Chapter 108.4 Extra Story - If The Little Young Master Never Turned Black(2)
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." What a wonderful family.
"As long as I haven't married a wife, I will never have a name." He said sadly.
Sang Yuanyuan doesn't know from what angle she should start to comfort the unfortunate young man.
His eyes suddenly flickered, his beautiful eyes narrowed, and he leaned closer: "Han Shaoling is here. Do you want to see him?"
Sang Yuanyuan raised her eyebrows: "No."
"Oh." There was a little joy in his dark eyes. Then he turned around and strode out.
Han Shaoling really didn't appear.
After about twenty minutes, the nameless handsome man came back with a fresh boiled fish and bamboo rice.
Sang Yuanyuan has never eaten such delicious and delicate fish.
She ate up all the food he brought back like a whirlwind. When she turned her head to look, she saw him standing by the cloud bed, motionless.
"Duplicitous." A cold and calm voice faintly floated out.
Sang Yuanyuan followed his gaze and saw the Marriage Contract and One Heart Contract.
"You said that you don't want Han Shaoling and I brought you the Marriage Contract over, but you are still not willing to tear it up." He turned around and sneered coldly.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." This play is pretty good.
Come on, let's play!
She rushed over with sudden big strides, grabbed the two deeds, tore them into hundreds of pieces with very exaggerated movements, and threw them high.
A strange feeling pervaded her mind.
It seems that something is disconnected, and a strange sour feeling fills the heart, a little bit like the taste of lovelorn.
One Heart Contract.
"Is this a real Marriage Contract and One Heart Contract?" Amidst the flying pieces of paper, she stared at him in horror.
"Can there still be fakes?" He looked at her with the eyes as if looking at an idiot.
"So, does this mean that I have one sidedly divorced with Han Shaoling?" Sang Yuanyuan felt a burst of dizziness.
"Yeah." He took a step back and looked at her vigilantly, "But I haven't promised to marry you. Little Mulberry, don't think too much. I have to observe carefully first."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Actually, who is the one that thinks too much?
"Wait!" She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Did Han Shaoling really come just now? How did you make him disappear?"
He looked indifferent: "I threw the counterfeit that looks like you to You Yingri's bed."
......
Just when Sang Yuanyuan tore apart the One Heart Contract, Han Shaoling was standing in the palace where You Yingri was placed, looking at You Yingri and Meng Wuyou who were disheveled. His eyes were cold.
He said: "It doesn't matter. I have no affection for Meng Wuyou at all. It's just that she is a descendant from the Passion Clan and I accidentally touched her, so I have to detoxify with her. If you also want to be poisoned by her, it's not a problem. You can just sleep with her, and you can even ask Jiang Jinyuan to play together--He also really loves this Meng Wuyou."
You Yingri stared blankly at Han Shaoling and the smile on his face froze completely.
Han Shaoling continued cruelly: "It's just a detoxification tool. The three of us can share it. However, I have to say in advance that in order not to affect the feelings between me and my wife, I will completely destroy Meng Wuyou's face. You should consider it more carefully whether to sleep with a terrible looking woman for a lifetime or not."
You Yingri was so frightened that he waved his hands again and again, and said with an apologetic smile: "King Han, Brother Han, Han Brother-in-law, I, I, I, I absolutely don't mean that. Re, re, really not. How can you take it seriously!"
Meng Wuyou, who was on the side, was heartbroken.
Taking advantage of others' unpreparedness, she slammed her head into the pillar on the side.
"Han Shaoling, I hate you in the rest of my life!"
At the moment when Meng Wuyou's head was about to knock on the pillar, Han Shaoling suddenly felt a strong sourness rising from the bottom of his heart! He half-covered his heart, didn't realize that this was the effect of the One Heart Contract being torn, and only thought that he was actually in love with Meng Wuyou.
Chapter 108.5 Extra Story - If The Little Young Master Never Turned Black(2)
He shivered and rushed forward without thinking at all, and blocked her with his body.
She fiercely slammed herself to his chest.
Han Shaoling found that the force of the collision was really not that great, and it was definitely impossible to die from it. At most, she will only be lying in bed for half a month.
However, even though he had already seen the true face of this woman with various tricks in her, at this moment, seeing her wanting to die, his heart was still aching very honestly, and the soreness made him feel uncomfortable and terrified.
"Woman, I do not allow you to die."
It turned out that the long-term company in the previous life had made this woman take root in his heart, and he could not bear the pain of losing her at all.
God, it turns out that he actually loves her! If not, why is his heart so sore at this moment! There is absolutely nothing wrong with the instinctive reaction of the body. He must be in love with Meng Wuyou...
Meng Wuyou and Sang Yuanyuan, he must have both!
They are all his!
In an instant, Han Shaoling made up his mind.
