Genius Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Chapter 180 Won the Bet
Only then did Jian Yunling remember that all the side concubines at the palace banquet had to sit alone at the same table, so she turned around and gave Situ a consoling smile, told her a few words, and then sent her to the little father-in-law. Seeing her walking back and forth step by step, she turned her head and said to Fu Dongyun, "Let's go."

Jian Yunling has always felt that the luxury of the emperors is mainly reflected in building too many palaces, which makes it difficult to walk through the huge imperial city without means of transportation.

Dragging a costume to the golden door of Chengtian Temple, Yu Wenzheng was leaning on a wheelchair and waiting quietly.

The surroundings were silent, the sky was covered by remnant clouds, and the moonlight shrouded the long and uninhabited palace corridor in front of him.

Behind the opened door is the noisy human voice mixed with the sound of silk and bamboo. Yu Wenzheng wears a golden crown and wears a dark blue robe. The four-clawed dragon pattern is embroidered with silver thread on the robe, and the handsome jade face is covered with frost, which is popular cold.

Jian Yunling came to him, bowed her head and said, "My lord."

Yu Wenzheng raised his head to look at her, his dark eyes were deep, and he said in a low voice, "Do you still remember the bet you made with this king?"

Jian Yunling smiled and nodded: "Of course I remember."

Yu Wenzheng turned the wheelchair, leaving a silhouette of her, his voice echoed among the long palace walls, like a spring in a deep valley entering a pool, empty and empty: "Just remember." After saying that, he stepped into the banquet.

Jian Yunling narrowed her eyes and smiled meaningfully, and walked in behind him.

As shown in many TV dramas, this palace banquet went down according to the process of guests entering the table, the emperor and empress appearing, toasting and giving a speech, and drinking with the monarch and ministers.

Yu Wenheng and Feng Qiwu sat on the honored seat hand in hand.One is heroic and majestic, and the other is graceful and noble, they match very well.

All the princes and princes sat on the white jade cloud steps.

Under the jade steps, all the ministers and their family members raised cups and greeted each other, it was very lively.

When the wine was half full, Grand Master Jian came to the long table of Yu Wenzheng and Jian Yunling with a celadon cup in his hand, slightly drunk in his shining eyes, and his footsteps were still unsteady, but he refused the help of the maidservant.

"Come, King Han, I offer you a toast." The transparent nectar was handed to Yu Wenzheng.

Jian Yunling slightly raised her eyelids, looked up along Grand Master Jian's arm, and found an imperceptible sobriety in his eyes.

With a sneer in his heart, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Yu Wenzheng.Feeling her teasing gaze, Yu Wenzheng turned his head to face him coldly, the chill all over his body seemed to come from the Nether River, exuding the breath of death.

"My lord, my father is toasting you." Jian Yunling reminded her, her crimson lips curled up in an evil curve.

Everything is as she expected.Regarding the plague, Yu Wenzheng was in the limelight too much, and someone will definitely try to keep him from stepping down at this palace banquet.

Therefore, Jian Yunling won the bet.

Looking at it with hundreds of pairs of eyes, Yu Wenzheng picked up a porcelain cup no bigger than a finger, and instead of touching it with Grand Master Jian, he put it to his lips and raised his head to drink it.

All the movements are done in one go, as if he is drinking by himself and has nothing to do with others.

Grand Master Jian's hands froze in the air, but his face didn't show any embarrassment, he let out a drunken smirk, and said in a hoarse voice: "My lord, my disciple came back from visiting relatives in Yuncheng two days ago, and he told me Don't you want to hear something about General Si?"

Si Luoyi?The guard of Yuncheng, the former General Dao Ma, the uncle of Yu Wenzheng and Yu Wenheng?
(End of this chapter)