Chapter 107.1 Extra Story - If The Little Young Master Never Turned Black(1)
Sang Yuanyuan has transmigrated into a book as a cannon fodder who died at the start of the story.
Her luck was not bad. She suspected that the male protagonist Han Shaoling was reborn. He rushed in, just in time to drive away the second female lead, You Yingyue, and saved Sang Yuanyuan's life.
Sang Yuanyuan was very grateful, and thought to herself that as long as Han Shaoling opened his mouth, she would agree to the divorce without saying a word, which will complete the love between the male lead and the female lead. She would never entangle even for a second.
Han Shaoling slowly turned around and looked at her.
"Sang'er, tell me, who do you actually love?"
He is a peerless powerhouse and has been in a high position for a long time. With such a cold face, Sang Yuanyuan immediately felt the heavy pressure.
His eyes were watching her intently.
Sang Yuanyuan couldn't help but have a slight thump in her heart. Is the male lead going to have an emotional play with her?
It's really killing her.
She doesn't want to become the third person like the original owner! Please, in the standard ancient tyrannical novel, the male lead and female lead, no matter how they abuse left and abuse right in the early stage, they always have a HE, okay? Among those who stand in the way of their relationship, is there anyone who has good fruit to eat?
The male supporting characters grow old alone and regret it their whole life.
The female supporting characters are either dead or disabled, and some even have to lose all their standing and reputation.
This option, Sang Yuanyuan of course refused.
She calmed down, looked at Han Shaoling calmly and told him solemnly: "I am sorry. I have lost my memory and I can't remember the past between us."
Don't get into emotional lines with tool people.
He narrowed his eyes and came closer.
The placket of his shirt was not pulled tightly, and when his body leaned forward, it revealed a small half of his strong chest muscles.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." What a good figure! As expected of the male lead.
Han Shaoling's eyes were slightly red, and his two pincer-like fingers pinched her chin: "Tell me, the person you love, is it You Wuming?"
Sang Yuanyuan quickly shook her head and said: "No! I don't know this person."
Isn't You Wuming the great villain? Isn't there no connection at all between her and him?
Han Shaoling frowned, and his other hand firmly pressed her wrist pulse: "Once more. The person you love, is really not You Wuming?"
"I really don't know him. Please don't ruin my reputation at will." In Sang Yuanyuan's view, this is not a proposition at all.
Lie detector or something like that, is an empty thing. Really cannot be trusted at all.
Han Shaoling pinched her pulse again for a while to make sure that her heart didn't beat faster, her blood flow didn't accelerate, and her body temperature didn't rise.
"You really don't love him?" He asked persistently.
Sang Yuanyuan was speechless. Really, she has never seen a person who rushes so much to be a bastard. This 360-degree maneuver to grab the green hat is truly breathtaking.
Perhaps the contempt in her eyes was so obvious that Han Shaoling's suspicion was finally completely dispelled.
He took a big breath, and then the corners of his lips went up unconsciously, and it couldn't be stopped at all.
"Great, great. Sang'er is not yet..." He pursed his lips immediately.
Sang Yuanyuan let out an understanding smile.
Sure enough, she guessed it right! This male lead is reborn!
But, this sentence of his doesn't sound right? What did he mean with great? Great that Sang'er is not reborn?
As a cannon fodder who died in the first sentence of the novel, is there any difference between her being reborn and not reborn?
Han Shaoling's big hand let go of the pulse on her wrist and then quietly dived into her cuff. His eyes became hotter and hotter. Sang Yuanyuan felt like a little white rabbit being stared at by a big bad wolf.
If it goes on like this, she is afraid she will be **.
Sang Yuanyuan calmly took a breath: "I am sorry. I can't remember anything at the moment, and I feel dizzy and want to vomit very much. If you have anything to say, can we talk about it later and let me have a rest first?"
Han Shaoling was probably frightened by her 'want to vomit very much' so he withdrew his hand, helped her lie down and said: "Have a good rest and don't think too much. I will come to accompany you again early tomorrow morning."
Thinking for a moment, he touched his chin and said, "I will send someone to protect you. You can be rest assured that no one in this world can hurt you!"
