, it's time to express condolences."

Youming's voice was faintly empty: "Little Sanguo, are you so desperate for the old love?"

Sang Yuan's heart sighed gently.

She knew he would not doubt her heart towards him, but her attitude towards Han Shaoling was very similar to that of Jiang Yanji and Mr. Ming. Previously, she was the one who had broken down with Han Shaoling and was willing to block him for him. Hug, followed Youyou, hoping that Han Shaoling's death was still her.

Although You Wuming is arrogant and arrogant, she will never, like Huang Fujun, think that a woman can abandon her husband because of his charm.

He didn’t want to doubt her, but she also knew that she was so ‘capricious’ that it was really unreasonable.

She hesitated for a while and decided to tell the truth.

So far, she does not want him to misunderstand her.

"Yu Wuming, if I tell you, the one engaged to Han Shaolin is not me at all, do you believe it?"

He slowly lowered his eyes and raised her chin with his finger: "Say it again."

"I lost my old memories." She looked at him. "But I know that I have never liked Han Shaolin, and I am not a dignified Sang Wangdang. My parents said that after seeing Han Shaolin, I changed and changed. It’s totally different, like a wooden man, and now I am the one who didn’t change before."

The lifeless look gradually dignified.

She said: "At that time, I had a very long and long dream. In the dream, I lived my short and real life elsewhere. When the dream woke up, I was already lying in the Hanwang Palace. Back today Here, I remembered many of my childhood feelings, and I was more certain that there was a time when I was not me."

With that said, her body shivered lightly.

"Do you know? When I came back here today, I was happy and scared in my heart. I only felt that everything in front of me was like a mirror, and I could abandon me at any time. If so, how about again? Will I be thrown again? Where are you..."

The big hand with a cocoon covered her mouth.

"No." He fixed her eyes, "I watched them."

He found that his chest fell sullenly, a burst of pain.

No wonder she drinks so much today, no wonder she wants to seduce him deliberately. Is she worried that this is no longer the case when you say goodbye?

"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."

His arms were tighter and he wished to embed her in his body.

"Little Mulberry, don't be afraid, you have me."

"Okay." She raised her face and smiled at him.

For a moment, she asked wondering: "Why did Han Shaoling have a birthday, why should he send a message to his brother?"

You Wuming said: "Thirty fixed wife banquet."

"Ah..." Sang realized from afar.

She reads the book, it is really too distracted. It is not right to say that, to be precise, she has no interest in those bridges where the male lead favors the female lead. The parts she loves to watch are all bridges where the heroine's dreams are abused and bullied by various women.

So she forgot about it.

Thirty fixed wives are unique to the royal family of the 18 states in Yunjing.

If the prince of a country does not have a right wife when he is thirty years old, then the royal women of the appropriate age in other states will receive all invitations to attend his birthday feast, usually accompanied by brothers or brothers.

Can also be regarded as a large traditional blind date custom. No one will engage in such an event, otherwise it will be against thousands of years of tradition, and against all the royal families in Yunjing. Sang Bujin is not worried about what Han Shaoling will do to Sang far.

In the book, when Han Shaoling's 30th wife's feast was held, she dreamed of being jealous and troubled, and ran away from home. Her departure made Han Shaoling realize how much harm her behavior caused to the beloved woman (?), so she threw it away The princes retrieved her, and took her into the banqueting palace in a bright way, and slapped a few overwhelming women who had unconceivable thoughts about his wife (?).

In fact, unable to vomit.

Sang Yuanyuan said: "I don't know who saved Han Shaoling's life. He still has the strength to hold a banquet."

You Wuming smiled lightly disdainfully: "In the future he will regret not dying early."

She hesitated for a moment: "Although these events are following the rules, if you appear, Han Shaoling may not be afraid of any traditions."

You Wuming smiled and said, "I'm posing as your bodyguard."

Sang looked at him with a sly smile from afar, and knew that the dog man was hitting bad ideas again.

"Okay." She leaned on him gently, and for a while, asked casually--

"Yu Wuming, I remember you said that once you got me, you did not intend to cherish it."

