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

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While Sang Yuan was playing with the short life in the snow, Sang Bujin suddenly approached and asked You Wuming in a low voice: "It was the first time for you and my sister, that, after that, did she ignore you?"

You Wuming: "..."

A pair of dark eyeballs slowly turned.

After a long while, he chuckled softly: "How is it possible, she loves me to death."

His eyes flickered slightly, hiding his guilt.

Sang Bujin looked even more depressed. His head fell between his knees, his hands clasped behind his head.

You Wuming was not much better than him, he bent one leg, rested his elbow on his knee, rubbed his forehead slantingly, rolled his eyes from side to side, and kept making up his mind.

Sang Bujin didn't notice any abnormality of You Wuming.

He raised his eyes in a daze, looked at his younger sister who had rolled into a ball with her short life in the snowdrifts, and said, "Now I also understand why you and your younger sister cannot be separated - you can rest assured to propose marriage to your father, I'll speak well for you. Now that things have come to this point, we men have to take responsibility."

You Wuming slowly turned his eyes to him.

Sang Bujin sighed: "There are no elders on Yun Xuzhou, and she doesn't have any friends. When I ask for a kiss, you can help me."

Dare to love is mutual benefit.

You Wuming couldn't help laughing: "Small thing."

He leaned forward, stretched out his long arms, and hooked Sang Bujin's neck.

"Tell me what happened to you, it's too fast, it's definitely not good. Tell me what's wrong, and I'll teach you!" You Wuming said shamelessly.

It's a pity that Sang Yuanyuan and Diansheng were having a good time, and didn't hear the pig's trotters playing tricks on her own cheap brother, otherwise she would definitely grab him off the hood and rub that abominable handsome face into the snowdrift!

Sang Bujin hesitated for a while: "It's... too excited, right? I didn't think about it that much. At that time, I didn't care about the length of time."

You Wuming rolled his eyes and recorded them one by one. In my heart, I must think more about it when the time comes, don't get excited, what's so exciting, oh, that's all.

"You can't do this." He said boldly, "In less than half an hour, are you still called a man?"

Sang Bujin: "...half an hour! How is it possible!"

Sang Bujin was truly shocked. When he first tasted the taste of love, he felt at this moment that Banzhuxiang was so out of reach.

"What's impossible?" You Wuming sneered disdainfully, "I..."

Sang Yuanyuan happened to come over on a short-lived ride.

She was really taken aback - the cheap brother actually had his head close to You Wuming and looked at each other in a very intimate way. Is the sun coming out from the west? Usually when these two people meet, isn't it like two fighting cocks?

"What are you talking about?" she asked curiously, tilting her head up.

I saw that Sang Bujin's face turned into a pig's liver color with a 'swipe', You Wuming grinned wickedly, and said, "Tell me about marrying you."

Sang Yuan didn't quite believe it, and turned his head to look at Sang Bujin.

Sang Bujin circled his hands embarrassedly, put it on his lips and coughed lightly, saying, "Yes. Little sister, although I am not so satisfied with You Wuming, since things have come to this point, I naturally understand that you are not him. If you don't want to marry, I will explain it to your father later, so you don't have to worry about it."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." I just licked the dog for a while, why does it feel like I've missed a few episodes of the series again?

She looked at You Wuming and intuitively told her that this dog man must have said something strange to Sang Bujin.

"Let's go!" You Wuming happily jumped off the hull of the car, landed on Shorty's back, pulled the reins, and took the lead in running forward.

Short-lived hooves.

The ice and snow road was slippery, and every now and then, it would face forward on all fours, squeaking far and wide on the ice, leaning its chubby body and drifting through the bends with difficulty.

You Wuming smiled happily.

When he reached the unmanned curve, his flame wings spread out, and he flew up from the back of the short life, swept to its front, flapped the pair of wings, and proudly took his chin toward the short life.

The short-lived limbs leaned forward, and a pair of eyes stared round: "Ouu???"

Who can tell it, when did the owner become a fluttering moth?

Enough of the madness, the two people and one beast returned to the team of Sang Bujin, You Wuming got into the car honestly, and continued to deal with the unextinguished fire in his body. In front of Sang Bujin, it showed that it was a professional combat cavalry.

Speechless all the way.

From Xiaojiang to the west, through Zhaozhou, through Fengzhou, and then successfully arrived at Sangzhou.

