After Transmigrating into a Short-lived White Moonlight, had a HE with the Villain

You Wuming lifted the knife forward.

Sang didn't take the opportunity to take his plush bear sister in her arms.

In the snow and snow, the bright and flamboyant lady hugged the trembling little white bear, just like a pair of sister flowers blooming under the snow valley.

"Dare you read it?" Sang asked closely.

"of course!"

She was a female warrior who had fought in the wave of underworld, but it was not a little white flower in a greenhouse.

Take a few steps and realize that something is wrong.

Huang Fujun suffered several knives in the teahouse, and he was clearly injured in the internal organs. Such a seriously injured patient fell from this hundred feet off the cliff and will die. How can he still struggle to get up?

There must be something wrong!

"Beware of cheating!" she shouted with a horn closed to her lifeless back.

She has a high fever and has a hoarse voice.

You Wuming's footsteps slightly paused, nodded in a very small arc, and then the blade tip exploded with spiritual energy, and the figure swept away from the snow, stirring up a height of snow mist.

Sang snorted disproportionately: "What a hell."

Now he sees You Wuming even more unpleasant. This guy clearly wants to act in front of the little girl.

Sang was not close, not to be outdone, a little bit on his toes, raising a fog of snow behind him, flying like a flaming phoenix towards the broken car not far away.

"Yu Wuming will always belittle the enemy, little girl, I will help him!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

She flicked her two furry arms and jumped hard towards the battlefield.

I saw You Yun Ling Yun's light blade cut heavily on the sedan chair.

Zi Shanren's hair was scattered, and he rolled incomparably to the side, avoiding the blade. In the snow, a trace of blood stains was left.

——It has been a miracle to fall straight from the top of a hundred feet, and it is still a miracle to survive. No matter how strong the body is, it must be seriously injured. Can a person who is seriously wounded still be able to slam?

Sang could not help narrowing his eyes.

Can it be restored to this point in just a few days? Either, Huang Fujun has already resigned his life with the Ming Clan, or...

I saw that the man in the purple shirt staggered towards the jade jade that fell to the distance.

"Don't let him report!" Sang shouted from afar.

Sang didn't fly near, raised his foot, and kicked the jade jade obliquely in the snow to dozens of feet away.

The lifeless figure jumped high in the snow, like the white killing **** descending on the side of the purple shirt man, the knife raised, and hacked again.

This time, the Zishan people were unavoidable and could only raise their arms and burst into a turquoise spirit, which could withstand a blow.

A mouthful of blood spewed out into the sky, and the hair was blown to the back by a knife wind, revealing a young face.

Not Huangfujun!

Sang far sighed softly, disappointed in his heart, and felt as if it was reasonable.

She looked anxiously at Youmei.

You Wuming was laughing, but he smiled sincerely. He hooked his lips and said in a word: "O Lord."

Overseer? Sang raised a brow.

Didn't those who took the false royal order and killed the father and son of Sangzhou just follow the order of the'lord'? In front of him, the person who pretended to be Huang Fujun was actually the governor? ! It must have been a big man.

It seems that the incident of'Huangfujun returning to Dongzhou' is a trap from beginning to end. The purpose is to lead Youfu to take risks and intercept'Huangfujun'. When Yu Wuming fights to kill the sedan chair with all his strength, he will be greeted by the counterfeit goods with full strength and standing by.

When the time comes, you will have to suffer a big loss.

It's a pity that they never imagined that some people thought of such a raccoon cat to change the prince, and quietly hid the sky, exchanged the counterfeit goods from under the eyelids of all the masters, and fell seven and eight.

"Yu Wuming." The young man in the purple shirt vomited blood and slowly crawled back. "This time, I admit it, but you can't kill me!"

"Oh?" You Wuming raised her lips, holding the knife with one hand, and approached casually. "You talk about why you can't kill you, Huangfudu."

Huangfudu? Upon hearing the name, Sang Yuan immediately remembered the character.

The Huangfu family resisted the entire eastern front with one family, including the three states of Jin, Tu and Huangfu. Among them, the person responsible for the section of the Great Wall in Jinzhou is Huangfujun's righteous son, Huangfudu.

This righteous son was inherited from the Yuan clan, and was brought by Huangfu Jun since childhood, and he was nurtured.

Huangfu Jun has not yet married his wife, and the son of Dongzhou King is still reserved for his future son, so he did not ask for the title of the son of Huangfu, but let him take the position of the governor, and he has considerable power and reputation in the army. .

