Genius Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Chapter 617 The Tragic Ending
Before Jian Yunge could answer, she turned her back, and a room full of dazzling warm light climbed onto her bright red phoenix skirt, outlining her noble and proud figure: "In this palace, time changes, everything happens in an instant. Do you think that after seeing so much court strife, I would care about higher status, or more wealth?"

In an instant, as if being knocked down from the top of the snow-capped mountain into the abyss, Jian Yunge stretched out a pair of blood-red hands, tried to reach her winding clothes, and made a final struggle with a trembling voice: "Please! Please!"

Before she could take two steps, she was grabbed by her messy hair. Jian Yunling forced her to look up at her, her words were sharp and sharp, and she was even more filled with the cold blade that pierced into her heart: "Please? My mother is seriously ill, Did I beg you when there was a lack of medical care? Did I beg you when you threatened me and asked me to marry you under a fake name? When those servants in the mansion beat and scolded me, and you just sat by and watched When I ignored you, did I ever beg you! Is your mouth worthy of asking?"

Jian Yunge's entire face was deformed from being pulled.

But the pain all over her body made her lose her voice, and she couldn't even utter a word of pain.

Jian Yunling laughed in a low voice, her faint voice was like the long tail of a poisonous scorpion, firmly bound Jian Yunge: "Jian Yunge, I will definitely save your life today, and I will never let you die so easily. I will torture you slowly , slowly watching you rot and stink in the palace confinement you have dreamed of, and then let you die in the most painful way, this is what you said 'a terrible death'!"

After finishing speaking, she slammed Jian Yunge's head on the ground, watching the blood flow down from her forehead, and dripped ferociously all over her face.

"Empress, I will trouble you for the rest." Picking up the sword on the ground, Jian Yunling kicked Jian Yunge who was lying on the ground like a dead body, and raised her lips treacherously and comfortably.

Feng Qiwu turned his head, his expression returned to normal, he bowed slightly, and said respectfully: "Princess, please rest assured, Xiwu will live up to the trust."

Hearing this, Jian Yunling sneered, brushed off the boots that Jian Yunge had touched, and strode out without stopping.

After her heroic figure melted into the night, Feng Qiwu waved her hand casually, and the two eunuchs immediately put Jian Yunge up.

Jian Yunge's lower body was already soaked in blood, and the hem of the finely woven skirt was dripping with blood, like snow water melting in a cave in early spring falling into a deep pool, and the eerie sound was terrifying.

"Find an abandoned palace where there is no one there, and lock her in. Unless she can't hold on anymore, no one else is allowed to visit and treat her. Three meals a day are provided according to the standard of the lowest rough servant girl in the palace. As long as she is not allowed to She's dead, you don't have to worry about other illnesses or pains."

The two eunuchs took orders neatly and dragged the half-dead Jian Yunge away.

The room suddenly fell silent.

Feng Qiwu took a deep breath, the smell of medicine, blood and aroma rushed into her nose, making her vomit slightly.

Large and small bloody footprints on the ground were intertwined and messy, and the original pattern of the light-colored wool carpet could no longer be seen.

The blood-stained curtain fell quietly, reflecting the undulating light and shadow.

Outside the house, the cries and begging for mercy of the palace servants still didn't stop, scratching people's eardrums hoarsely.

Feng Qiwu stood upright in the empty room, and suddenly burst into a blank, blank smile, and the whole palace, because of her smile, shone like the light of welcoming spring.

While Jian Yunling finally vented all the anger in the past, Yu Wenzheng had already led the army all the way to Chengtian Hall.

Under the cold white jade steps, countless torches illuminate the Daliang Palace in the night.

In the light of the fire, there is a tragic Shura field.

The blood-stained Wang Qi fell to the ground, and Yelu wet the ground.

Helmets and broken knives scattered everywhere, dead bodies lying silently lying in disorder, and occasionally the wailing of a steed...

Those detached heads, those eyes that are either open or closed, those faces of fear and despair, those bodies that are struggling in pain, are quietly presented in front of Yu Wenzheng like a sad painting in the vast pool of blood.

The fighting is still going on, almost all the forbidden troops have been cleared, and the remaining ones are just dying.

Yu Wenzheng's sword pointed to the ground, standing high in the wind and above the jade steps, the black armor was as shiny as new, without any blood stains.

The tall and wide palace gate opened heavily behind him, and a young eunuch ran out tremblingly, stood beside Yu Wenzheng, shrank his body and said, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty invites you to enter."

Yu Wenzheng sneered: "If he doesn't invite, will this king not be able to enter?"

The little eunuch was startled, almost kneeling on the knees, but fortunately Yu Wenzheng turned around and entered the hall without looking back, which made him heave a sigh of relief.

The solemn, solemn and luxurious palace in the past is now empty.The sound of swords fighting outside did not come in at all.

Gold casting, Kowloon flies around, and the dragon chair with dazzling jewels sits high on the top of the hall.

Yu Wenheng was wearing a golden dragon robe and a jade bead crown on his head. He was leaning over his desk and holding a pen, as if he was writing something.

"If the emperor wants to write an edict of abdication, I feel that now is the time!" Yu Wenzheng's clear voice resounded, and his feet were striding with wind, and he was standing in the middle of the hall.

Yu Wenheng's pen is a dragon and a snake, and he has no intention of stopping.

Yu Wenzheng waited quietly without rushing.

After a long time, Yu Wenheng finally put down the last stroke, put down his hair, and looked up, his narrow and cold eyes full of insidiousness could not distinguish the color in them.

"You are here." His tone was flat, but the cold light in his eyes was as sharp as an arrow, and he shot through the air.

Yu Wenzheng bowed lightly, and counted the last etiquette of being a minister and a brother: "Brother Huang summoned, do you ask for mercy or death?"

Yu Wenheng's complexion instantly became as cold as iron, and he clenched his teeth, but he still tried his best to maintain a calm and smooth tone, suppressed his emotions, and said with a smile: "It's all come to this point, I have already accepted my fate. Originally, the throne should belong to you Yes, I was dazzled by hatred and did something wrong that I can't turn back, so I am willing to sit in your Zen seat."

The subtle expression on his face could not escape Yu Wenzheng's eyes.

Yu Wenzheng smiled sarcastically, with a cold scoff in his heart.

Yu Wenheng has never been a person who accepts his fate easily, otherwise, he would not be able to get to where he is today step by step.

If you pretend to be soft, there must be a conspiracy.How come at this moment, he actually thought that his clumsy acting skills could be exchanged for his soft heart?

Thinking of this, Yu Wenzheng saw Yu Wenheng rolled up the half-dry imperial edict in front of him and placed it solemnly on the desk, but he didn't take it away, but smiled lightly, the eerie light in his eyes was fleeting, and quickly It was almost impossible to grasp: "However, I want you to fulfill your promise and give me the jade hook."

Sure enough, sure enough, he never let him down...

"Oh?" Yu Wenzheng raised his eyebrows with great interest: "Exchanging the throne for a jade hook, this business seems to be a bit of a loss for the emperor."

(End of this chapter)