Chapter 54: You are mine

While Sang was playing with short life in the snow, Sang Bujin suddenly approached and asked You Wuming lowly: "You and the little girl for the first time, that, after that, did she ignore you?"
Youming: "..."
A pair of dark eyes rolled slowly.
For a while, he chuckled softly: "How could she love me."
His eyes flashed slightly, concealing his guilty conscience.
Sang Bujin looks more depressed. His head fell between his knees, his hands behind his head.
You Wuming was not much better than him. He bent one leg, his elbows propped his knees, rubbed his forehead diagonally, his eyes moved left and right, and he couldn't stop thinking.
Sang Bujin did not find a lifeless anomaly.
He raised his eyes staring blankly, looking at his sister in a snowdrift and rolled into a short life, and said: "Now I also understand why you and the little sister can't be separated-you can safely raise your relatives to the father, I will say good things for you. Now that the matter has been reached, we men must take responsibility."
You Wuming slowly turned his eyes to him.
Sang Bujin sighed: "There are no elders on Yun Xuzhou, and she does not have any friends. Then I will ask for a kiss, and you will help me."
Dare to love is mutual benefit.
You Wu Ming Ren Jun couldn't help but say: "Small things."
He stepped forward, reached out his long arms, and caught Sang's neck.
"Tell me, what's the matter with you, it's too fast, and it won't work. Tell me what's wrong, I'll teach you!" You Wuming Tian said shamelessly.
It's a pity that Sang is having a good time with Short Life. She didn't hear that this pig's hoof is cheaper than her own brother in the routine, otherwise she will definitely grab him from the cowl and push the abominable handsome face into the snowdrift to rub it!
Sang hesitated for a while: "Just... Excited? I didn't think so much. At that time, what time did Gu take?"
You Wuming rolled his eyes and took notes one by one. Mindfully, you must think about it by then. Don't be excited. What's so exciting? Oh, that kind of thing.
"You can't do this." He said flatly, "Is it still a man in less than half an hour."
Sang is not close: "... half an hour! How is it possible!"
Sang was not shocked, but was truly sentimental. When he first tasted the feelings of love, he felt at the moment that Banzhu was so out of reach.
"What's impossible?" You sneered dismissively, "I..."
Sang came by just a short life.
She was really taken aback. The cheaper brother actually put his head together with You Wuming's head, and looked at him intimately. Did the sun come out west? Usually these two people meet like two cockfights?
"What are you talking about?" she asked, raising her head curiously.
I saw that Sang Bujin's face ‘brushed’ into a pig liver color, and Youmei died with a smirk on his face, saying,
Tell me to marry you.

Sang was far from believing, and looked away from Sang.
Sang closed his hands embarrassingly and put a cough gently on his lips, saying, "Yes. Sister, although I am not so satisfied with life, but since the matter has reached this point, I naturally understand that you are not his The wish not to marry, I will explain to you your father, you don’t have to worry."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." just plucked the dog for a little while, how did it feel like he missed several episodes of the series again?
She looked at You Wu Ming, and intuitively told her that the dog man must have said something strange to Sang Not Close.
"Get off!" You Wuming jumped happily from the cowl and fell on the short-lived back. The bridle pulled and ran ahead.
Short-lived spread the hoof.
The snow and ice road is slippery, and from time to time, it moves forward with all its limbs, squeaking out of the ice on the surface of the ice, skewing the round body, drifting hard and turning.
You Wuming smiled happily.
On the unmanned corner, he spread his wings of fire, and flew from his short life back, swept in front of it, flapped the pair of wings, and proudly took his chin to his short life.
The short-lived limbs leaned forward, and their eyes were rounded: "Ou ????"
Who can tell it, when did the owner become a flapping moth?
Enough madness, the duo and the beast returned to Sang's not-so-queued team. Youmei frankly got into the car and continued to deal with the fire that wasn't extinguished in the body. In front of Sang Bujin, it showed that it was a professional combat ride.
Nowhere along the way.
From Xiao Jiang to the west, passing Zhaozhou, taking Fengzhou, and then smoothly arrived in Sangzhou.
It took nine days.