It took nine days.

In the past nine days, the orange flames in You Wuming's eyes have become less frequent, and when the light wings are unfolded, the open flame has turned into a dark flame. Sang Yuan knew that if he gave him some time, he would be able to completely 'digest' this inextinguishable fire.

‘You Wuming, I gave you a new life, understand? Without me, where would you be today! ' Occasionally, when she looked at his focused face, she would think so secretly and viciously in her heart.

After thinking about it for a while, I couldn't help laughing secretly while I was alone.

In the past nine days, although her cultivation level has not improved, she is still in the fourth level of Lingming Realm, but her ability to control Mu Lingyun has reached a new level and is even more consummate. The emptiness of the spiritual essence caused by the sudden two-level upgrade has also been filled by her—you Wuming

After bringing the fire, he burned many of his wood spirits. These extremely pure wood spirits came out like mist, and they were all cheaper for Sang Yuan.

Everything is getting better.

Stepping into the boundary of Sangzhou, you will be surrounded by lush green.

There are two kinds of mulberry trees in Sangzhou, one is the very common mulberry, which bears red and purple mulberries. The other is a low ground lying on the ground, like a potato vine, which is planted neatly one mu and one mu. The artificially raised light blue ice silkworms crawl around in the dwarf mulberries. , flickering with a little icy blue light, as if strayed into a silk wonderland.

Sang Yuanyuan has never heard of any mulberry tree that crawls on the ground like potatoes, but the strange thing is that when she saw this scene for the first time, a strong sense of familiarity floated in her heart.

A familiar sense of sight.

This place seems to have been there before. The last time she passed through the border of Sangzhou, she just passed by the border far away. At that time, her life was still hanging in You Wuming's hands. She only glanced at it and knew that it was a green place.

Today, when she came into closer contact with the land of Sangzhou, she felt a strange nostalgia in her heart.

There are such short mulberries all over the mountains and plains. The beautiful Sangzhou Weaver Girl sat under the tall mulberries spinning silk, humming a melodious tune.

San Yuan sang along with them unconsciously.

I don't know when, Sang Bujin secretly changed someone to drive the car. He got into the car, sat quietly, and looked at his sister, who was dazed and sang Sang songs unconsciously.

His eyes gradually became moist.

At the end of the song, Sang Yuanyuan suddenly recovered, seeing Sang Bujin and You Wuming both staring at her.

"Um?"

You Wuming chuckled: "Xiao Sangguo, you are out of tune!"

Sang Bujin was in a hurry but stopped his head and smiled in a low voice: "I haven't heard a little girl sing a song for many years. Little girl, do you know that your tune is poisonous, and I heard you sing like this before. After that, big brother, I can't find the real tone again!"

San was stunned.

So she and the original body, even out of tune, run the same style?

She looked at Sang Tian outside the car window again.

It still feels so familiar.

‘Could it be that coming to the old place inspired the memory of this body? ' she thought to herself.

Thinking of seeing the wife of King Sangzhou soon, she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

When the daughter is old, she will not be too close to her father and brother. Men are careless, and they can barely get away with amnesia as an excuse, but as a mother, who would not recognize their own children? What will happen then?

As of now, it can only be natural.

While she was thinking about it, the convoy had already rolled into Sandu.

The city of Sangzhou is different from other places. The city was built with a kind of gray-white masonry, and the city was full of high mulberries, and on the gray-white masonry, there were many dwarf mulberries that climbed like creepers-they could draw nutrients from the gray-white bricks, The sloughs and feces left by the ice silkworm condensed into a solid amber shape, filling the gaps in the masonry.

A very strange symbiotic relationship.

Mrs. Sang had already greeted her.

The bear-like King Sangzhou carefully supported her, and when she saw the motorcade drive into the city from afar, Mrs. Sang's petite body began to sway.

When she got close, Mrs. Sang lost her voice in excitement, her body trembled, and she stared at Sang Yuanyuan with a good eyeball.

When he saw Mrs. Sang's appearance, the anxiety in Sang Yuanyuan's heart disappeared in an instant.

She was stunned.

A familiar feeling surged in her heart, and she unconsciously called out, "Auntie."

Tears fell, and she didn't know it at all, and walked towards the thin middle-aged woman in a daze.

