Chapter 107

Sang Yuanyuan had transmigrated, becoming a cannon fodder that died at the beginning of the novel.

Her luck was not bad. The male lead, Han Shaoling, seemed to have been reborn. He rushed in just in time and chased away the second female lead, You Yingyue, saving Sang Yuanyuan's little life.

Sang Yuanyuan was very grateful. She secretly thought that as long as Han Shaoling asked, she would agree to the divorce without another word. She would fulfill the male lead and female lead's love. She would not be entangled for even a second.

Han Shaoling slowly turned around and looked at her.

"Sanger, tell me, who is the person you love."

He was a peerless powerhouse and had been in a high position for a long time. With such a cold expression, Sang Yuanyuan suddenly felt a heavy pressure.

His gaze was forceful.

Sang Yuanyuan's heart could not help but slightly thump.

Was the male lead trying to play a love scene with her?

She was going to die.

She did not want to be a mistress!

Please, in ancient sadomasochistic novels, no matter how the male and female lead abused each other in the beginning, they would still end up together in the end, okay?

Which person who stood in their way would have a good ending?

The supporting male lead would die alone and regret his entire life.

The supporting female lead would either die or be crippled. She would also lose her reputation.

Sang Yuanyuan rejected this option.

She calmed down and calmly looked at Han Shaoling. She said very seriously, "I'm sorry, I lost my memory. I can't remember our past."

A tool should not have feelings.

He narrowed his eyes and moved closer.

His lapel was not pulled tightly. When he leaned forward, half of his strong chest muscles were exposed.

Sang Yuanyuan: "… …" What a good body!

As expected of the male lead.

Han Shaoling's eyes were slightly red. Two fingers like iron clamps pinched her chin: "Tell me, is the person you love You Wuming?"

Sang Yuanyuan hurriedly shook her head: "No!

I don't know this person. "

Wasn't You Wuming the great demon king of villains?

What the hell is going on?

Han Shaoling frowned and pressed her pulse with his other hand. "Say it again. Is the person you love really not You Wuming?"

"I really don't know him. Please don't ruin my reputation." From Sang Yuanyuan's point of view, this was not a question of death.

Lie detection? It was not fake, not fake at all.

Han Shaoling checked her pulse for a while to make sure that her heartbeat didn't speed up, her blood flow didn't accelerate, and her body temperature didn't rise.

"You really don't love him?" he persisted.

Sang Yuanyuan was speechless. Really, he had never seen someone so eager to be a tortoise.

This 360-degree maneuver to snatch the green hat was truly breathtaking.

Perhaps the disdain in her eyes was too obvious, but Han Shaoling's suspicions were completely dispelled.

He took a deep breath, and then the corners of his lips unconsciously curled upwards, and he couldn't stop it.

"That's great, that's great!

Sanger isn't that heavy … "He suddenly pursed his lips.

Sang Yuanyuan revealed a smile of understanding.

She guessed it right!

This male lead was reborn!

Then what he said didn't sound right?

What did he mean by 'that's great'? Sanger isn't reborn?

As a cannon fodder supporting female lead who died in the first sentence of the story, was there any difference whether she was reborn or not?

Han Shaoling's large hand let go of her wrist, and quietly slipped into her sleeve, his gaze becoming more and more intense.

Sang Yuanyuan felt like a little white rabbit being stared at by a big bad wolf.

If this continued, she was afraid that she would lose her virginity.

Sang Yuanyuan calmly took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I can't think of anything right now. My head is very dizzy, and I really want to vomit.

If you have anything to say, can you say it later, and let me rest for a while? "

Han Shaoling was probably frightened by her 'feeling like vomiting'. He retracted his hand and helped her lie down. "Rest well, don't think too much. I'll come and accompany you tomorrow morning."

After thinking for a moment, he rubbed his chin and said, "I'll send someone to protect you. You just have to be at ease. In this world, no one will be able to hurt you!"