In these nine days, the orange flame in the lifeless eyes has become less and less frequent. When the light wings are spread, the open fire has turned into a dark fire. Sang knew very well that if he was given more time, he would be able to'digest' this inexhaustible fire completely.
‘Yu Wuming, I gave you a new life, understand? Without me, how could you be today! ‘Occasionally, she looked at his cultivating face and thought so secretly and viciously in her heart.
For a moment, I couldn't help but lie secretly and laugh secretly.
In the past nine days, although her cultivation practice has not been improved, it is still the fourfold heaven of Lingming Realm, but her ability to control Mu Lingyun has gone up one level further, and she has become more proficient. She had made up for the emptiness of Lingyun caused by two levels of sudden upgrades. After the fire was carried on You Wuming, he burned many of his wood spirits. These pure wood spirits were like a mist. Come out, it's cheaper Sang far.
Everything is getting better.
Stepping into the boundary of Sangzhou, the eyes are full of lush green.
There are two kinds of mulberry trees in Sangzhou. One is the very common mulberry with red, purple and purple mulberries. The other is low on the ground, like potato vines, planted neatly on an acre, and artificially raised light blue ice silkworms crawling around in the dwarf mulberry. , Flashing a bit of ice blue light, as if strayed into the silk fairyland.
Sang Yuan has never heard of any mulberry tree crawling on the ground like a potato, but the strange thing is that the first time she saw this scene, she felt a deep sense of familiarity.
Deja vu is a sense of sight.
This place seems to have been there. The last time I passed by the Sangzhou boundary, she just passed by far from the border. At that time, her little life was still hanging in the hands of Youyou, and only a few glances, knowing that it was a green place.
Today, she came into contact with the land of Sangzhou more closely, and she felt strange nostalgia in her heart.
There are such short mulberries in the mountains and the wild. The beautiful Sangzhou weaver sits under the high mulberry and spins, humming melodious tones in her mouth.
Sang sang along with them unconsciously.
I don't know when, Sang Buzi secretly changed a person to drive. He touched the car and sat quietly, looking at his sister who was blank and unconsciously singing Sangqu.
The eyes were getting wet.
At the end of the song, Sang looked away suddenly, seeing that Sang was not close and Youming stared at her.
"Ok?"
You Wuming grinned: "Little Mulberry, you are out of tune!"
Sang wasn't close but he started anxiously and smiled lowly: "For many years I haven't heard the little girl sing a song. Little girl, you know that your tone is really poisonous, since I heard you sing like this After that, I can’t find the real tone again!"
Sang was stunned.
So she and the original body, even run into the same style?
She looked at the mulberry outside the car window again.
It still feels so familiar.
‘Is it possible to come here and excite this residual memory? 'She secretly thought.
The thought of seeing the wife of King Sangzhou soon, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
The daughter is older, and will not be too close to the father and the brother. The men are careless and can use the amnesia as an excuse to confuse them, but who is the mother, which one will not recognize his own child? What will happen then?
Now, things can only be done naturally.
When she was cranky, the team had already run into Sandu.
The city of Sangzhou is different from other places. The fortification is made of a kind of gray bricks, the city is full of high mulberry, and the gray bricks are like a mountain creeper, climbing a lot of short mulberry-they can draw nutrients from the gray bricks, The worms and worms left by the ice silkworms have solidified into a solid amber shape, filling the gaps in the masonry.
Very strange symbiotic relationship.
Mrs. Sang had already greeted him.
The bear-like Sangzhou King carefully supported her, and Da Lao Yuan saw the convoy driving into the city, and Madam Sang's petite body began to shake.
As she approached, Madam Sang was so excited and trembling that she shook her body and stared at Sang far away, her eyes wrong.
Seeing Mrs. Sang's appearance clearly, Sang Yuan's heart suddenly flew away.
She froze.
The familiar feeling was surging in her heart, and she unconsciously said, "A Niang."
The tears fell, she didn't know, she walked blankly towards the thin middle-aged woman.
The mother and daughter looked a bit similar, and when they came to one place, Mrs. Sang shook her hand and grabbed Sang far.