Since there is no You Wuming in this world, then, what else can he not get? The country and beauties, all these things are in his hands!
Han Shaoling was full of pride. He picked up Meng Wuyou, who had almost died of crying and left the stunned You Yingri on the side, then strode to his bedroom.
"Crown Prince You, I won't entertain you anymore then!"
Han Shaoling completely accepted Meng Wuyou and comforted her sadness with his strong body. The two spent the whole night, blowing hot and cold, on the huge bed in Wuji Courtyard.
He suddenly felt a little silly. Sang Yuanyuan betrayed himself and followed You Wuming in his previous life. She was the one who betrayed his love first. Why should he be so polite to her then?
Just hang her for a few days first!
......
Sang Yuanyuan sat by the window in a daze.
After dinner, the nameless lunatic went out. The sky was already dark but he hadn't come back yet.
She found that she had a little bit of a chick complex for him--Since the time she transmigrated into this world, he was the only one feeding her. Now, as soon as she is hungry, she starts to miss him unconsciously.
It's time for a late night snack.
The night watchman's drum beats again outside, and she finally sees him jump in with one hand on the windowsill.
He brought her roasted roe deer meat.
"The evidence you want is almost collected." He squatted on the opposite side of her. "It just lacks the scene where you, Han Shaoling and Meng Wuyou appear together. If there are just the two of them, Han Shaoling can argue that Meng Wuyou is you."
Since yesterday, he has used the Pearl of Remembrance to help her collect evidence to prove that Han Shaoling has found a woman who looks exactly like her--Collecting these things is just in case. If Han Shaoling is willing to break up peacefully, it will be a good parting and everyone will be happy.
It's just that she is afraid that this tyrannical male lead's brain is not sober enough and refuses to let her go.
Sang Yuanyuan must leave a way out for herself.
"Thank you for doing so much for me." She said sincerely while biting the fragrant and crispy strips of meat, "At this moment, I have nothing at all and cannot repay you. If you give me some time, I definitely won't be so useless all the time."
He tossed the Pearl of Remembrance he had just brought back and asked lazily: "What are you going to do?"
"Practice cultivation." Sang Yuanyuan bent her eyes happily.
He raised his eyebrows and said: "I am good at this. I will teach you."
His tone was very natural, which made her feel a little strange: "After I return to Sang state, will you come to see me often?"
"Why not? My mother said that you are my wife." He replied so naturally as if it is a matter of course.
Sang Yuanyuan suddenly felt a little flustered.
Chapter 108.6 Extra Story - If The Little Young Master Never Turned Black(2)
He saw him half-leaning lazily on the pillow beside the low couch, with a sad look: "Little Mulberry, you don't know how scary my mother is."
He clenched his fingers: "When I was three years old, she forced me to wash my tendons and cut my marrow. When I was seven years old, she forcibly poured the Spirit Marrow into me to make me break through the Shining Spirit Base. When I was ten years old, she took me to Dong state and forced me to refine the immortal fire. I broke the boundary at fifteen years old and I destroyed a bunch of old men that claimed to be communicating with God. Since then, every year, half of the time I was thrown into the underground to kill Underground Demons, and the other half of the time I was forced to refine a terrible colorful light. Can you see how miserable I am?!"
Sang Yuanyuan stared at him blankly. She couldn't help thinking of the kindergarten children who have to attend eight different after-school classes a week.
He glanced at her faintly: "A few days ago, she asked me to save my wife. Little Mulberry, tell me what can I do?"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." It turned out to be a young man above the average age for marriage was forced to go on a blind date.
The inexplicable panic that had just risen in his heart was pressed to death by her 'pfft'.
"I understand your feelings." She said sincerely, "If you need to deal with your mother, I will do my best to cooperate."
"Yeah." He narrowed his eyes happily, "Little Mulberry, you are a good person."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Is this sending her a good person card[1]?
When she finished the roasted meat, she saw him roll the round Pearl of Remembrance on the table and couldn't help stretching out her hand and scoop it up.
"Let me see what you recorded today?"
She has no spirit essence and can't see what's inside the Pearl of Remembrance.
"Alright." He suddenly became interested, bypassed the low table and squatted next to her. Then he said, "I put it on the roof and then went to roast the meat for you. When I left, the counterfeit was still dancing there. Not worth seeing."
When he injected the spirit essence, the Pearl of Remembrance glowed with white light.
A moment later, a one chi[2] square picture appeared in front of them.
Han Shaoling accompanies Meng Wuyou to eat, Han Shaoling watches Meng Wuyou dance, Han Shaoling talks to Meng Wuyou, Han Shaoling and Meng Wuyou... go to bed.
The sounds and pictures that are inappropriate for children floated out. Although the details are not visible from a distance, but...
Sang Yuanyuan was so embarrassed that her hair stood up and she squinted to see the lunatic next to her.
