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

Remember it in one second

Sang Yuanyuan felt that her neck suddenly loosened, and a large puff of fresh air rushed into her chest, choking her eyes full of tears.

Holding the golden sign, she quickly got up, and through the mist of tears, she looked at the man in black who had restrained Jiang Jinpeng.

His face was much whiter than she remembered, almost transparent.

He put a hand on the top of Jiang Jinpeng's head, and patted him gently and slowly while praising him as "good".

With every shot, Jiang Jinpeng's body dipped a bit, and he felt a little joyful for no reason.

But when Sang Yuanyuan's eyes fell on Jiang Jinpeng's feet, he was full of astonishment - this person was not frightened and his legs were softened, but his entire body had turned into a wood-like material. , Jiang Jinpeng's leg collided with the agate ground and shattered into scattered sawdust.

The slender horse's face was twisted into an extremely distorted arc, apparently in extreme pain, but there was no sound.

You Wuming didn't look at him, but said to Sang Yuanyuan slowly: "Little Sangguo, tell me, what should I do with you, a fugitive?"

Jiang Jinpeng had only the eyeballs left to move, a pair of white and black eyes frantically swirling in his sockets, the meaning of begging for mercy overflowed from his eyes, and tears streamed down his face, terrified and regretted to the extreme.

Sang Yuanyuan wanted to open his mouth to speak, but suddenly there was an earth-shattering cough.

"You deserve it!" You Wuming gritted his teeth and smiled, his eyes slightly reddened.

He started a little more neatly, and turned Jiang Jinpeng into a half wooden stake.

Jiang Jinpeng just wanted to die quickly.

You Wuming didn't move him anymore.

He casually turned the knife back, not knowing what he encountered, he was startled heavily, and changed the angle to close the knife.

He took a step and stood in front of her.

Two cold fingers grabbed her chin and kissed her hard.

Just now, in order to stay awake, she bit the tip of her tongue, which was still burning hot.

You Wuming found her wound following the smell of blood. With a strong malice, he seemed to want to devour her flesh and blood through this small wound.

She had just gotten rid of the life-and-death crisis, and she felt nothing but ignorance in her mind. She cooperated with him dumbly, and all her strength seemed to be emptied, and she could hardly stand still.

She suddenly found that his breathing was more erratic than hers.

Her sanity snapped back.

This kiss is clearly just a pure punishment, his breathing shouldn't be like this.

Immediately she heard his heartbeat. Even if he entered and exited seven times in the overwhelming waves of ghosts and demons, he had never beaten his heart for half a minute.

Coupled with the bloody smell that drifted into the nose from time to time...

he is injured.

Sang Yuanyuan widened his eyes and pushed him away with difficulty.

You Wuming was about to have a seizure, but she saw that her eyes were full of concern, she was grabbing his arm and looking up and down.

"Where is the injury?"

He froze. After a long while, he frowned uncomfortably and said, "It's okay."

San Yuan just went around behind him.

Then he saw an iron arrow glowing red nailed straight to his back, almost passing through his body.

She took a deep breath: "You..."

You Wuming was a little annoyed, and cut off the arrow outside with his backhand knife, and said irritably, "It's okay to say."

She was still staring at him tearfully, turning around him, checking to see if there were any other injuries, and shaking her hands to touch the vicinity of his wound.

"Did you come here specially to save me? Are you injured to save me? The arrow, you have to take it out quickly..."

Impatientness appeared in his black eyes, and he grabbed her rudely: "Don't turn around!"

"Oh." Sang Yuanyuan stood in front of him honestly.

"Save you?" He smiled coldly, "If there is no Jiang Jinpeng, then the person who is doing those things to you at this moment should be me."

She blinked innocent eyes, her eyes fell on his Adam's apple.

"But I'm not interested at all at the moment." He squinted, turned around and grabbed Jiang Jinpeng's half body and the broken arrow on the ground, and said lightly, "You haven't seen me tonight."

He stomped his foot, and the shards of wood on the ground suddenly scattered into dust that was invisible to the naked eye.

He swept lightly, swept to the door of the temple, opened the door, was about to step out, and suddenly stopped.

He didn't turn around, and his voice floated over in a low voice: "...Okay."

Before he finished speaking, the black figure flashed and escaped into the pitch-dark forest.

Sang saw from a distance that there was a very strange thing leading him. In the darkness, he couldn't see clearly, only a half-human-high silhouette could be seen vaguely, which made people feel eerie.

Just as the ghostly figure disappeared, Sang Yuanyuan heard an incomparably clear shattering sound in his ears.

Just where You Wuming disappeared, King Sangzhou's tower-like body slammed in.

Sang Shizi followed closely, and the eyes of both father and son were burning with rage.

"Daughter!" "Little sister!"

Several palace experts swept into the hall and scattered to check.

Sang Yuanyuan noticed that one of them was carrying a reddish black bow on his back, and the arrows in the quiver were obviously missing a few arrows.

Soon, these high-ranking guards came from the palace four

A few vicious rattles were dug out of the corners. In the southeast corner, a dark secret passage was also found, leading to nowhere.

Sang's father and son supported her from left to right.

