Chapter 107.5 Extra Story - If The Little Young Master Never Turned Black(1)
At the middle end of the wooden tray, there is a long white porcelain plate, on which lies a crucian carp that is roasted outside but is tender inside at a glance, and even smells delicious. There was a small bamboo tube on the side, filled with grains of plump white rice.
San Yuanyuan opened her mouth wide in surprise.
This roasted fish is clearly fresh from the oven. Could it be that such a fish happened to be prepared in the kitchen, which happened to just come out of the pot and then happened to be brought by him here?
"Tsk." He said with the expression as if having a toothache on his face, "Isn't it the fish you asked for? Why don't you eat it?"
Without waiting for her to answer, he walked aside with his shoulder in his arms and muttered: "Sure enough, women are the most troublesome. Except for the temperless guy like that one surnamed Ming, who can stand such terrible creatures? Isn't it just finding guilt for oneself when one marries them home? Whoever wants to marry can just marry. Anyway, I don't want it."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Did he think she had a problem with her hearing? Is it fine to speak ill like this in front of her?
Seriously, this lord bodyguard that Han Shaoling sent to protect her, really made her feel exhausted.
Lord Guard. This is the real Lord Guard.
She sighed, picked up the bamboo chopsticks, peeled off the burnt yellow fish skin, and carefully picked up a piece of fish meat.
Sure enough, it was as fresh and tender as she imagined. The spicy oil penetrated into the distinct fish meat fibers, and it melted without much chewing in the mouth. In addition to the fresh fragrance, there is another strong fragrance overflowed with a faint aroma of herbs too!
Sang Yuanyuan: "!!!"
This food in Han state! She likes it!
She rolled up her sleeves and began to feast.
At some point unknown, the young bodyguard already moved to her side and sat down opposite her. He put his hands on his knees, bowed his back slightly, and looked at her with great interest.
"Is it so delicious? I think it's just average." He said.
"You're really picky!" She took a moment to answer in a hurry, and suddenly continued to feast again.
He watched her for a moment again and suddenly laughed: "I cook it!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Seriously, if this person can be normal for ten minutes, she will admit her defeat!
Just with that amount of time of him going back and forth, it won't even be enough time for him to fire a stove.
Still dare to say that he is the one who roasted the fish?
But for the sake of him foraging for her, she didn't expose it. She just put down the chopsticks, wiped her mouth, then smiled and asked: "Oh, there happened to be a ready-made fish in the kitchen?"
"No." he shook his head shamelessly, "I caught the fish in the river outside and the seasoning was stolen from the kitchen."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Even if she was willing to speak nonsense against her conscience, it would be too difficult for her to reply to his words!
In less than 15 minutes, go to the river to catch fish and come back to bake it into such a dish with such color, flavor and smell? Even lies need to be logical, okay!
"Could it be that you can even fly?" She felt that she couldn't keep indulging him.
The beautiful-looking lunatic nodded seriously: "That's right. Don't tell others."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
He knocked the table with his knuckles. "Do you hear me? Keep it a secret."
"Alright, alright, alright." Sang Yuanyuan's heart is full of vicissitudes.
"Little Mulberry, you are being perfunctory." He looked dissatisfied.
Sang Yuanyuan: "... I am tired, I am going to sleep."
He widened his long, narrow and deep black eyes in surprise: "Sleep and eat, eat and sleep. Little Mulberry, are you a pig? If you are like this, how dare I marry you!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
This transmigration, is really difficult.
Others have golden fingers once they transmigrated, but she has none. Not only is the plot completely different from that in the book, she was also given a lunatic as a personal bodyguard.
"Who said I am going to marry you?" She asked wearily.
"My mother."
"Jiang Yanji?" Sang Yuanyuan showed a hypocritical and polite smile.
"Yeah."
"Great." Sang Yuanyuan said, "Can you ask her to help me settle the Marriage Contract and One Heart Contract first then?"
He took a step backward in horror: "Wait, I haven't promised to marry you yet."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
She suddenly felt as if she had also been infected with madness by him.
It's too difficult. This transmigration, is really too difficult.
Chapter 108.1 Extra Story - If The Little Young Master Never Turned Black(2)
Sang Yuanyuan was lying on the cloud bed, and her eyes turned from time to time, watching the young and beautiful bodyguard walking around in the hall.
He folded his arm and looked very bored.
After a while, he paced over, slipped his head into the gauze tent, and asked her expressionlessly: "Han Shaoling is here. Do you want to see him?"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Does she still have a choice?
She felt that the bodyguard's ability to survive until now must be because his mother was too skilled in medicine.
"Of course. Why not?" Sang Yuanyuan sighed, "After all, I have a marriage contract with him."
He nodded, left the gauze tent and strode towards the outer hall.
A murmur floated over: "So, why am I wasting my time here?"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
He had just left for a while when Han Shaoling came in.
Han Shaoling seems to be in a good mood.
He has used all means to investigate, and the result is that there is really no such person like You Wuming in the world.
