Daughter not a concubine: black-bellied arrogant killer concubine

When Yun Sheng and Wuyou rushed to the small village, Yuan Shui had already brought people and waited outside the village.

Yun Shen originally thought that Yuan Shui was just going alone and didn't know what to do.

But as far as we can see, Yuanshui and his party originally consisted of more than ten people.

A dozen or so people were dressed in ordinary clothes, but they were all well-built, they looked like Lian Jiazi.

Seeing Yun Sheng and Wuyou immediately came forward, everyone knelt on one knee in unison, and one person saluted in a deep voice: "Your Highness."

When Wuyou faced others, he still had that intimidating but indifferent appearance.

Yun Sheng could only hear him say calmly behind him: "Well, I've worked hard, let's get up."

After seeing the ceremony, everyone got on their horses.

Yun Sheng originally thought that Yuan Shui would exchange his horse back, and Yuan Shui also saw Yun Sheng's intentions.

But Yuanshui rode Yunsheng's horse, stood beside Yunsheng, and said helplessly, "My horse is lost, so Yunsheng can only be wronged."

Yun Sheng held back and couldn't speak.

The horses in the Prince's Mansion are not carefully selected, let alone Yuanshui's mounts.

The old horse knows the way, and even recognizes the master. This excuse is too clumsy.

Holding Yun Sheng in Wuyou's arms, he smiled at Yuan Shui, "Don't worry, Master, I think Yun'er will not be willing to return home on foot, Master."

Yun Sheng listened to the master and apprentice singing together, and finally heaved a helpless sigh in his heart.

Even though he knew what Yuan Shui said was an excuse, but because of Yuan Shui's status as an elder, Yun Sheng naturally wouldn't argue with him.

Yun Sheng and Wuyou rode the same horse, Yuan Shui walked in front of the team, and the rest of the dozen or so people formed a circle, protecting Yun Sheng and Wuyou in the middle.

Yun Sheng looked at the complacent Yuan Shui in front of him, and said sullenly: "You two, the master and the apprentice, the excuse of singing and singing together is too clumsy."

Wuyou smiled lightly after hearing this, looked down at Yun Sheng in his arms, and then said: "Master knows that his excuses can't be hidden from you, so there is no need to bother to make them up, just say it casually."

Yun Sheng was silent.

After walking for a while, Wuyou suddenly said to Yun Sheng, "Master also hopes that you and I can stay together."

How could Yun Sheng not understand Yuan Shui's intentions, but she still looked at the front without saying a word.

"Yun'er, let's get married. When I return to Chang'an, I'll go to the Bai family to ask for marriage, okay?" Wuyou said suddenly.

After hearing Wuyou's words, Yun Sheng paused.

Wuyou noticed that Yun Sheng in his arms was a little nervous, but he didn't urge Yun Sheng to answer.

In the past few days, Yun Sheng couldn't remember how many times Wuyou said this.

To be honest, Yun Sheng didn't hate him either.

But when it comes to getting married, Yun Sheng has never thought about it in his past and present lives.

After a while, Wuyou saw that Yun Sheng was still silent.

"Yun'er likes Wuyin?" Wuyou suddenly asked.

Like Wuyin?

Yun Sheng thought that he may have a little liking for Wu Yin, but more of it is like the affection between friends.

Before Yun Sheng could speak, Wuyou lowered his head slightly, and kissed Yun Sheng's bun lightly: "Yun'er is lost."

Wuyou let go of the rein with one hand, and held Yun Sheng's hand in his palm: "I will bring Yun'er out."

Yun Sheng smiled lightly in front of Wuyou.But he withdrew his hand and turned his elbow back: "Seeing that you are getting more and more impatient, whoever promises you can hold my hand."

Wuyou laughed loudly after hearing "haha".

He wanted to say, when Yun Sheng fell asleep, which part of her body he hadn't seen.

But Wuyou didn't say it after all, some little secrets were only known to him, but it was very interesting.

Taking advantage of Yun Sheng's inattention, Wuyou held Yun Sheng's hand in his palm again: "The husband holds the lady's hand, this is a matter of course and right."