Genius Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Chapter 619

Night, passing slowly in the shadow of swords and swords.

Under the slight dew of the frost, the luxurious golden roof of Chengtian Palace stood in the center of the palace city, and the sounds of fighting gradually stopped between the palace walls that spread out layer by layer.

The breath of fresh blood came with the wind, it was sweet and bitter, making one's heart chill.

On both sides of the imperial case, Yu Wenzheng and Yu Wenheng stood and sat.

The red candle in the hall has burned to the end, leaving a few sparks, still struggling unwillingly.

A cold light glowed from the black armor, illuminating Yu Wenheng's pale complexion.

Yu Wenzheng glanced condescendingly at his bright yellow dragon robe, as if he had made the final cruelty, and said without emotion: "Yu Wenheng, from now on, you and I are no longer brothers, and you are not worthy of being crowned my Yuwen family." The imperial edict? I don’t need it. Do you think I’m afraid of the pens in the hands of the historian? Whether it’s a long-lasting fragrance or a long-lasting stigma, how can I say it after this forced palace? Tang Taizong’s life was full of virtuous and virtuous virtues , created the rule of Zhenguan, didn’t you also launch the Xuanwu Incident, and killed your brothers with your own hands?”

Hearing the word "killing", Yu Wenheng trembled, raised his head from the sluggishness, and bit Yu Wenzheng with ruthless eyes.

Yu Wenzheng didn't hide or evade, and looked straight at him, his dark eyes were completely cold, colder than the biting river under the ice and snow.

"Why, are you scared now?" Yu Wenzheng curled his lips sarcastically, but couldn't see a smile: "It's late, you must die today, as I said, I want you to pay for your mother and concubine!" As he said, The long sword was unsheathed and rested on his neck.

Yu Wenheng didn't even look at the sharp blade around his neck. He grinned, showing his white teeth densely, and described it like a ghost with grievances.

"Afraid?" He tore off the beaded crown on his head, stood up staggeringly with his limbs weak, and laughed like a madman: "It's you who should be afraid! If you don't hand over your hand today Yugou, don’t even think about getting out of this hall alive!”

As soon as the words fell, a ghostly black figure descended from the sky and landed behind Yu Wenzheng.

Yu Wenheng looked at the black shadow, with uncontrollable ecstasy in his eyes, every word seemed to be ground between his teeth before uttering: "Yinmei, kill him for me!"

Hearing the sound, the black shadow moved, its figure was like the wind, and it swept past, leaving only a few wisps of nothingness.

A dagger jumped out of his sleeve as he rushed, and fell into his hand. The sharp wind of the knife extinguished the last bunch of weak candles, and the hall fell into darkness instantly.

"puff--"

The sound of the white blade piercing into flesh and blood resounded startlingly. In the empty hall, there was no other sound except for a person's painful muffled groans and labored gasps.

Suddenly, three strands of silver light as thin as hairs flashed in the darkness. They slid in the gust of wind. Wherever they passed, the candles were lit again. Soon, the grand hall returned to its former grandeur.

The ethereal sound of water droplets hitting the white jade floor is like the bells in a high mountain Buddhist temple, and the faint bloody smell permeates, like a feather, passing by.

Yu Wenheng clutched his chest, his face distorted, showing pain.

In front of him, a decisive silver dagger sank into the heart, and the hands holding the handle were slender, thin, and well-knitted, and a corner of the black sleeve tightly wrapped the wrists connecting those big hands.

It's Hidden Charm!
Yinmei sent the knife into Yu Wenheng's body!
Yu Wenheng couldn't believe it, he pointed at him with wide eyes, opened his mouth, and blood gushed out, blocking his next words.

The eyes under the mask looked at Yu Wenheng coldly, without sympathy or guilt, only indifference.

A blood hole was pierced in the luxurious dragon robe by a dagger, and the blood stains slowly faded away, like a blooming manjusawa blooming on Yu Wenheng's chest, dyeing the mighty dragon head so that it couldn't see its original appearance.

The dagger was pulled out, blood spattered, Yu Wenheng fell back on the dragon chair softly, with unwillingness and resentment spurting out like fire in his eyes, wishing to burn the two people in front of him to ashes.

Yinmei threw down the blood-stained dagger, knelt down on one knee, and fell at Yu Wenzheng's feet, with a low voice that couldn't discern her emotions, she said flatly, "I want to report to the lord, it's fortunate that Yinmei didn't disgrace her life."

Yu Wenzheng nodded and smiled slightly: "Very good." He turned around the case, walked to Yu Wenheng's side, looked at him with the eyes of a dying fish waiting to be slaughtered, raised his eyebrows and asked, "How is it? Is it okay to feel the feeling of betraying relatives?"

Yu Wenheng's chest rose and fell, and with every breath he took, more blood gushed out.

But he didn't care about it at all, waving a pair of blood-stained hands, he climbed off the dragon chair and crawled towards Yu Wenzheng.

Yu Wenzheng stood two steps away, looking at the messy and miserable bloodstains on the ground, he suddenly smiled softly: "Yu Wenheng, I think you are very pitiful, how much sincerity have you possessed in your whole life?"

After saying this, he paused for a moment to observe Yu Wenheng's expression.

But Yu Wenheng just crawled forward blindly, his eyes were full of resentment, and that hatred dominated his brain, making him unable to listen to anything.

He has only one thought at the moment: even if he is going to die, he must be buried with Yu Wenzheng!
Yu Wenzheng shook his head, wanting to laugh, but what came out was just a meaningless arc.

Seeing that Yu Wenheng had already crawled to his feet, his blood-stained hands reached forward desperately, almost touching his boots.

Yu Wenzheng took a step back calmly, opened a distance, and said coldly: "Aren't you surprised why our attack went so smoothly tonight? I might as well tell you that it is really thanks to two people One person is my uncle. Just when you thought you had firmly controlled him and were about to use him as the last bargaining chip to negotiate with me, he had already found the deployment map of the Imperial Army under your nose and passed it on secretly. out. There's one more person..."

Yu Wenzheng specially sold it for a while, but found that Yu Wenheng buried his head and continued to crawl forward. He didn't listen to him at all, and suddenly lost interest, saying: "There is another person, and that is your queen, Feng Qiwu."

These words were like a pot of ice water that had just melted, pouring mercilessly on Yu Wenheng's broken body.

He stopped moving forward, raised his head, and his obscure and gloomy eyes were as frightened and angry as the sea, setting off huge waves.

Yu Wenzheng was very happy to finally see the reaction he was looking forward to, and he narrowed his eyes with a smile: "Why, don't you believe it? But it's true, and it's not that we found her and won her over. It's that she took the initiative to ask her We surrendered in exchange for her own life, and one other important thing."

The wound on Yu Wenheng's chest was still bleeding, and his handsome face with distinct features had completely lost its vitality due to massive blood loss, becoming like a dead leaf buried in the soil for a whole winter, eroded and rotted.

Yu Wenzheng went around to the side, stepped on his back, and sneered coldly: "Did you feel it? This is the despair of my mother and concubine before she died. Do you feel it? She was betrayed by the dearest and most trusted child , I want you to be betrayed by everyone, I want your death to be a thousand times more miserable than hers!" As she spoke, she stepped harder and stepped harder.

(End of this chapter)