Genius Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Chapter 295 Take care of yourself
The floating moon is in the sky, and the stars are like dust.The breeze swayed the tall trees, and the rustling sound was as lonely as a song, as if the osmanthus osmanthus fell to the world on the moon, leaving a little bit of bleakness.

Yu Wenzheng sits quietly under the cool moonlight, with dark clothes and long sleeves stretched out of the wheelchair, hunting with the wind, behind him are scattered shadows, and the inexplicable sweet fragrance of flowers overflows all around.He looked at Jian Yunling softly lying on Aunt Lan's shoulder with deep eyes, and walked towards him with staggering steps.

The jade hook on the streamer in the skirt is like clear water hitting the shore, and the dim light rises and falls, coating the person who wears her with a touch of immortality.

When he arrived in front of him, before Aunt Lan could speak, Yu Wenzheng turned the wheelchair, turned his back, and said in a soft voice without a trace of emotion, "Take the princess back. You all go down, and the king will take care of her personally. "

No matter how she thought about it, Aunt Lan felt that it was not a wise decision to let them live together alone at this time. She smiled apologetically and wanted to fight for a few words: "My lord, my concubine is very drunk, she is still an old slave..."

Yu Wenzheng's sharp eyes swept over her, and she choked the following words back into her stomach in resentment, bowed down and saluted, and walked lightly, helped Jian Yunling to settle in the room, quickly backed out, and waited by the door, Nodding his head, he said: "My lord, this old slave has helped the princess to rest on the bed, and the hot tea for hangover and the clean water for washing are also ready."

Yu Wenzheng nodded slightly, and when she passed by Aunt Lan, it was as if the cold was attacking, making her shiver.

After the door was closed, Aunt Lan cast a sympathetic look at the thin yellow paper window where the candles were burning.

Poor princess...

In the room separated by a door, Jian Yunling stretched all over her body, occupying the entire bed in the shape of a "big".Yu Wenzheng walked to the bedside, his downcast eyes swirled, and he looked her carefully from head to toe.

Drunk, she is charming and charming, a little more beautiful than usual.

The blush cheeks are covered with a soft veil woven by the moon, and the gorgeous face engraved with the Creator's deep love is like a bright moon rising in the sea fog.The black eyelashes that spread like phoenix wings are distinct, sprinkled with gold powder tempered by candlelight, adding tenderness to the crescent moon arc where her eyes fit.

With a flick of the long sleeve, the soaked towel flew out of the water basin, tore off the continuous casting water curtain, and fell right into his palm.

Wringing out the excess water, she lifted Jian Yunling's arm stretched out of the bed, opened her wide sleeves that were wet with wine, and put the cold veil on her hot and moist skin that looked like red pearls in fire, Jian Yunling leaned back uncomfortably. She shrank back, and said loudly: "Cool..."

Yu Wenzheng tugged at her withdrawn arm, his low voice almost coaxing: "Be good, don't move."

Jian Yunling heard a familiar voice, but because of the confusion in his mind, he couldn't find it.She raised her eyebrows lightly, and reluctantly raised her heavy eyelids. In her blurred eyes, it was the person she was thinking about. The handsome figure was like a blunted knife, cutting cruelly in her heart.

"Yu Wenzheng?" As if still in a dream, Jian Yunling slowly raised her hand, carefully stroking his sharp and tall brows with her fingers, as if confirming whether the person in front of her was an illusion or real. After a while, she felt the warm touch, With a weak smile, he sighed, "It's really Yu Wenzheng..."

Hearing her call his name directly, Yu Wenzheng's eerie eyes fluttered imperceptibly for a moment, then disappeared immediately, and continued to concentrate on wiping her, softly said: "It's me."

Jian Yunling smirked, staring at his dimly illuminated side face, as if talking to himself or whispering to him, she lazily murmured: "Why are you here?"

(End of this chapter)