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

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Sang Yuan has transmigrated into the book, transmigrated into a cannon fodder who died at the beginning.

Her luck was not bad, the hero Han Shaoling was suspected to be reborn, he rushed in in time, drove away the second female You Yingyue, and saved Sang Yuan's life.

Sang Yuanyuan was very grateful, and thought to himself, as long as Han Shaoling opened his mouth, she would agree to the divorce without saying a word, fulfilling the love between the hero and the heroine, and never entangled for a second.

Han Shaoling turned around slowly and looked at her.

"Sonny, tell me who you love."

He is a peerless strong man, and he has been in a high position for a long time. With such a cold face, Sang Yuan suddenly felt the heavy oppression.

His eyes were staring intently.

Sang Yuan couldn't help but slightly thumped in his heart. The male lead is going to have an emotional scene with her?

It's going to kill me.

She is not the original mistress! Please, in the ancient abuse novels, no matter how much the hero and heroine abused in the early stage, they always wanted HE in the end, okay? Which of the people who stand in the way of their relationship has good fruit to eat?

The male supporting role dies alone, regretting his whole life.

The female supporting role is either dead or disabled, and her reputation will be ruined.

Sang refused this option.

She calmed down, looked at Han Shaoling calmly, and told him seriously: "I'm sorry, I lost my memory, and I can't remember the past between us."

Tool man, no emotion.

He narrowed his eyes and moved closer.

His clothes were not pulled tightly, and he leaned forward, revealing a small half of his strong chest muscles.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Good figure! As expected of the hero.

Han Shaoling's eyes were reddish, and he pinched her chin with two fingers like iron pincers: "Tell me, is the person you love alive or not?"

Sang Yuan quickly shook his head and said, "No! I don't know this person."

Isn't You Wuming the great villain? Where does this follow?

Han Shaoling frowned, and firmly held her wrist pulse with the other hand: "Again, is the person you love really You Wuming?"

"I really don't know him, please don't ruin my reputation at will." In Sang Yuan's view, this is not a proposition at all.

Lie detector or something, not false, not false at all.

Han Shaoling pinched her veins for a while to make sure that her heartbeat did not speed up, her blood flow did not speed up, and her body temperature did not rise.

"Don't you really love him?" He asked persistently.

Sang is far speechless, really, I have never seen such a rush to be a bastard. This 360-degree maneuver to snatch the green hat is really breathtaking.

Perhaps because the contempt in her eyes was too obvious, Han Shaoling's suspicion was finally completely dispelled.

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

"Great, great. Sonny isn't heavy..." He pressed his lips together sharply.

Sang Yuan smiled knowingly.

Sure enough, let her guess right! This hero is reborn!

Then his sentence is not right? What do you mean it's great that Sonny is not reborn?

As a cannon fodder female supporting role who died in the first sentence of the article, is there any difference whether she is reborn or not?

Han Shaoling's big hand let go of her wrist, and quietly sneaked into her cuff, his eyes became more intense. Sang Yuan felt like a little white rabbit being watched by a big bad wolf.

If this goes on like this, I'm afraid I will die.

Sang Yuan took a breath calmly: "I'm sorry, I can't think of anything right now, and I'm very dizzy and very nauseous. If you have anything to say, can you say it later, let me rest for a while?"

Han Shaoling was probably frightened by her 'very nauseous', withdrew his hand, helped her to lie down, and said, "Rest well, don't think too much, I will come to accompany you tomorrow morning."

After thinking for a moment, he stroked his chin and said, "I will send someone to protect you. You just need to rest assured that no one in this world can hurt you!"

"Thank you." Sang Yuan smiled politely.

"That's great." Han Shaoling's smile was somewhat incomprehensible to her, "Sang'er, that's great! I'm so happy!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Fine, as long as you are happy.

Han Shaoling turned his head three times and left this magnificent palace.

Sang rubbed his forehead far away, and was about to collect his thoughts, when he suddenly heard a slight 'flapping' sound, as if a bird flew to his window sill from a distance.

A whispering voice sounded——

"The surname Han is powerful and powerful. Although she is uglier than me, she is not that ugly. She saved her life today. Why does she want to follow me? My mother really wants to marry me. Forget it. For the sake of her appearance, I won’t bother with her anymore, just treat my trip as a waste.”

Very young voice, ethereal, a little muffled, breathy.

Sang was startled from a distance.

She propped herself up and sat up, looking around.