At this moment, Sang Yuan's mind was blank.
What acting skills, what kind of guilty conscience, what fakes, what was dismantled, all flew out of the nine clouds, just like after spending more than half a year in the field, returning home to watch busy parents on vacation, it feels like I haven’t seen each other for a long time, and I feel like they are separate from them It was just yesterday.
For a long time, Mrs. Sang suddenly covered her mouth and whimpered.
"My little mulberry!"
"Well!" Sangzhou Wang grabbed his wife's shoulders and said, "I know crying, who said that the girl doesn't care about you, and it makes her breathless when you meet?! Ha! When I met, I called the girl. Here comes the name! You haven’t called it that many years, and you’re not too tired!

Mrs. Sang's eyebrows were raised, and a murderous eye knife fluttered away.
Sangzhou Wang suddenly became a quail.
Sang Bujin has quietly restored the men's clothing on the way, he came over with anger and said, "Auntie Auntie, go back and talk again, you are also lifeless."
Hearing this name, the faces of Sangzhou King and Mrs. Sang changed slightly and looked behind him.
You Wuming smiled like a spring breeze.
He finally called his father-in-law without any cover, but gave a royal meeting standard, and smiled warmly: "Sangzhou King, Mrs. Sang, you are desperate and polite."
The Sang's couple returned their salutes.
Although on the road, Sang Bujin had probably told Er Lao about the matter, but I saw that the most terrifying lunatics and lunatics in the 18-state Yun Yun just walked around like a honest son-in-law. It's really kind of accepting incompetence.
Sang walked far away from Mrs. Sang. Yu Guang glanced at him, and saw him walk like a decent figure. The temperament is not only the style of the king, but also the humble and gentle and polite. It is really a movie emperor.
Mrs. Sang grabbed Sang's distant hand from time to time.
It seemed that she was lost.
"Little Sanguo," Mrs. Sang said lowly, "It is only three months ago to send you to marry, but for some reason, A Niang always feels that you have been away for many years."
Sang far trembles in heart, unable to speak.
Reason told her that she, Sang Yuan, grew up under modern civilization and had parents, relatives and careers. But emotionally, she unconsciously attached to the familiar person in front of her.
In fact, think about it now. When she saw King Sangzhou and Sang Shizi, she also had a familiar sense of blood, but they were cautious, not afraid to be too close to be afraid of frightening her, and she was pretending to be dead. The matter of being in harmony with Han Shaolin and being away from it also have no time to experience the affection that did not belong to her.
It was only then that she suddenly remembered that Sang Bujin once said something like this-
"When I was young, I always depended on me to ask you to secretly take you to the sky to see. I thought about it and took you to take a trip. Someone knows that I am a little older, but I don't know where to learn to be dignified. I actually complained about my nonsense. After I got sick this time, I actually regained some of my former lively appearance!"
At the time, Sang Chengyin replied like this-
"Yes, I said I shouldn’t let Xiao Sanguo get married. I didn’t want to let Xiao Sanguo get married. What a lovely little Sanguo when I didn’t get engaged. When I saw Han Shaolin, it was just like the girls outside, Become a wooden man! Oh!"
Sang frowned far away.
You Yingyue married Han Shaoling as a little lady five years ago. She is the daughter-in-law of Youzhou Wang. If it were not that Han Shaoling had already settled in, and that Mrs. Zheng's position had been taken, You Yingyue could not be the little lady.
Therefore, Sang Yuan and Han Shaoling were in a much earlier relationship.
After the engagement, has she... changed? She used to be what she is now, but after meeting Han Shaoling, she became a regular queen to be married?
I always feel weird!
How can the Sang's soil and water, which can cultivate Sang not close to this kind of women's wear, bring up a puppet-like queen girl? The wood-like Sang Yuan, Sang Yuan engraved in words and deeds according to the'female virtue', the meaning of existence is as if Sang Yuan just paving the way for the dream...Who is she?
Sang was stunned for a while, and the most philosophical question came up in his mind-who am I?
She never expected that the acquaintance with Mrs. Sang was not forced at all.
Like a mother and daughter who haven't met for a long time.
