Genius Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Chapter 493 Won't Let You Go

Yu Wenzheng increased his strength, his nails stuck into her skin, and blood dripped out. Jian Yunling frowned indiscernibly, but he just held it quietly, as if he was willing to do anything as long as he could keep her. He is willing to pay any price.

"I'd rather die than let you go. You still want to be my queen, my mother of Daliang, and you still want to bear me a child, a child of our own."

Listening to his unquestionable tone, Jian Yunling laughed even more cheerfully, as if he was just telling another joke that would never come true: "My lord, I don't have such a good destiny. People like me are more suitable for green mountains and green waters, to be at ease In this world, there are many people who are more suitable than me to be the future queen of Daliang. They are beautiful and talented, and their wealth is prominent, but they are also more virtuous and virtuous than me. Only they are qualified to be a model for women in the world."

Yu Wenzheng said in a deep voice, "I only want you!"

Jian Yunling was also pushed into a hurry by him, her deep pupils like an ice abyss cast a cold light: "My lord, don't force me!"

Yu Wenzheng took a big step, blocking her way, with a fierce and coercive power, with a determination that would never give in: "Unless you kill me today, and then kill the dozens of soldiers guarding outside and Dongyun, Otherwise, you can't leave."

Jian Yunling declared war coldly: "Yu Wenzheng, don't make me hate you."

Yu Wenzheng looked at her deeply, and he really planned to do whatever it takes: "I'd rather you hate me."

Hearing this, Jian Yunling turned her wrist and unscrewed his holding her hand. At the same time, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, the other hand stored up two points of internal energy and sacrificed a palm, in order for him to give up a hand when he was dodging. Way to come.

Unexpectedly, Yu Wenzheng watched the palm wind approaching, but did not move at all, and accepted it obediently. Jian Yunling took into account that he had just fought and his physical strength had not yet recovered, so she withdrew her palm at the last moment, but she did not expect that a knife came down behind her, and she suddenly lost consciousness. Scattered, eyes darkened, and fell softly into Yu Wenzheng's arms.

Yuwen embraced her and half-kneeled down, pressed her head on his chest, the fragrance of long hair wafted faintly, he stared straight at the darkness in front of him without focus, and murmured the same sentence foolishly: "I don't Will let you go, won't let you go..."

The moonlight is shining, and the surrounding fields are hazy.

Inside the car, there are a pair of people embracing each other, one with his eyes lightly closed, with a peaceful face, and the other in a blood robe, with a pale complexion, and time stops suddenly, as if the embrace of each other is forever, and the sea is dry and rocks are rotten.

Outside the car, dead bodies lay in the wild forest, soaked in black soil, and the smell of blood lingered, lingering for a long time.

This assassination, from the beginning to the end, and even the final aftermath were all concealed so that no news was leaked.

All the people who participated in the poetry competition that night were half comforted and half threatened by Fu Dongyun. They all shut their mouths tightly and left Qian County the next day.

The magistrate of Feitou knelt and cried and ran to Yu Wenzheng's door to plead guilty, but Yu Wenzheng only got a sentence of "forgive him not guilty".

The military situation in Yuncheng was urgent, and the army could not stay longer, and soon set out on the road again.

At the same time, in Daliang Palace thousands of miles away, Yu Wenheng was holding a letter paper with few numbers, his veins were protruding, and his face was turning blue. After reading all of them, he patted the thin letter paper on the imperial case, With a hoarse voice, he roared: "Trash! Everything is trash! Hidden charm!"

He yelled towards the empty palace, and soon a black figure descended from the sky, the mask covered most of his face, and under his cold eyes, he hid a handful of spring water.

(End of this chapter)