My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 105

Qingfeng thought of the scene when he first met Jingbai for no reason. Among the few dowry maids, Jingbai's appearance can only be regarded as average, and he seemed to be unable to adapt to the fatigue of the boat. Very delicate.

Unexpectedly, such a weak woman would boldly kneel down with a plop in front of several of their pale-faced guards, regardless of whether the raised stones on the uneven ground would cut her knees.

The woman looks weak, but she is actually very strong inside, which is somewhat similar to her master.

The eyes could not help softening, the door opened, and the cold wind from outside suddenly poured in, blowing the curtains in front of the hall, Jing Bai suddenly woke up, his body trembled slightly, his misty eyes raised, and he looked into a pair of deep eyes. .

"You're tired, let's go back, you don't need to kneel here." Qingfeng's heart felt warm, but he looked away awkwardly.

"I, I... I'm not tired..." Jingbai shivered, his teeth chattered due to the cold wind, but he blushed and lied.

"You..." Qingfeng was about to say something, but he heard small voices coming from outside, unlike Jingbai who didn't know martial arts, his ears just happened to be able to hear clearly.

"Wangfei, the prince has ordered that the important place of the Buddhist hall, and idlers, etc., are not allowed to enter."

"I'm not an idler."

"It is not allowed to enter even if you are not an idler, please don't embarrass your subordinates."

Qingfeng sighed, screaming in his heart that it was not good, Ying Yihan has a problem, when he is angry, no one can intercede, the more he pleads, the heavier the punishment, this kind of skin trauma is nothing to him, it just hurts the people around him like her A stubborn girl like her master.

Prince Han Mansion, in the study.

Ying Yihan was wearing a black brocade gown with gold embroidered wide sleeves and a black jade belt around his waist. He was sitting on a wheelchair, leaning over the desk, reading a book carefully.

The morning sun outside the window was falling, and through the thin window paper, it hit the delicate and perfect half of the face. The light and dark light and shadow showed a cold and quiet, and the cool wind blew the curtains and danced.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed darkly, and his deep eyes were mixed with incomprehensible complex emotions, and he looked out the window.

After a while, there was the sound of saluting at the door, and the sound of embarrassing people.

"Princess, the lord doesn't have the habit of meeting guests in the study, so please go back first..."

"But I'm not a guest."

The woman's voice sounded clear, and Ying Yihan could even imagine that her expression must be very cold at this time, her eyes as clear as glass filled with hatred, but she resisted not wanting to express it When it came out, it looked like plum blossoms blooming in the wind, very delicate and beautiful.

Thinking of this, Ying Yihan was taken aback, and the fingers holding the scroll tightened suddenly, the fingertips seemed to still have the touch of the woman's delicate and smooth skin, and the scroll creaked in his palm.

After all, Hua Rumo came in, and the accompanying red and green clothes saw Ying Yihan's expressions condensed, and quickly knelt down to salute, "My lord, forgive me, my servants are not good enough to serve the princess..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ying Yihan, narrowing his cold eyes slightly, his dark eyes fell on the two of them, the coldness pierced his bones, "Since you know you are guilty, you still want to beg for mercy?"

Hua Rumo raised her eyes, her dark eyes overflowing with light, she looked at Ying Yihan with a gloomy face, the bewitching eyes that flashed in her mind gradually merged with the cold eyes of Bing Han, she pursed her lips and bowed her knees to salute, "I am here My lord, hello, my lord, all blessings."

Ying Yi's cold and thin eyes fell on Hua Rumo's delicate face, moved down to her petite shoulders and slender waist, her cold eyes narrowed slightly with a cold light.

This cool and handsome appearance is far from the silky-eyed appearance last night. For no reason, what I want to see more is the tactful and delicate her last night.

Ying Yihan didn't say no, Hua Rumo kept saluting until he saw the hatred flashing in the woman's eyes, then he snapped the book shut and said in a cold voice. "Excuse me."

Hua Rumo straightened up, stood in a slightly awkward position, gritted her teeth and raised her eyes to meet the indifferent and dark eyes, "My lord, Qingfeng..."

The flash of coldness in the man's eyes made Hua Rumo tremble in fright, the words on his lips were knotted, thinking about what the green clothes said, he was still kneeling in the Buddhist hall after being whipped fifty times, Jing Bai this girl He also went crazy for some reason, and knelt down with Qingfeng.The cold dew was heavy this day, and the ground was damp. It would be fine to kneel on the ground if there was a futon, but if not, she could just kneel. She had experienced that feeling when she was in the southern country.

Thinking of this, Hua Rumo raised her eyes and was no longer afraid, her voice was gentle and pleasant, perhaps because she fell into the river last night and caught the wind and cold, it was clear and hoarse. "I don't blame Qingfeng for what happened last night, he didn't know there would be an assassin..."

With a bang, the scroll was crushed by Ying Yihan, Hua Rumo's eyes were startled, she subconsciously looked at him who was inexplicably angry, Yanyue's eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the light in her eyes gradually became cold, clear and elegant, Chen Wearing a white plain dress, the ink-dyed black hair was casually tied into a hairpin, and a dark green jadeite jade hairpin was stuck on it.

Which woman sees him, not dressed up, wishing that her head is full of beautiful gold hairpins and silver hairpins, but she is the only one with flowers like ink, and she always looks like this cold and indifferent, with heavy makeup and light makeup. The fingers on the wheelchair were clenched, and the words were icy. "Then you mean that the king punished him for doing something wrong?"

(End of this chapter)