Through the gauze tent, I vaguely saw a slender figure squatting on the window eaves. When the words fell, two wings of dark light like wings spread behind the man, and flew upside down into the night with a flap.

Sang Yuan: "???!!!"

Who is going to tell her why there is a big bird with a fluttering moth here? !

Now, my head is really a little dizzy. Sang Yuan felt that this must be a residual side effect after detoxification.

she fell back to the couch

Li, very paralyzed.

Now that the male protagonist is reborn, he must make up for the female protagonist who was abused by him and left Stockholm. Once they meet each other, the female protagonist must have an A number in her heart.

If you don't have a sense of existence, and honestly wait to be divorced, you can survive.

She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Her breathing became even.

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

Han Shaoling stood on the edge of the cloud couch, staring at Sang Yuanyuan's sleeping face, with a weird smile on his lips.

"Sonny," he murmured, "that's great. If you remember Youwuming, then I'll have to tie you up, force you, and force you to bear me a child. It's a good thing you don't remember, don't remember Forget it, I don’t blame you, I forgive you, this time, I won’t give You Wuming another chance, I will live forever with you.”

He pondered for a moment, then turned around: "Han Twelve, protect Madam. Thirteen, follow me."

Two black shadows flashed in from outside the palace door: "Yes! My lord!"

...

Han Shaoling's face was sullen, his eyes flickered slightly: "Go, find out the whereabouts of Youwuming."

Han Shisan was confused: "My lord, who is You Wuming? Is it the You family?"

Han Shaoling opened his eyes and raised his voice a little: "The King of Youzhou has no life."

Han Shisan looked sad, and said worriedly: "My lord, have you been too tired recently? Isn't the king of Youzhou You Mingxuan?"

You Mingxuan?

Han Shaoling was in a trance for a while. This name is no stranger to him. In the life he just passed, You Mingxuan was killed by You Wuming's hands early on, so he is usually called Old You King.

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

Han Shisan said: "You Shizi, You Yingri, the elder brother of the little madam...Master, is there any problem with him?"

"You Ying Day?"

Han Shisan was full of worry: "You Yingri, You Yingri is a well-known waste in the whole territory. Master, do you want to investigate him?"

Han Shaoling took a light breath, his eyes were in a trance, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

In this world, there is no Youwuming?

Sonny is really in his pocket.

No, wait, that Youying day, you must find out!

...

Sang Yuan didn't know how long he slept.

She dreamed of a woodpecker.

He kept pecking her shoulder steadily, which woke her up.

Opening his eyes, he almost had a heart attack.

A man, a man, a strange man, was squatting on the edge of her cloud couch, tilting his head, looking at her with interest.

He held a string of amber rosary beads with two fingers, like fishing, and dropped the heavy beads on her shoulder one by one.

Sang Yuan blinked hard and stared at him in horror.

"Shh," he said.

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

He blinked: "Otherwise where would I squat?"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Why did Han Shaoling send her a guard with a brain? !

She took a breath: "Why did you hit me with beads?"

He chuckled: "Zhuzhu, little Sanguo, are you a three-year-old child!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "?" What is a small sangguo?

"Forget it." He waved his hand nonchalantly, wrapped the string of amber beads two or three times, put them on his wrist, and said, "My mother said that you lost your memory, and she insisted on letting me come back because you were afraid that you would be unsafe. It's okay, just sleep, I will watch you."

Sang far understood. This is the bodyguard sent by Han Shaoling to protect her. As for his mother, it should be the doctor who treats her.

Although I always feel that there is something wrong with the bull's head, but it doesn't matter, just stick to my life.

"I'm going to sleep for a while, don't bother me anymore."

Sang Yuan closed his eyes.

The appearance of the guard remained on her eyelids for a moment. She belatedly realized that this man was very young and handsome, with red lips, white teeth, white eyes and dark eyes, he was actually more beautiful than Han Shaoling! Pretty as a dummy.

Eh? Read that right?

She closed her eyes, and opened them again, feeling a little embarrassed.

After struggling like this for a while, I always felt like being scratched by a cat.

A chuckle came.

The young man's voice was very pleasant, with a bit of anger: "Sleep now? You are too worried, little Sanguo! No wonder my mother is worried."

She took the opportunity to open her eyes to look, but only saw his back quickly leaving the gauze tent.

Thin and tall, with a black robe covering his body, he seemed to be about to fly when the wind blew.