The reason why Sang Yuan was so impressed with this name is because Huang Fudu once helped Meng Wuyou to do an inexhaustible thing in the book-after You Wuming died, You Yingyue was completely overthrown and lost her life. , Han Shaoling's arms were empty, and he was spoiled by a Malay woman. Seeing that the righteous girl could not wash her face with tears all day long, Huangfu seduce the witch woman in person, and gave Han Shaoling a big green hat with an upright top.

Afterwards, the witch died begging for Bai Laifei to follow Huangfu, Han Shaoling finally saw the faces of these women, and woke up, knowing that only dreams and worries in the world are true to him.

Sang Yuanyuan then remembered this righteous brother who did not hesitate to betray his body to solve the love rival for Yimei.

Huangfudu.

I didn't expect to meet a real person so soon.

She withdrew her thoughts and looked at the person.

Huangfudu was born very beautiful, and his outline was very similar to that of Huangfujun. The difference was that his eyebrows and lips were strong, not like Huangfujun's indifference. Some gorgeous facial features are embedded in the fair skin like Huang Fujun, and a round of cinnabar is also spotted between the eyebrows, which shows a strange special color.

He was vomiting blood at the moment, obviously obviously not hurt badly.

Huangfudu knew that You Wuming was a neat lunatic, and in order to save his life, he threw a shocking secret—

"You Wuming, you can't kill me! I am the biological son of Dongzhou King and Emperor!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was stunned.

Huangfudu is... Huangfujun and Jiang Yanji's... biological son? !

Sang jumped from afar, looking worriedly at You.

Fang Cai's aura flew, just like the lifeless death of the **** of death. At this moment, he suddenly collected all the breath. The whole person seemed to melt into the ice and snow, and there was only a shadow left.

"Really." He spoke lightly.

"I don't need to lie to you." Huangfu raised his face, lifted the snow with his fingers, wiped the cinnabar of the frontal heart, and revealed a plum-shaped red birthmark. "This is the evidence!"

Everyone knows that the emperor Jiang Yanji has a plum blossom imprint on her forehead, and she will usually decorate it with gold tincture.

There is Jiang Yanji's mark, almost the same outline and skin as Huangfujun, and the truth of this matter is beyond doubt when I think of the relationship between Huangfujun and the female emperor.

At this moment, Yumie seems to have turned into a flying snow between heaven and earth.

Huangfu Ferry Road: "This time, my father was seriously injured. My mother made me pretend to be a father and lead a snake out of a hole. In fact, it was also to cover my father. My father has detoured from Jiangzhou, passed Zhaozhou, and returned to Dongzhou from afar. You are dead, you have already If he can't kill his father, it's time to think about his future."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone's expression could not help but dignified a lot. To kill Huangfu Jun, all you need is a quick and accurate, if you lose your hand, you really have to consider the issue of aftermath.

"How old are you." You Wuming asked a question that puzzled everyone.

Huang Fudu was stunned: "Twenty-four. How?"

You Wuming chuckled and said: "Very good. Very good."

Sang felt distressed from afar. You Wuming is twenty-five this year, Huangfudu is actually twenty-four. This means that Jiang Yanji just gave birth to a lifeless life, so he abandoned the father and son, and quietly fell into the arms of Huang Fujun, and gave birth to a son for him.

In this way, from the beginning, Jiang Yanji's fear of Mr. Ming was simply a heart of exploitation!

Seeing You Wuming look a little trance, Huangfu quickly said, "You can threaten them with me and get the benefits you want. You Wuming, you have ambition and ability, you are a wise man, naturally know, keep My life will bring you thousands of benefits."

In Huangfudu's eyes, there seemed to be a starlight spinning. He raised his hand to wipe the blood stains on the corners of his lips, and his voice was lingering: "You're lifeless, you won't kill me, you'll take me back, heal me, right? Ok?"

You Wuming trance for a moment, slightly bowed, and extended a hand to Huangfudu on the ground.

The ecstasy of the remaining life after the robbery floated up in Huangfu's eyes, struggling to grab the hand that Yuming had passed.

You Wuming pulled him from the ground and hugged him straight into his arms.

Huangfudu: "..."

He found that You Wuming, a lunatic, had no temperature on his body.

His breath was as cold as a snake. This cold madman slowly put his head on Huangfudu's shoulders, his lips pressed against his ears, and he exhaled: "How could I let you go?"

Huangfudu felt cold and was about to struggle, and found that a cold and hard hand had been pressed on his back neck.

Suddenly, the vision was crooked by ninety degrees. The terrifying tears and darkness struck together. Before Huangfu passed to death, he figured out his own method of death-he broke his neck bone by Yumei and took off the first level.

