Genius Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Chapter 182 As if Never Appeared
Yu Wenzheng's thin lips were tightly pursed, and the veins in his fisted hands were exposed, trembling faintly but violently.

Jian Yunling glanced around, everyone looked like she was watching the show, she couldn't help but sneered, her eyes gradually darkened, the white jade-like catkins suddenly covered Yu Wenzheng's tight fist, she looked up at Grand Master Jian, and smiled slightly Rushuang said: "Father seems to be very drunk, let's go to rest quickly."

Yu Wenheng, who is on the honorable position, has been paying attention to their direction. When he saw Jian Yunling's protection of Yu Wenzheng, his deep eyes narrowed dangerously, and then he pursed his lips evilly and said: "What Princess Han said is, Grand Master, you Drunk. Come, help the grand master down."

Two maidservants stepped forward in response and supported Grand Master Jian.

Taishi Jian clasped his hands very cooperatively and made a deep bow. When he lowered his head, he looked coldly at Yu Wenzheng, cast a sarcastic smile, then pretended to be extremely drunk, and staggered down the high steps.

The blood on Yu Wenzheng's hand was still dripping, and with a little force on his fingertips, half of the broken porcelain in his palm turned into blood-colored powder, which was blown up by the wind like sand, weaving a light veil in the dark night.

Yu Wenheng sighed suddenly, but he couldn't hear half of his sincerity: "Oh, since the death of my mother and concubine, my uncle didn't want to go back to the capital. Now he is seriously ill, and I can't be filial to him. I am really ashamed." .”

The queen comforted softly at the side: "Your Majesty, you don't have to worry. The General Si has his own fortune and will turn the crisis into peace. If the Emperor is really worried, you can arrange for the imperial doctor in the palace to go to Yuncheng to treat the General Si. In this way, It can be regarded as the whole of the emperor's filial piety."

With such an obvious chorus, the courtiers with winks have already started to echo and compliment.

Jian Yunling didn't care about their conversation at all, she just silently took out the moon-white handkerchief in her arms to bandage Yu Wenzheng, but he threw him away and let the brocade cloth fall to his feet, soaked in blood all over the place.

Yu Wenheng seemed to have noticed Yu Wenzheng's injury only now, and quickly said concerned: "Ah, brother, what's wrong with your hand, call the imperial doctor!"

Yu Wenzheng's stern face turned frosty, and his voice was as deep as water, and said: "No need, brother, it's just a small injury."

It was a sentence that could not be heard emotionally, but when it came out of Yu Wenzheng's mouth, it was chilling.

"Really?" Yu Wenheng also suppressed his sad face, raised his eyebrows with contempt, and said: "In that case, the palace banquet will continue!"

The intertwined lights, the sound of singing and dancing, everything returned to the way it was at the beginning, as if the scene on the high steps just now had never happened, as if the name Si Luoyi had never appeared at this festive and joyful banquet.

It's not a good thing to see blood at the palace banquet in the imperial city during the New Year's Eve.The maidservant on one side had already stepped forward to clean up the blood all over the floor.

Jian Yunling looked at the blood-stained brocade handkerchief being picked up by the palace maid, and couldn't help but regret it, it was a handkerchief woven from ice silk from the East China Sea, it was hard to buy for a thousand dollars, and her Yunlou was going to sell a whole day of tea for nothing .

This grand palace banquet lasted until midnight.

At midnight, a bell rang in the distance, and fireworks rose all over the sky in an instant. The explosion-like bang dispelled all the silence, and the night sky above the head, which was dyed with thick ink, was as bright as day.

The cheers of the people outside the imperial city came faintly, and everyone was laughing. Only Yu Wenzheng, reflecting the bright moonlight, dyed his whole body in a cold, holding a silver jug ​​under the blooming fireworks, raised his head and drank heavily. Into that choking dope.

Sitting beside him, Jian Yunling looked sideways at him from time to time, but only saw the indifference on his face, which separated him from her so far.

(End of this chapter)