"It's Jiang Jinpeng. He ran away when he heard the movement." Sang Yuan complained calmly, "He said he was going to kill me and put the blame on Jiang Jinzhen, because Jiang Jinzhen had killed many people here, just check it out. found."

The guard with the bow on his back frowned: "The assassin I shot is extremely powerful, and he doesn't look like a junior from the Jiang clan. It is impossible for ordinary people to escape after being shot by me."

Sang Yuanyuan sneered: "Oh, I was almost killed, how could I even admit that the murderer was wrong? Could it be that the adults want to put things to rest? If so, let me say it directly, and I will cooperate by myself - the imperial palace guarded by the adults is impregnable, and there will be no tonight. I've never seen anything happen!"

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she couldn't help but startled—since she was sensible, she had never spoken to anyone in such a snarky tone.

Is she covering up for You Wuming, or is she mad at this person for hurting him?

The bow-backed guard was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly bowed his head to plead guilty: "I'll wait for the lack of protection, and I'll ask the emperor to apologize later."

Sang's father and son stared at them coldly, with disgust on their faces.

"Go, don't live in this ghost place!" The family of three strode out of the palace.

The full moon was in the sky, and an iron tower with two thin little animals stood on the spacious corridor blowing the cold wind.

Fang Cai, father and son heard the movement of chasing the assassin outside, so they couldn't rest assured that Sang Yuanyuan went to her residence to check, only to find out that something had happened to her.

The emperor's personal old servant quickly rushed over, and a series of apologies made the king of Sangzhou a little embarrassed. Under the persuasion of Sang Yuanyuan, the father and son died, and entered the inner court with the old servant, and moved into a new house. The hall.

This time, the father and son of King Sangzhou refused to leave Sang Yuan's side without saying anything. She sat on the jade couch to practice, and the father and son stared at them like lanterns, guarding with the pestle beside her.

In fact, Sang Yuanyuan did not enter into meditation.

The appearance of You Wuming before he left kept reverberating in her mind, disturbing her mind.

The bone-piercing arrow on his back, and he said...

'……it is good. ’

What good? what's good?

Shouldn't it be... to respond to the sentence he didn't respond to a few days ago?

On that day, when the war was about to break out, she hid in the carriage, hung her heart, smashed the jade slip, and said to him that when she resolved the contract and divorced, would he come to propose marriage again?

Is it this?

"Father," Sang Shizi said sneakily to King Sangzhou, pressing his voice, "Isn't the little girl of the wood type, why does her face turn red when cultivating? Could it be a fork in the practice?"

"Hey—" Sang Chengyin immediately became anxious, "What should I do then!"

"I'll go back to Fengzhou and ask Feng Bailuan to ask for the wood spirit and jade crystal to use for my little sister."

"Okay," Sang Chengyin decided, "if he doesn't give it, he will grab it, and I will store troops and horses at the gate to respond to you."

Sang Yuanyuan quickly opened his eyes and sighed helplessly: "Father, brother..."

What kind of bandit den did she enter?

...

In the second half of the night, the three servants Yin Sang, who served, took three baths each, using a thick and luxurious incense, and then crossed the white jade bridges and walked towards the emperor's palace.

At this time, there were still a few bright stars hanging in the sky.

In the square, the ceremonial drum wrapped in red cloth was beaten by the golden warriors. Stepping on the sound of the drum, the Sang royal family walked to the main hall.

The situation in Yunjing is somewhat similar to that of Zhou Tianzi's division of feudal lords. In the face of the monarchs of the various states who hold heavy troops, the emperor will not use force to suppress. In terms of etiquette, both parties will do it very well.

The waiter raised his neck with a long voice, and the king of Xuan Sangzhou came to see him.

Sang Yuanyuan followed behind his father and brother, slowly pacing up the fifty white jade steps and stepping onto the wide terrace. I saw a gilt pavilion furnace standing on the left and right sides, smoke curling in the furnace.

The atmosphere was solemn and solemn, and the red sun just happened to probe and sprinkle the first ray of dawn on the earth.

The clear smoke glowed a faint purple-red color, and this scene was even more sacred and solemn.

The main hall is magnificent and golden.

There were hundreds of officials standing on the left and right, and the three Sang Shi did not look sideways as they walked on the carpet path laid in the hall and went straight to the foot of the steps.

After giving the royal ceremony, he slowly raised his head.

I saw a red gold shark gauze hanging down from the top of the hall, and through the gauze mist, the face of the female emperor could only be vaguely glimpsed. I saw she was wearing a golden red dress, her head was in a high bun, she was wearing a red gold heavy crown, and her red lips were like flames. .

"King Sangzhou worked hard."

The Empress's voice was similar to what Sang Yuan had imagined. Solemn and steady, full of majesty, with a heavy tail.

Slightly familiar.

Sang Yuanyuan pondered for a while, unable to recall which seiyuu had ever produced such a textured voice.

The king of Sangzhou put away the rudeness and wildness, and after answering a few words with the empress, he ordered the waiter to present several documents.

In fact, what happened in the western border of Hanzhou, it is impossible to hide the emperor, who has hands and eyes, this time and again, it is just a matter of sympathy and a final result.

No one mentioned what happened last night. This kind of thing is usually not dealt with on the bright side, and Jiang Jinpeng has not been arrested yet, and the emperor is also waiting for news.