"Thank you." Sang Yuanyuan smiled politely.
Chapter 107.2 Extra Story - If The Little Young Master Never Turned Black(1)
"Great." Han Shaoling's smile was a bit incomprehensible to her, "Sang'er, that's great! I'm really happy!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Okay, as long as you are happy.
Han Shaoling left the magnificent palace reluctantly.
Sang Yuanyuan rubbed her forehead and was about to clear her mind when she suddenly heard a slight flapping sound, as if a bird flew to her windowsill from a distance.
Then she heard a murmuring sound--
"That one surnamed Han is powerful. Although he looks uglier than me, he's not too ugly either and he even saved her life today, so why would she want to be with me? My mother is really too much. She wants to get me a wife so much that she has turned crazy now. Forget it, for the sake of her looks that is not annoying, I won't argue with her anymore. Just take it as my trip is in vain."
Very young voice, fluttering, a little muddy, and it's a breathy voice.
Sang Yuanyuan was taken aback.
She propped herself up and sat up, looking around.
Across the gauze tent, she vaguely saw a slender and long figure squatting on the eaves of the window. When the voice fell, two dark wings of light spread out behind the man, flapped with a swish, and then he flew backward into the night.
Sang Yuanyuan: "???!!!"
Who can come and tell her why there is a big bird person like a flapping moth here? !
Now, her head is really a little dizzy. Sang Yuanyuan felt that this must be the residual side effect after detoxification.
She fell back into the cloud bed and collapsed like a salty fish.
Since the male lead is reborn, he must compensate the female lead who was abused into a stockholm syndrome by him. As soon as their wonderful meeting happens, as the female supporting character, she must act very well.
Do not brush her sense of existence and just honestly wait for the divorce, so that she can survive.
She closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Her breathing gradually became even.
Just as she fell asleep, a figure in dark robes slowly walked in from the porch.
Han Shaoling stood on the edge of the cloud bed, staring at Sang Yuanyuan's sleeping face, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
"Sang'er," he muttered to himself, "this is really good. If you still remember You Wuming, I have to tie you up and force you to have a baby for me. Fortunately, you don't remember. Just forget it if you don't remember it. I don't blame you. I forgive you. This time, I won't give You Wuming a chance again. I will be with you until we grow old."
He thought for a moment and turned around: "Han Twelfth, protect Madam. Thirteenth, come with me."
Two dark shadows flashed in from outside the door of the hall: "Yes, Lord!"
......
Han Shaoling's face was sullen, and his eyes flashed slightly: "Go, find out the whereabouts of You Wuming."
Han Thirteenth was at a loss: "Lord, who is You Wuming? Is it the royal family of the You clan?"
Han Shaoling widened his eyes and raised the volume a little: "The King of You state, You Wuming."
Han Thirteenth looked anxious and said worriedly: "Lord, have you been too tired recently? Isn't the King of You state You Mingxuan?"
You Mingxuan?
Han Shaoling was in a trance for a while. This name is not unfamiliar. In the life he lived just before, this person, You Mingxuan, died early in the hands of You Wuming. He was usually called the Old King You.
"What about the crown prince of the You state?" Han Shaoling gritted his teeth and asked.
Han Thirteenth said: "Crown Prince You, You Yingri, Concubine You's older brother... Lord, is there any problem with him?"
"You Yingri?"
Han Thirteenth's face was full of worry: "That's right, You Yingri. The famous waste in the whole territory, You Yingri. Lord, do you want to investigate him?"
Han Shaoling lightly took a breath, his eyes were in a daze, and a smile appeared on the corners of his lips.
In this world, there is no You Wuming?
Then Sang'er, is really a sure thing in his bag already.
No, wait. That You Yingri, still has to be checked out!
......
Sonny didn't know how long she had slept.
She dreamed of a woodpecker.
It kept pecking at her shoulder and poked her until she woke up from it.
When she opened her eyes, she almost had a heart attack.
A person, a man, an unfamiliar man, squatted on the edge of her cloud bed, tilted his head and looked at her with great interest.