The mother and daughter look somewhat similar. When they came to one place, Mrs. Sang shook her hands and grabbed Sang Yuanyuan.

At this moment, Sang Yuan's mind went blank.

What acting skills, what a guilty conscience, what a fake, what was uncovered, all flew out of the sky, just like after staying in the field for more than half a year, when I came home from vacation and looked at my busy parents, I felt like I hadn't seen each other for a long time, and I felt like I was separated from them. It's just yesterday.

After a long time, Mrs. Sang suddenly covered her mouth and whimpered.

"My little mulberry!"

"Hey!" King Sangzhou grabbed his wife's shoulder and said, "I know how to cry and cry, who said that the girl doesn't care about you, so she has to be beaten when you meet?! Ha! Why do you call the girl a little girl when you meet? Here comes the name! You haven’t called it that way in years, and you’re not too tired of it!”

Mrs. Sang raised her eyebrows, and a murderous eye knife floated over.

The king of Sangzhou suddenly turned into a quail.

Sang Bujin had quietly resumed his men's clothing on the way. He walked over in a dignified manner and said, "Father and Mother, go back and talk again, You Wuming is also here."

Hearing this name, King Sangzhou and Mrs. Sang couldn't help but change their expressions slightly and looked behind him.

You Wuming smiled warmly like a spring breeze.

He finally did not call his father-in-law and mother-in-law directly, but gave a royal family-standard greeting, and said with a warm smile, "King Sangzhou, Mrs. Sang, You Wuming is polite."

The Sang family returned the gift in earnest.

Although on the road, Sang Bujin had already told the two elders about the matter, but he saw the most terrifying lunatic and lunatic in the Eighteen Cloud Regions walking by his side like an honest son-in-law. There was a bit of inability to accept it.

Sang walked beside Mrs. Sang far away, glanced at him secretly from the corner of the eye, and saw that he was walking in a decent manner, that one.

His body, demeanor and temperament, he has the style of a king, and he is humble, gentle and polite. He is really a movie king.

Mrs. Sang held Sang Yuanyuan's hand from time to time.

As if afraid of losing her.

"Little Sangguo," Mrs. Sang said in a low voice, "it was only three months ago that I married you, but for some reason, A-Niang always feels that you have been gone for many years."

Sang Yuanyuan's heartstrings trembled and he was speechless.

Reason told her that she, Sang Yuanyuan, grew up under modern civilization, with parents, relatives, and career. But emotionally, she was unconsciously attached to this familiar person in front of her.

In fact, thinking about it now, when she saw King Sangzhou and Sang Shizi, she also had a familiar sense of blood connection, but they were careful and did not dare to get too close for fear of scaring her, and she pretended to be lifeless at that time. She didn't have time to experience the family affection that didn't belong to her.

It was only then that she suddenly remembered what Sang Bujin once said—

"I always depended on me when I was a child, and asked me to secretly take you to Tiandu to see it. I thought I would take you there. Who knows that when I was a little older, I didn't know where I learned to be dignified, and I actually complained about my nonsense. After this illness, he has returned to his former lively appearance!"

At that time, Sang Chengyin replied like this-

"Yes, I said that Xiao Sangguo should not be married. Xiao Sangguo, who was so cute when she was not engaged, was just like the girls outside when she saw Han Shaoling. Turned into a wooden man! Hoo!"

San Yuan frowned.

You Yingyue married Han Shaoling as a little lady five years ago. She is the direct daughter of the King of Youzhou. If it wasn't for Han Shaoling's engagement at that time, and the position of Madam Zheng had been occupied, You Yingyue could not be the little Madam.

So it was earlier that Sang Yuanyuan and Han Shaoling got engaged.

After the engagement, she... changed? She used to look like this now, but after meeting Han Shaoling, she became a regular princess to be married?

It always feels a little weird somewhere!

How can the Sang family, who can cultivate a women's clothing boss like Sang Bujin, raise a puppet-like princess? That wood-like Sang Yuanyuan, the Sang Yuanyuan carved according to her words and deeds according to the "female virtue", the meaning of existence is like the Sang Yuanyuan who is just to pave the way for the dream... Who is she?

Sang Yuan was stunned for a while, and the most philosophical question popped up in his mind—who am I?

She never expected that the acquaintance with Mrs. Sang would not be reluctant at all.

It's like a mother and daughter reunited after a long absence.

