Genius Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Chapter 432
Yang Yong naturally understood what she meant, the more he looked at her flickering crystal eyes, the angrier he became, he suppressed the anger in his heart, stretched his arms to ask, and said coldly: "Princess, please."

With three simple words, he almost ground them into pieces in his mouth before saying them.

Jian Yunling's prank got the effect she wanted, she waved her sleeves contentedly, and with a graceful demeanor, she walked past him gracefully and walked towards the main hall of Yang's mansion.

Yang Yong clenched his fists secretly, and ordered his servants to close the gate quickly, only letting Aunt Lan in.

The guard of honor of the brigade stands outside the mansion, in stark contrast to this dilapidated small house.Although the situation in the courtyard has been concealed by the old painted red gate, the main masters have long since disappeared.But just this extravagant spectacle is enough for ordinary people who have nothing to do to watch and discuss for half an hour.

The noise outside the half-meter gray wall gradually faded away, and people's whispers melted into the morning mist and dissipated with the rising sun.

The surroundings of this dilapidated small courtyard gradually returned to calm.

Jian Yunling held a cup of warm tea and sat on the first seat in the main hall of the Yang Mansion. She lowered her head as if she was admiring the golden tea water. The tea leaves stretched and danced, hanging on the corners of her lips in a shallow curve, with an unfathomable tranquility.

Yang Yong and Mrs. Yang sat sideways, Yang Yong kept his eyes on the front, the expression on his face did not loosen at all, it was as hard as an ice sculpture that could not be melted or broken.

Mrs. Yang held a pair of plain white hands in his palm all the time. The two didn't talk to each other, they didn't even look at each other, but there was a tacit understanding that outsiders couldn't understand.

Jian Yunling has been sitting in the paulownia chair for half an hour, without saying a word, with her head buried behind the raised cup lid, and occasionally using the teacup to cover her, she glanced at Mrs. Yang with interest, knowing her like Lan Aunt, I don't know what she is going to do.

In this small Yang's mansion, there might not be more than ten servants if counted carefully, and now all of them have been sent out of the main hall by Yang Yong, except for Aunt Lan, there is not even one standing by.

In the small and warm hall, only the sound of clinking cups and porcelain, and the knocking of the draft mixed with everyone's breathing can be heard for a while.

"Princess, there are no outsiders here. What is your purpose, let's be clear about it." Seeing that Jian Yunling was going to hold a cup of tea and slowly sip until the end, Yang Yong, who was concerned and chaotic, couldn't help it. .

What Jian Yunling waited for was his "can't help it".

When the two sides confront each other, sometimes the first shot does not necessarily mean that they have the upper hand, and it may also show their flaws first.And Yang Yong's flaws can be clearly seen without others digging and probing.

It seems that since ancient times, the saying that heroes are sad about beauty is still reasonable.

Jian Yunling put down the teacup sideways, her posture was gentle and calm, not frightened by Yang Yong's anger, she said indifferently: "Purpose? The general thinks, what purpose do I have?"

Smiling and raising his eyes, he stared at Yang Yong, as if countless poisoned silver needles, as thin as silver hairs, instantly passed through his flesh and penetrated into his bone marrow. It didn't hurt, but it was dangerous, and he knew he would die still inescapable danger.

On the battlefield, this man who was never afraid of the piles of corpses and the enemy's cannons, at this moment, when Jian Yunling's smiling eyes stared at him like a devil, he broke out uncontrollably. Got a cold sweat.

(End of this chapter)