Chapter 22

"Little Sang Guo, today, I want to …"

He whispered in her ear, his breath scorching her.

Sang Yuanyuan couldn't help but ask, "You can't even bear it? How did you survive all these years?"

You Wuming froze for a long time as if his Achilles' heel had been pressed. He suddenly turned his head to the side and sneered, "What are you thinking, Little Sang Guo? Do you think I lack women?"

Sang Yuanyuan replied with an "Oh" and drooped her head listlessly, saying, "That's right.

You're such a good husband. What kind of woman can't you have? "

Her little head drooped lower and lower, and her tone became even more dejected, "I'm thinking too much."

You Wuming's eyes twitched, and the corners of his lips twitched. After a while, he fiercely squeezed out a word, "Mm!"

"So …" Sang Yuanyuan said in a low voice, "You're deliberately scaring me. How can the dignified King of You Province be like a brat who has never seen a woman before and can't even bear it for a few days?"

You Wuming, "…"

He faintly felt that something was wrong, but at this moment, he could only say —

"Ah, of course I'm scaring you."

Sang Yuanyuan didn't dare to be careless. She still had a gloomy look on her face. She raised her eyes and looked into the distance, calmly changing the topic.

She said, "A lot of underworld demons have leaked inland. Who knows how many tragedies they'll cause."

You Wuming said, "No, they won't.

Han Shaoling's reinforcements should be arriving soon.

I should also withdraw. "

She felt that his voice was somewhat ethereal. She couldn't help but tilt her head to look at him again, only to see that his eyes were empty.

A trace of strangeness floated in her heart.

She suddenly shuddered.

Everyone knew that even the heavens wanted You Wuming to die.

He was like a brick, moving wherever there was a demon disaster.

If he rebelled, the other seventeen prefectures could raise the banner of justice to suppress him. If he didn't rebel, his power would be weakened bit by bit, and his flesh would be cut off by a soft knife.

What You Wuming You Get is nothing but a string of fancy titles.

Today, You Wuming has lost a lot of strength. If Han Shaoling is determined to keep him here...

Whoever kills You Wuming won't be publicly rewarded, but privately, they will be able to reap great benefits.

"Little Sang Guo," You Wuming stared at her with a twisted expression, his fingers slowly lifting her chin, "Are you pitying me?

What are you thinking? Han Shaoling alone can't keep me here. "

While they were talking, the Nether Army had already packed up and set off for the south.

"You Wuming," Sang Yuanyuan said casually, "Don't you want to use me as a bargaining chip to ask my father to escort you back to Youzhou?

If Han Shaoling really wants to kill him, I'm afraid … "

You Wuming raised his eyebrows, "Then I won't be able to raise my head in front of my father-in-law for the rest of my life!"

The pride in his eyes almost dazzled Sang Yuanyuan's eyes.

She felt that she might be a little like Stockholm. At this moment, she had a strange thought, 'Does he really want to marry me?'

The marching speed of the Youzhou army once more left Sang Yuanyuan flabbergasted.

They had shown amazing fighting qualities. Even though they had just gone through such a fierce battle, brought so many wounded people, and lost most of their mounts, their marching speed was not the slightest bit slower than the regular army that Han Shaoling had brought to the Western Region.

Several times, Sang Yuanyuan saw a cloud of dust rising from the horizon. But under You Wuming's leadership, the tens of thousands of Youzhou Army were like ghosts, brushing past the regular army of the State of Korea again and again.

Three days later, You Wuming smoothly passed through the defenceless Ju Lin Pass, left the State of Korea, went through Sang Province, and then returned north to Youzhou.

Sure enough, Sang Prefecture was just as Sang Yuanyuan had imagined. It was filled with greenery and was full of vitality.

This place was rich in silkworms. Among the mulberry trees, there were busy strong men and beautiful women spinning silk. It was a treasure land with simple folk customs.

In such a place, spending the rest of her life in peace was the most ideal arrangement in her heart.

"Homesick?" You Wuming asked faintly.

Sang Yuanyuan nodded.

He gently rested his chin on the top of her head, faintly saying, "I'll take you back later.

Wait until I recover.

Otherwise, I won't be able to defeat those two. "

He wasn't willing to tell her where his injury was.

He was wearing black refined iron battle armor, so Sang Yuanyuan couldn't see it.

A personal guard came from afar, rushed to You Wuming's side, and presented several jade slips to him.

At this time, the army had just arrived at the first strategic town on the border of Youzhou, Shangdu.

You Wuming ordered them to rest and reorganize here. He handed Sang Yuanyuan over to several strong women with cultivation, and then hurried to the study with the jade slips he had just received.

She didn't know if she was overthinking, but Sang Yuanyuan felt that he seemed to be a bit excited.

She even suspected that the jade slips might have been sent by some lover.

The women silently prepared a bucket of hot water, and despite Sang Yuanyuan's protests, they washed her clean like shredding meat. After wiping off the water droplets, they wrapped her in a thick silk cloth, and moved her to a bed in a large bedroom that had been temporarily cleared out.

Sang Yuanyuan: "… …" Didn't they say that they wouldn't serve her?

After the women left, she carefully peeled herself out of the silk cocoon. Just as she was about to leave the bed to look for clothes, she heard a soft creak. The door was pushed open, and two maids quickly walked in with their heads lowered, holding trays in their hands.

When they got close, the maids lifted the tray halfway, and saw that there was a set of black clothes hidden under the tray.