You Wuming pushed away the headless body of Huangfudu, and let his blood sprinkle in the pure white snow.

He grabbed Huangfudu's hair and carried his head to the front, and said softly to this man who had already lost his life—

"My brother."

His voice was so soft that only Huangfudu's residual soul could hear it.

...

You Wuming flicked the head a few times.

When he turned around, the careless smile mask was already on his face, and he threw his no longer bleeding head to Agu, saying, "Keep it well! It's useful."

"Yes!" Agu's legs took Huangfudu's beautiful head together.

Sang Bubu frowned and said, "Huangfujun, this old fox, is really bold!"

A hundred guards and messengers from Dongzhou are here to **** the bait, and there is no one left around Huang Fujun. With only a few cronies, dragging the seriously wounded body, and traveling back to Dongzhou, it is really bold and attentive, showing the true character of Xiaoxiong.

"It doesn't matter." You Wuming said, "Then let the son die for him."

He lazily walked out of the valley, looking completely indifferent, but Sang knew that he was not good at the moment, not at all.

Because he left her in place.

It wasn't until he reached the entrance of the valley that he realized that he had forgotten Xiao Mulberry.

He stayed in place for a while, but did not look back.

Sang wanted to catch up with her from afar. Unfortunately, she was too thick and heavy, and she was sick again. She was top-heavy, and she walked around in two quick steps.

Sang wasn't close because he wished to separate the two men with a mountain. When you saw You Wuming left, he happily embraced Sang far and smiled brighter than peach blossoms.

Sang fluttered for a while, seeing that he was getting farther and farther away from his life, and he couldn't help anxious. When he opened his mouth to shout, he suddenly found that there were many golden moths among the snow flakes in front of him.

She rubbed her eyes in surprise, but when she fixed her eyes, she saw that snow was still snow, and where there were gold moths.

When she was startled, her eyebrows suddenly became cold, as if she had wings gently patting her skin. Immediately, a slight cold pain struck her, and she clearly felt that a icy cold breath had penetrated into her forehead , Hit the brain directly.

She shuddered and frightened so much that she quickly raised her hand to touch it and only touched a small drop of water melted from the snow particles.

The forehead is hot.

"Brother, I'm afraid I'm seriously ill," Sang said far away. "Just now, I feel that there is a golden moth that burrowed into my forehead. I don't know what moth is."

Her voice was more hoarse.

Sang was not close and was distressed and funny. He squatted slightly, and simply picked her up and hugged her sideways, holding her like a big snow ball and holding her out.

The three-wheeler is hidden at the entrance of the valley.

Across the distance, Sang Yuan saw Youyou sitting alone on the roof of the car, leaning her head back, waiting impatiently for her to return.

"Little Mulberry!" he shouted, "hurry up, I'll catch you a fun guy!"

He raised a hand and carried out a fluffy thing.

A big snow rabbit!

Snow Rabbit's ears were clenched by him, and two fat round hind legs were hanging in the air, kicking incessantly.

Sang saw that he still had the leisure to catch snow rabbits to tease her, and his heart was sour and joyful, and had mixed flavors.

Sang Bujin wanted to take her away by herself and was held by her collar.

I saw her blinking pitifully, pouting: "Brother, I want to touch Snow Rabbit!"

Sang stared at You Wumei bitterly, staring at him like a crossbow, and wished to poke a few big pairs on him.

Stinky boy, cheat the girl with furry, want to lose face!

You Wuming didn't even look at him at all. He smiled and looked at Sang from the ground, running towards him clumsily.

He didn't meet him.

At this moment, his mood is actually very strange.

He wished that time would stay at this moment forever, and there was no need for a future.

Because at this moment, only good things are waiting, no bad things.

At this moment, his little mulberry has only him in his mind. There is no hindrance between them. He just needs to wait for her quietly here. There will be no accidents or accidents.

He squinted his eyes unconsciously and tilted his head, as if enchanted, and greedily enjoyed her step by step approaching time.

'Not as good as I died. '

There was such a thought in his mind.

He slowly lowered his eyes and looked at his heart.

It jumped faster and seemed to want to break out.

He lowered his head and laughed lowly.

'No, this is not the best. Xiao Mulberry will definitely give me more surprises, no, it's just scared. '

He smiled and raised his eyes.

Suddenly she saw her fall and planted in the snow.

Youming: "..."

He jumped out of the car lazily, grabbing a woman dressed well before Sang was near.

His eyes froze suddenly.