"Thank you." Sang Yuanyuan smiled politely.

"That's great." Han Shaoling's smile was somewhat incomprehensible to her. "Sanger, that's really great!

I'm really happy! "

Sang Yuanyuan: "… …" Alright, as long as you're happy.

Han Shaoling left the magnificent palace, looking back three times with every step he took.

Sang Yuanyuan rubbed her temples, and just as she was about to organize her thoughts, she suddenly heard a light 'flapping' sound, as if a bird had flown to her window from afar.

A murmur sounded — —

"The one with the surname Han has power and influence. Although he's a little uglier than me, he's not that ugly. Today, I even saved her life, why would she want to be with me?

My mother is really crazy to want to marry a wife for me.

Forget it, seeing that she's not that annoying, I won't argue with her. I'll just treat it as a wasted trip. "

A very young voice, light and slightly muffled, was spoken with a breath.

Sang Yuanyuan was shocked.

She propped herself up and looked around.

Through the fishnet curtain, she could vaguely see a slender figure squatting on the windowsill. As the voice fell, a pair of dark wings spread out behind the person, and with a whoosh, he flew into the night.

Sang Yuanyuan: "???!!!!"

Who could tell her, why was there a moth-flapping birdman here?!

This time, her head was really starting to feel a little dizzy.

Sang Yuanyuan felt that this must be the residual side effect of the detoxification.

She fell back into the cloud couch and slumped like a salted fish.

Since the male lead was reborn, he must compensate the female lead who was tortured out of Stockholm by him. When they met in the golden wind and the morning dew, the supporting female lead had to know what to do in her heart.

She didn't want to make her presence known and obediently waited to be divorced, so that she could live on.

She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Her breathing gradually evened out.

Just as she fell asleep, a figure in black slowly walked in from the porch.

Han Shaoling stood by the cloud couch, staring at Sang Yuanyuan's sleeping face, a strange smile on his lips.

"Sanger," he muttered to himself. "How nice.

If you remember that You Wuming, then I'll have to tie you up and force you to give me a child.

Fortunately, you don't remember. If you don't remember, then forget it. I don't blame you. I forgive you. This time, I won't give You Wuming another chance. I'll grow old with you. "

He pondered for a moment, then turned around. "Han Shier, protect Madam.

Shisan, follow me. "

Two black figures flashed in from outside the door. "Yes!

My Lord! "

…

Han Shaoling's face darkened, and his eyes flashed. "Go, find out You Wuming's whereabouts."

Han Shisan was confused. "My Lord, who is You Wuming?

Is it the You Royal Family? "

Han Shaoling opened his eyes and raised his voice a bit, "You Wuming, King of Nether Province."

Han Shisan looked worried and said worriedly, "My Lord, have you been too tired recently?

Isn't You Mingxuan the King You Zhou? "

You Mingxuan?

Han Shaoling was in a daze for a long time.

This name was not unfamiliar. In his previous life, You Mingxuan had died at the hands of You Wuming early on, and was usually called the old King You.

"Then what about You Shizi?" Han Shaoling gritted his teeth and asked.

Han Shisan said, "You Shizi, You Yingri, Madam's elder brother … My Lord, is there anything wrong with him?"

"You Yingri?"

Han Shisan looked worried. "You Yingri, You Yingri, the famous good-for-nothing in the whole territory.

My Lord, do you want to investigate him? "

Han Shaoling took a light breath, his eyes in a daze, and a smile appeared on his lips.

You Wuming didn't exist in this world?

Then Sanger was really in his bag.

No, wait, that You Yingri must be investigated!

…

Sang Yuanyuan didn't know how long she slept.

She dreamed of a woodpecker.

He kept pecking at her shoulder and woke her up.

When she opened her eyes, she almost had a heart attack.

A person, a man, a strange man, squatted on the edge of her cloud couch, tilted his head and looked at her with interest.

He used two fingers to hold a string of amber prayer beads, and as if he was fishing, he dropped the heavy beads onto her shoulder one by one.

