Chapter 257 Sit on His Lap
Of course Yu Wenheng couldn't see through Jian Yunling's plan.

Her idea was very simple, with Yu Wensheng's words, she didn't have to worry about the severity of the attack, she could just beat him to death.Even if something good or bad happens from beating her up, Prince Gong will have nothing to do with her.

"Each man's destiny" was said by his precious son himself.

All the spectators were completely dumbfounded at this time.How could a good martial arts tournament turn into a life-and-death duel?

Of course, in the eyes of everyone, there will be various speculations.It is impossible to say, and it is difficult to describe in detail.

In short, everyone has a common idea, that is - these two people are crazy.

In the middle of such a crowd, Yu Wenzheng always held the wine cup with a calm expression. It was empty inside, but he seemed to have a glass full of fine wine, and he pressed it to the tip of his nose, smelling the mellow fragrance in the glass.The shallow arc hangs on the lips, like a smile but not a smile, and when people look at it, they start to make a big fuss again.

"Hey, look, King Han is not worried at all."

"That's right, didn't it mean that he and the princess have a deep relationship? Have they experienced life and death together? Why does it look like this? He doesn't care about her safety."

"You don't need to believe those rumors. In my opinion, which man doesn't like the new and hate the old. I heard that the side concubine in his mansion is just pregnant. In his eyes, the concubine is probably a mess. If he didn't read together, he would die For the sake of escape, maybe this Princess Han and Princess Gong will end up the same."

"hey-hey……"

There was a comprehensible wretched low laugh.

And these words were all impartial, falling into the ears of Yu Wenzheng and Jian Yunling.Yu Wenzheng seemed to have never heard of it, and continued to linger with his wine glass calmly.

Jian Yunling has a new understanding of the gossip ability of these men.Just when she rolled her eyes and was about to take the sword to the stage, the unmoving "sculpture" beside her suddenly grabbed her hand amidst countless eyes with different meanings.

Jian Yunling stopped, thinking that he had something to say, and was about to turn around, but was pulled into a warm embrace by a force.

In front of everyone, Jian Yunling just fell down on Yu Wenzheng's lap defenselessly.

His arms were wrapped around her waist, and his chin rested on her forehead. The fragrance of his hair stirred the fragrance of green grass, and the fragrance that was plucked by the wind was unstoppable.Yu Wenzheng looked as intoxicated as when tasting and smelling the aroma of wine.The big hand stroked her cheek all the way along her waist, and the lips opened and closed, as if whispering something to her.

Looking at it from any angle in the arena, this is an extremely charming and obsessive posture.

But it was not the case for Jian Yunling. She could hear clearly what he said in her ear. It was not the caring advice they took for granted, but a sentence: "Tell me, in this way, is this king a favorite?" is you?"

Jian Yunling angrily pushed back his shackles, but the two arms on her body seemed to weigh a thousand catties of rocks, no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't get rid of them.

As soon as she raised her head, she met a spark of ambiguity in the depths of his eyes, which exploded in her eyes unquenchable and precariously.

The heart missed a beat, and the strength in his hands was slack, but Yu Wenzheng took the opportunity to walk the big hand to her waist, and before she could react, he gently pushed outwards, Jian Yunling felt his body lighten, and his whole body flew up After getting up, she quickly mobilized her internal energy to maintain balance, and after a while, she gracefully landed on the high platform, like a fairy coming into the world.

(End of this chapter)

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