Chapter 89 Love is broken

Just as Yuwen Zhentao left with tears in his eyes, Yu Ling, who was gray-faced in the compartment behind the curtain of the imperial study room, was sealed by a cloth strip, and sat down to the ground weakly. Two maids were holding black trays, with a green jade porcelain pot and a jade porcelain cup filled with transparent liquid on it.

Yuwen Qinglan lifted the curtain and walked quickly to Yuling, took off the cloth strip from her mouth, and smiled coldly: How about it? Are you giving up now? I have told you a long time ago, don’t believe in a man’s oath. Between taking charge of the world and getting a woman, who do you think will give up the tiger talisman and choose you?

It turned out that before Yuwen Zhentao came, Yuwen Qinglan made a bet with Yuling. Seeing which Yuwen Zhentao would choose between the tiger talisman and her, Yuwen Qinglan won again. Yuling did not expect Yuwen Qinglan to let her go easily, but Yuwen Zhentao's final choice undoubtedly made her very sad.

Yu Ling glared at Yuwen Qinglan fiercely, turned her head angrily and refused to look at him, but her heart was filled with resentment and disappointment.

When Yuwen Qinglan saw that Yu Ling was still stubborn, she was angry and couldn't help but say even more stingy words to hurt her: First, Yuan Shao gave up you and married the daughter of Wang for the sake of the throne, and then Yuwen Zhentao gave up you and chose the tiger talisman to let me say what to do? You are not young anymore, you have been deceived by a man so many times, why are you still so naive? Hum?

Yuwen Qinglan's words pierced into her heart like a sharp blade without mercy. Yu Ling was in pain and suddenly jumped up suddenly, snatched the jade porcelain cup containing poisonous wine from the maid's hand and was about to pour it into her mouth.

The maid screamed in shock, but Yuwen Qinglan moved faster, and quickly reached out and grabbed her wrist with quick eyes and hands. The jade porcelain cup was knocked to the ground with a clang, and the poisonous liquid sprinkled on the velvet blanket, and instantly charred.

Do you want to die? Yuwen Qinglan held Yu Ling firmly in her arms and asked coldly

Yu Ling's pretty face was as pale as paper, and the originally bright almond eyes were covered with a layer of despair. She looked at Yuwen Qinglan with her eyes blankly, and a bitter smile that was even worse than crying came out: Yuwen Qinglan, you won again, as you said, I am ridiculously naive, and you have no choice, so I have never been your opponent. I admit defeat. Please show your compassion and let me die, let me... reunite with my dead relatives...

On weekdays, Yu Ling either angrily angry at him, or retaliates against him with all kinds of childish behaviors, or is bullied by him in bed and crying bitterly. Although she has never given him a good face, she is at least full of vitality and brightness. However, at this moment, she looks like a walking corpse, with dark pupils scattered without focal length, and her pale little face is cold and desperate, as if she has completely lost the hope of living.

Somehow, Yu Wen Qinglan felt a stinging pain in his heart. He was a little upset and hugged her tightly, and said domineeringly: You can’t help! You are my concubine, and you can only die if I want you to die; if I don’t let you die, you must live!

Yu Ling let him hug him, closed his eyes and stopped talking, but two strings of crystal tears quietly slid from the corners of his eyes.

Yuwen Qinglan hated her most about her appearance of indifference. He has been a pride of heaven whom thousands of people have been pursuing all-powerful people since he was a child. When he grew up, he was the supreme emperor of Jiuwu. No one dared to treat this woman like this, but he repeatedly opposed him and challenged his limits. He endured all this with magnanimity. However, she was not only ignorant, but she became even more aggressive. She left the palace to visit the prison late at night, seduced her brothers, and instigated him to privately commit suicide.

When he heard Yuwen Zhentao asks him to marry Yu Ling, for a moment, Yuwen Qinglan really wanted to kill her. Such a restless woman staying in the harem was a disaster after all. However, when Yuwen Zhentao chose the tiger talisman, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved. Not only did Yuwen Zhentao not ignore the righteousness of the country because of his children's love, but also for the fact that she could survive, deep in his heart, did he not want to bear to die?

Yuwen Qinglan, who had always been rational and clear, was a little confused and was even more irritable. She seemed to relieve the emotions that had nowhere to vent her heart, lowered her head and held her cherry lips hard.

This was his first time kissing her. Her lips were cold and soft, but tightly closed, as if resisting his invasion. The man frowned in dissatisfaction, moved his big hand to the back of her head, grabbed her long hair tightly, forcing her to raise her head to meet her kiss. Her domineering tongue pried open her delicate lips, penetrated deeply into her slippery mouth, and absorbed the fragrance without hesitation

Yu Ling closed her eyes numbly, without refusal or resistance, letting him play with it like a puppet

Yuwen Qinglan kissed her for a while and found that it was like kissing a cold corpse. She could not get any response. She could only let her go in disappointment and coldly ordered her maid: Send Concubine Zhen back to Qinghui Palace

When Yu Ling was sent back to Qinghui Hall, her pale face scared Baozhu to death, but she didn't dare to ask too much, so she had to wait for her to change her coat and let her rest in bed.

The room with charcoal fire is as warm as spring. Yu Ling was wrapped in a thick quilt but was still trembling, and kept calling Leng, but it was cold at this time. Yu Ling was just a little concubine with a low status and unpopularity. Even if she went out to call the imperial physician, she might not be willing to come. Baozhu had no idea and ran to the imperial kitchen to ask for some pear blossoms, hoping to use strong wine to help Yu Ling drive away the cold.

After a few sips of strong wine, Yu Ling's body really warmed up, but when the wine got sorrowful, the familiar white pear blossoms evoked Yu Ling's memories of Yu Wen Zhentao. From Luoyang to Longcheng, we met again and again at the celebration banquet. Several love entanglements under the moon, and the oaths made during the deep and lingering love could not match the small tiger talisman. Maybe Yu Wen Qinglan was right. She was too overestimated. How can the man make a vow on the pillow and the promise on the bed be accurate? Which man can be unmoved to face power? From Yuan Shao to Yu Wen Zhentao, it is just her wishful thinking and self-indulgent!

She was heartfelt and unreserved to the person she loved, but in the end she was infatuated and misunderstood, which was in exchange for betrayal again and again. She never had any excessive luxury for love, but just wanted ordinary happiness for a pair of people for a lifetime. Why was it so difficult?

Passionate is always annoyed by ruthlessness... Haha... Yu Ling drank a big gulp, laughed wildly, and cried sadly, as if she was crazy

Seeing that she was drinking more and more, Baozhu kept talking crazy and was worried, regretting that she had found her wine, but Yu Ling held the wine pot tightly and refused to let go, and she couldn't grab it, until she drank the whole pot of wine.

When Yuwen Qinglan stepped into Qinghui Hall, she happened to see Yu Ling singing at the wine crying and laughing, dancing on the floor with her naked jade feet.