Many things are different from his previous life. The person sitting on the dragon chair in Tiandu is Jiang Xuhong. Jiang Yanji, the Female Emperor in his previous life, eloped with a man many years ago, and her whereabouts are still unknown.
The royal family of You clan did not suffer from that bloody slaughter. The King of You state is young and strong, and raised a downright trashy prince You Yingri--Not a gloomy and cold weird guy like You Wuming who pretended to be a pig to eat a tiger, but a real waste.
A few days ago, You Yingri went to Dong state and bought a prostitute in Xifu, the Clam Goddess. When he heard that the King of Han state wanted to find him, he immediately rushed over with the Clam Goddess. Han Shaoling met him just now. You Yingri looks similar to You Yingyue and is puffy. At first glance, one knows that he is addicted to wine and women.
Han Shaoling plans to let Sang Yuanyuan see him and completely dispel the shadow brought by You Wuming in his previous life.
"Sang'er, your complexion looks good today. I will accompany you to walk around the garden and later, you will accompany me to meet someone at the dinner banquet." He helped her up very gentlemanly.
Sang Yuanyuan nodded politely, and then a maidservant put a thick cloak on her. Afterwards, she followed him by the side and walked slowly towards the garden.
Walking out of the bedroom hall, she suddenly felt a faint uneasiness in her heart. She couldn't help turning her head back and unconsciously looking at the top of the hall.
There's nothing there.
As soon as they stepped out of the gate of Huiyun Courtyard, a guard hurriedly came to report that something had happened to Crown Prince You.
Han Shaoling had a bad hunch.
The guard said with difficulty: "Crown Prince You met Miss Meng Wuyou by chance and fell in love with her at first sight. He said that he... he wanted to exchange her with the concubine that he brought... to my Lord"
Sang Yuanyuan showed an understanding look.
For an ancient Mary Sue female lead like Meng Wuyou, all the plots around her are about men falling in love with her and provoking the male lead to be jealous. It's normal, normal.
Sang Yuanyuan noticed that Han Shaoling suddenly clenched his fist.
She took a step back thoughtfully, and gave him a slight salute: "King Han, you can go and deal with the affairs of Crown Prince You first. It just so happens that I am also tired, so I will go back and have a rest first."
She is already so experienced in this kind of situation!
If there is a female supporting character in the Shura field of the male lead and female lead, this female supporting character will definitely be severely beaten in the face, and this is not a negotiable thing. She won't send her own face to be beaten on the door.
Han Shaoling suddenly turned his head and stared at her nervously.
After staring for a long time, he didn't find her unhappy at all.
Han Shaoling can't help but breathe a sigh of relief--Great, she still doesn't know about Meng Wuyou and those things. This time, he must hide it from her until he captures her heart, and then slowly confide his hard decision to her.
Chapter 108.2 Extra Story - If The Little Young Master Never Turned Black(2)
"Have a good rest then, Sang'er." Han Shaoling looked at her affectionately. "I will come back as soon as possible and have dinner with you."
Poor Sang Yuanyuan waited until nightfall but still didn't see Han Shaoling or her meal.
Maybe it's because she looks too beautiful and immortal that others naturally think she doesn't eat human food. From beginning to end, the maidservant didn't come to ask her at all whether she was hungry or not.
No one asked, and she didn't mention it either. When night fell, she let the maidservants withdraw and sat alone by the huge carved wooden window. She didn't even know what she was waiting for.
Anyway, definitely not waiting for Han Shaoling.
She understands this truth. After the Shura Field, the male and female protagonists will definitely have to roll in the bedsheet and tell each other their sincerity.
After her belly had screamed several times, she finally couldn't hold back anymore and called calmly: "Bodyguard, please come out."
... She even forgot to ask his name!
There was no movement for a long time.
Sang Yuanyuan got up and shouted: "The bodyguard sent by King Han to protect me, please come out, immediately!"
A hesitant voice came from outside the door of the hall: "What is your order, Madam?"
The voice is not right.
Sang Yuanyuan said: "You come in."
The other party hesitated for a while, then pushed open the door, walked into the hall and stood aside while saluting with his hands.
Not that one.
"What is your order, Madam?" The bodyguard asked again.
"Are you on duty?"
The bodyguard replied respectfully and honestly: "This subordinate's cultivation is in the seventh layer of Clear Spirit Base and there is no need to sleep. It's enough for this subordinate alone to take care of Madam."
Sang Yuanyuan realized that something was wrong. She hesitated for a moment, and asked: "King Han sent only you to protect me?"
"Yes." The bodyguard raised his eyes suspiciously, "Madam?"
Sang Yuanyuan's heart suddenly sank.
After thinking for a while, she said: "I'm a little uncomfortable, can I ask a physician to come and take a look at me?"
"Yes, Madam!"
The imperial physician came soon.
Sang Yuanyuan talked in a roundabout way and soon determined that there's no female physician who had a son that was working as a bodyguard in the palace.
She finally realized who was to blame in the problem where the answers are irrelevant to the questions.