After meeting the emperor, a waiter stepped forward and led Sang Yuanyuan out of the main hall.

Women are not eligible to sit in on political affairs.

Sang Yuanyuan was not interested in staying in the hall and listening to Sang Chengyin's awkward Mandarin. She followed behind the waiter and passed through the east of the main hall.

The corridor in front of you, ready to wait in the side hall.

Suddenly the ceremonial drum sounded again behind him.

The long voice of the older waiter spread throughout the front of the hall: "Xuan--King of Hanzhou meets--"

Sang stopped in the distance and turned around, looking away.

Han Shaoling is here? ! It seems that the Sang Chengming affair has come to an end.

Just as Sang Yuanyuan looked back, Han Shaoling felt something, and raised his eyes to the side corridor.

Across the large terrace in front of the hall and most of the corridors, neither of them could see each other's faces clearly.

As if the sights seemed to meet, Han Shaoling was suddenly shocked. He left the waiter who was leading the way, and strode toward the side corridor chasing after him.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

"Princess Sang?" the waiter called her softly.

Sang Yuanyuan quickly turned around and said, "Go to the side hall. I'm tired."

As soon as the door of the hall was closed, the sound of footsteps was heard swiftly approaching, a big hand pressed on the carved wooden door, and the guards at the door of the hall hurriedly stopped it.

"King of Hanzhou, rest is rude!"

Han Shaoling pleaded guilty, and then facing the closed door, he said loudly, "I know it's you! Can you come out and see me?"

This figure haunted his dreams every day, and he only had to see a silhouette to recognize her. With such a flexible and straight spine, there can be no other person besides her.

On the battlefield that day, he threw his face and self-esteem at the feet of this woman and let her trample on her. Facing her, he could only break the jar.

Sang Yuanyuan replied helplessly: "King of Hanzhou, you are too rude."

When she met him on the battlefield, she used falsetto.

Right now.

It's just that I'm afraid I can't hide it today. As soon as he asked the guard outside the door, he would know that the woman hiding in the hall who did not want to see him was the wife he was marrying.

Han Shaoling's voice was a bit low: "I thought that I would never meet again in this life. Today, it is indeed abrupt."

Sang Yuanyuan sighed and discussed with him: "Why don't the King of Hanzhou take care of Heli first?"

Han Shaoling's figure shook violently. What is she implying? !

His tone was a little light: "I am in Beijing this time to deal with this matter."

"Then go quickly." Sang Yuan Yuan urged.

"Okay!" Han Shaoling really turned around and went away.

He rushed over with a burst of blood, and at this moment he knew something was wrong.

Thinking that the person he was thinking about was actually concerned about him and Li, and he felt that the road under his feet seemed to float.

Even if he is blamed by the emperor, he is still worthy.

He had never felt this way before.

In the dark, there seems to be some traction, getting closer and closer to him...

Sang Yuanyuan waited anxiously.

At three poles of the sun, the meeting between the emperor and the two kings finally came to an end.

King Sangzhou and his son came to the side hall under the guidance of the waiter, and their smiles were a little unnatural. Obviously, the matter of Sang Chengming still caused the father and son to eat and hang.

The rebellious Sang Chengming had nowhere to go, and he took all his confidants and jumped into the abyss. He died without proof, and this incident became a headless koan for a while.

"Little sister, let's go." Sang Shizi said, "Then Han Shaoling is waiting for you in the apse, so I'll go to break up with him - little sister shouldn't be soft-hearted, right? We must not show weakness in front of him, he is that person. , it's really not a good thing."

The king of Sangzhou waved his hand: "It's okay, no matter how good he is, Han Shaoling is only one. When you go back to your father, he will choose a son-in-law for you, pick ten or eight of him, and win by quantity, hehehe..."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

She sighed: "How could I go back on it, I'm just worried about some young moths on his side..."

When he mentioned this, Sang Shizi raised two beautiful eyebrows and said, "You are really too naive, little girl, do you think this Han Shaoling still has lingering affection for you? No, he can't wait to get rid of you. The appearance of the relationship between old and dead is really maddening!"

"Let's go," Sang Yuanyuan sighed softly, "On the way, I will talk to my brother in detail."

The two brothers and sisters walked around the back porch under the guidance of the waiter, and came to the apse where the emperor received his ministers and dealt with complicated affairs.

Before stepping into the hall, I heard Han Shaoling's firm voice: "The emperor does not need to persuade any more, there is no room for change in this matter. Since the princess of the Sang family is safe and sound, please ask the emperor to quickly summon her to break the front line. I won't change my mind."

Sang Shizi stepped into the hall first, and after passing the king's ceremony, he sneered: "The king of Hanzhou said it as if my Sang family wanted to rely on you. Today, in front of the emperor, I put my words down without getting too close. ——Who wants to go back on it, pigs and dogs are better!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Until today, she didn't know that this brother's name was actually called Sang Bujin.

The quality of the name of the old couple of the Sang family cannot be complimented.

When Han Shaoling was provoked by him, he also laughed: "Sang Shizi doesn't need to talk about animals. This is what you mean by Sangzhou, whether you are trying to get hold of it or retreating to advance, in short, Heli I have signed the book, and there is no reason to regret it. Whether it is me or you."