A thought that made her a little horrified gradually floated in her mind-could it not be, she is the real Sang Yuan!

She took a few breaths and stared left and right.

The palace city and roads of the Sang Palace are both unfamiliar and familiar.

Sangzhou King took You Wuming straight to the study, Sang Bun looked at Sang's mother and daughter, smiled with relief, turned around and chased after them.

There's really a lot to talk about.

...

Sang Yuanyuan was taken to her former bedroom by Mrs. Sang.

After a quarter of an hour, Mrs. Sang was finally full of tears. She held back her tears, raised her eyebrows high, and said proudly, "What's the use of the father and son! It's clear that he can't take care of his daughter well, and he gave me a sloppy look, saying that you don't remember anyone! Useless things, in the future I don't even recognize them, they deserve it!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "...Auntie, I really forgot a lot of things, can I take a look here?"

"Of course!" Mrs. Sang said. "Just tell me what you want to add!"

Sang looked around the hall from afar.

Coming here, the familiar feeling is more intense.

She walked to the edge of the big wooden post.

There are traces carved on the wooden pillars.

She seemed to see a little girl, growing taller every year, surrounded by her parents and brothers, happily carving a knife on a wooden post, and then the family happily went to celebrate her birthday.

She stared at the wooden pillar for a while, then walked straight to the corner of the palace.

The corner of the wall is slanted and engraved with a line of small characters——

"Sang Bujin is the king of the turtle! He has to fall down the steps!"

Although the handwriting was immature, she recognized at a glance that it was her handwriting. The broken and scattered pictures flashed by in front of her eyes, and she suddenly remembered the mood at that time - she couldn't remember exactly what happened, she only remembered that Sang Bujin was naughty when she was young and made her angry enough, and the mood at that moment When it came to her heart, she resonated with the past, and could not wait to rub Sang Bujin on the ground.

She stood up, her head was dizzy, and the chill ran down her spine. This is definitely not someone else's memory! She and Sang are not close, they definitely grew up together!

Mrs. Sang hurriedly stepped forward to support her.

"Auntie, I've been away from home for too long, my daughter is not filial!" Thousands of thoughts rushed into her heart, she covered her mouth and cried like a child.

A child who has suffered a lot from nowhere.

As soon as she cried, Mrs. Sang couldn't hold back, and immediately held her hands and cried into two big faces.

For a long time, the two stopped intermittently.

"Auntie," seeing Mrs. Sang's swollen peach-like eyes, Sang Yuanyuan quickly suppressed his emotions, and with a gesture of his hand, threw a big face flower, "Come, come, try this!"

Mrs. Sang glared at her face, her eyebrows stood upright: "Sang is not close to this turtle grandson! Such a beautiful sunflower, he actually told me that my sister put a big mouth flower! I have been worrying about it for several days!"

mulberry

Weeping with joy from afar.

It's been so long, she finally heard someone call her big face flower correctly.

But is there something wrong with Mrs. Sang's scolding? If Sang Bujin is a turtle grandson, then she... forget it, whatever.

Sang Yuanyuan shook his head with a smile, and directed Dalianhua to spray the beauty mist on Mrs. Sang's face.

When the mother and daughter finished their big face, the banquet was ready in the main hall.

After all, it was the monarch of Youzhou who was here, so the etiquette of the young man was indispensable.

The maids filed in, helping Sang Yuanyuan to wash and change clothes.

This time, she was wearing a moon-white silk robe, full of complicated dark weaving patterns, with a large and small crown on her head, and her long satin-like hair was scattered behind her head. When she looked in the mirror, I don't know the age, I only know that she is a stunning human being.

The maid led her into the hall where the banquet was held.

The lights were brilliant, and after the first two kings saluted, they sat upright.

Sang Yuan could feel that the civil and military officials in Sangzhou were all tense and nervous.

Sitting at the head of You Wuming was the Prime Minister of Sangzhou. He was really on pins and needles, and there were tiny goose bumps on the half of You Wuming's face.

After Sang Yuanyuan took his seat, he endured and endured, so that the smile did not appear on his face.

This time, there were several seats between her and You Wuming. If he wanted to see her, he had to turn most of his body sideways, rubbing the nose of the prime minister beside him.

As a result, the Prime Minister Quail sitting next to him was even more uncomfortable, and a bit of crying was squeezed out of a rigid square face.

