Chapter 3: Youzhou Wang Yuejing

Han Shaoling came in a hurry. He just put on a black robe with half-open chest, and he could see that he didn't wear anything underneath.
The black robe was luxurious and heavy in texture, and fell on her cloud bed and cloud quilt, immediately sinking heavily.
His breath pressed like a mountain, and the man mixed with precious incense was very aggressive.
"Don't touch me." Sang hides far away, avoiding Han Shaoling's long arm.
He smiled again, staring slightly at the corner of his lips and picking his lips: "My wife is too shy."
Calling her wife implies that she is fulfilling her duties as a wife.
Sang Yuanyuan's voice was very soft, but his tone was very firm: "Did you not find someone to replace me? Use a country woman to replace the Sangzhou prince? Joke! Such humiliation, do you want me to suffer? Even if you want me to suffer? I promised that Sangzhou would never agree!"
Men in the eighteen states of Yunjing can marry three wives, one in two. The social environment is the same. What kind of infatuation with men is joke.
So Sang can only talk about identity.
Han Shaoling's face sank for a moment.
He can't remember how many years he hasn't been beaten. Immediately, when I thought of the beauty in front of me, I was complacent.
Although Mengwuyou looks exactly like her, after all, it is much worse, like fish eyes and beads. Sang's soil and water are excellent. Sang is far from being raised in the clouds. There is only one in the whole world.
"Yu Yingyue tells you?" Han Shaoling's eyes floated with sorrow and nostalgia in time. "I just miss you too much. I saw that woman looks like you, and I got out of control after drinking... She sent away and never saw her again in her life."
Sang dropped his eyes far, covering the sarcasm in his eyes.
It's weird to give away.
After thinking for a moment, she said to him faintly, "Yes. I will give you a month to deal with this matter. If after a month, I will never hear any more rumors, then I will forgive you and do with you Real couple."
Han Shaoling's eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he was puzzled: "No need for January. I can now..."
Sang interrupted him from afar, with a smile on his lips: "My body needs time to recover."
Han Shaolin explained: "Sang'er, I'm not an anxious person, and I didn't want to treat you today. I will arrange this. After waking up tomorrow, I promise that nothing will bother you again."
"Well," Sang touched the broken hair that fell to his forehead behind his ears, "I believe you will not be connected to people's roots."
"Nature." Han Shaoling's eyes widened with laughter.
"If you don't say anything," Sang said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "then I will go back to Sangzhou and see you... I will never see you again in this life."
Han Shaoling laughed aloud: "Big husband said a word! Son, you are mine, this life is mine."
He set his sights on the beautiful woman in front of him, and his always firm eyes could not help but soften.
The throat was terribly dry, and his breathing was a bit heavy.
The woman in front of him was like a cool, soft cloud. He could hardly imagine what it was like to hold such a cloud in his arms. Was it melted and scattered, leaving his hands empty?
He still remembers that on the day of the wedding, an old dark guard who had followed him for several years suddenly rebelled and stabbed. At his instant, it was her who threw himself in front of him like a fiery moth. He blocked the knife.
When she was in a coma, he should have kept her well.
But that woman... it! How can the woman named Dream Worry look so much like her!
He didn't regret that he was lucky to have a wild woman, but when he thought of waiting hard for another month, he felt a little unworthy.
Although the woman had a great taste, this one in front of her is even more awesome. More importantly, her identity will bring him countless benefits.
He vaguely felt that she had changed a little.
Sangzhou is a very interesting place. Men are extremely sturdy and women are extremely feminine. They just explain what yin and yang are. Sang, who is the queen of Sangzhou, is gentle, elegant, decent and elegant, and is the most suitable person for a wife.
Such a woman should be like water, inclusive.
Now, there are actually some small corners.
This change is extremely cute.
Sang saw him staring at himself from afar, he coughed, and said straightly: "There is another thing."
"Please say." Han Shaolin's voice unconsciously softened a lot.