He chuckled lightly, and continued to say in a distant and polite tone: "The princess of the Sang family has an extraordinary beauty. Even if she gets married for the second time, there must be a lot of noble sons and grandchildren who come to ask for marriage. You don't need to worry about the rest of your life."

Saying this, it automatically lowered Sang Yuan by a notch. This is the wife of the monarch, and if she remarrys, she can only take second place.

Sang Shizi narrowed his beautiful eyes slightly: "Then you really don't need to worry about it."

Han Shaoling smiled: "Why is Princess Sang so late..."

The wind swept back, and happened to see the woman in white saluting.

"I have seen the emperor."

The female emperor sat behind the large black and gold desk, and the golden red clothes went to the left and right sides.

The most beautiful and gorgeous, but without the slightest charm, I saw Zhuang Su.

The female emperor's red lips slightly opened, and she said slowly: "Such a peerless beauty, the King of Hanzhou, you are also willing."

San Yuan couldn't help but startled again.

She must have heard this voice somewhere.

Han Shaoling's gaze casually fell on Sang Yuanyuan.

At that moment, Sang Yuanyuan witnessed what it meant by five thunders.

I saw that the young king's cheeks were densely covered with chicken skin, the hair on his temples stood upright, his eyes widened, the corners of his mouth trembled, and he glanced at her up and down.

The haunted figure gradually overlapped with the beautiful woman in front of her.

Sang Yuanyuan smiled politely at him: "The King of Hanzhou has already responded to me, and naturally he will not go back on it."

"Okay," the Empress said regretfully, "Since the two sides have made up their minds, I won't persuade them any more, so let's just do it."

She nodded lightly, and saw that the waiter bowed forward, took the marriage deed and concentric deed that she had placed under Jin Kou's long armor, and presented them to Han Shaoling and Sang Yuanyuan.

A small fire gold sword is placed between the deeds, as long as it is used to cut two deeds, they will be automatically burned, ending everything.

"How, how could it be you..." Han Shaoling was shaky.

Isn't the woman he was thinking about in his heart a lifeless woman? How could it be Sang Yuanyuan? On Sang Yuanyuan, there is a consensus! How could she be a lifeless woman? ! You Wuming didn't touch her? how can that be!

Sang Yuanyuan smiled politely: "The king of Hanzhou is a real hero. Even if he has decided to part with me, he will always protect each other on the battlefield. I understand this friendship. Sangzhou and Hanzhou are not married. In the future, we will watch and help each other, and jointly protect the peace of the cloud world."

Han Shaoling shook his head in disbelief.

Sang Yuanyuan approached with a smile, took his hand without any hesitation, and placed it on the small fire-gold sword together.

He was resisting, his calloused hands retracted involuntarily.

But that soft little hand firmly covered the back of half of his hand, not allowing him to retreat at all.

His heart twitched wildly, and he stared at her in disbelief.

In his memory, Sang Yuanyuan was the same as Meng Wuyou. They were both delicate and weak women, the kind of delicate flowers who were a little hypocritical and needed to be taken care of.

How could she have such a flexible and straight spine?

She is the Queen of Sangzhou! How could it be that on the battlefield, with a knife in hand, he was so mixed in with a group of soldiers and cut down the head of the demon? !

Aren't you startled when you see a little blood? !

He really had no way to associate the dignified and weak Princess Sang in his memory with the tough and straight figure.

Just now, he even thought she was the female general sent by the emperor to assassinate You.

"I……"

The little hand was already pulling him, and the tip of the Huojin Xiaojian was placed on the marriage contract.

The female emperor laughed and said, "King of Hanzhou, are you soft-hearted? Not to mention you, even me, I also feel that this little sword is more than ten thousand miles heavy. Repenting at this moment can be regarded as reining in the precipice."

Han Shaoling pursed his lips tightly.

"laugh--"

The marriage deed is ignited by golden fire.

Han Shaoling turned his back on the guest, and held Sang Yuanyuan's small hand with his backhand. Blue veins appeared on the back of his broad hand. He took her and slashed the marriage contract very heavily, dividing one into two.

She couldn't help but turn her head to look at him.

Then I saw the young king's thin lips pursed tightly, his face full of determination.

He lowered his eyelids and stared at the deed lit by the golden fire.

He still held her hand tightly.

"If I go back now, I will make you look down on your life." He said with difficulty, "When the princess returns to Sang, Han Shaoling will sincerely ask for marriage again."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

I have to admit, this scene is quite romantic. The shards of golden fire floated up, reflecting the handsome face of the other party. His eyes were bright and serious.

It is obvious that they are getting divorced, but there is an inexplicable illusion of promising a lifetime.

The corners of Han Shaoling's lips curled into a smile, and neatly pressed the tip of the Huojin Xiaojian against the concentricity.

"On the day of the concluding agreement, what I want in my heart is only the beautiful and unparalleled princess of the Sang family."

The tip of the sword crossed, and the Qibo ignited.

"Under the contract today, I know why I am heartbroken."

He held her tightly.

It wasn't just him who was affected by the concentric deed. At the moment when the deed was cut open, she also felt a strange sourness gushing out of her heart.

