Genius Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Chapter 338 Junxue is critically ill
On this day, Yu Wenzheng and Jian Yunling were admiring flowers in the courtyard. The former was half lying on the soft couch, and the latter was lying on the former's chest. For a moment, the years were silent, and the surroundings were quiet.

Suddenly there was the sound of rushing footsteps in the distance, and Jian Yunling stood up in response to the sound, looking around, and a young servant with a sweaty face and an anxious expression soon appeared in her field of vision.

I saw the young man standing on the corridor not far away, bowing his body with his fists folded, announcing in an uneven breath: "Jane...Miss Jane, madam... madam..."

Before she could finish the following words, Jian Yunling had already lifted her skirt and ran out.

The beauty in her arms left, and the handsome young man sitting on the couch naturally had no interest in continuing.Raising his hand slightly, the young man stepped forward respectfully, carried him on his back, put him on the wheelchair, and stood behind him. When he was about to ask him where he was going, Yu Wenzheng suddenly said: "Next time, don't Miss Jian, and Mrs. Yuwen."

His voice was calm, and he wasn't displeased much, and the boy just took it as an ordinary reminder, and explained: "However, there is only Mrs. Xue in our village..."

Yu Wenzheng turned his head slightly, but with just one look, the servant was startled immediately, and lowered his head trembling slightly.

He has never seen such a fierce and powerful gaze. He is used to seeing Yuchen's gentle expression. When Yu Wenzheng glanced at him suddenly, he felt that there was a mountain of cold knives hidden in his pupils. The skin was torn apart, and the flesh was splashed with blood.

As if stuck in the throat, no sound could come out, the boy buried his head, feeling a chill go up his back.

But Yu Wenzheng didn't seem to intend to continue to pursue his slip of the tongue, but ordered lightly: "Follow her."

This "she" naturally refers to Jian Yunling.

The boy hurriedly pushed up the wheelchair and brought Yu Wenzheng to Junxue's courtyard.

Unlike King Han's Mansion, which would cause a noisy onlooker every time someone had an accident, Junxue's place is very quiet, just like usual.

Only the boys in front of the door, holding pots of bloody water, kept coming in and out to remind the people outside that there was still a person wandering in the house before the gate of hell.

The servants carried out the work at hand in an orderly manner, as if they had seen the same things a lot, without any loss or panic.

Yu Chen stood outside the door with a calm expression, even a smile on his lips, but his whole body exuded a coldness that no one should enter, his black pupils were like a starless and moonless night, endless, empty and dazed
Jian Yunling stopped on the corridor not far from him, fearing to startle him, approached lightly, just a few steps behind him, suddenly heard him ask in a leisurely and indifferent voice: "Tell me, if I go Accompany Junxue, will she blame me when we get there?"

Jian Yunling's heart trembled, she secretly thought that it was not good, Yuchen had already had the thought of living and dying together.

At this time, the fragility of his heart is like a piece of light-transmitting thin ice, as long as it is poked lightly, it will fall apart.

Jian Yunling patted him on the shoulder, with a sense of comfort: "Trust Ji Zimo, he won't let Junxue have an accident."

Yuchen's eyes were undetectably turbulent, and his back was full of loneliness, like a bamboo that has been polished by wind and rain, firm and bleak.

Yu Wenzheng also arrived at this time, and when he looked up, he saw Jian Yunling's hand resting on Yuchen's shoulder, and the two looked quite intimate.

The pupils shrunk slightly, showing a dangerous look, coughing heavily, and came behind the two of them in displeasure, asking in a calm voice, "How is Mrs. Xue?"

(End of this chapter)