Sang Yuanyuan held back her laughter and felt that You Wuming was looking at her, so she raised her glass quietly in his direction and took a sip of fruit wine.

He drank a full glass at once, and then deliberately slammed the glass on the desk to signal that he had finished.

These days, they have long been used to being together, but today they are suddenly unable to speak when they see each other across the majority of the palace. Both of them feel a little tacit understanding.

Doing a little trick in the dark and interacting quietly is very novel and interesting. You come and go, and Sang Yuanyuan soon gets a little drunk and feels joy in her heart.

In the spacious and dignified hall, he saw her sitting under the lights, with a hazy halo covering her body, out of this world, as if she had accidentally descended on a fairy before him. Her light was so bright that it shone into his darkness.

He chuckled lightly and raised his glass to the King of Sangzhou.

Finally, Sang Chengyin cleared his throat reluctantly.

"All the ministers, the King of Youzhou went to Sangzhou in person today, sincerely asking for a marriage, and decided to marry Youzhou and marry the youngest daughter Yuaner to the King of Youzhou. What do you think?"

Zhongqing: "..." You have made up your own mind, and you have offered the Rakshasa You Wuming here, what can everyone think?

"Congratulations, lord, congratulations, lord! Congratulations to the king of Youzhou." Everyone said in unison.

Sang Yuanyuan pursed her lips and looked down at the table, feeling a little dazed in her heart.

Is she, just like that, married? so successful?

Everything about Sangzhou made her feel like a dream. The jade cup in his hand was filled with purple mulberry wine, and when he shook it, he felt that everything around him had become so unreal, as if it would abandon her at any time. She drank the fruit wine cup by cup unconsciously, and looked at her parents and relatives beside her from time to time, as well as You Wuming diagonally across from her.

Everyone looks happy... oh no, father and brother's faces actually stink!

She felt the laughter 'gurgling' from the bottom of her heart, and she couldn't stop it.

She felt that she was floating in a sweet river, and everything around her was as perfect as a dream, and she greedily and cherished everything in front of her. Even if there is a cliff waterfall in front of her that she can't see, she still feels satisfied at this moment.

In a daze, I don't know when the banquet will be over.

The maid helped Sang Yuan Yuan, who was dizzy, to wash away the smell of alcohol, put on a comfortable silkworm jacket, and then took her back to the bedroom and left respectfully.

She leaned back on the cloud couch, her body seemed to be floating in the clouds, both light and heavy, and she couldn't help but think of the day she traveled through, where she was lying like this, staring blankly at the scene in the hall through the shark gauze.

She looked to the account to be her king's sister-in-law.

Who knows, a word becomes a prophecy.

She thought mischievously, when they got married, you must let You Wuming call You Yingyue over to see if she would be scared to pee on her skirt on the spot.

She happily embraced the cloud quilt, giggling and laughing more than ever.

"Why are you so happy?" A man's deep voice suddenly sounded in the hall.

She didn't even have to think about who it was.

"I once said to You Yingyue that I want to be her king's sister-in-law." She said cheerfully.

The man chuckled softly, walked calmly to the edge of the cloud couch, lifted the shark gauze curtain, and sat in.

She glanced sideways and saw that he had also washed up, wearing a black robe, his chest was half open, and his cheeks were a little red, which was drunk.

Smiling, she reached out and grabbed his shirt, then hugged him.

Very thin waist.

Leaning in front of me and sniffing gently, it was very refreshing and dark floral fragrance.

"You Wuming, you are so fragrant!" She praised him generously.

You Wuming: "...No one has ever said that."

She was a little dizzy from drinking today, put her chin softly on his broad shoulders, and said with a wicked smile: "Oh? Haven't you had many women? They don't have noses, right? Hey, could it be that you used to accompany them? Are you sleeping with faceless beauties?"

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Eyes are gone. As he said that, his slender jade fingers grabbed his half-open clothes and pointed at his smooth chest.

"I guess, no one has ever touched this place." She glared at him with her eyes slightly raised.

You Wuming: "..."

Her little hand slid down weakly.

He gasped.

"No one has touched here, here, here. I'm the first." Her voice was soft and entangled in his heart.

The angry man pushed her back on the cloud pillow.

He leaned down and caught her dangerously.

"Little Sangguo, you are already mine. Do you think I have to wait until the big wedding?"

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