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

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The low drum sound gradually approached the royal city, and Sang Yuanyuan couldn't help but feel a little more uneasy in his heart.

She is the wife of the King of Hanzhou, and she must attend the banquet today.

Sang is far from sure whether You Wuming, a lunatic, will remember her.

When she thought of sticking to the jade slip and saying "I like you, King of Youzhou" in order to save her life that day, she felt a toothache.

The old blood had soaked into the jade color, and the jade slip gave her the feeling that it was lifeless in her mind.

blood, evil.

never mind.

What really happened was also a matter between Han Shaoling and You Wuming.

The status of women in the Eighteen Cloud Regions is low. Correspondingly, if something happens, the only men who come forward to fight will be their subordinate men.

Taking another ten thousand steps back, even if Han Shaoling was really killed by You Wuming, Ling Gu, Sang Da and others would protect her and escape back to Sangzhou.

Totally useless.

Sang Yuanyuan did a good job of psychological construction, sat in front of the dressing table, and let the maids dress her up.

After all, it is a palace banquet to receive the king of a country, and it is natural to be neglected in etiquette.

Sang Yuanyuan put on a black-colored Chinese dress, which was made of extremely heavy material. The delicate embroidery patterns overlapped on the chest and back one after another, and the skirt was also embroidered with phoenix birds with fire. Behind him, he was wearing the cloak of the elder elder, covered with shiny gold threads, and dragged it ten paces away.

Her hair was tied tightly, covered with a large and heavy golden crown, and there were bead curtains hanging down from the left and right, which could not block her eyes.

Sang Yuanyuan set off for the banquet with great difficulty.

These days, she has never left her Huiyun Palace once.

The moment she stepped out of the knee-high threshold, she had a strange feeling in her heart - at this moment, she finally stepped into this world, it was no longer illusory, and she could no longer hold the heart of playing tickets.

No matter what lies ahead, she must raise her face and face the difficulties.

As she has done countless times.

Whatever you play, do your best.

Since she has lived again, from now on, she will be the princess of Sangzhou.

In a few steps, the slightly delicate woman gradually had a calm royal aura scattered around, and the maid, who was used to serving on weekdays, couldn't help but feel a little startled, and sighed that the royal family was really different from ordinary people.

King City is not very big.

The Eighteen States of the Cloud Realm established the country by force. Although Miyagi was also seen as luxurious, the more important thing was the function of defense. The city was built with a strange black stone, with a slight frosted light, and the ground was also made of the same material.

After leaving the harem, even the carved wooden ornaments were no longer visible. As long as the black stone giant gate was closed, each hall would immediately become a small fortress.

Under the leadership of the servant, Sang Yuanyuan quickly came to the hall where the banquet was held.

In the distance, the lights are bright.

The civil and military officials lined up on the left and right. Han Shaoling knelt on the left and turned his head. The one sitting opposite him was the King of Youzhou, who had been heard by everyone and had no life.

Entering the hall, you can feel a heavy and depressing atmosphere.

You can't look around in this situation.

Sang Yuanyuan sat down under the guidance of the waiter. The maid carefully took off her cloak, held it in the wooden tray, and stood on one side.

She tilted her head and nodded gently towards Han Shaoling.

A look of surprise flashed across his eyes. There was a lot of emotion in my heart for a while - only the person in front of me is like the real wife of a king.

You Yingyue is usually arrogant, but when it comes to serious occasions, her aura is a little unbearable. Not to mention Meng Wuyou, to bring it to such an occasion, it is completely throwing his face on the ground to make others laugh.

And Sang Yuanyuan... This perfect woman, who seems to have descended from the sky, will eventually become his true wife and spend his life with him... Han Shaoling thought so, and unconsciously lowered his head, the corners of his lips curled into a shallow expression. giggle.

Everyone got up and saluted Sang Yuanyuan. Sang Yuanyuan bowed his head in return, and then set his eyes on the desk in front of him.

As soon as she was seated, she noticed that there were eyes cast unscrupulously.

Lifeless.

The beaded curtain on the left blocked her view, she couldn't observe You Wuming with her peripheral vision, she vaguely felt that he was smiling.

It must be that kind of perverted smile, right? San Yuan pondered to himself.

There is never a positive description of the villain in the book. You Wuming has only lived in the fear of everyone from beginning to end, or he himself is the spokesperson of terror.

Only in a few sporadic places can we get a glimpse of his true face.

For example, when a certain cannon fodder was about to die, he looked up at the demon who stepped on his body without frowning, and couldn’t help but feel a little confused—why did this demon have the face of a god?

For example, You Wuming took advantage of the chaos and walked slowly into the Burning Fire Heaven. The light of blood and fire was imprinted on his face, which reminded people of some legends about the evil ghost Shura - how evil their hearts are, their faces How pretty.

To be honest, Sang Yuanyuan was still curious about what You Wuming looked like, but she didn't look up.

Her eyes still fell on the table case, and there were several jade plates in front of her. The dishes on the plates were extremely delicate, like the winning works of some carving competition.

On such occasions, except for the two kings, no one would look around, which would be extremely rude.