Chapter 107.3 Extra Story - If The Little Young Master Never Turned Black(1)
He held a string of amber beads with two fingers and, like fishing, dropped the heavy beads on her shoulder.
Sang Yuanyuan blinked hard and stared at him in horror.
"Shh." He said.
Sang Yuanyuan tried to keep her voice as calm as possible and asked him: "Why are you squatting here?"
He blinked: "Otherwise, where would I squat?"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Why did Han Shaoling send her a bodyguard with a brain problem?!
She took a breath. "Why did you hit me with bead bead[1]?"
He chuckled: "Bead bead. Little Mulberry, are you a three-year-old?!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "?" What is this 'Little Mulberry' again?
"Forget it." He waved his hand carelessly, wrapped the string of amber beads around his wrist for two or three times, and then said, "My mother said you lost your memory and she is afraid that you will not be safe here, so she insisted on calling me back. It's alright, just sleep. I will be guarding you."
Sang Yuanyuan understood. This is the bodyguard sent by Han Shaoling to protect her. As for his mother, it should be the physician who treated her.
Although she always feels that there is something wrong, it doesn't matter. It's fine if her life is not in danger.
"I am going to sleep for a while. Don't disturb me anymore."
Then Sang Yuanyuan closed her eyes.
The bodyguard's appearance lingered on her eyelids for a moment. She realized later that this man was very young and very handsome, with red lips, white teeth and black eyes. He was even more good-looking than Han Shaoling! So beautiful that it looks just like a fake.
Huh? She didn't see it wrong, right?
She already closed her eyes and if she opens it again, it will make her feel a little embarrassed.
In just such a short time of being tangled, her heart felt like being scratched by a cat.
Then a chuckle came into her ears.
The young man's voice was very nice, and there's even a bit of anger in it: "You are going to sleep just like this? Your heart is a little too big, Little Mulberry! No wonder my mother is worried."
She took the opportunity to open her eyes to see, but only saw his back that quickly left the gauze tent.
He was tall and thin, with a black robe covering his body, and when the wind blew, his whole body seemed like it was about to fly away.
He looked a little cold. He put his arm around his shoulder and rubbed his hands on his shoulders twice.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." The quality of this year's bodyguard seems not very good enough.
......
Sang Yuanyuan was soon woken up by someone's stare again.
When she opened her eyes again, she found that it was already noon, and the person sitting on the edge of the cloud bed looking at her affectionately was Han Shaoling, the King of Han state.
"Sang'er, what would you like for lunch?"
The eyes are that deep and affectionate, coupled with such a handsome face, are really hard to resist.
"I am fine with everything. King Han can arrange it at will."
"It sounds too unfamiliar. Call me Shaoling." The handsome man said dotingly.
Sang Yuanyuan: "... Shao, pfft, I am sorry."
All the goosebumps are getting up.
"Sang'er..." Han Shau Ling became more gentle. "You are just exactly the same as before."
Sang Yuanyuan: "?"
Sorry, she really didn't know, but did Han Shaoling and the white moonlight have a period of relationship together?
"I've been waiting for you for six years, Sang'er. And I've finally waited for you now. It's just like a dream!"
"Six years?" Sang Yuanyuan asked.
"Yes, you told me to wait for you for six years, and I waited for you for six years." Han Shaoling said very affectionately.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Waiting while rolling in bed with others?
She felt that only a woman like Meng Wuyou, the heroine of this book who had been abused hundreds of times and still infatuated, was worthy of such a 'good' male lead.
Han Shaoling was about to come forward to help her, when suddenly he heard a commotion outside. The sound of a young man shouting 'I want to see Teacher' and a young woman crying while saying 'No, Jiang Jinyuan. No.' were mixed together. It was so noisy that it made people have a headache.
Sang Yuanyuan: "?"
What's going on? It's been a night already. Hasn't Han Shaoling calmed his runaway wife yet?
Han Shaoling's face changed greatly. With a flick of his sleeve, he walked out quickly.
Soon, all the messy sounds outside disappeared.
Sang Yuanyuan waited quietly for a long time, but no one brought her food.
