Genius Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Chapter 395
The sentence "I will not recite poems from now on, I won't recite poems if I'm beaten to death" was almost out of my mouth, when I suddenly remembered that there was something wrong with this claim, so I quickly shut my mouth, pretended to be dumb, and just shook my head whimperingly.

Yu Wenzheng's eyes opened a crack, glanced at her from the corner of the eye, smiled very happily, then closed them again, and continued his meditation journey.

The carriage seemed to be moving extremely slowly in the crowded downtown, and the street outside changed from noisy to quiet, as if it took a long day and night.In the open space, only the echo of the dust splashed by the horse's hoof and the squeaking of the wheels are left, playing a lonely song that no one listens to.

After a loud and deep shout, the carriage stopped steadily, the front of the carriage lightened, and there was the sound of two feet landing, but Fu Dongyun didn't hear what he said for a long time.

Strangely, Jian Yunling lifted the curtain of the car to look out, and suddenly understood the reason for Fu Dongyun's silence.

Concubine Su, who was dressed in plain white clothes, was kneeling beside the carriage, with tears in the corners of her eyes, and she looked thin and frail as if she would fly away when the wind blows.

Such a delicate and pitiful beauty, if a bright pear flower covered with morning dew fell sadly beside the carriage, who would not pay attention to it, who would not feel pity for it?

Although there were not many people coming and going to and from the palace at this time, there was already a sparse circle of pointing and discussing people.

Jian Yunling stood tall behind the half-opened curtain, her eyes instantly turned cold, like the color of snow that had just melted on the top of a distant mountain, icy cold and piercing.

"My lord, it seems that we are really prone to troubles. As soon as we step into the capital, we feel all kinds of unrest." Jian Yunling raised her tone, sneering and purposely speaking to Concubine Su outside.

When Concubine Su heard this, she suddenly raised her head, and stared at Jian Yunling full of grief and resentment. If she hadn't been sure that her heaving chest was panting, Jian Yunling would have thought that the person in front of her was just a lonely A haunted ghost.

"What's the matter?" Yu Wenzheng's deep and magnetic voice came out, and the side concubine Su seemed to have grabbed a life-saving driftwood, kneeled to the shaft of the car, and cried out desperately: "My lord, I'm a concubine, my lord ..."

Yu Wenzheng didn't immediately look at the situation outside, but frowned displeasedly, looked at Jian Yunling, and asked questions.

Jian Yunling shrugged helplessly, saying that this was beyond the scope of what she could describe clearly in a few words, so she opened all the car curtains, and the outside sun shone in, lighting up the entire dark car. The handsome and noble King Han appeared in front of all the onlookers. At the same time, Yu Wenzheng also saw Concubine Su kneeling beside the car.

Everyone was amazed by King Han's demeanor, the whispering just now stopped abruptly, and there was a long silence.

Side Concubine Su rubbed Kou Dan's long fingers on the side of the car, wailing hysterically: "My lord, you are back! You have to be the master of my concubine!"

The beautiful woman is crying, and the handsome man is watching. According to the arrangement of most idol dramas, at this moment they should hug each other, comfort or cry.

But Yu Wenzheng remained unmoved, and even lowered his eyes with cold and indifferent eyes, and there was an unpredictable surge in his eyes.

"Yu'er, go back." The four words, as light as the wind, drifted away in an instant, but they made Concubine Su's face pale like plain paper.

"My lord..." Concubine Su begged in a begging voice.

"I said, go back." Yu Wenzheng tucked it in his sleeves, looking at the emaciated Concubine Su, without any emotion in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)