Chu pitiful appearance.

You Wuming: Which dog mouth did "..." say? !

"Take me as an ordinary woman, spoil and buy me expensive things, simple, you are the one I want to trade, right?"

Youming: "..."

"Aren't you interested in me now? Tired? Huh?" She was close to him and reached out to pinch his nose.

He grabbed her hand and said bitterly: "I am satisfied with the food, are you satisfied!"

She rolled with a laugh.

He stared at her with a headache. What's the shame to say? Why did this fruit have a thick skin?

She smiled for a while, then stared at him again.

"Yu Wuming, you said, your last secret asked me to exchange it with my body. Now it's up to you to fulfill your promise!"

He didn't expect that she would say this.

The expression gradually froze.

He suddenly realized that she was so active today, but there is actually this reason.

How insecure she is.

Is she already thinking about not wanting to leave regrets?

You Wuming once again felt a deep piercing in the heart, painful, unable to scratch.

Hands tightened unconsciously, tightened again, pressed her head, and deeply embedded in her heart.

"That day, you saw how I got it without extinguishing the fire," he said.

Sang Yuan yelled softly.

He said: "That's how the Ming tribe exchanged lives for life. It cut the wrist and spread blood. At that time, Jiang Yanji used my life to threaten the surname Ming. The surname Ming was willing to give her life and repair to her-Ming Clan blood transmission must be willing, but you know, Xiao Sanguo, there are too many ways in this world, people have to be'willing.'

She nodded gently.

"Jiang Yanji fooled Ming by saying that he would raise me up well and be a son, oh, he was also a son... Give me the best of everything and keep me by her side-she took Ming Xiuwei, and Having a family backing will definitely give me a good future. So the surname Ming is fooled. He actually has no other choice."

Sang Yuan's heart hurts.

She wrapped him with her soft arms, gently rubbed her cheeks and calmed him.

"As a result, you know." His chest trembles and smiles. "You Shizi is dying. You know that Huang Fujun is not a thing, but he is very affectionate. He loves his nephew, and he can take this opportunity to remove me. What is wrong with it? He told Jiang Yanji that if he would sacrifice me to save You Shizi, he would abandon Jiang Yanji's brother and help her become an emperor."

Sang took a cool breath from afar.

"Later, huh." Youwu raised her hand and compared the movement of holding the beads before her eyes.

"I was taken to the sickbed. The wrist was cut. But Jiang Yanji forgot, I also bleed the blood of her witch, I am a genius, my blood power is even stronger than her. And You Shizi Oh, a sickly tuberculosis who has no will, scared to death after seeing so much blood, what can I compete with me? I easily controlled him, blood, life, soul, all crossed into his body, Occupy this body."

He raised her chin and motioned for her to look.

"Look, I'm so strong now."

"That's when I hid the spirit beads. No one can guess."

"Don't that puppet..." she murmured.

"Yes," he caressed her hair, "that's my former body. I have always felt with it, so I made it into an idol, and gave it to spiritual essence, it is my secret. Killer."

Sang looked at him in shock.

He smiled: "When I first occupied this body, I still had five senses connected with my original body. So, I knew what it was like to be buried in the ground. Later, I like to bury others."

Sang looked at the man with some fierce look from far away, and felt only pain in his heart.

"Little Sanguo," 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. I live here, breathing here, it will stain everything around me. But I can't die, enemy. Still alive and well, how can I die? Xiao Sanguo, I am such a thing. Are you sure you still like such a thing?"

Her tears fell on his chest.

A strong chest, the heart is beating vigorously.

He is indeed the soul of vengeance crawling out of hell.

She looked at him for a long time.

It's so long that You Wuming can't hold the careless false expression anymore, and there is gradually despair in the eyes.

Finally, she pursed her red lips and snorted: "No wonder I have to exchange it with my body. The raw rice has been cooked, and you just didn't want to give me a chance to regret it. Man, oh, I have already seen through!"

You Wuming froze for a moment, then laughed happily, holding her tightly in her arms.

From now on, she is his life.