Then she saw that he also seemed to have been struck by lightning. Annoyance clearly floated in his dark eyes, and his eyes turned slowly, with the look of striving to maintain his calm.
After a long time, the picture and sound finally disappeared.
"Little Mulberry, why do you blush? It's just looking at the evidence. Are you thinking about those messy things?" He turned his head, with the solemn look of a villain suing his victims first.
Sang Yuanyuan: "... I am not. I do not!"
He leaned in abruptly, and a handsome face was suddenly zoomed in before her eyes.
A faint deep floral fragrance accompanied by a warm breath suddenly hit her. He stretched out two fingers and probed her cheek and forehead.
"So hot. Are you ill?"
Sang Yuanyuan: "... Ah, just a little uncomfortable."
He picked her up in his arms and walked to the bed.
She suddenly found that his thin and strong forearms and also waist have a very, very strong sense of presence, and the faint pleasant smell of a man stained her body.
Sang Yuanyuan's heart tightened slightly, and when she glanced at him, she found that his face was serious.
"I will find you medicine." He put her on the cloud bed, quickly retreated to the window and jumped out.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." She is going to die.
She seems to have been teased by a lunatic!
Not long after he left, the door of the hall was suddenly pushed open.
Han Shaoling walked in with the smell of wine all over his body.
[1] A good person card is an Internet buzzword, a euphemism for rejecting people's confession. It is used to describe the relationship between men and women on behalf of not accepting each other's intentions, expressing the meaning of rejection. The commonly used sentences are "You are a good person, but we are not suitable", "You are a good person, I hope you can find a better person" etc.
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[2] chi : a unit of length (=1/3 meter)
Chapter 108.7 Extra Story - If The Little Young Master Never Turned Black(2)
Sang Yuanyuan was slightly startled, and hurriedly got up from the cloud bed and saluted him properly.
"Sang'er." Han Shaoling said with a heavy breath, "I've been busy with official business these past few days and left you out. Come here. I have spent a lot of money to let someone find this spiritual pill. After taking it, it will help you remember the affection between us."
Sang Yuanyuan's intuition told her that it is not good. She said vigilantly: "King Han, have you drunk too much? I will let someone make a sober soup for you."
As she said that, she quickly walked towards the door of the hall.
He grabbed her arm at once.
"Sang'er, are you afraid of me? Why are you afraid of me?" She was staggering from his pull and bumped against his hard chest. "Huh?! Why aren't you afraid of You Wuming?"
His expression was ferocious: "When you and You Wuming were together, why weren't you afraid!"
"You're drunk!" The strong smell of wine made Sang Yuanyuan feel dizzy for a while.
She was so depressed. You Wuming, it's You Wuming again. This Han Shaoling feels uncomfortable if he doesn't pick up a green hat and wear it for a day, right?
"I am indeed drunk." Han Shaoling narrowed his eyes and smiled. "I've been thinking about you for two lifetimes, not knowing how to open up the situation between you and me. After thinking about it back and forth, it doesn't have to be so complicated. You are the wife I married openly. As a husband, as long as I fulfill my obligations, you and I will be able to tune in harmony. "
Today, Jiang Jinyuan made a lot of trouble with him again and insisted on seeing Meng Wuyou. Today's Jiang Jinyuan is very different. His biological father Jiang Xuhong is the Emperor of Tiandu. Jiang Jinyuan is a real Crown Prince. Han Shaoling doesn't want to offend him.
Han Shaoling, who was suffocating an acetic acid gas, suddenly remembered that he still had a wife who he had never used.
When the drunkenness was over his head, the image of Sang Yuanyuan and You Wuming in the previous life floated in front of him. Jealousy attacked his heart, and there was only one thought left in his mind--To possess her!
So he came.
Sang Yuanyuan had an ominous premonition in her heart, and looked at the pill he was twisting in his hand in horror.
She knows that it's not a good thing with just a glance!
She calmed down and smiled calmly: "Then, let me take a bath first..."
"Take the medicine before you go." There was a deep dark fire in his eyes.
Intuition tells Sang Yuanyuan that if she refuses, he will directly squeeze open her mouth and stuff the pill into her stomach.
A hero does not suffer immediate losses.
Go to the bathroom and throw up then.
She smiled, took the pill from his hand, and swallowed it without hesitation.
"KIng Han," she smiled timidly, "wait for me."
Han Shaoling felt that his scalp turned crisp.
She pointed at him with her fingertips and forced him to take a few steps back before he finally fell into the cloud bed.
"Don't move. Wait for me here!" She gave another wink.
Han Shaoling, who was already drunk and hazy, couldn't find his direction anymore.
"Alright!" He smiled so much that his teeth seemed to be grinding.
Sang Yuanyuan escaped from the bedroom.