He looked a little cold, and put his arms around his shoulders, rubbing his hands on his shoulders twice.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." This year's bodyguards seem to be of poor quality.

...

Sang Yuanyuan was stared awake again soon.

Opening his eyes, he found that it was already noon, and the person sitting on the edge of the cloud couch looking at her affectionately was the king of Hanzhou, Han Shaoling.

"Sonny, what do you want for lunch?"

The eyes are deep and affectionate, coupled with such a handsome face, it is really hard to resist.

"The King of Hanzhou arranges it at will."

"Too strange. Call me Shaoling." The handsome man said dotingly.

Sang Yuanyuan: "...Short, pfft, I'm sorry."

Goosebumps are up.

"Sang'er..." Han Shaoling was more gentle, "You are exactly the same as before."

Sang Yuanyuan: "?"

Sorry, she really didn't know that Han Shaoling and Bai Yueguang had a relationship?

"I've been waiting for you for six years, Sonny, and finally I'm waiting for you. It's like a dream!"

"Six years?" Sang Yuan asked.

"Yes, you asked me to wait for you for six years, and I have waited for you for six years." Han Shaoling said affectionately.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Waiting while having sex with someone else?

She felt that only a woman like Meng Wuyou, the heroine of this book, who has been through a lot of abuse and is still infatuated is worthy of such a 'good' hero.

Han Shaoling was about to come forward to help her, when suddenly he heard noises outside, a young man shouted 'I want to see the teacher', and a young woman cried and said 'Don't Jiang Jinyuan, don't want it', they mixed together, making people headache.

Sang Yuanyuan: "?"

What's going on, this has passed overnight, hasn't Han Shaoling comforted the little runaway wife yet?

Han Shaoling's expression changed drastically, he flicked his black sleeves, and walked out quickly.

Soon, all the chaotic sounds outside disappeared.

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

She is so dignified, elegant and beautiful, she is too embarrassed to ask the maids what they want to eat - they all look like they have already eaten, and their lips are all stained with oil.

After thinking for a moment, she said: "You all go down, close the door of the palace, and no one can come in."

This palace is so big, there must be something to eat!

The maids bowed respectfully and left.

Sang Yuan flicked his clothes and jumped off the cloud couch, rolled up his cloud sleeves, and rushed towards the exquisite and gorgeous desks in the hall. In TV dramas, fruit snacks are always placed on such a small table. She is very experienced in this.

I poked around for a while, but found nothing.

She persisted in digging through the wooden cabinet.

Suddenly, I heard a chuckle from behind: "Little Sanguo, are you looking for evidence that the surname Han betrayed you? Don't look for it! I'll take you to see it!"

When Sang Yuan turned his head, he saw the young guard who hit her with a rosary last night.

"I'm looking for something to eat!"

Facing this guy with a slightly abnormal mind, Sang Yuan really couldn't bear the airs of the princess.

"Liar!" He laughed. "My mother said that when a woman rummages around behind her husband's back, she is either looking for his husband's private money or evidence of his cheating."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Your mother is really talented. You are also a talent.

She took a deep breath and put on a big smile: "Then I will continue to look for evidence, and you can help me find something to eat, okay?"

The young man tilted his head and thought for a while: "What do you want to eat? I'll go to the kitchen and steal it for you."

steal?

Sang Yuanyuan was dizzy from hunger at the moment, and she didn't care if he said something wrong, she said anxiously: "Roast chicken! Roast duck! Grill fish! Grill squid! Braised yellow duck! Spicy lobster! Braised elbow! Sweet and sour pork ribs! Spicy fish fillets! Stir-fried beef! White rice!"

He opened his dark eyes and looked her up and down: "...Little mulberry! You eat so much!"

He muttered in a low voice: "I can't afford it."

Sang looked at him from a distance like an idiot: "This is not a meal, it would be nice to have one of them. Say a few more, what if there happens to be any dish?"

"Smart." He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." I'm afraid you are not a fool.

he went.

Sang Yuan collapsed on the imperial concubine's couch, hoping that he would bring her something to eat soon.

He will be back soon.

Holding a wooden plate in his hand, the plate was covered with a wooden cover.

"So fast?"

Sang Yuanyuan knew that there must be none of the dishes she ordered—calculating the time, the kitchen must be full of cold stoves, and all the dishes she ordered must be fresh. Fresh and hot. It must not be so fast to light a fire temporarily.

So the guard just sent her away for convenience.

It's okay, she doesn't pick either.