Sang Yuanyuan blinked hard and stared at him in horror.

"Shh." He said.

Sang Yuanyuan tried to keep her voice calm and asked him, "Why are you squatting here?"

He blinked. "Where else would I be squatting?"

Sang Yuanyuan: "… …" Why did Han Shaoling send her a guard with a screw loose?!

She took a breath. "Why are you throwing Zhuzhu at me?"

He chuckled. "Zhu Zhu.

Little Sang Guo, are you a three-year-old child? "

Sang Yuanyuan: "?" What is Little Sang Guo?

"Forget it."

He waved his hand carelessly and wrapped the string of amber beads around his wrist. "My mother said that you lost your memory and was worried that you were not safe, so she asked me to come back.

Don't worry, just sleep. I will watch over you. "

Sang Yuanyuan understood.

This was a guard sent by Han Shaoling to protect her. As for his mother, she should be the doctor who treated her.

Although she felt that something was not right, it didn't matter. It was fine as long as she could stay alive.

"I want to sleep for a while more. Don't disturb me."

Sang Yuanyuan closed her eyes.

The image of the guard lingered on her eyelids for a moment.

She realized that this man was very young and very handsome. He had red lips, white teeth, and dark eyes. He was even more beautiful than Han Shaoling!

He was so beautiful that he looked like a mannequin.

Eh?

Did she see wrongly?

She had already closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she felt a little embarrassed.

She was conflicted for a while. Her heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat.

A light chuckle sounded.

The young man's voice was very pleasant to the ears. There was a hint of annoyance: "Sleeping already?

Aren't you a little too careless, Little Sang Guo!

No wonder my mother was worried. "

She took the opportunity to open her eyes. But all she saw was his back quickly leaving the mermaid canopy.

He was tall and thin. His black robe covered his body. When the wind blew, he looked like he would fly.

He looked a little cold. He even hugged her shoulders and rubbed his hands on them.

Sang Yuanyuan: "…" The quality of this batch of guards doesn't seem to be very good.

… …

Sang Yuanyuan was quickly woken up by someone staring at her.

When she opened her eyes, she found that it was already noon. The person sitting on the edge of the cloud couch and looking at her affectionately was the State of Korea's King, Han Shaoling.

"Sanger, what do you want to eat for lunch?"

His gaze was deep and affectionate. Paired with such a handsome face, it was really hard to resist.

"State of Korea's King, please arrange as you wish."

"You are too polite.

Call me Shaoling. "The handsome man said dotingly.

Sang Yuanyuan: "… Shao. Pfft. Sorry."

Goosebumps appeared on her skin.

"Sanger …" Han Shaoling became even gentler. "You are exactly the same as before."

Sang Yuanyuan: "?"

Sorry. She really didn't know that Han Shaoling and Bai Yueguang once had a relationship.

"I've waited for you for six years, Sanger. You're finally here. It's like a dream!"

"Six years?" Sang Yuanyuan asked.

"Yes. You told me to wait for you for six years, so I waited for you for six years." Han Shaoling said affectionately.

Sang Yuanyuan: "…" Rolling in the sheets with someone else while waiting?

She felt that only the female lead of this novel, Meng Wuyou, who was still infatuated despite being abused hundreds of times, was worthy of such a 'good' male lead.

Han Shaoling was about to help her up when he suddenly heard a commotion outside. A young man was loudly shouting 'I want to see Teacher', while a young woman was weeping and saying 'No, Jiang Jinyuan, no'. The noise was so loud that it gave him a headache.

Sang Yuanyuan: "?"

What's going on? It's already been one night. Hasn't Han Shaoling pacified his runaway wife?

Han Shaoling's expression changed greatly. With a wave of his sleeve, he quickly walked outside.

Soon, the chaotic noises outside all disappeared.

Sang Yuanyuan waited quietly for a long time, but no one brought her food.

