Chapter 22： I think too much (1/2)
”Little Mulberry, I want to...”
He murmured low in her ears and his breath was burning.
Sang couldn't help but ask: ”It won't be able to endure this way. How did you get over all these years?”
You Wuming was like stoking a dead hole, froze for a while, and twitched her head sideways, sneering: ”What do you think, little mulberry, I will lack a woman?”
Sang ”Oh” from afar, he slumped his head down, said, ”Yes. You are such a good Lang Jun, what kind of woman do you want?”
Her little head dangled and her tone dropped, ”I think too much.”
You Wuming's eyes twitched, her lips twitched a few times, and she held back for a while, holding out a word: ”Uh!”
”So...” Sang was very low and honest. ”You deliberately scared me. How can you be like the little kid who has never seen a woman, even for a few days.”
Youming: ”...”
He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but at this moment, he could only say—
”Oh, naturally it scares you.”
Sang was far from being careless, she was still in a gloomy look, raised her eyes and looked into the distance, and quietly diverted the topic.
She said: ”Underworld has leaked a lot to the interior, and I don't know how many tragedies have been brewed.”
You Wuming said: ”No. Han Shaoling's reinforcements should almost arrive. I should also withdraw.”
She felt his voice lingering, but she could not help but glanced at him again, seeing him with empty eyes.
There was a weirdness in her heart. Suddenly shivered.
Everyone knows that the sky wants to die in death.
He is like a brick. If he is against it, the remaining seventeen states can raise the banner of justice to fight him; if he does not, his strength will be weakened a little bit, and he will be cut with flesh and blood.
What You Wuming got was nothing more than a series of gorgeous and grand titles.
Today, Youming's strength is greatly damaged, if Han Shaoling is determined to leave him...
Who can kill You Wuming, although he will not receive a public praise, but in private, he will be able to get a huge benefit.
”Xiao Sanguo,” You Wuming stared at her with a twisted and weird look, and her finger slowly lifted her chin. ”Are you sympathizing with me? What do you think, depending on Han Shaoling, I can't stay with me.” ”
When talking, you saw that Youjun had packed up her clothing quietly and set off towards the south.
”Yu Wuming,” Sang said from a far inadvertent, ”Don't you consider using me as a bargaining chip, let your father **** you back to Youzhou? If Han Shaolin really took the chance, I'm afraid...”
You Wuming raised her eyebrows: ”Why don't I raise my head in my life in front of Yue Zhang!”
The proud light in his eyes almost swayed Sang Yuan's eyes.
She felt that she might have a little Stockholm, and at this moment, she was thinking very strangely in her heart-”Does he really want to marry me?” ’
The marching speed of the Youzhou Army once again made Sang far jaw-dropped.
They showed amazing fighting qualities, even after just such a tragic battle, with so many wounded, and lost most of their mounts, but the speed of travel was not even slower than the regular army that Han Shaolin brought to the west. .
Many times, Sang Yuan saw a whole piece of dust rising from the horizon, but under the guidance of the lifeless, the tens of thousands of Youzhou Army, like a ghost, again and again strayed with the regular army of Hanzhou Pass by.
Three days later, You Wu Ming Shun Li passed the Ju Lin Pass without any defense, left the Hanzhou border, took the Sangzhou, and then went back north to Youzhou.
Sangzhou is really like the imagination of Sang from far away, there are large groups of green everywhere, and at a glance it feels alive. There are a lot of silkworms here, and there are busy strong men and beautiful spinning women everywhere in the mulberry forest. It is a treasured place with simple folk customs.
In such a place, spending the rest of her life calmly and calmly is the most ideal arrangement in her mind.
”Homesick?” You Wuming asked quietly.
Sang nodded far.
He gently rested his chin on the top of her hair and said quietly: ”Take you back later. Wait for me to heal the wound. Otherwise I can't beat those two.”
He refused to tell her where he was injured.
He wore black fine iron armor, and Sang couldn't see it from afar.
A guard came from a distance, swept to the edge of the short life, and gave several jade jades to You Wuming.
At this time, the army had just arrived at the first important town on the border of Youzhou to cross.
You Wuming ordered to rest here, he handed over Sang Yuan to a few sturdy wives who were responsible for cultivation, and then hurriedly went to the study with the jade jade just received.
I don't know if it's over hearted, Sang feels that he seems a little excited. She even had some doubts about whether the jade jade was sent in good condition.
A few women said nothing, made a bucket of hot water, ignored Sang Yuan’s protest, and cleaned her like a piece of meat, wiped off the water drops, and then wrapped it in a thick silk cloth, and moved to the place. A bed in a large bedroom that was temporarily cleared.
Sang Yuanyuan: ”...” Say good or bad?
After the wives left, she carefully peeled herself out of the silk cocoon and was about to leave the bed to find clothes. She only heard a squeak and the room was pushed away by the two waitresses. With his head down, he walked in quickly with the tray in his hands.
As she approached, the waitress lifted the tray halfway, and saw that there was a set of black cloth hidden under the tray.
Sang was far from intuitive, and just about to open his mouth, he saw the waitress raised her eyes full of tears.
Linggu!
She covered her mouth.
”Hush.” Linggu gestured, gestured for the help of another person around him, quickly changed Sang's clothes far away, and then turned her back on the back, skimming out of the rear window.
Suddenly blown by the cool night breeze, Sang Yuan's intellect was lost.