Han Shaoling apparently mistook it for love again.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and he clenched her hand painfully.

"Princess Sang, please have pity. If you marry again in the future, give me a chance to compete fairly with others."

Han Shaoling didn't believe that Sang Yuanyuan would have a good impression of You Wuming. In the eighteen states of the Cloud Realm, he, Han Shaoling, is still the first choice of husband-in-law.

"King of Hanzhou, I will consider it." Sang Yuanyuan nodded politely, "Can you let go?"

At this moment, if she said anything of kindness and justice, it would seem that she still cares about nostalgia and is angry with him.

Her calmness made Han Shaoling's eyes add another layer of heartbreak.

He clearly realized that this woman didn't care about his affairs at all, his old relationship, and his worry-free dreams had no influence on her at all.

He was still holding her hand, like the last straw.

Sang Shizi stepped forward and opened his fingers one by one.

The phalanx was white, and he looked at the few red finger marks he pressed on the back of her hand greedily.

"Now that we have reconciled, why do we pretend to make these gestures again?" Sang Shizi sneered, "The words "play hard to catch, retreat to advance", the King of Hanzhou should keep it for himself! So as not to make people see jokes."

Han Shaoling smiled miserably, his black eyes fixed on Sang Yuanyuan's face.

The female emperor was delighted: "Since ancient times, heroes have been saddened by Beauty Pass. King of Hanzhou, I really don't understand. Why do you have to learn to cherish it after losing it?"

"It's all my fault." Han Shaoling bowed his head.

"Forget it," the empress's red lips that were moist and full, and dipped in danzhi slightly raised, "when I was young, it was fun to play around. I'll see, who is the good boy who will eventually be able to Seek beauty back."

She lightly tapped her forehead with her fingertips, and the three of Han Shaoling wisely retired.

In front of Han Shaoling, Sang Yuanyuan did not show a happy look. She and Sang Shizi were chatting leisurely, but she didn't know that Han Shaoling was following behind him in despair.

Han Shaoling escorted the Sang brothers and sisters to the palace where King Sangzhou temporarily lived.

The concord has been destroyed, but the scar seems to be branded on his heart.

Those empty places are full of regrets.

If he pays more attention to her and doesn't touch the dream of worry-free, will the cloud that floats farther and farther in front of him fall into his palm so coolly and coolly?

Recalling the past, the unwillingness in his heart came like a tsunami. How could he be willing to let go of such a good woman?

Seeing the large wooden door with carved flowers and floor closing in front of him, he slowly clenched his fists and made a fierce determination.

"Go, make a half gilded mask and smear it on Meng Wuyou's face. You don't have to come back to see me until it's done."

Han Shaoling had a vague feeling that Meng Wuyou seemed to have received some kind of special protection, and it was extremely difficult to hurt her. Facing that woman, he would always be inexplicably bewitched and rolled onto the bed without knowing it.

So he sent Han Da. A natural killing tool without any emotion.

...

When the lord of the state entered the Tiandu for an audience, it took three days to complete the whole complicated etiquette.

During these three days, Sang Yuan would see Han Shaoling from time to time.

He was a lot haggard, and if it wasn't for all kinds of sacrifices, he probably wouldn't even be able to shave his stubble. Sometimes he stared at her from a distance, and as soon as she looked back, he hurriedly stopped.

On the third day, the two kings bid farewell to the emperor and left Jingtian Palace.

When he stepped out of Tiandu, he saw Han Shaoling standing in the middle of the road, with his arms outstretched, blocking Sangzhou's carriages and horses.

"My nephew," Sangzhou King Fuxu laughed, "although you have said good things in front of the emperor these past few days to excuse me, and I will accept your love, but if it is about the little girl, then I can only say that love can't help you. La!"

The Sang's father and son were refreshed.

They were reluctant to marry Sang Yuanyuan to Hanzhou. It would be fine if she and Han Shaoling had a good life. Now that the trouble is like this, the father and son can't wait to hide Xiao Sangguo at home immediately and stop letting these boys Take a second look.

Han Shaoling's lips curled into a small smile: "I didn't want to see the princess. It's the two I'm looking for, please see—"

He turned to his side to get out of the carriage behind him.

I saw two personal guards lift the curtain of the car, drag a woman who was holding her mouth out of the car, and escort it to the Sang family.

Sangzhou King's eyes narrowed slightly.

This woman's face was covered with half a golden mask, and the remaining half, her eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips, was far similar to Sang.

"What do you mean by nephew?" asked Wang Youyou of Sangzhou.

Han Shaoling tilted his head, and a guard stepped forward and tilted the corner of the mask.

I saw that the mask had been scorched into the flesh and could no longer be taken off.

Sang's father and son, who were used to seeing blood, didn't feel much, but sighed in their hearts, this Han Shaoling was really ruthless and accomplished a great thing.

Han Shaoling waved his hand, making Meng Wuyou escorted back.

He smiled gently: "In the future, when I compete with others for the princess, I will also look to the king of Sangzhou and the prince of Sang, don't remember this deduction."

After saying that, he nodded lightly and turned to leave.

The back is very neat and neat.

"This kid, this kid..." King Sangzhou pointed at Han Shaoling's figure, and didn't say a complete sentence for a while.