She was such a dignified and elegant beauty. She was too embarrassed to ask the maids for food. They all looked like they had already eaten. Their lips were all greasy.

After thinking for a moment, she said: "You can all leave. Close the door. Don't let anyone in."

This palace was so big. She would definitely be able to find food!

The maids respectfully bowed and left.

Sang Yuanyuan lifted her clothes and jumped off the cloud couch. She rolled up her sleeves and pounced on the exquisite and beautiful tables in the palace.

In TV dramas, there would be fruits and snacks placed on these small tables. She was very experienced in this.

After searching around for a while, she found nothing.

She persevered and went to search the wooden cabinets.

Suddenly, she heard a light laugh behind her: "Little Sang Guo, are you looking for evidence of Han Shaoling's betrayal?

Stop looking!

I'll take you to see it! "

Sang Yuanyuan turned around and saw the young imperial guard who hit her with the prayer beads last night.

"I'm looking for food!"

Sang Yuanyuan really couldn't put on the airs of a princess in front of this guy who was a bit abnormal.

"Liar!"

He laughed, "My mother said before that if a woman searches around behind her husband's back, she's either looking for her husband's secret stash of money or looking for evidence of his infidelity."

Sang Yuanyuan: "… …" Your mother is really a talent.

You're also a talent.

She took a deep breath and put on a big smile: "Then I'll continue looking for evidence. Can you help me find something to eat?"

The young man tilted his head and thought: "What do you want to eat?

I'll go to the kitchen and steal it for you. "

Steal?

Sang Yuanyuan was dizzy from hunger. She didn't care if he said something wrong and hurriedly said: "Roasted chicken!

Roasted duck!

Roasted fish!

Roasted squid!

Braised duck!

Spicy lobster!

Braised pork shoulder!

Sweet and sour pork ribs!

Spicy fish slices!

Stir-fried beef!

White rice! "

He opened his dark eyes wide and looked her up and down: "… … Little Sang Guo!

You're eating so much! "

He muttered in a low voice: "How can I afford to raise it."

Sang Yuanyuan looked at him like he was an idiot: "It's not meal time. It's good enough that there's one.

Say a few more, what if there's one dish? "

"Smart." He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Sang Yuanyuan: "… …" Are you an idiot?

He went to the kitchen.

Sang Yuanyuan collapsed on the chaise lounge, hoping that he would quickly bring her something to eat.

He came back quickly.

In his hand was a wooden plate covered with a wooden cover.

"So fast?"

Sang Yuanyuan knew that none of the dishes she ordered would be served. Calculating the time, the kitchen must be cold at this time, and the dishes she ordered must be fresh and hot.

Starting a fire at the last minute would definitely take a long time.

So this guard just casually made something convenient to send her away.

It's okay, she's not picky.

"Little Sang Guo, come and eat."

Sang Yuanyuan asked strangely: "Why do you call me Little Sang Guo?"

He was stunned: "My mother told me that you're Little Sang Guo."

Sang Yuanyuan subconsciously asked: "Who's your mother?"

"Kang Yanji." He said naturally.

As he spoke, he placed the wooden plate on the table.

"Pfft!" Sang Yuanyuan spat out a mouthful of tea, "You're the crown prince?"

Kang Yanji?!

There's only one woman in this world called Kang Yanji.

She's the Empress of Cloud Realm's 18 prefectures.

If his mother is Kang Yanji, then wouldn't he be the crown prince?

"What crown prince, Little Sang Guo, are you sick!" He raised his eyes, "Didn't you lose your memory? Did you also lose your brain?"

Sang Yuanyuan: "… …" Why do I have to argue with a psychopath about who's the psychopath?

She waved her hand and tiredly opened the wooden cover on the wooden plate.

A steaming hot aroma suddenly rushed over, crashing into her chest.

She saw that in the middle of the wooden plate, there was a long white porcelain plate. On top of it was a roasted carp that was tender on the inside and crispy on the outside. On the side was a small bamboo tube that was filled with rice.