"Little mulberry, come and eat."

Sang Yuanyuan asked strangely, "Why do you call me Little Sanguo?"

He froze for a moment: "My mother told me that your name is Xiao Sanguo."

Sang Yuan asked subconsciously: "Who is your mother?"

"Jiang Yanji." He said naturally.

While speaking, he placed the wooden tray in his hand on the table.

"Pfft!" Sang Yuan took a sip of tea, "Your prince?"

Jiang Yanji? ! There is only one woman in this world named Jiang Yanji. She is the empress of the eighteen states in the cloud realm. If his mother is Jiang Yanji, then he must be the prince?

"What the hell, little Sanguo, are you alright?" He raised his eyes, "Didn't you lose your memory and lose your brain too?"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Why do I have to argue with a snake spirit about who is the snake spirit?

She waved her hand, and wearily lifted the wooden cover on the wooden tray.

A hot fragrance suddenly rushed up, bumping into her arms.

I saw a long white porcelain plate sitting right in the middle of the wooden tray, on which lay a crucian carp that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and a small bamboo tube was placed beside it. , filled with grains of plump white rice.

Sang Yuan opened his mouth wide in surprise.

This grilled fish is obviously freshly baked. Could it be such a coincidence that such a fish happened to be prepared in the kitchen, and it happened to be out of the pot, and it happened to be brought by him?

"Tsk," he said with toothache all over his face, "isn't that the fish you wanted? Why don't you eat it?"

Without waiting for her to answer, he walked aside with his shoulders in his arms, and muttered: "Sure enough, women are the most troublesome, except for the temperless guy named Ming, who can stand such a terrible creature?" Huh? Marrying back home isn’t just to make yourself suffer, whoever you want to marry, I don’t want it anyway.”

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Did he think she had hearing problems? Is it okay to say bad things to your face?

Really, the uncle Han Shaoling sent to protect her bodyguard really made her feel exhausted.

Master Wei. This is Zhenyewei.

Sighing, she picked up the bamboo chopsticks, pushed aside the scorched fish skin, and carefully picked up a piece of fish.

Sure enough, it was as fresh and tender as she had imagined. The spicy oil seeped into the clear fish fiber, and it melted in the mouth without much chewing. In addition to the fresh fragrance, there was another strong fragrance overflowing, with a touch of Herbal fragrance!

Sang Yuan: "!!!"

This food in Hanzhou! She can!

She rolled up her sleeves and began to feast.

At some point, the young guard found her and sat down opposite her. With his hands on his knees, his back slightly bowed, he tilted his head and looked at her with interest.

"Is it delicious? I think it's average." He said.

"You're really picky!" She took a moment to reply hastily, and suddenly continued to eat.

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

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Really, this person can count her as a loser for ten minutes normally!

With his back and forth effort, he didn't even have enough time to light a stove.

Also grilled fish?

But because he was looking for food for her, she didn't expose it, she just put down the chopsticks, wiped her mouth, and asked with a smile: "Oh, is there any ready-made fish in the kitchen?"

"No," he shook his head shamelessly, "I caught fresh fish in the river outside. The seasoning was stolen from the kitchen."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Even if she is willing to tell lies against her conscience, his words are too difficult to accept!

In less than fifteen minutes, go to the river to catch fish and come back, and then bake it into such a delicious dish? You have to be logical when you lie!

"You can't fly." She felt that she couldn't just spoil him.

The beautiful snake spirit nodded seriously: "Yes, don't tell others."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

He tapped the tabletop with the back of his finger: "Did you hear that? Keep it secret."

"Okay, okay." Sang Yuan was full of vicissitudes.

"Little Sanguo, you are perfunctory." He looked dissatisfied.

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

He widened his narrow, long and deep black eyes in surprise: "Slept, ate, ate and slept, little Sanguo, are you a pig? How dare I marry you like this!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

This crossing is really difficult.

She has a golden finger in time travel, but she is lucky, the plot is completely incompatible with the book, and she even gave a snake spirit disease as a personal gift.

"Who said I'm going to marry you?" she asked wearily.

"My mother."

"Jiang Yanji?" Sang Yuan smiled hypocritically and politely.

"yes."

"Okay." Sang Yuan said, "You let her help me settle the marriage contract and the agreement with one another first, okay?"

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

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

She suddenly felt as if she had also been infected with snake spirit disease by him.

It's too difficult, this time travel is really too difficult.

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