Sang Shizi frowned two beautiful eyebrows: "I look at his expression, and I really regret it. As talented as Han Shaoling, it is really hard to find a second one. I am afraid that my little sister will be soft-hearted and be deceived by him. go."

"Hey," Sangzhou Wang smiled, "he also has to be able to meet people. Let's go, go home!"

Three messengers were waiting by the road.

When the royal family enters and leaves the capital, the emperor will send messengers to accompany him. The total number of messengers is no more than ten people, all of them are in the spirit and glory realm, and they are equipped with unique skills. Unless they encounter a regular army who dares to openly rebel, they are enough to escort anyone to any place safely.

The Sang family crossed Jiangzhou.

Seeing that he was about to reach the border of Sangzhou, he suddenly saw black waves surging on the horizon, and in a short while, a fierce army with iron armor was like wind and thunder.

It got close!

The flag is swaggering, quiet.

King Sangzhou and his son looked solemn. Since You Wuming dares to rush into Jiangzhou's territory, he probably won't have any more scruples!

At this moment, Lingu is chatting with Sang Yuanyuan. It is about how Han Shaoling took over the burden of his deceased father at the age of 18 or 9, and carried the banner of Hanzhou with his immature shoulders.

Ling Gu was quite emotional: "The King of Hanzhou is indeed an unparalleled hero, but unfortunately in the word love, he is still a little naive and not stable enough."

Sang Yuanyuan smiled and shook his head: "It's not that he is unstable, it's just that he didn't take women seriously."

Linggu said: "He lost his mother in his early years, and his father's two little wives always wanted to pull him down and support his concubine son... Growing up in such an environment since childhood, it is inevitable that he has cultivated a hard-hearted heart."

"I don't blame him." Sang Yuanyuan leaned over and patted Ling Gu's hand, "Mother and his father are blood relatives, Sang and Han Ben are brothers, Ling Gu can feel at ease, I will persuade my father and brother, never stop. There will be a rift with Hanzhou."

Ling Gu was filled with emotion: "Princess... You really have grown up! Now that the King of Hanzhou has ruined the appearance of the enchanting girl, does the princess consider giving him a chance?"

Sang Yuanyuan shook his head slightly.

She talked to someone else.

A faint smile appeared on the corners of her lips, and before the smile stretched, she frowned again.

She remembered the location of the arrow.

Look very close to the heart.

The curtain of the car was lifted, and Sang Shizi looked solemnly: "Linggu, take the little sister to go first. Youzhou army, kill it!"

Sang Yuanyuan's heart skipped a beat.

Is he so blatantly robbing people? ! Didn't he promise her? Did something happen again?

She got out of the car in a hurry, and saw that the iron cavalry from the north was approaching, and it would not be long before they ran over their small team.

The three messengers have stepped forward.

It is their duty to escort the Sang royal family to return to Sang safely.

Even if there are thousands of troops, they must be at the forefront.

"You Wuming dares to move the messenger of heaven?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw that the wave of black iron had wrapped the three messengers, and the Taoist spirits shook and exploded. The three messengers were like big insects that fell into the ant colony, and they were drowned in an instant. Struggling and tossing among the armies.

They could easily crush the cultivators and the beasts in the cloud, but Ant Duo killed the elephant, and the teams of iron cavalry kept running over and over again, and the three messengers gradually showed their defeat.

"Go! You Wuming is going to turn against you!" Sang Shizi glared angrily and instructed Ling Gu, "Let's go first with my little sister!"

"No!" Sang Yuanyuan said, "I can't go."

Ahead, the battle is drawing to a close. Even if you want to go, you can't go very far. If she were to leave, the Sang family would probably suffer worse!

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Finally, the three receiving messengers were outnumbered and fell completely.

And the iron cavalry of thousands of people was dragged by these three strong men of Lingyao realm for nearly a stick of incense, and it lost 30%!

Like an army of locusts, bang rushed to the front and surrounded Sang's team.

"According to the order of the lord, take the princess of the Sang family into the palace." The head of the man was expressionless, "The rest...not a single one!"

He raised his hand and saw countless iron crossbows pointing directly at the Sang family!

The hundred guards used their iron tower-like bodies to build a line of defense, protecting the Sang royal family in the middle.

"I heard that the king of Sangzhou loves his daughter as his life. If you don't want the princess to be accidentally injured, you will hand her over, and I will keep her safe."

The King of Sangzhou laughed angrily: "You Wuming is going to reverse it!"

Youjun general smiled lightly: "I count three, three..."

Sang's father and son were waiting to step forward desperately, only to hear a clear and clear voice behind them.

"What the King of Youzhou wants is the living Queen Sang."

Everyone looked at them together, and saw the petite figure standing upright, holding an ordinary dagger for peeling fruit in his hand, which was placed on his neck.

Standing in the wind, she pressed the dagger against her skin without hesitation.

Then I saw a blood line that quickly opened.

"Little sister!" "Daughter!"

Sang Yuanyuan stared into the eyes of the enemy general: "Either let my father and brother go, or we all die here together."

The other party obviously hesitated for a while: "King Sangzhou and Sang Shizi, at least one must stay..."

