Genius Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Chapter 517

Strictly speaking, Jian Yunling herself was much older than him, but after Naihe traveled over, she directly got the delicate body of a young girl.

Although she got married and became a woman later, she added a little mature charm, but in terms of age, she still didn't have the upper hand, so she also remained polite and returned the gift.

The little general arranged an elegant and comfortable room for them. The window faced the sun, and the dim light shone in warmly, adding a bit of warmth.

During these days, Jian Yunling and Yu Wenzheng have been sleeping separately.

But no one else knew about the things between them except Xiao Bai, in order not to cause more accidents at such an important juncture, they still reluctantly stayed.

In the evening, the little general prepared a sumptuous banquet, and everyone gathered around to toast and promote, which was very lively.

It must have been a long time since I had dinner with so many people, the little general was a little excited, and drank one cup after another, and even chatted with Jian Yunling when he was full of wine.

Yang Yong and the little general are both members of the army. After meeting today, they became quite speculative and quickly became acquainted.At this moment, seeing that he was drunk, no big or small, he wanted to pull him, but Jian Yunling raised his hand to stop him.

The little general told her a lot of things, including how difficult he was when he was a child, how he admired Yu Wenzheng, and how he worked hard after joining the army.

Jian Yunling listened carefully to what he said emotionally, and the two drank a few more glasses. When they returned to the room, Jian Yunling's footsteps were already a little unsteady.

Yu Wenzheng went back to his room a long time ago, had already bathed and changed his clothes, and started reading a military book by the table.

Seeing Jian Yunling coming back drunk, he frowned, put down his book and greeted him.

But Jian Yunling rubbed her temples, bypassed him, and slumped straight onto the bed, spreading her body in a big character shape.

Yu Wenzheng showed a faint look of loneliness, but finally walked to the bed, carefully took off her shoes and coat, wiped her face and arms with a wet veil, and then covered her with a quilt, allowing her to sleep soundly.

The candlelight was faint, like a ball of soft cotton, illuminating Jian Yunling's outline softer than ever before.

Yu Wenzheng sat beside her in a daze, watching her sleeping face.

These days, they rarely talk to each other, and the few words they talk about are about military affairs.

It's not that she didn't have anything to say, but that she wanted to say too much but didn't know where to start, and was afraid that she wouldn't want to hear these words at all, so she simply buried them in her heart and hid them like a secret.

After entering the city gate of Xuzhou today, he clearly found a sad expression on her face.

The battle is over halfway, their agreement, or according to her, the deal, their deal will soon be fulfilled.

He also thought about not caring about what a gentleman said, a thousand dollars and a promise, and simply being a treacherous villain, which is also very good.

She said that she didn't want to hate him, but for him, even if she hated him forever, as long as he could keep her by his side, he would be willing.

But he couldn't bear to make her sad.

Hands caressed the beautiful jade-like skin, which was as cool as ice.Thick eyelashes swept across his fingertips, itching, and drilled into his heart.

Someone outside played the Tao Xun.

It is a very common musical instrument in the army, and almost all those who have served in the army will play a ditty.

Yu Wenzheng has listened to this song countless times. It is a melodious and poignant Qingping tune. I don’t know who wrote the lyrics. It has been circulated in the army for a long time.

"The lingering wind and cold rain, the stars and silver without the moon. The bones are deserted, and the corpses are wild. The long river flows into the sky, and the afterglow is stained with blood. Whoever plays the soul song will send me home."

(End of this chapter)