A thought that made her a little horrified gradually appeared in her heart-if not, she was the real Sang far away!
She took a few breaths and stared around.
The palace city and roads of Sang Wang Palace are both strange and familiar.
The King of Sangzhou went to the study room with a lifeless life. Sang Bu looked at the mother and daughter of the Sang family, smiling happily, and turned to catch up.
There are a lot of things to talk about.
...
Sang was taken by Mrs. Sang to her former bedroom.
After a quarter of an hour, Mrs. Sang was finally crying. She collected her tears and raised her eyebrows with triumph. "What's the use of that father and son! It's clear that she can't take good care of her girl, and she gave me sloppy eyes, saying you don't remember anyone! Useless things, later Don't recognize them, deserve it!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "...A Niang I did forget many things, can I have a look here?"
"Of course!" said Mrs. Sang, "just tell me what you want!"
Sang looked around the hall from afar.
Come here, the familiar feeling is more intense.
She walked to the edge of the big wooden pillar.
There are traces carved on the wooden pillar.
She seemed to see a little girl who grew taller every year. Her parents and parents were all around her, happily carving a knife on the wooden pillar, and then the family happily celebrated the birthday.
She stared at the wooden post for a while, then walked straight to the corner of the palace.
There is a small line engraved in the corner of the corner
"Sang Bujin is the King of the Tortoise! ​​It's going to fall off the steps!"
Although the handwriting was immature, she recognized at a glance that this was her handwriting. The broken and scattered picture flashed in front of her eyes, and she suddenly remembered the state of mind at that time-what happened did not remember at all, just remember that Sang was not naughty in recent years, and she was angry enough at that moment of emotion With a surge of heart, she resonated with the past and wished to rub Sang Bubu close to the ground.
She stood up, her head dizzy, and her spine froze. This is definitely not someone's memory! She is not close to Sang, and she definitely grew up together!
Mrs. Sang hurried forward to hug her.
"A Niang, she has been away for too long, her daughter is not filial!" Thousands of threads poured into her heart. She covered her mouth and cried like a child.
I don’t know where I have been wronged.
As soon as she cried, Mrs. Sang could hold back. She clasped her hands immediately and cried into two big faces.
For a long time, the two took a break.
"A Niang," watching Madam Sang swollen into peach-like eyes, Sang quickly suppressed his emotions, and with a move, throwing a big face flower, "Come, try this!"
Mrs. Sang stared at the big-faced flower, Liu Liu's eyebrows stood upright: "Sang is not close to this turtle grandson! Such a beautiful sunflower, he actually told me that his sister put the big-mouthed flower! I am still worried for a few days!"
Sang cried from afar.
How long has it been for her to finally hear a person call her big face correctly.
But is there something wrong with Mrs. Sang's curse? If Sang is not close, if it is a grandson, then she... forget it, whatever.
Sang shook his head with a smile, and directed the big face flower to spray the beauty mist on Mrs. Sang's face.
After the mother and daughter finished the big face flower SPA, in the main hall, the dinner was ready.
After all, it is the prince of Youzhou who is here, so the etiquette is still essential.
The maid fish pours in and helps Sang far wash and change clothes.
This time she wore moon-white silk robes, covered with complicated dark weave patterns, with a large and small crown on her head, and long satin-like hair scattered behind her head, taking a picture of the mirror, I don’t know the age, I just know it’s the best in the world.
The maid walked her into the banquet hall.
The lights were brilliant, and after the first two kings saluted, they sat upright.
Sang can feel it from afar, and the civil and military officials of Sangzhou are all stretched back, so nervous.
It was Prime Minister Sangzhou who was sitting under the head of Youwuming. He was really sitting on the needle felt, and there were tiny goose bumps floating on the half of the face of Youwuming.
After Sang was seated far away, he endured and tolerated before he smiled on his face.
This time, she was separated from Youming by several seats. He had to look at her, so he had to lean over half of his body, his eyes rubbing the nose of the Prime Minister beside him.
In this way, the quail prime minister sitting next to him was even more uncomfortable, and a rigid square face squeezed out a bit of crying.