Sang Yuanyuan cut the dagger halfway through the arc.

She could even feel her pulse beating against the blade.

"Will you let people go?!"

The leader's eyes flashed, and he finally said gloomily, "Let them go."

You Jun gave way.

"daughter……"

"Go," Sang Yuanyuan said calmly, "don't force my hands to shake."

Sangzhou Wang Lao burst into tears, was dragged by Sang Shizi, and turned back three steps and left the siege of the You Army.

After King Sangzhou and his party completely disappeared from the horizon, Sang Yuanyuan held on for a long time before lowering his hands wearily.

The dagger fell to the ground.

"Princess Sang, offended."

The man in the lead caught her on the Yunjian Beast, and led the cavalry to roll to the north.

She sat upright.

The neck was burning with pain, the blood had coagulated, and it was glued into the collar, which was indescribably sticky.

Tired and uncomfortable.

Her heart dropped slightly, and she even hoped that these Youjun were pretending to be from Han Shaoling, but they were actually going to take her to Hanzhou.

It's a pity that they crossed the border of Jiangzhou straight and marched north, without the slightest intention of going westward to Hanzhou.

Soon, the You Army passed through a Jiangzhou frontier that had been completely breached, and entered Youzhou smoothly.

Really lifeless.

She was a little sad. She felt that she was really stupid. That man told her again and again that he was not a good person, but she foolishly thought that he was just being hard-mouthed and soft-hearted.

Where is he a good man?

How could she forget that You Wuming is a lunatic who can introduce the ghosts into the heaven. What's so strange about such a lunatic who commits murder and kidnapping.

She thought to herself, now that she is no longer bound by the contract, if he wants, she will follow him and coax him. He killed the three messengers, and Tiandu will definitely not give up. He just needs to wait quietly for the opportunity, and his father and brother will do their best to save people.

With a certain mind, she closed her eyes and adjusted her breath, and used the wood spirit to heal the trauma on her body.

It's just that there is a little pain in the bottom of my heart, it seems to be hurt, but it doesn't seem to be hurt.

The army passed through every pass.

Three days later, they arrived at Youdu.

Youzhou people use a kind of heavy dark blue stone to build their houses. During the day, they feel the vicissitudes of life. At night, the moonlight reflects the miserable white, and it looks a bit like a legendary ghost town.

All the people in Youzhou are soldiers, and the atmosphere is very different from other places.

The general sent her straight to the royal city.

He held her and stood waiting downstairs at the tall dark green gate.

Sang Yuan looked down, staring at a small grass root floating on the ground. It's tenacious, poking out a little through the cracks in the bluestone floor tiles.

alive. To live. No matter what, if you live, you will find a way out.

At this moment, she saw the small grass root hook her head towards her.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." This must be an illusion.

Immediately, a small, slightly vague voice entered her ears.

"Didn't the governor command that one of the Sang's father and son must die, and now both of them have run away, will it ruin the plan?"

Another person replied: "No way, Sang Nu can't die. Only if she is alive, You Wuming will admit this bad debt."

Sang Yuanyuan's heart was suddenly startled.

She sighed and glanced at the general standing beside her out of the corner of her eye.

This person seemed to have heard nothing, with a pair of eyeballs staring straight at the inner side of the city gate, and there was no slight expression on his face.

Sang Yuan's heart was beating wildly.

So... can she hear distant sounds through the plants in the ground? !

No wonder she heard the short-lived scratching the wall across so many gates—not even You Wuming.

Is it because there are a lot of blood vines climbing on that rotten ground?

She suppressed her disturbed breathing and pretended to look back inadvertently. In the direction from which the voice came, two people were indeed looking at her from a distance.

She remembered that one was a lieutenant general and the other was a military division.

What do they mean by this? !

At this moment, a slender figure galloped over riding a cloud beast. It was the leader of the Shadow Guard. Sang Yuan had heard You Wuming call him Agu.

"General Agu, my subordinate Lin Tianping, was ordered to take back Princess Sang, fortunately not to be disgraced."

Agu frowned, his eyes hesitantly fell on Sang Yuanyuan's face.

Just as he was about to speak, a snow-white shadow suddenly jumped down from the three-zhang-high roof ridge, and gently landed in front of Sang Yuanyuan.

It raised its head and snorted with excitement.

Sang Yuan touched the tip of his short-lived nose, took two quick steps, and approached Agu.

Agu's expression froze, and he subconsciously took a half step back.

Sang Yuanyuan asked softly, "Is he really going to arrest me?"

Agu's brows furrowed even tighter. He obviously slowed down and said coldly, "Your lord is waiting, please come with me."

Sang Yuanyuan glanced at the guards around him from the corner of his eye, and said nothing more.

Short-lived short limbs, motioned Sang to climb up on its back far away.

Agu pulled the corner of his lower lip unnaturally and said, "The battle cavalry between Queen Sang and the lord is very fateful."

The two cloud beasts ran towards the inner court.

The royal city was also built with that kind of hard dark blue boulders, which looked extremely vicissitudes.

After a short life, he ran wild, and quickly left Agu behind.

Arriving outside a heavily guarded palace, he turned his head in a short-lived grievance, blinked his black eyes, and looked at Sang Yuanyuan dejectedly. That means it can't even get in.