That person is not her bodyguard at all, and his mother is not her physician at all.
So who is he?
Sang Yuanyuan was sleepless that night.
From time to time she would sit up and look around this gorgeous and deserted hall.
A person whose details are unknown could bypass many defenses and sneak to her side. It was a little shocking no matter how she thought about it, but she didn't tell the real bodyguard about it.
Intuition told her that the beautiful lunatic didn't mean any harm to her.
And he even brought her such delicious roasted fish.
She couldn't sleep even more when she thought of the roasted fish.
Looking back, since she met Han Shaoling, he always stood her up for dinner!
Can such a person be a husband? Stop talking nonsense!
She is tossing and turning from hunger.
Then she suddenly remembered the man's last sentence--"So, why am I wasting my time here?"
At that time, he asked her whether she wanted to see Han Shaoling or not.
She said of course she wanted to see Han Shaoling. After all, she had a marriage contract with Han Shaoling.
Then he left.
Did he think that he doesn't need to continue wasting his time on her?
So, was he really sent by his mother to marry her?
Sang Yuanyuan was conquered by her own brain hole. She tumbled again for a while. She was so hungry that she couldn't sleep, so she simply put on her clothes and sat on the low couch by the window, looking at the moon while holding her cheeks.
She found herself in a precarious situation.
How many episodes can a female supporting character who can't even fill her stomach live? She has to find a way to contact Sang state as soon as possible.
This marriage, she must divorced quickly!
Chapter 108.3 Extra Story - If The Little Young Master Never Turned Black(2)
The royal family divorced because they didn't have enough to eat, this is really an unprecedented thing.
Unknowingly, it was already dawn.
Sang Yuanyuan stood up and suddenly the world was spinning. As soon as her leg softened, she fell under the low couch. Her forehead slammed on the wooden leg of the low couch with a banging sound, knocking out all the hunger in her stomach, turning into stars that spins around in front of her.
Then she heard the sound of flapping, a pair of slender and straight legs appeared in front of her eyes.
The man squatted down, put his hands on his knees and looked at her gloomily: "All these only for a man? Is it worth it?"
Sang Yuanyuan found herself too hungry to speak.
He grabbed her by the arm and lifted her from the ground. His expression looked a little bad.
He said: "This is not the first day Han Shaoling slept with other women. You won't sleep if he sleeps with others then?"
Sang Yuanyuan gave him a weak look, and exhaled: "Hungry."
He: "......"
After a long while, he burst out laughing and staring at her strangely: "If I didn't come back, then you won't eat?"
Sang Yuanyuan: "... No, there's no food."
"Liar. Han Shaoling still cannot afford to give you a meal?" He frowned in annoyance. "Is this depending on me then?"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
He hesitated for a moment, then bent down and hugged her up horizontally.
Sang Yuanyuan found that this guy looked weak, but he was actually very strong, with a layer of lean muscles on his body, which gave him a strong sense of strength.
He put her on the cloud bed and looked downward at her: "Still want to eat roasted fish?"
Sang Yuanyuan: "...Soup."
He nodded, jumped out of the window and disappeared from view.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." The bodyguard outside, the master in the seventh layer of Clear Spirit Base, is it only for decorations?
Soon, the gloomy handsome man came back.
He brought back a small pottery pot with white and thick delicious fish soup inside.
He helped her up, and she nestled in his chest, held his hand and drank up the fish soup.
"Where's the fish?" She turned to look at him.
"I threw it away." He said as if it was a matter of fact, "Didn't you say you wanted soup?"
Sang Yuanyuan had a lamenting and resenting look: "... I am hungry."
His pupils suddenly contracted heavily.
This Little Mulberry, which is small and soft, was gathered into a small ball, pursed its red lips and looked pitiful. Suddenly, it seemed to hit his heart with a booming sound.
"... I will go find some food for you again." His voice is a little dry.
"Thank you." She smiled at him, "When I return to Sang state, I will definitely repay you."
He nodded carelessly and his two beautiful eyebrows are tightly twisted together, as if he is thinking hard about something.
After taking two steps, he suddenly turned back, took out two paper deeds from his arms and slapped them on the edge of the cloud pillow.
"Here, the Marriage Contract and the One Heart Contract that you want."
Sang Yuanyuan: "?!"
She picked it up and looked at it.
The silk paper is made of extraordinary material and is engraved with simple and gorgeous dark patterns.
He folded his arms and looked at her proudly, as if waiting for her compliment.
"It turns out that you can still get a fake contract!" Sang Yuanyuan was filled with emotion.
The question is, what's the use of this fake contract?
He was a little puzzled, tilted his head, and then said: "I will find you something to eat first."
"What's your name?" She asked.
He suddenly stopped.
For a moment, Sang Yuanyuan felt that even his breath had disappeared.
After a long while, he said in a low voice: "In our clan, we have no name before we reach adulthood. I am twenty-five, but my mother still hasn't given me a name. She said that in the future, my wife will tell me what my name should be."