Sang smiled from afar, feeling that Yumei was looking at her, and she raised a toast and sipped a fruit wine in his direction.
He immediately drank a cup, and then deliberately dropped the cup heavily on the desk, beckoning him to drink.
These days have been accustomed to the company day and night, but today suddenly so far away from the other half of the palace can not talk, and the two felt a tacit understanding.
Secretly doing a little action, quietly communicating, very novel and interesting, you come and go, Sang will drink the wine very soon, and I feel joy in my heart.
In the spacious and majestic hall, he saw her sitting under the lights, covered with a hazy halo, and he was extinct, as if accidentally falling in front of the fairy. Her light was so bright that it shone into his darkness.
He chuckled and toasted the King Sangzhou.
Finally, Sang Chengyin cleared his throat reluctantly.
"Zhongqing, Youzhou King went to Sangzhou in person today, sincerely asked for marriage, and decided to marry Youzhou alone, marrying the little girl's distant child to Youzhou King. How does Zhongqing think."
Zhongqing: "..." You have decided it yourself, and you have provided the Ramasha of Youwuming here, what else can you think?
"Congratulations, Lord Hexi! Congratulations to the King of Youzhou."
Sang pressed his lips away, gazed at the table, and felt a little trance in his heart.
She, just married? So smooth?
Everything in Sangzhou made her feel like a dream. There was a purple mulberry wine in the jade cup in his hand, shaking it, only to realize that everything around him became so unreal, as if she would abandon her at any time. She unconsciously drank a glass of fruit wine, and from time to time looked at her parents and relatives, and diagonally opposite the lifeless.
Everyone looks very happy...Oh no, the faces of my father and brother are actually very smelly!
She felt the smile rumbling from the bottom of her heart, and she couldn't stop it.
She felt like she was floating in a sweet river, and everything around her was as perfect as a dream. She greedily and cherished enjoying everything in front of her. Even if there is a cliff cliff in front of her invisible, at this moment, she is still satisfied.
Confused, I don't know when the banquet is gone.
The maid helped Dang, who was so dizzy, washed away a lot of alcohol, put on a comfortable silkworm jacket, and then mixed her back to the dormitory with respect.
She leaned on the cloud couch, her body seemed to float in the clouds, light and heavy, and she couldn't help but think of the day she traversed, lying like this, and staring blankly at the sight of the temple through the gauze tent.
She looked at the tent, remembering that day in order to live, continually stimulating You Yingyue, and said that she would be Wangsao.
Who knows, it's a prophecy.
She thought mischievously that when she was married, you must let You Wuming call Yu Yingyue to see if she would scare the urine skirt on the spot.
She hugged the cloud quilt cheerfully and giggled non-stop, laughing more than ever.
"What's so happy?" In the hall, the man's deep voice suddenly sounded.
She didn't have to worry about who she was.
"I once said to You Yingyue that she would be her sister-in-law." She said cheerfully.
With a chuckle, the man walked calmly to the edge of the cloud couch, opened the gauze tent, and sat in.
She glanced sideways, seeing that he had also been washed, wearing a black robe, half-open chest, and a little red cheeks, which was alcohol.
She reached out with a smile and grabbed his clothes and hugged him.
Very thin waist.
When I stepped forward and sniffed gently, it was very refreshing and dark.
"You Wuming is really fragrant!" She praised him generously.
You Wuming: "...No one ever said that."
She drank a little dizzy today, resting her chin softly on his broad shoulders, and smirked: "Oh? Haven't you had many women? They didn't have long noses, did they? Are you sleeping faceless beauties?"
She smiled and her eyes were gone. As he said, Xianxianyu fingers still grabbed his half-open clothes and clicked on his smooth chest.
"I guess no one has touched it here." She was drunk and dizzy, her face slightly raised, and he looked at him.
Youming: "..."
Her little hand slid weakly.
He gasped.
"No one has touched here, here, here. I am the first." Her voice was soft and soft, entangled his heart.
The angrily man backhand pressed her against the cloud pillow.
He leaned down and caught her dangerously.
"Little Sanguo, you are already mine. Do you think I have to wait until the big marriage."
He threw his fangs at the self-catching prey.