Genius Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Chapter 577

Drowsiness came quietly, and in a daze, I heard Yu Wenzheng ask: "Ling'er, if there is a next life, what do you want to do?"

Jian Yunling was taken aback, not understanding why he was suddenly interested in discussing such a profound life topic, and answered casually, "What are you doing? Let's make a tree."

Yu Wenzheng picked up a strand of her long hair and wrapped it around her fingertips, and asked with a smile, "Why?"

In fact, there is no special reason, but in a Korean drama I watched many years ago, the heroine was asked what she would do in her next life, and she answered the tree.

As for Jian Yunling, she has never understood it in this life, let alone thought about what will happen in her next life, so she can only use other people's lines.

Seeing that Jian Yunling hadn't spoken for a long time, Yu Wenzheng thought that there was a reason why she didn't want to be known to others, so he didn't force her, and sighed to himself: "If there is a next life, I want to be a human being."

Jian Yunling smiled when she heard this: "Aren't you a human now?"

Yu Wenzheng patted her on the back sadly, as if coaxing her to sleep: "I want to be an ordinary person."

The indifferent tone seemed to be joking, but Jian Yunling's heart froze.

The royal family, the most turbulent, darkest and filthiest hall in the world, the nobleness on the surface and the misunderstanding buried in the bone coexist.Since ancient times, which wealthy family's lintel has not been stained with blood?A lonely soul wanders in the dry well of a wealthy family.

Yu Wenzheng, he is also very tired, very tired.

Jian Yunling rubbed against his chest, pressing his heartbeat with her palm, as if wanting to heal the hard-to-heal wound.

Yu Wenzheng noticed her small movements and looked down at her with a smile.

The woman's figure is graceful, sinking in the flickering candlelight of a room, her eyes and brows are a bit sleepy because of fatigue, and her usually bright temperament is a little bit more smoky and lazy.

The thick long eyelashes that cast soft shadows reminded him of a cat, just as lazy, with a bit of mystery sneaking in the dark.

"Yu Wenzheng, after you become the emperor, you must be a wise monarch, don't be obsessed with women, don't be arbitrary, and put the people first, so..." As he spoke, the person in his chest lost his movement.

Jian Yunling was as deep as a dream, she didn't hear the answer from the person above her head, only when the heavy curtain fell in the darkness, she felt her forehead being brushed by the slightly moist midnight wind, the uncle wind lingered, mixed with lingering and gentle sighs .

He said this: "Without you, the throne of the country is just a shackle to me. What's the point of being a Mingjun?"

This sleep was extremely long and comfortable.

Jian Yunling had an extremely beautiful dream.

In the dream, she and Yu Wenzheng were running in the field holding hands, and the wind passing by their ears lifted their respective sleeves, and they were intertwined messily, forming a loose knot.

They hugged and jumped on the branches and leaves, the birds sang for them, and the fireflies danced for them.

In the distance is a vast sea of ​​flowers. The fragrance of flowers entangles them, making them hug each other tightly. It seems that they will never be separated because of such a fitting figure.

Then they looked at each other quietly, with the sky as the curtain and the forest as the background. They kissed intoxicatedly under the cold moonlight, feeling each other's tender love with great devotion, and sharing each other's breath.

At the end of this dream, Jian Yunling thought: just let this dream continue.Just let them stay in their dreams all the time, let all the good things turn into the environment, trap their bodies and minds, and never break free.

(End of this chapter)