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[1] She is saying 'zhuzhu', and 'zhu' itself means 'bead'. When adults talk to children, they usually repeat the word twice.
Chapter 107.4 Extra Story - If The Little Young Master Never Turned Black(1)
She was so dignified, beautiful and elegant, and she was too embarrassed to ask the maidservants for food--They all seemed to have eaten, and their lips were all stained with oil.
After thinking for a moment, she said: "You all can withdraw, close the door of the hall, and no one is allowed to come in."
The palace is so big and she is sure that she can find something to eat!
The maidservants saluted respectfully and stepped down.
Sang Yuanyuan jumped off the cloud bed with a flip of her clothes, then rolled up her cloud sleeves, and rushed towards the exquisite and gorgeous table in the hall. In the TV series, fruit snacks are always placed on such small low tables, which she is very experienced in.
She rummaged around for a while, but found nothing.
She persevered and then went to turn over the wooden cabinet.
Then she suddenly heard a chuckle from behind: "Little Mulberry, are you looking for evidence of that surnamed Han's betrayal? Don't search anymore! I will take you there and show it to you!"
As soon as Sang Yuanyuan looked back, she saw the young bodyguard who hit her with the amber colored prayer beads last night.
"I'm looking for something to eat!"
Facing this guy with a little abnormal brain, Sang Yuanyuan really couldn't hold the air of a princess.
"Liar!" He laughed. "My mother said that whenever a woman searches around randomly behind her husband, she is either looking for her husband's private money or for evidence of his cheating."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Your mother is really a talent. You are also a talent.
She took a deep breath and put on a big smile: "Then I will continue to look 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 will go to the kitchen and steal it for you."
Steal?
Sang Yuanyuan was so dizzy from hunger at the moment that she didn't care whether he said anything wrong or not. She hurriedly said: "Roast chicken! Roast duck! Roast fish! Roast squid! Braised duck! Spicy lobster! Braised elbow! Sweet and sour pork ribs! Spicy fish fillet! Stir-fried beef! White rice!"
He widened his pair of dark eyes and looked at her up and down: "... Little Mulberry! You eat so much!"
Then he murmured in a low voice: "How can I afford to raise her."
Sang Yuanyuan looked at him as if looking at an idiot: "This is not a restaurant, it's already good if I can have only one of them. I say so much just in case there is really one of these dishes that is available here."
"Smart." He raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." I'm afraid you're not a fool.
Then he went away.
Sang Yuanyuan collapsed on the imperial concubine's couch, hoping that he would bring her food back soon.
And he is really back in a short time.
He held a wooden tray in his hand, and the tray was covered with a wooden lid.
"So fast?"
Sang Yuanyuan knew that there must be none of the dishes she ordered--Calculating the time. At present, she can't reach the sky above and also can't reach the ground below[1], the stoves in the kitchen must have cooled down for a long time already, while the dishes she ordered, every one of them had to be fresh and hot. To make the fire again and cook it is definitely not that fast.
So this bodyguard just made something convenient to let her make do with it.
It's fine. She is not picky either.
"Little Mulberry, come and eat."
Sang Yuanyuan asked strangely: "Why do you call me Little Mulberry?"
He was stunned for a moment: "My mother told me you are called Little Mulberry."
Sang Yuanyuan asked subconsciously: "Who is your mother?"
"Jiang Yanji." He said naturally.
As he spoke, he put the wooden tray in his hands on the table.
"Poof!" Sang Yuanyuan sprayed out the tea that she had just sipped a mouthful of. "You are a crown prince?"
Jiang Yanji? ! There is only one woman named Jiang Yanji in this world. She is the Female Emperor of the eighteen states of the Cloud Realm. If his mother is Jiang Yanji, then he must be the crown prince, right?
"What crown prince? Little Mulberry, you are not ill, right?" He raised his eyes. "Isn't it just losing your memory? Have you lost your brain, too?"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Why should she discuss with a lunatic about who is the lunatic?
She waved her hand, and wearily lifted the wooden lid on the wooden tray.
A hot aroma suddenly rushed up and fully hit her.
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[1] Have nowhere to go.