Genius Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Chapter 299 Strong sense of unease
Jian Yunling restrained her face, her eyes bathed in the twilight were shining brilliantly, and the light was frightening, and she said simply and neatly: "Yes, there is an attempt, but it is just a childish trick to comfort his own poor It’s all about inferiority complex, the prince doesn’t need to care about it.”

Yu Wenzheng always had a small hammer in his heart, beating him up and down, making him inexplicably uneasy: "Really?"

Jian Yunling leaned slightly, with a noble and elegant posture, like a swan stretching its neck, and Yu Wenzheng, who was bewildered by his beautiful figure, lost his mind for a moment.

"Of course, he just wants to win over the prince, and as a concubine, I don't bother to participate in such a meaningless competition."

Yu Wenzheng slanted his lips, as if he was comforting himself, or reminding Jian Yunling: "That's good, if you don't know him, it's better to stay away from him, so as not to cause trouble in vain."

Jian Yunling was noncommittal, and sighed intentionally: "People's hearts are like the sea, the most elusive. We should keep a respectful distance from those who don't understand. Just misjudged him."

Yu Wenzheng was slightly stunned, and turned his head to see her expression when she said this, but was blocked by a halo, and only one side of the narrow and long eye could be seen, the restlessness in his heart increased, and he said tentatively, "You are Do you mean something?"

Jian Yunling turned her head and smiled knowingly, she was as bright as a summer flower, flamboyant and eye-catching, without any violation: "No, I don't mean anything. It's just that I had a strange dream yesterday, and I have some emotions."

After speaking, walk away slowly.

Yu Wenzheng looked thoughtfully at the door that concealed her figure.

The summer wind is hot and dry, and there is a woman's undissipated fragrance in the wind. The fragrance seems to be there, and you can't smell it if you don't smell it carefully.

The smell of alcohol in the room has been wiped away, leaving only the embarrassing sluggishness.

For some reason, Yu Wenzheng always had a bad premonition in his heart, and it was so strong that his hands even trembled slightly. He tried to restrain himself, but it was all in vain.

It turns out.People's premonitions are sometimes terrifyingly accurate.

That night, as the night fell, the faint stars and the pale moon, the high beams of the bustling restaurants in the city shone over, casting the shadow of the magnificent King Han's Mansion on the ground long and long.

Jian Yunling was wearing the lightest riding attire, with a brocade bundle on her shoulders, a horsewhip buckled around her waist, and her hair was simply tied up with a wooden hairpin. From a distance, she looked like an ordinary Jianghu woman.

She avoided all the servants, entered the mansion stable from a remote corner, took advantage of the convenience of the horse boy to go, untied the best horse with the best footsteps, and quietly walked out the back door, flew on the horse, and galloped towards the away from the city.

In this way, she escaped from Prince Han's Mansion and the capital city, planning to find a clean paradise and live an ordinary life that really belonged to her.

This time, she understood.

There is still not enough calm between them.Maybe they won't be able to treat each other with sincerity in their whole life. In that case, she doesn't want it.

She doesn't want any of these positions of power, wealth and splendor.After all, it was her futile fantasy to grow old together, so she didn't want that person anymore.

She only wants her freedom, she just wants to get rid of those intrigues and tricks, and run freely in the vast world.

Before leaving, Jian Yunling left the jade hook as the last thing she did for him.

The horse crossed the high red brick wall and plunged into the vast night. A mournful word suddenly appeared in Jian Yunling's mind: Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, never forgetting, even if you don't know each other when you meet, your face is covered with dust, and your temples are like frost.

(End of this chapter)