"Wouldn't you believe that Youyingyue is really over?"
Han Shaoling lowered his eyes: "I have this in mind. That gray coat, I will not let her live tonight. Rest assured, no one can hurt you half a point."
"I can't believe it." Sang said bluntly, "Yu Yingyue has been in the harem for five years. The people here are more or less her. I'm afraid you only know about it. I don't worry. I want Sangzhou. People go to the palace to protect me."
Although being hacked into the world of mysterious cultivation, Thunder is very self-knowledge. She knows that with her current situation, she wants to rely on cultivation of immortals to save her life and counterattack. What she needs most now is manpower.
Han Shaoling hesitated slightly.
Sang Yuanyuan said: "Yu Yingyue can bring people from Youzhou into the palace, can't I?"
Han Shaolin was speechless and could only nod.
The living environment of the eighteen states in Yunjing is extremely extreme. There are a large number of warriors who die in battle every day. In the long run, the ratio of men and women is seriously unbalanced, creating a very strict situation of men and women.
The female emperor's ten years in power only reversed the world's view of her and made her out of the'woman' category. Other women's status remains low.
The marriage of a woman is the wealth and fertility tools of the husband’s family. The same is true of being a queen. Marriage is a husband, and life and death are tied to the body of the husband. The original body and even the close maid have only brought two, let alone what Bodyguard.
Fortunately, there is an example of Youying Yue in front of you, so Sang Yuan's request will not appear so abrupt.
Han Shaolin thought for a moment and said, "Before the people sent by your father and king enter the palace, I will let Han XII and Han XIII stay to protect you."
The guards given the surname of the royal family are all the dead among the dead, the elites among the elites. The higher the ranking, the higher the cultivation level, and the more it will be reused by the master. Twelve and thirteen are to be called "generals" outside.
As soon as the words fell, I saw two men in black with shadows rushing in from outside the hall, standing behind Han Shaoling.
Han Shaoling must have looked at Sang for a while, and said gently: "I'm going to deal with some official duties and come to see you early in the morning. Sang'er, rest in peace, I will protect you for a lifetime."
At the time of the wedding, Han Wu's rebellion was like a thorn, deeply stuck in Han Shaoling's heart for more than a month. You Yingyue took out the antidote today, and her feet were exposed. Han Shaoling must be anxious to thoroughly investigate the matter.
Sang lay down slowly, closing his eyes.
She is really tired, and after achieving her goal, she has no energy to entertain Han Shaoling.
The two guards woke up the house maid, and the girls were terrified and did not dare to ask more. They cleaned up the things that were stained by Youying Yue with their hands and feet, and wiped their backs for Sang far. Dry new clothes.
She left them indifferent, and she planned the future in silence. First of all, how can I convince this body's biological father, Sangzhou King, to let him agree to send a few good hands to the royal palace of Hanzhou King?
This is actually quite deviant.
The gray coat is a woman, and has a deep connection with Youyingyue, plus the thing five years ago... Han Shaoling will make an exception and allow her to bring this powerful person into the palace.
Sang thought about it from afar, not knowing when he had fallen asleep.
This sleep came to noon.
When he woke up, he found that Han Shaolin was sitting on the edge of the cloud bed and looked at her with a smile.
"Sang'er. Early."
He motioned to the maid standing by to step forward and serve her.
The boneless person was carefully cradled up, washed, and dressed.
Sit at the dressing table and take a look in the mirror. Sang almost passed away.
This is not a mortal, but a fairy!
She has played many beauties. When she was dressed up and dressed up, she also mistakenly thought that she was all over the country. Until now, she discovered that real beauties do not need to appear at all.
Han Shaoling's tall and handsome figure also appeared in the mirror and smiled at her: "Don't feel sad, Sang'er, you will have a good life and will be able to recover your face in a few days."
Listening to this, can it be more beautiful?
Sang exhaled slowly from afar.