Of course, these old-fashioned 'virtual rituals', after the heroine Meng Wuyou was favored

, will be broken again and again. She would stare at a new talent at a banquet and make fun of the other person's appearance. He will wear casual clothes when offering sacrifices to heaven, and his jumping and jumping will cause an uproar in the whole country. They would shout loudly in the national temple, saying that the big monks are all cheating money, and who will not eat meat behind their backs.

Sang Yuan didn't think that these actions were really cute.

She just wanted to hammer the head of this stupid dog.

The palace banquet was silent.

Sang Yuanyuan guessed that something not so wonderful should have happened, so that when eating with You Wuming, talking became a new taboo.

Sitting directly opposite Sang Yuanyuan was Gu Chuanfeng, the first general of Han Shaoling's command. Sang Yuanyuan noticed that the tiger general had unknowingly moved over the center line of the table, and he could be a foot away from the quiet and lifeless. One foot.

She wanted to laugh a little, her rosy lips pursed slightly, she picked up the white jade wine glass that the maid silently filled, and drank a glass of bright purple fruit wine.

She misestimated the material of the table case - she thought the table case with dark patterns was wood, but she didn't expect it to be copper or iron.

The bottom of the cup fell, making a very crisp clanging sound, and went around the beam.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

At that moment, countless eyes cast towards her from all directions!

Sang Yuanyuan has an illusion that these people seem to be waiting for some order to throw a cup...

Are you all so nervous?

There was a chuckle from the opposite side.

Immediately, a very young, nice and clear voice said with a bit of resentment, "Hands and feet."

Sang looked over subconsciously from afar.

Then she saw a man in a white robe holding a cup in his hand, and with a smile on his lips, he bowed to her and drank his head up.

His face looked very young, eighteen or nineteen, with a very lazy and laid-back posture, half leaning on the desk, jade

An ordinary person can't tell his true age.

Is this lifeless? Very different from what I imagined.

It looked like the kind of son of an aristocratic family who was brought up like a dandy.

She stayed for a moment, then lowered her eyes and stopped touching the things on the table.

When he was young, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a maid silently confessing to the patriarch, and then walked out of the palace from behind the Luanzhu.

After a while, a 'maid' with a strange behavior came back to replace the shift in a hurry.

Sang Yuan far calmed down and glanced coldly.

Truly a dream.

A sarcastic smile appeared on Sang Yuanyuan's mouth involuntarily - yes, no matter how unbelievable something is to be done, there is always a green light in front of the heroine. In the face of such a koi luck, all the efforts and efforts of others always seem to become very ridiculous.

No, not really.

Luck is something that can be easily given or taken away. Only the road you walk through step by step is the precious wealth that truly belongs to you, and no one can take it away.

Stay on the ground and get up after you fall. It is sent to the blue sky by the good wind, and once it falls, it will only be irreversible.

Sang Yuanyuan only believes in probability, not luck.

For example, the probability of success in the assassination of the dead is zero.

She coldly watched Meng Wuyou lowered her head and walked towards You Wuming.

This kind of atmosphere made Meng Wuyou a little shivering, almost walking on the same arm.

Sang Yuanyuan couldn't help but groaned lightly in his heart - seeing how she made a scene in the palace after she was favored, she thought that she would not be false at all on such an occasion.

I saw that the heroic and fearless heroine quickly approached the villain, the great devil.

Sang Yuanyuan simply wanted to applaud her.

Meng Wuyou pretended to be serving You Wuming, and when he bowed, he threw the tray, and the dagger hidden under the tray pierced You Wuming's heart.

When the incident happened suddenly, Han Shaoling only had time to shrink his pupils.

The moment he saw that the assassin was Meng Wuyou, Han Shaoling couldn't help bursting out with a shocking energy, and the killing intent triggered the golden utensils decorated on the top of the beams, making a buzzing sound.

Sang Yuanyuan didn't care about etiquette at the moment, she tilted her head to look at You Wuming, as if waiting for a good show.

——I wonder if the villain, the big devil, will suddenly possess the boss, let Meng Wuyou go, and say, "Woman, you have successfully attracted my attention? ’

"Pfft." Her laughter was very soft, but You Wuming heard it.

He ignored the attacking dagger, raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled at Sang Yuanyuan.

The trembling dagger had stabbed his white robe.

Not an inch.

In this world, Dantian meridians are not cultivated, but body refinement—introducing the spiritual energy that matches their own attributes, tempering the skin, muscles and bones.

To put it simply, the higher the cultivation, the harder the body and the longer the life.

With a mortal body and iron, a master like You Wuming could no longer be injured.

Meng Wuyou stabbed a few times and found that he couldn't stab, and then raised the dagger and stabbed it at You Wuming's face. He grabbed the wrist and threw it into the center of the hall.

The dagger clattered to the ground.

You Wuming slowly took out a piece of silk cloth, wiped the hand that had touched Meng Wuyou carefully, and said with a low smile, "King Hanzhou, if you want to use a beauty trick, be more sincere, and who will be fooled by a fake product? "

Han Shaoling's face turned green, and his body trembled slightly with anger.

"It's not eye-catching," You Wuming shook his head regretfully, with a gentle smile, "Then I'll kill it."

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