He saw a little bright red blood on the snow, like a beautiful little peach flower.

"I fell," she said grievously.

You Wuming's heart was startled, and she eagerly looked at her face.

I saw blood and snow between her nose and lips, her small face was flushed red, but her eyes were curved, smiling at him.

You Wuming took a deep breath and raised her hand fiercely to wipe the blood off her face.

As soon as she wiped it off, her nose was bleeding again.

Youming Qi is happy: "Can people in the Lingming Realm still have nosebleeds?"

He threw the snow rabbit, picked her up and hugged it into the carriage, took out the silk cloth and twisted it into a strip, and blocked her nose.

Charcoal has been lit in the car since she was ill.

The whole carriage has been warmed and melted, Sang took off the bulky snow animal fur overcoat far away, and the whole person fell into the dead arms.

His body is cold.

He grabbed the smock and wrapped it outside.

"Just before, did Huangfudu cast a witch trick on you?" Sang Yuan asked.

"Yeah." You Wumei froze, staring at her, "Little Mulberry, do you even know this?!"

Suddenly he felt a little ill, and his eyes flickered.

After all, he had used such a method against her twice.

Sang far thought, no wonder that the unlucky Wu clan girl in the book, who had followed well with Han Shaoling, was suddenly overwhelmed by Huangfu's fascination. It turned out that just like You Wuming dealing with Shuang'er, Huangfudu just hypnotized the unlucky girl.

"Jiang Yanji is a witch?" Although Sang Yuan already had an answer in his heart, he couldn't help but want to confirm it.

"Yeah." You Wuming's eyes were empty, "Xiao Sanguo, with such dirty blood flowing in my body, you hate me, don't you?"

"Not annoying." She gently rubbed her cheek against him. "No hair is annoying. I like you and I like it everywhere."

He chuckled loudly: "Liar."

She smiled leisurely: "Even if it is a liar, it can deceive you all your life, to deceive me on the day of my death, that is not a liar. Do you say it?"

You Wuming had to admit that she said something very reasonable, he was a little happy, and a little unhappy, don't twist your head aside.

"But how could Jiang Yanji be a Wu people?" Sang still couldn't figure it out.

The Jiang family is a royal family. It has only been married to the royal family. How could it be mixed with the blood of the Wu family?

You Wuming shook his head: "You can kill it for a hundred."

"Well." Sang has long been used to his straight style.

After thinking for a while, she asked carefully: "Huangfudu don't know that you are also a Wu clan?"

You Wuming smiled gently: "No one knows but you."

Sang was stunned: "Don't Jiang Yanji know?"

"Of course she doesn't know." The corners of Yumei's lips curled up in a weird arc. "How dare she know that? At midnight, when I guess a little, I can call her a lot of hearts and trembles."

His dark eyes floated with a tingling scalp light, his smile stagnation and rigidity, and he seemed to be sick.

Sang knew he had encountered his penalty zone again.

She reached out a small hand that covered her body warmly, stroked his cheek, rubbed the corner of his lips, and spoiled him: "Don't talk about those, I'm so uncomfortable! You have a headache! I can't settle in. , I can't even throw out my big face!"

He settled down, and his mind was captured back.

He lowered his head, touched her forehead with a forehead, and whispered dissatisfiedly: "How can it be that it's not good to be sick for so long, and to get sick again, they must use this as an excuse to delay our marriage. Little Mulberry, I have been patient with you for so long, and I don't want to bear it anymore. I want you. I need it now. I need to be sick."

Over the past few days, the shock brought by'kelp' has gradually been thrown away from his head by deceiving himself. When he recalls the scene of that day, he only remembers Wenxiang nephrite in his hand.

When he thought of the scenery that was so entangled, his heart would twitch and his body could not bear the pain.

"Little Mulberry. I want to try...you just let me try..."

He couldn't help but bow her head to kiss her.

Sang knew that his emotions would be turbulent today. Now, this hedgehog still only hides his wounds without others touching. What she can do is make him feel that there is still a lot of warmth and softness in this world. Make him happy, let him be nostalgic, and let him open up to her little by little.

She opened her lips slightly and greeted him.

Just then, an unstoppable cough came up, and she suddenly turned her head away. After three violent coughs, the throat warmed and sweetened, and a spit of blood spewed out.

You Wuming frightened for a big jump, staring at her tightly, her pupils trembling unconsciously in the eyes.

Sang hurriedly smiled with his lips and said: "It's okay, it's about to burn out some blood, and just vomit. It's not uncomfortable at all, really."

She really didn't feel uncomfortable.

