My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 1

Southern Kingdom, February 35th, [-]th year of Qiyuan.

The weather was clear and cloudless, the coldness of the end of winter has not yet faded, and the warmth of early spring has spread.

It snowed all night, the foot of the imperial city was covered with snow, and the entire Southern Kingdom Emperor was shrouded in a silver halo. Looking from a distance, the frozen imperial city, covered in white, seemed like a fairyland.

It was just dawn, the rising sun climbed into the sky, and the warm sunshine poured down.On both sides of the road, on the eaves and roofs, the accumulated white snow has quietly melted, and there are scattered puddles all over the place, reflecting the ambiguous sunlight and refracting colorful soft light.

In the southwest corner of the imperial palace, in a secluded and secluded plum garden, the windward plum blossoms are in full bloom, and large expanses of silver and white are scattered on the branches.

A breeze blew up, messing up the girl's hair, plum blossom petals fluttered wantonly, disturbing Yi Ren's sight, and lifted a thin layer of thin white smoke.There are so many, it seems more and more unreal.

The plum petals fluttered, fell between the hair, and slipped down the fingertips, blocking the rows of black and white words.

Hua Rumo picked up the petals on the pages of the book, put them in the palm of her hand, and looked at its outline carefully. Her ink eyes, as clear and clean as black jewels, reflected the softness of the petals, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"All the fragrances shake down Du Xuanyan, occupying all the wind and wind towards the small embankment. Sparse shadows slant horizontally, the water is clear and shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the moon dusk. Frost birds steal their eyes first when they want to go down, and pink butterflies seem to know each other and break their souls. Fortunately, there is a little song to help each other You don't need to be good at sharing gold cups."

It should be hurt by touching the scene, watching the plum blossom petals falling in the garden, the mood seems to be free and easy, but in fact there is an indescribable turning back and forth.

It was not her intention to come to this strange world, and it was not her wish to be trapped within the red walls of the palace.Think back six years ago, in a season when plum petals were flying wildly, a lawsuit involving a conflict of interests brought her, the only witness, to the forefront. In the contest between justice and interests, someone must pay for it.And she changed from a witness to a victim. Just after she left the gate of the court, she had not gone far when a ray of laser light aimed at her chest. With the suppressed roar of the muffler, brilliant blood bloomed on her chest.In the midst of countless screams, she looked at the plum blossom petals flying all over the sky, fell to the ground, and closed her eyes quietly.

I vaguely remember the sound of the bullets piercing through the chest, the sound of skin and flesh being ripped open, it was shockingly suppressed, and the bloody pain was frightening.

Her clear eyes drooped, and an imperceptible sadness flashed across her calm eyes.

Alone in a different world as a stranger, I miss my relatives every festive season.

She didn't regret testifying for that poor family, nor did she regret what ended up in the end.It's just that she left her parents and her underage brother. It's really the most unfilial thing in the world to send a white-haired person to a black-haired one.

Thinking about it, my eyes were sore and dry.The slender hand slowly stretched out, the fingers were slender, as thin as cream, and gently rubbed the corners of the eyes, suppressing the tears that wanted to burst out.

When he raised his eyes again, his eyes were quiet, his black eyes were slightly swaying, full of ink, flowing like a flowing stream, clear and pure.

You look at the scenery in the courtyard, and I look at you outside the courtyard. The scenery in the courtyard adorns your dream, but you are my dream.

Outside the two-meter-high wall, stands a towering ancient tree with luxuriant branches and leaves. Behind the deep dark green evergreen leaves, a white shirt outlines a majestic and tall figure. A sapphire saber is tied around the waist, showing its The dignity and extraordinary status.

Xia Ziye had been standing on this tree for a long time, when he just jumped onto the branch, he was attracted by the elegant woman sitting in the plum garden reading.Looking at her hard-to-stretch dark eyebrows and the flash of sadness in her eyes, a soft part of the bottom of my heart was touched.I really want to go to her side, soothe her frowning brows, and drive away the disturbing sorrow.

Flowers are like ink, like ink, like ink... people are like their name, bloom like ice flowers, and be as cold as ink dyed.The woman he admired was really the most beautiful person in the world.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the plum garden, knocking down the silver-white flowers of a tree, and deep small footprints were printed on the thick snow, making a rattling sound, breaking the picturesque silence.

"Eh? Your Royal Highness, why did you come out with so little clothes?"

Hua Rumo followed the prestige, and saw a girl in a pink floral long dress stepping on the snow, white plum petals fluttering, falling all over her shoulders, a head of black long hair casually scattered, and a delicate little face showing her sweetness. The pink after moving has a soft and lovely light.

She quickly put down the basket in her hand, pulled out a black cloak from the innermost layer as if conjuring, walked towards Hua Rumo, opened her arms, the cloak curled in the air, and landed firmly on Hua Rumo's A faint fragrance filled his nostrils.

Feeling warm in my heart, the corners of her beautiful mouth curled into a soft curve. This girl's name is Jing Bai, and she is her personal servant girl.

"I'm not cold. It's you, why are you wearing such thin clothes in such a cold day?" Hua Rumo took off the cloak on her body, and raised her hands to put it on Jing Bai's body, her tone was soft with a little blame, like a spring breeze blowing on her face , poured into Jingbai's heart, gently and softly, ripples rippled circle after circle.

Jingbai froze for a moment, raised her eyes to look at the beautiful woman in front of her, the corners of her eyes were already moist at some point, she sucked a few times through her cold red nose, then lowered her eyes and whispered back. "Princess, Jingbai is not cold."

As soon as the words fell, the clear eyes turned, and the slender figure turned slightly to the side, and the sight was attracted by the foreign object slowly rising from the wall.

It was a kite with pure color and extremely simple decoration. On the pure white rice paper, there were four characters of "like ink, my love" flying like dragons and phoenixes.It slowly rises to the sky and slides towards the plum garden step by step. Its body is bound by a thin thread, one end is here, and the other end is tied between the lover's fingers.

"Princess, look at it, it's a kite." Jing Bai suddenly smiled, her lovely cheeks flushed.She pulled Huarumo's sleeves, pointed her jade fingers straight at the sky, her clear eyes were curved, and she smiled into a crescent shape.

(End of this chapter)