Genius Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Chapter 478 There Are Flaws Everywhere

Jian Yunling was defeated by his stupidity, lowered her head and rubbed her forehead, turned around, frowned at him with pity, shook her head and said, "Oh... I've already said this, and you are still dying? It seems Your brain structure is really not ordinary. Okay, then I will explain it to you more clearly."

This time Jian Yunling restrained her smile, leaned down on the low table beside her and casually picked up a white porcelain cup full of wine, with a movement of her fingertips, the cup tilted, and the transparent nectar dripped down at her feet, along the smooth marble floor , meandering out a dark trace.

"Actually, you have made mistakes since you walked in here. Why? Because, as long as you observe carefully, you can find that there is not even a servant here except you. Even the maids serving the Four Treasures of the Study, listen No one dared to approach until the bell rang. Therefore, this pedantic and pretentious poetry competition club must have an equally pedantic and pretentious rule, that is, no servants are allowed to enter the venue without the order of the county magistrate. And you As a humble coachman, he walked in without any hesitation, which is already very problematic."

"That's because of him..." The coachman pointed at Yu Wenzheng, who was sitting upright with his sleeves folded, eager to defend himself.

But Jian Yunling saw through his thoughts, interrupted him without haste, and said calmly: "That's right, it's because my husband is unable to move and needs your help. But I dare to ask, if you are really a Coachman, how likely is it to get a distinguished guest like my husband who has limited mobility and goes out without an entourage? If there were any, you wouldn't be so clumsy when you were pushing the wheelchair just now, and fell on the rocks several times. "

With Jian Yunling's explanation like this, it seems that his performance is full of loopholes and useless.

The coachman clenched his back molars, his chest heaved rapidly, the muscles on his flushed face twitched, he opened his mouth, and before he could make a sound, Yu Wenzheng, who had been quiet all this time, also suddenly said: "Besides, your hands It's not right either."

"My hand?" The coachman raised the hand that was hanging by his side, examined it carefully for a while, but found nothing wrong, looked at him suspiciously, and asked, "What's wrong with my hand?"

"You have calluses on your hand, it's the hand of a martial artist." Yu Wenzheng took out his hand and brushed his silver-lined cuff, as if something dirty was on it, but Jian Yunling could see clearly, there was clearly something on it nothing.

"The palms of those who hold the horse stiff also have calluses." The loopholes were repeatedly broken, and the driver's patience had reached the limit. While speaking, he moved his hand and turned the blade, ready for a start.

"The calluses on the hands of a stiff person are all in the crook of the fingers, while those of a martial arts practitioner are all in the fingertips and palms. I felt it when you were carrying me just now. I just want to see what tricks you play. , that’s why I didn’t poke you.” Yu Wenzheng focused on rummaging through the fruit plate in front of him, picked out a grape and put it in his mouth, but he didn’t pay attention to the driver at all.

The driver finally had nothing to say. He lowered his head for a long time and did not lift it up. His face was buried in the shadow and he couldn't see clearly.

"So the details determine success or failure. Next time you do this kind of assassination, remember to be careful, so as not to do a monkey show and get nothing. Then your master will not be very happy." Jian Yunling bent down and put the wine glass back, earnestly persuaded.

(End of this chapter)