Han Shaoling spent lunch with her, so she hurriedly left Huiyun Temple and continued to deal with official duties.
He is not the kind of domineering boss who has a lot of time to fall in love with. He was very busy. Sang stood by the huge carved wooden window and looked out, as if he could see the smoke from the west.
After watching for a while, Sang sent the maid away, sitting on the cloud bed alone, and took out the jade from the makeup box.
Thick stack.
She picked up one, and just pinched it off, and heard a rough and bold voice rushing out, echoing like a rock in the hall.
"Daughter girl?!"
"Ah." Sang returned weakly.
A strange sound of a male duck's squeezed voice was heard immediately across the street.
"Mrs. Husband! The girl is awake! The girl is awake!"
Another wave of shaking.
Soon, Yu Jianzhong interweaved the brutalist bass, the soprano soprano, and the sound of a baritone.
The symphony opened, and then the jade jade broke.
Sang held his head far away and changed one.
This time, the opposite side was about to discuss, so the soprano first spoke: "My good son... Your father curses you every day, saying that you can't wake up, and the mother is in trouble with him these days... "
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
"I said long ago, what’s a bad name, but I want to call it far, marrying so far, and my father and mother can’t be with you when something happens... woo woo... I steal your father’s Wang Yin, I sent a few letters to the rabbit of Hanzhou King. He only played Tai Chi, but he did not promise to send you back..."
Sure enough, everyone in the world is the same.
"Mother, the little girl must have something important to tell us." Qinglang male voice came out, "Little girl, change a jade jade, don't cry because of Nangya."
"That's right, my son is right." The male bass urnicated and said humbly.
Sang suddenly felt that his request was very playful.
Jade Jane was connected again, and Sang was far from the door: "Dad, mother, brother, my body is fine, don't worry. The palace recently seems to be mixed with assassins, can you send a few people to protect me... Uh, Two will do, if not convenient, one will do."
"Oh my dear boy, you finally figured it out! Well! Daddy will arrange this!" The rugged man should take it without thinking.
The big rock hanging in Sang Yuan's heart fell into the ground.
Unexpectedly, Sangzhou Wang was quite enlightened.
Sang Yuan continued to live a decaying life in his clothes to reach out and open his mouth. Everything that can be delivered to her is the best offering in Hanzhou.
Han Shaoling was very kind to her, and she took the time every day to come and talk with her, to behave ceremoniously, and to perform the January contract meticulously.
After about two or three days, I suddenly saw Han Shaoling enter the hall strangely, the muscles in the corners of the eyes twitched gently, and said: "The person sent by your father is here."
Sang Yuan felt very happy in his heart: "Let me see!"
Han Shaoling waved his hand tangledly. He saw the two rows of tower-like black strong men strode into the hall, and the top of the beam shattered the gold powder.
Roughly count, there are forty or fifty!
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
The voice of the head was Ruohong Zhong: "Sang Da, lead Sang Er Sang San... Sang Forty-eight, ordered to protect the Queen Girl!"
This is the most dearest guard! Sang Yuan's heart was filled with extremely complicated emotions.
The maid in the temple shook with fear-these savages looked terrible, and their fists had their heads big.
The most unsightly face is Han Shaolin.
He thought that even if he should do it, Sang should have a good grasp of it, and he wouldn't overdo it. Who knows that Sangzhou King sent so many people!
This pedestrian, who had traveled thousands of miles, was rolling over with great force, and heard that nearly a thousand of the best cloud beasts had also been killed-but they could bear it!
Moreover, it is apparently married to Hanzhou, why do they still call her ‘king girl’, which does not recognize the meaning of his lordship? !
Han Shaoling frowned and was about to have an attack. Suddenly, there was an urgent letter to the newspaper, saying yes, the king of Youzhou took orders from the emperor and led his army across the border.
"Yu Wuming?!" Han Shaoling's pupils shrank suddenly, and the knuckles were unconsciously whitish.