Agu hurried over and signaled the guards on both sides to open the palace gate.

As soon as he stepped into the vestibule, Sang Yuanyuan felt that the atmosphere was extremely heavy. Almost all the shadow guards were here, with a nervous expression, as if he was guarding against foreign enemies, and he seemed to be afraid of what would happen in the hall. They gathered under the cloister, jumping around, more like a group of monkeys than they were at the outer wall.

When the palace gate was closed, Agu looked solemn and looked at Sang Yuanyuan.

"If the lord ordered to invite Princess Sang before he fell unconscious, then please prepare for the burial."

Sang Yuanyuan's heart froze, and he understood. Something happened to You Wuming, the Shadow Guard blocked the news and did not call outside

face to know.

Sure enough, how could he be safe from such a heavy arrow?

She also regarded him as a fairy.

Therefore, those people must not have been sent by You Wuming.

She calmly said: "General Agu, please take control of that army quickly, they must not be under the orders of the King of Youzhou. I heard them talking privately, referring to the 'supervisor' and saying that they want to blame the King of Youzhou. They beheaded three Tiandu envoys, and they want to attack my father and brother-General, please do it as soon as possible, lest the evidence be destroyed!"

Agu's expression changed slightly.

Sang Yuanyuan said: "General, you should know that I have a good hearing."

Agu nodded, an awkward smile floated on the corner of his lips, patted the head of the cloud beast under his seat, and said, "I'll go to investigate thoroughly. Xiao Wu Xiao Liu, take Princess Sang down to rest."

"I want to see him!" Sang Yuanyuan stopped him.

Agu looked a little hesitant.

There were waves in her eyes: "He has saved me many times, and I will not hurt him."

Agu subconsciously wanted to refuse.

Xiao Wu bit his nails and said, "Didn't the doctor say that if someone who cares about the Lord calls him, he might wake up even more."

He squeezed his nose at Sang from a distance.

Agu pondered for a moment: "Follow, what happened to your lord, I killed you alive."

"Hey!" Xiaowu jumped in front of Sang Yuanyuan like a monkey, bowed his waist, and made a gesture like the second shopkeeper, "Princess, please."

Sang looked at him from a distance.

I saw a huge fake smile on this young face.

She stared at him for a while, then he couldn't hold back, his smile trembled and then collapsed.

Become a monkey that doesn't cry as long as it doesn't cry.

The monkey pursed his lips tightly, turned his head sideways, and said awkwardly: "Hurry in and take a look, I'm afraid I won't be able to see a living person after a while!"

Sang Yuanyuan picked up the hem of her skirt and hurried up the steps.

"How did it hurt?"

Xiao Wudao: "I was hit with a poisonous palm and an arrow, which hurt my heart. I have been in a coma for nine days."

Sang Yuanyuan remembered his face.

So white, white to transparent. How could she think he was really okay? He is so capable!

The door of the hall was opened, and a strong smell of blood mixed with the smell of medicine lingered in the hall.

Xiao Wu led Sang far to the inner hall, and saw Wuming lying quietly on the large sapphire bed, with his chest half exposed, wrapped in a muslin cloth wrapped with herbs.

The blood seeped through the herbs and the muslin, shockingly.

"You go down first." Xiao Wu waved his hand.

The two white-browed old healers with calm faces retreated outside the hall.

"It is said in the book that only those close to him can wake up a comatose person." The veteran general sniffed, "I lied to Brother Agu, but the doctor didn't say that at all."

"Is your lord tired?" he whispered, "Why did he turn back when he could have left easily?"

Sang Yuanyuan had already walked to the bed.

Why go back?

After the doctor checked the pulse, he forgot to cover him with the quilt, and half of his hand was exposed, so white that it was bloodless.

She took that hand lightly.

His hands are large and there are calluses in them, especially where he holds the knife.

She hid his hand back under the quilt and looked at his face.

In such a quiet sleep, the eyelashes appear particularly long. The person who had been in a coma for a few days, as if he hadn't slept enough, was turning blue now.

"You Wuming, you can't die." She sat on the head of the bed and said in a low voice, "If you die, who will conquer the world? Isn't Jiang's country going to sit for thousands of years?"

Hearing this, Xiao Wu, who was standing beside him scratching his head and scratching his cheeks, suddenly shivered.

He couldn't help but interject: "You and your lord are truly a match made in heaven!"

The first hello to a good couple when they meet is a madman who rebels against the great cause!

Sang Yuanyuan looked back at the time to answer, and the back of his hand suddenly hurt.

She was startled, looked down, and saw a miserable white hand sticking out of the cloud quilt and grabbing her, so strong that it seemed to tear her hand alive.

The hoarse voice was slightly panting, and came in a low voice: "I'm dead? Xiao Sangguo, don't even think about it."

"Master!!!" Xiao Wu almost jumped onto the roof beam.

Sang Yuanyuan followed the sound and saw that Sleeping Beauty had opened her eyes as promised, a pair of bottomless black eyes flashing a fierce smile.

As soon as he woke up, the weakness on his body seemed to be afraid of him, and he disappeared in an instant.

"Take her to wash, she's dirty." You Wuming said with great disgust.

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