Sang Yuanyuan felt that something was wrong. Just as she was about to open her mouth, she saw the maids look up with teary eyes.

Ling Gu!

She covered her mouth with her hand.

"Shh."

Ling Gu gestured for the other person beside him to help. He quickly changed Sang Yuanyuan's clothes, then carried her on his back and rushed out of the back window.

Sang Yuanyuan's mind only came back to him in a daze when the cool night wind blew.

Ling Gu had come to save her. She had been rescued by Ling Gu!

She had successfully escaped from the great villain You Wuming.

It was like a dream.

At this moment, Ling Gu had already brought her through a small door that had been specially opened, and they slipped out of the strategic town of Shangdu.

A large carriage pulled by sixteen cloud beasts had been waiting here for a long time. Ling Gu directly carried Sang Yuanyuan onto the carriage, and the cloud beasts immediately started running.

Sang Yuanyuan was placed on a long and soft cloud couch. Ling Gu pursed his lips and knelt on one knee on the couch, saying, "Your Highness, this subordinate came too late to save Your Highness!

Your Highness has been wronged! "

Seeing Sang Yuanyuan in a daze, Ling Gu gently stroked her hand and comforted her, "Your Highness, you don't need to worry. His Highness and the heir are stationed behind the mountain ten li away.

They were afraid that You Wuming would harm Your Highness, so they had this subordinate bring Your Highness out first before launching the attack. "

Sang Yuanyuan asked, "Ling Gu's men are in Shangdu?"

"Yes." Ling Gu smiled gently, "That's why His Highness deliberately sent out a jade slip to keep You Wuming here to 'discuss confidential matters'."

No wonder You Wuming took the jade slip and ran away.

Could it be that he had the intention to perform well in front of his' father-in-law '?

Sang Yuanyuan couldn't explain what she was feeling at this moment.

The joy of escaping alive wasn't as strong as she had imagined. She couldn't help but wonder if You Wuming would go crazy and kill people after finding out that she was missing.

The beast carriage quickly stopped.

Sang Yuanyuan caught her breath and was helped out of the carriage by Ling Gu.

Two pairs of red eyes stared at her.

"Daughter!!!"

"Little Sister!"

Sang Yuanyuan took a deep breath and raised her head.

She had already seen Sang Prefecture's King under the Great Wall. Looking at him up close, she found that the wrinkles on this bearded man's face were particularly deep, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes could even trap a fly.

Crown Prince Sang was just like her. He had an extremely beautiful face, and he looked a little feminine, but he didn't look feminine.

The father and son were both riding red cloud beasts. They stared at her with tears in their eyes.

Sang Chengyin jumped off the cloud beast's back first and almost fell in his panic.

Sang Yuanyuan noticed that he was still holding a glowing jade slip in his hand.

When his feet landed on the ground, a slightly hoarse male voice faintly floated out of the jade slip —

"Very good.

Come, let's fight. "

It's You Wuming.

Sang Chengyin casually threw the jade slip aside, then threw himself in front of Sang Yuanyuan.

The boorish man was timid. His hands trembled as if he wanted to hug her, but he didn't dare to.

Crown Prince Sang also jumped down and quickly walked in front of her. Sang Yuanyuan was surprised to find that this elder brother was actually a little shorter than her. He was an extremely handsome little man.

"It's okay, it's okay. Daughter, Ling Gu already told us. It's okay if we can't recognize you. Ah, it'll be fine after a while!" Sang Chengyin reluctantly withdrew his hand that was about to pat her head.

"Little Sister, did You Wuming bully you?" Crown Prince Sang's brows furrowed. "Big Brother will take down Shangdu right now and avenge you!"

Sang Yuanyuan hurriedly shook her head. "Father, Brother, please don't be impulsive.

You Wuming him … didn't bully me.

He was the one who saved me from Han Shaoling.

He's a good person. "

Hearing this, the father and son's eyes twitched.

"Not good." Sang Chengyin smiled stiffly. "I just cursed his eighteen generations of ancestors. Hiss — —"

"Father, how did you know that I was by You Wuming's side?" Sang Yuanyuan was still in a daze.

She wanted to ask about the rebellious uncle, but at this moment, her throat and heart felt like it was stuffed with cotton wool. She really didn't have the strength to care about others.

"Heh." Sang Chengyin raised his large hand and scratched his head. "I only thought of it when I turned around.

Such a cute little girl who didn't even blink on the battlefield. Who else could it be other than our family's Little Sang Guo? "

A scout hurriedly came to report from the front.

"My lord, You Wuming is leading a thousand cavalrymen to attack us!"

Crown Prince Sang lowered his eyes. "Father, should we fight?

I have a seventy percent chance of stopping this mad thief! "

Sang Yuanyuan looked up and saw that behind the Sang father and son, ten thousand cavalrymen were ready to attack.

"No, don't." Sang Yuanyuan blurted out.

"Little sister …" Crown Prince Sang wanted to say something, but hesitated. After a while, he said, "Even if we don't fight, that madman won't let this go."

"Do you have any more jade scrolls?" She asked anxiously.

Sang Chengyin reluctantly took out one.

Sang Yuanyuan grabbed it and jumped onto the carriage alone.

Her heart thumped wildly, and the hand holding the jade scroll trembled violently. At this moment, she actually felt nervous, which she hadn't felt in a long time.

The jade scroll broke, and a green light flashed.

"You Wuming." She called out softly. "I'll go to Tiandu to break the contract. Can you come back later to propose marriage?"