A heat wave spread from her stomach and swept through her body.
She gritted her teeth and said to the maidservant: "I want a cold bath."
When she stepped into the tub, she found that she didn't even have the strength to vomit. In the cold water, she still feels that her body is extremely hot.
Fortunately, Han Shaoling drank a lot of wine and fortunately, she stabilized him. Otherwise, there would be more misfortunes than blessings!
There seemed to be ten thousand ants crawling in her body. She was so dizzy that she couldn't sober up even after she stuck her head into the water.
This medicine is extremely powerful!
Presumably, Han Shaoling must have cut off all means of retreat and is determined to deal with her.
When she is feeling so uncomfortable, I see the door of the hall opened and a thin figure striding in. Then he came to the edge of the barrel just like teleporting and looked at her with vague expression.
It's him. The lunatic. He is back.
Sang Yuanyuan pinched herself several times, making sure that it wasn't an illusion before she whispered softly to him--
"Help me."
Chapter 109.1 Extra Story - If The Little Young Master Never Turned Black(3)
Sang Yuanyuan was lying on the edge of the wooden bathing tub. Her face flushed, and her eyes seemed to be filled with a pool of shaky and unsteady honey-like liquid.
As soon as she opened her mouth, a strange sweet fragrance rushed out.
He could not help frowning.
"Help you kill Han Shaoling? Alright." He said.
"No." She stretched out a small hand and grabbed his sleeve, "He cannot be killed. There will be a lot of trouble."
Five thin wet fingerprints immediately appeared on his sleeves.
As soon as he lowered his head, he could not avoid seeing her thin white arms and shoulders.
"Little Mulberry," he took a breath, "if you are greedy for me, just say it directly."
Sang Yuanyuan glanced at him resentfully.
He reached into the water.
Sang Yuanyuan only heard the sound of 'bang', and all the cold water in the tub completely vaporized, which stunned her for a moment.
Immediately, he took off his robe, wrapped her into a silkworm chrysalis and held her to the soft couch on the side.
Her breathing became faster and faster, and the feeling of ants crawling all over her body became more fiery and electrifying, which made her so uncomfortable. As soon as she fell on the soft couch, she curled up into a ball and a pitiful whimper came out of her mouth.
"I will go find the antidote." He stood up.
She hurriedly grabbed him, like grabbing a life-saving straw.
"Don't, don't go. Don't worry, I won't do anything to you." She grabbed his cuff, then hesitantly leaned in, and sniffed.
He: "... What are you doing?"
She was somewhat embarrassed: "There's a smell of flowers. It's cool and refreshing."
He: "...I don't have any smell on me."
He sat on the edge of the soft couch and stared at her vigilantly: "Little Mulberry, what do you want to do to me actually? I won't touch you. If I touch you, I have to marry you. I haven't thought about whether to marry you or not. You ate too much food."
Sang Yuanyuan looked at him aggrievedly: "No one has given me a bite of food except you. I was starving."
She was so hungry and almost bullied by Han Shaoling too.
His black eyes rolled rapidly.
"I won't do anything to you." She said helplessly. "Just stay with me. I'll be scared if I am here only by myself."
"... All right." He compromised, hooked his head and stared at her for a moment, "But Little Mulberry, I think you need an antidote more."
She firmly grasped his close fitting clothes, pressed him on the soft couch, leaned against his lean and strong body and pressed her head against his heart.
"Thump... Thump... Thump, thump, thump thump thump thump..."
She slowly raised her face and squinted at him: "Why is your heart beating so fast?"
He: "......"
Her thin white fingers held onto him like snakes and vines, without the meaning of letting go at all.
She was so tormented by the effect of the medicine that her intuition dominated her and she looked for the medicine she needed in him instead.
He stared at her, his slightly beautiful Adam's apple rolling up and down.
She put her red lips close to his chin and exhaled out fragrant breath: "I just sniff and hug. I won't do anything at all."
Then she crawled on top of him like a snake.
His eyes widened and even his breathing stopped.
She suddenly stopped and looked down slowly: "Huh? What is pressing against me..."
He sucked in a huge breath of cold air, shouted inwardly that it's not good, and his dark eyes kept turning.
Seeing that her interest gradually went downward...
His black eyes settled and an idea hit on him in desperation, then the spiritual essence flowed backward, and his body became wooden at a fast speed.
"I turned my body into wood." He raised the corners of his lips proudly, "Just hug it however you like."
Sang Yuanyuan bent her knuckles and knocked him on the chest.
Tuk Tuk Tuk.
He really turned himself into a piece of wood!
After the woodification, the temperature on the body's surface disappeared rapidly. It was cold and hard. For her, who was now hot and uncomfortable, it was tantamount to sending charcoal in the winter.
She hugged him fiercely and rub, rub, rub, rub, time and again, against this piece of wood...