Genius Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Chapter 451
"You!" Prime Minister Jian held his breath in his heart, he couldn't say it, and it wouldn't matter if he didn't. Jian Yunling was really worried that he would just let it go because he couldn't think about it.

He's dead, and some things aren't fun.

It was only a few minutes before the court, and the guards in front of the Changque Gate were already lined up. When the time came, the palace gate would open wide, to welcome all the adults into the court, and at the same time prevent anyone from sneaking into the palace by fishing in troubled waters.

But everyone seemed to have forgotten about this matter, and watched the two men face each other with anger and a smile like a knife, and no one dared to speak.

Although the conflict between Yu Wenzheng and Prime Minister Jian has a long history, it has never been as tense as it is today.Could it be that this morning, something is going to happen?

A group of people with different thoughts are all thinking about their own small calculations. The quiet outside can only hear the whistling wind, but it is more frightening than the open and dark arrows just now.

The cool wind blowing into the compartment refreshed people's spirits.

Jian Yunling gathered the fox cloak that Yu Wenzheng had put on her before getting out of the car, and finally she was completely awake.He got up from the soft couch, took the hot tea warmed in the small stove, poured himself a cup, and leaned on the carriage to sip it, while reaching out to pick up a corner of the car curtain, quietly observing the situation outside.

From her angle, she could clearly see Prime Minister Jian's puffed cheeks and the scarlet welling up in his muddy eyes.

The fingertips tapped on the teacup, which was only the size of one's grip, and the nails and the white porcelain made an ethereal sound, just like a pipa tune, echoing in this small space, which is very pleasing to the heart.

She shook her head and smiled at Prime Minister Jian's embarrassment, and inadvertently glanced at Yu Wenzheng, the smile on her face melted away, as if the autumn frost had disappeared, and she could no longer find her trace.

He's playing with that wrench again.

Ever since Jian Yunling knew the truth about the death of Concubine Si Gui, every time she saw Yu Wenzheng in white clothes and black hair sitting in front of the dressing table in the twilight of the morning, carefully putting on the bluish flowing finger, she felt that her heart was like It hurts like being picked up.

It was the only relic left by his mother and concubine. It is said that it was specially made by his father, who searched all over the world for beautiful jade, for Si Xueyi, who doted on the harem.

It used to be the envy of countless women, and it represented the certificate of supreme grace, but now it has become the sustenance for him to remember all the hatred and sorrow.

Every pattern on it, like a devil's tentacles, cruelly showed him the inhuman torture his concubine mother suffered at the last moment before she died, and also reminded him not to forget the revenge of killing his mother, let alone Forget everything you have lost.

Therefore, every time he turns the wrench in his hand, those ink-like eyes will become deeper and deeper, as if a big hole has been poked out in the sky where there is no light, and everything he looks forward to turns back and swallows violently. People's hairs stand on end.

It is said that hatred can turn a person from an angel into a demon. Yu Wenzheng embraced the hatred of eating flesh and drinking blood, and walked step by step towards the road that could not be turned back. The obsession in his heart could not be let go.

He and Prime Minister Jian, one of them must die before these grievances can end.

A few steps away, the palace door slowly opened, and behind the heavy dark red door leaf, an eunuch with a dust whisk in his hand came out. When he saw the scene outside, he was stunned for a second, and then he quickly pretended not to see it, and flicked his eyes. Fuchen shouted: "All the ministers enter the palace—"

(End of this chapter)