Sang Yuanyuan opened her mouth wide in shock.

This roasted fish was clearly freshly cooked.

Could it be such a coincidence that the kitchen just happened to have prepared such a fish, just happened to come out of the pot, and just happened to be brought over by him?

"Tsk," his face was full of pain, "Didn't you ask for this fish?

Why aren't you eating? "

Without waiting for her to answer, he crossed his arms and walked to the side, muttering: "Sure enough, women are the most troublesome. Other than that Ming guy who doesn't have a temper, who can stand this kind of terrifying creature?

Wouldn't marrying her be looking for trouble? Whoever wants to marry her can marry her, I don't want her. "

Sang Yuanyuan: "… …" Did he think that there was something wrong with her hearing?

How could he say bad things in front of her face?

Really, this imperial bodyguard that Han Shaoling sent to protect her really made her feel exhausted.

Imperial bodyguard.

This was a real imperial bodyguard.

She sighed and picked up the bamboo chopsticks. She parted the yellowish fish skin and carefully picked up a piece of fish.

Sure enough, it was as she had imagined, fresh and tender. The spicy oil seeped into the fish fiber, and it melted in her mouth without chewing much. In addition to the fresh taste, there was also a strong aroma that overflowed, with a faint herbal aroma!

Sang Yuanyuan: "!!!"

This food from the State of Korea!

She could do it!

She rolled up her sleeves and began to eat heartily.

She didn't know when, but the young imperial bodyguard found his way to sit across from her. His hands were on his knees, and his back was slightly bent as he looked at her with interest.

"Is it delicious?

I think it's average. "He said.

"You're really picky!" She took a break and hurriedly replied, suddenly burying her head in eating.

He observed her for a while, and suddenly laughed: "I made it!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "… …" Really, if this person could be normal for ten minutes, then she would lose!

In the time it took him to go back and forth, he didn't even have enough time to light the stove.

And roast fish?

But since he had helped her find food, she didn't expose him. She only put down her chopsticks, wiped her mouth, and asked with a smile: "Oh, did the kitchen happen to have fish ready?"

"No." He shook his head without any sense of shame: "I caught the fish in the river outside.

The seasoning was stolen from the kitchen. "

Sang Yuanyuan: "… …" Even if she was willing to lie against her conscience, his words were too hard to accept!

In less than fifteen minutes, he went to the river to catch fish, and then roasted it into a plate that smelled so good?

Even if he wanted to lie, he should be more logical!

"Can you fly?" She felt that she shouldn't spoil him.

The beautiful lunatic nodded solemnly. "Yes, don't tell anyone."

Sang Yuanyuan: "… …"

He tapped the table with the back of his finger: "Did you hear that?

You have to keep it a secret. "

"Okay, okay, okay." Sang Yuanyuan's heart was full of vicissitudes.

"Little Sang Guo, you're being perfunctory." He looked dissatisfied.

Sang Yuanyuan: "… … I'm tired, I'm going to sleep."

He widened his long and deep black eyes in shock: "Sleep, eat, sleep, Little Sang Guo, are you a pig? How would I dare to marry you if you're like this!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "… …"

This transmigration, was really difficult.

Other transmigrators had golden fingers, but she was different. Not only was the plot completely different from the book, but she was also gifted with a lunatic.

"Who said I'm going to marry you?" She asked tiredly.

"My mother."

"Kang Yanji?" Sang Yuanyuan revealed a hypocritical and polite smile.

"Yes."

"Okay." Sang Yuanyuan said, "Can you let her help me resolve the marriage contract and the contract of love first?"

He took a step back in horror: "Wait, I haven't agreed to marry you yet."

Sang Yuanyuan: "… …"

She suddenly felt as if she had been infected by his lunacy.

Too difficult, this transmigration, was really too difficult.

The author has something to say: Thank you to the little angel who threw the rocket launcher: Muu 1;