Genius Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Chapter 600
On a cold winter night, there was a flash of lightning in the sky like a snake, and then there was a bang, and a thunderbolt struck down with astonishing momentum. escape.

Between those black and cyan clouds, there are cold raindrops, crackling down.

The raindrops are as big as beads, forming a continuous flag, and then pouring down in an instant.Layers of mist splashed up from the rain curtain, and a white carriage slowly approached through the darkness. A cold light fell from the thick clouds, instantly turning it pale.

Jian Yunling and Yuwen Zhengan were in the car, and Fu Dongyun was still driving.

The sound of rain outside was messy, and the surroundings were deathly silent.

The deserted door of Yunlou opened quietly, as if embracing the deep unknown behind the door.

Yu Wenheng was sitting by the window, looking down at the two figures stepping down from the carriage with umbrellas, his gleaming and sinister eyes shrank suddenly.

Seemingly aware of the staring gaze on her back, Jian Yunling raised her head from under the umbrella, just in time to meet the gaze from the window, and her footsteps stopped leisurely.

In the humid air, they looked at each other like lightning and flint, neither giving way.

Suddenly, a smile of peerless elegance bloomed gently, as gorgeous as a hundred flowers blooming, as warm as spring returning to the earth, as bright as the warm sun blowing catkins.But the pair of clear pupils filled with watery light shot out a cold and indifferent light.

The contempt, sarcasm, disdain, and disgust in it pierced Yu Wenheng's heart like decisive knives, and hatred gushed out along the knife edge, stirring his internal organs to ignite a skyrocketing rage.

Through the lingering winter rain, Jian Yunling could still clearly see Yu Wenheng's emotional changes, calmly withdrew her gaze, and followed Yu Wenzheng into the door.

The stage in the center of Yunlou stands desolately. The upstairs and downstairs tearooms are pitch-black, empty, and the veils hanging down the floor hang their heads. All the furnishings are fairly orderly, but most of them have been covered with cobwebs. wrapped in dust.

Climbing up the stairs on the left, the rotten wood screamed under the weight. At the end of the stairs, there was a faint light swaying, bulging like a tulle, but revealing a little gloomy.

With Yu Wenzheng at the front and Fu Dongyun at the back, the three stopped at the top of the stairs, facing Yu Wenheng far away.

He was sitting at the place where he sat when he saw Mr. Yun last time. He was dressed in a bright yellow robe, and the hair tied up in a golden crown was not messed up at all, but the glare that flew from the narrow and long eyes was full of viciousness and resentment.

As if Yu Wenzheng didn't realize it, he walked in front of him calmly with his arms folded, smiling like the wind, Jian Yunling stood side by side with him, the two were in harmony, bowed at the same time, even the curve of their lips was the same shallow.

"Meet the Emperor"

"Meet the Emperor"

Now, even a serious etiquette, they are not willing to take advantage of him anymore.

Yu Wenheng's face darkened again, and he unconsciously squeezed the teacup tightly, and his gloomy voice seemed to be broken at any moment: "Sit."

They lowered their heads and untied their rain-stained cloaks. Fu Dongyun naturally took them over and waited behind them.

"I don't know why the emperor called you?" Yu Wenzheng leaned back leisurely, with his hands on Jian Yunling's back.

Yu Wenheng didn't talk too much nonsense, and directly stretched out his hand: "Where's the jade hook?"

Yu Wenzheng lowered his head and smiled interestingly: "The emperor's throne is not guaranteed, and the emperor still has time to care about the whereabouts of Yugou. You really opened my eyes as always."

"Stop talking nonsense, you promised that as long as I hand over the patrol army in the suburbs of Beijing to you, you will take back the jade hook and give it back to me. Now is the time for you to fulfill your promise." Yu Wenheng was obviously a little impatient, and said time is urgent
"Ah, promise, promise." Yu Wenzheng was stunned, as if he just remembered such a thing, pondered for a while, rubbed his chin with his fingertips, and said, "Why can't I remember?"

Yu Wenheng gritted his teeth and threatened: "Yu Wenzheng, don't play tricks with me, don't forget, hundreds of people in your Han Palace are still in my hands, if you don't want them to die without a whole body, just obediently take Yu Hand it over."

"Ah, by the way, Brother Huang still has hostages." Yu Wenzheng slapped his head, showing a embarrassed expression.

Seeing this, Yu Wenheng smiled coldly, but he was proud for only a moment, and then he heard Yu Wenzhengyun say lightly: "But what should I do, Brother Huang's wishful thinking should not be able to fight. Now they have already left the prison , was taken back to the army by my people."

"Impossible!" Yu Wenheng yelled at the table, the teacup was knocked over by him, and the tea wetted his sleeves: "Gaochang! Gaochang!"

The eunuch called Gao Chang ran over in small steps, bowed and stopped outside the tea room.

"Go to the prison and show me to see if those people from Prince Han's Mansion are still there, hurry up!" He waved his sleeves and ordered sharply.

Gao Chang responded "Zunzhi" and ran away hastily.

Now no one is talking, Yu Wenheng has a tense expression on his face, Jian Yunling and Yu Wenzheng are sipping tea comfortably, leaning close to each other from time to time, whispering a few words, and after speaking, they all smile, and the honey color flows between the eyes .

Yu Wenheng lingered on Jian Yunling's smile for a long time.

It was a completely different kind of laugh than just now.

This smile is kind and true, like a pair of gentle hands knocking on the heart, and like willows blowing by the edge of a clear spring.

Why does this cripple, why can she show such a beautiful smile?

"Yu Wenzheng." Yu Wenheng's eyes darkened, and he called Yu Wenzheng

I don't know if he really didn't hear it, or if he ignored it on purpose, but Yu Wenzheng didn't answer the first call.

Yu Wenheng's voice was even colder, and he called a second time: "Yu Wenzheng!"

This time the tone was more serious, even a little deafening, Yu Wenzheng finally responded: "What advice, Brother Huang?"

Yu Wenheng's gaze was like a poisonous snake, wrapped around his harmless smile, and sneered coldly: "Advice? I don't dare. In terms of scheming, I should ask you for advice. For so many years, you have pretended to be disabled to reduce my criticism. Your fear, just this deep forbearance, no one in the world can compare to you."

The sarcasm in this remark was so obvious that Yu Wenzheng didn't even bother to refute him, he just smiled as usual.

But Yu Wenheng didn't intend to stop there, he forced a smile, but there was no smile in those eyes full of vicious tricks, and his voice was deep and cold, like a blade that was about to be unsheathed: "However, I am very curious, After you became disabled, you once offered to dissolve the engagement with the Jian family, but it was temporarily shelved due to the opposition of the former court ministers and the late emperor's will. Then, you changed your mind and sent you to the Jian family, requesting to be hired as soon as possible. Are you married?"

Jian Yunling didn't pay much attention to their conversation at first, but after hearing what he said, the teacup on her lips stopped, and her eyes full of doubts lightly looked over from behind the cup.

Yu Wenzheng was still smiling, but that smile was instantly tainted with a bit of chill.

(End of this chapter)