He glared at her for a moment, and spoke very slowly, very slowly: "Your face is scary."

His eyes stopped on her forehead, raised a finger, gently pressed twice, frowned: "What's wrong with you? Does it hurt?"

A few small yellow dots appeared on the white and full forehead.

Sang was a little surprised, slowed down for a moment, and told him that he saw the gold moth burrowing into his forehead.

You Wuming put her on the soft couch and walked out with a cold face: "It must be evil in the snow. Seek medical treatment nearby."

The closest city to Bingwu Valley is Yundu, the capital city of Yunzhou.

The convoy no longer went south, but went straight north to Yundu.

Sang didn't get close to driving the car like he was flying.

Sang leaned on You Wuyuan and talked to him: "I heard that Yunzhou is a woman's head, do you know the regent Wang Yun Xu Zhou?"

The Yun's male is dying. In this generation, there is only one weak and legged man, Yun Xuyang. After he succeeded the Yunzhou King, he was unable to manage political affairs and military affairs, and he gave power to his own relatives. Sister Yun Xuzhou, seal the regent king, in charge of Yunzhou affairs.

It should also be a remarkable strange woman, but under the strong aura of the female emperor, this female regent is like the fluorescent light under the blazing sun, and it is not noticeable.

You Wu Ming hooked her lips, and her dark eyes stared straight down.

"Little Mulberry, you are jealous."

Sang Yuanyuan: "?"

You Wuming mysteriously leaned in front of her, raised her eyebrows high, and said, "At first, I almost married Yun Xuzhou. Xiao Sanguo, don't pretend, how could you not know."

Sang really didn't know.

The book does not talk about things before the big devil became black. Does he have a history of love?

Perhaps because of illness, listening to him, her chest suddenly seemed to be stuffed with heavy cotton wool. It was so dull that she didn't want to look at him again.

"I'm angry." He tilted his body and raised her chin with his index finger, laughing, "Little Sanguo is angry!"

"Xiao Sanguo!" he said, "you and Han Shaoling have been married, I haven't mad at you yet!"

She looked up at him and said rascally: "I am only Xuzhou officials who set fire to the people without lighting! I am angry!"

You Wuming froze for a moment, then smiled while covering her forehead: "Good!"

He looked extremely happy. The angle of the grinning lips couldn't be closed for a long time.

He hugged her tightly in his arms and whispered to her ear, "You don't know, Xiao Sanguo, the old ghost made his own proposal and asked me to marry Yun Xuzhou, who knew that Yun Xuzhou Not looking at me yet, rejected the old ghost."

Sang could not help but leaned his head and stared at his amazing handsome face: "She hasn't seen you?"

Such a good skin will also fail blind date?

"I haven't met." You Wuming said, "She handed over a long mandarin, and the words are very good, but the real meaning in the words is that you are weak and incompetent, not worthy of her. "

He smiled, and looked really unpretentious, saying: "Afterwards, when she knows what kind of person You Wuming is, she regrets it too late."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

She felt that Yun Xuzhou should have no regrets at all. And listening to this, people refused to be neat, what is the name of "almost married"? It's a thousand miles away, okay.

You Wuming saw through what she was thinking at a glance.

He said very unhappy: "Xiao Sanguo, do you think it is right that Yun Xuzhou refused to marry me?"

"Of course!" She bent her eyes. "It's so nice to leave you to me."

He smiled: "I won't marry even if she agrees."

"Deceptive."

"I didn't lie to you." He said, "At that time my knife was already hanging above the ghost's head. He didn't know, and he kissed me for it. Ridiculous. How could I marry."

Sang looked up at him from afar. She could feel his mood is complicated.

Being nurtured and raised by the enemy... Love and hate, water and fire, twisted and entangled, entangled and split his heart, dragging it to a darker abyss day by day.

At the moment of You You, he broke the cocoon and turned into a pure black king butterfly.

Sang Yuan had a pain in his heart, grabbed his back neck, and dragged his head down so hard that she kissed him heavily and chattered as he kissed, "Fortunately, if you have ever married, you will be without me . You're lifeless, good luck, wait for me!"

He restrained himself and dared not kiss her hard, for fear that she would cough again.

He responded pretendingly: "Uh huh."

The deep, deep voice fell deeply into her heart.

After a while, the two slowly separated slowly.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at her for a moment, then proudly extended his finger to pick her chin: "When you are cured, I will take you to Yun Xuzhou and ask her to see, this is my nothingness The woman you like."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

Naive ghost!

But... did he finally admit 'like'?