Genius Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Chapter 612 Meticulous painstaking efforts

Jian Yunling stepped forward to help him up, patted him on the shoulder, and nodded gratefully to the general standing behind him.

In this way, the tense scene just now turned into a harmonious scene in an instant.

Yu Wenzheng smiled gratifiedly, and let the two generals retreat.

As soon as their two feet stepped out of the tent, the smile on Jian Yunling's face disappeared instantly, as if the friendly face just now was just a fake skin of an actor on the stage, now that the play is over, the fake skin should be taken off.

She rubbed the muscles on her face and sat back, crossed her legs, looked at the backs of the two generals who were obviously quite straight, and said with a sneer: "Why did you take them under your command? You are rigid and conceited, and you have a good face. You can only People who share wealth and cannot share weal and woe. If you fail, they will definitely be the first to rebel and surrender.”

Yu Wenzheng relaxed his correct posture, leaned lazily on the chair, and smiled leisurely: "The five commanders of the [-] patrol army have always had their own areas of control, and the soldiers under them only listen to their own commanders. The words of other commanders are useless at all. Moreover, the patrol army has always followed the principle of 'one prospers, one loses', so even if I know what kind of people they are, I have to recruit them. Besides, old horse Even knowing the way, people's experience can still play a pivotal role at critical moments."

Jian Yunling didn't know anything about these troops. After hearing what he said, she didn't have much opinion, so she drank the rest of the tea with a bowl in her hand.
The two didn't have any more words for a while.

The remaining half bowl of tea is enough to drink until the sun sets.At the end of winter, although the sky is not so early, but the night is about to fall, it is still a bit gloomy when viewed from a distance.

I don't know when the candles were lit in the tent, and Yu Wenzheng was writing something under the candles. He wrote very solemnly, but he hesitated to stop and write.

At the same time as he made the last stroke, he called Jian Yunling over, handed over the thin note covered with strong ink stains, and said, "Look, can this work?"

Jian Yunling looked down, and it turned out that it was a letter to Feige, General Si.

From this letter, we can see Yu Wenzheng's respect for General Si.

He used to use very strong cursive script, but he used block letters on it, and the strokes were full of strength. Those who didn't know it thought it was a scripture to be presented to the Buddha to pray for blessings.

He wrote so earnestly, of course Jian Yunling couldn't be hasty, and read every word carefully.

In fact, it was nothing special, but I made the entrustment clear, and finally asked him to take good care of my body.

After reading it, I handed it back to him, nodded, and said "no problem", then I didn't intend to disturb him any more, and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step, Yu Wenzheng's indistinguishable emotional voice suddenly came from behind him: "You today...why didn't you tell them that Yu Wenheng was not from the mother concubine?"

Jian Yunling lowered her eyes and smiled calmly: "If you tell them about Yuwenheng's life experience, it will definitely involve the wrong things that the late emperor did back then. In Yuwenheng's heart, the late emperor may be a tyrant, the murderer who ruined his family, but as the emperor , virtuous and holy, respected by the entire Daliang people, as your father, I cherish you like life, teach you earnestly, I can't ruin the kind father in your heart because of the hatred of one person, and I will always miss you in the hearts of the people of the world Therefore, it is enough for those of us in the game to know about those past events."

Jian Yunling turned her back to Yu Wenzheng, and there was a long silence behind her.

After a long time, he heard him say in a hoarse voice, "Thank you."

Jian Yunling turned around casually, her delicate eyebrows blooming like flowers: "No, you have the time to thank me, so you should think about how to deal with the forbidden army in the palace."

After finishing speaking, walk away lightly.

Yu Wenzheng stared blankly at the corners of her red skirt fluttering in the wind, and the pure white cloak was like a graceful snow butterfly, waving its wings and landing on his heart.

A heavy rain, although it was cold for a few days, it also drove away the last precipice of the cold winter.

Everything in the world turns into spring when it rains, the ice on the lake gradually fades, the green seedlings on the willows gradually sprout, and the fish wag their tails, trying to get out of the water, reaching for the branches to give a little bit of spring.

What should come, is finally coming.

General Si's reply letter arrived three days later. He contacted his old department in the palace, inquired about all the details of the distribution of the imperial guards in the palace, and wrote down everything in detail. The pigeon was sent to Yu Wenzheng.

After a whole day of discussion, everyone decided to send troops to force the palace on New Year's Eve.

On New Year's Eve, it was supposed to be a day for the reunion of thousands of families, but they wanted to fight against each other and stain the palace with blood.

I remember that on New Year's Eve a long time ago, Jian Cheng stabbed Yu Wenzheng hard on behalf of civil and military officials and their families.

But this New Year's Eve, he was about to die at the hands of Yu Wenzheng.

It's true that mountains and rivers take turns, but look at God's teasing.

The night before the troops were dispatched, the torches in the entire barracks lit up half of the sky, and the candles in the main tent were flickering. Yu Wenzheng sat cross-legged by the fire, his posture unmistakably elegant, but he held an iron fork in his hand, turning and roasting a Big fish with meaty fat girls.

Ever since Jian Yunling had a taste of his skills that day, she always clamored for him to do it again for herself.Yu Wenzheng responded patiently, as long as she wanted to taste it, he immediately sent someone to catch fish and bake it for her.

In fact, Jian Yunling knew very well that he wanted the taste he made to remain in her heart forever, after all, he did not know when he would taste the same taste again.

But she never exposed him, nor did she deliberately create some sadness before parting. She always quarreled with him from time to time, causing him to lose his temper and let her do whatever she wanted.

Today, it is still the case.

Yu Wenzheng grabbed a bamboo basket full of lively fresh fish, cleaned them up, forked them with an iron fork, and piled them in the wooden basin at hand, waiting for the fire to be grilled.

Jian Yunling chewed a thin weed that she pulled out from nowhere, and rested her chin to carefully study the whole process of fish cooking.

Seeing that she was getting closer and closer to the fire, a strand of hair had been licked twice by the fire and was about to be ignited soon, Yu Wenzheng flicked her forehead, only made her jump up, clutched her head, and spit out With the grass roots chewed in his mouth, he yelled, "It hurts!"

Yu Wenzheng didn't change his expression, and without looking at her, he turned over the fish in his hand and continued to roast: "It hurts even more if the hair is gone."

Only then did Jian Yunling realize that the long hair hanging on her chest was slightly burnt. She curled her lips, sat down unwillingly, and muttered: "What is the long mouth for? I like to use hands."

The voice was not too loud, and it entered Yu Wenzheng's ears in a way that he didn't want him to hear, but "accidentally" let him hear it.

He smiled without realizing it, his right ear went in and his left ear went out, as if he was deaf.

Jian Yunling waited anxiously for a while before a grilled fish with a strong aroma was delivered to her.

(End of this chapter)