Genius Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Chapter 220 A Nightmare

That night, Xiao Bai personally brought two large barrels of medicinal soup over, from the arrangement to the aftermath, he did not leave the hands of others.

Although Jian Yunling has always been braver than her eyes, and her eyes are bigger than her heart, she still can't do it as a pure and kind girl, seeing a handsome man bathe another handsome man.

She hastily closed the door and escaped, hiding in the yard to enjoy the moonlight, but the faint sound of splashing water could be heard inside the house, disturbing her mind.Inexplicably, some sweet images appeared in my mind, I was awakened by the sound of frogs in the distance, shook my head to dispel distracting thoughts, and secretly scolded myself for being shameless.

Finally, when the work was done, Xiao Bai came out with two large buckets of cold medicinal soup in sweat, ordered a few precautions, and then left.

Jian Yunling pushed the door open and walked in, Yu Wenzheng was sleeping peacefully on the bed, his handsome face was a little more bloody.She sat on the edge of the bed and tucked the thin quilt for him, looked around, and decided to spend the night lying on the table.

The breath of benzoin is long and warm, and a faint and strange fragrance diffuses, which lasts for a long time, like sweet wine in the throat, confusing people's mind.

Under the guidance of the fragrance, Yu Wenzheng's thoughts crossed the long corridor with fleeting lights, and sank into a cloud of light and mist.

Behind the fog is a long dream.In the dream, there is a garden full of endless blooming June Snow, and the unmelting white is reflected in the blue waves in front of me, and people who are dazzled by colorful waves can't open their eyes.There was silence all around, and the mother and concubine's hometown tune was faintly played, which became the only background.

The mournful and desolate tune sang an unfulfilling love, which was the voice I heard most often in childhood.

At that time, in his world, there was no struggle for succession, no death, no brothers killing each other, and no sibling rivalry.Some are just pure and happy.

The mother and concubine next to him were wearing a long plain purple dress, and the fragrance of freshwater plums lingered between the skirts, which was an indelible smell in his memory.

They leaned on each other, and the mother and concubine held him in her arms, like the voice of the sound of heaven, which seemed to come from the realm of the gods, empty and ethereal.

"Zheng'er, the concubine mother is not by your side, you and Heng'er are each other's only relatives, you should take care of each other, don't let the concubine mother worry."

Yu Wenzheng was buried in her arms, crying like a child, his face was covered with tears, melting his coldness and charm, revealing his original appearance.

"Mother and concubine, I'm sorry, Zheng'er has broken your promise, and Yu Wenheng and I will never be brothers again in this life."

The warmth around him instantly turned into green smoke. Yu Wenzheng grabbed it with his hands, but he only caught a piece of nothingness. The dream suddenly turned into a sea of ​​blood burning his body. Under the red light in the sky, he could not move. Red his gown.

The figures in front of him kept changing, sometimes it was the blind mother and concubine crying for help, and sometimes it was the weakened father stretching out his hands to him, saying that he was waiting for his return.

At one moment it was Grand Master Jian's sinister smile, at another moment it was Yu Wenheng's ferocious and hateful face.

The last one is Jian Yunling, dressed in the wedding clothes of their wedding day, like the flames of the whole world wrapped around her body, walking towards him step by step, her red lips parted, saying what he was most afraid of hearing in his life To the words: "I do not love you, I want to leave you."

Then she really turned around and walked away without any nostalgia, his outstretched hand froze in mid-air, leaving nothing but the burning pain of the fire kiss.

"My lord? My lord? Yu Wenzheng!" Qingwan's voice rang beside his ears, and for a moment, Yu Wenzheng thought that he would be trapped in a nightmare forever and could not escape.

(End of this chapter)