My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 112

Hua Rumo's wrist was red and swollen from being pinched, and the man's masculine breath surrounded her in a small corner. The tingling sensation hit her brain wave after wave, and she gritted her teeth in pain, staring at her clear water eyes coldly. stare at him.

His words, like a ticking time bomb, rang in his ears with a bang.

You are just relying on my love for you, so arrogant and domineering, doing whatever you want.

Ying Yihan actually loves her?This is impossible……

Hua Rumo calmed down as much as possible so that she would not be affected by these words, and after she calmed down, she said slowly. "My lord's so-called love is nothing more than possession. Besides, it's not that you love me, I should love you..."

Yingyi's cold and condensed eyes shot out flames, the corners of her beautiful lips elongated, and she pulled a sneer of extreme coldness, the smile froze, seeing Hua Rumo's eyes, the cold air hit her heart directly along the soles of her feet.

"A good sentence is not 'you love me, I should love you'!" Ying Yihan pinched her small chin, forcing the woman to look up at him, the big hands that gathered her wrists couldn't use any strength, she could only Holding it tightly in annoyance, he said in a cold voice almost like venting. "Then, remember, Hua Rumo, I will not let you go, you are my man in life, and my ghost in death."

The fingers pinching his chin slowly slid down, and came to the chest where he clicked a snack. The arrogant and unruly smile was terribly cold, and the domineering tone was full of firmness, "Sooner or later, I will live here .”

In autumn, the afternoon sun was warm and poured down, shining on the ancient stone road of the Imperial City. The bumpy road surface was cold and the carriage was very uncomfortable due to the bumps.The autumn wind was very cool, coming slowly, the curtains shook, and the cold light poured in. The atmosphere inside the carriage was as condensed and tense as the chilling bleakness outside.

Hua Rumo leaned against the side of the car wall, her eyes seemed to fall on the bustling crowd on the bustling street through the cracks of the hanging curtains, but she actually fell on the blue sky behind the smoky roof farther away.

Ying Yihan's words were like a curse, lingering in her heart all the time, making her heart feel tight and sore, and there was a burning sensation from the pointed chest, as if something was burned inside it. On the beating heart.

At this time, Ying Yihan also returned to his usual indifference and expressionless face, but his cold eyes seemed to fall endlessly on the thin figure beside him, and her face, wrapped in a thick cloak, was weak and pale, and she was exposed outside. The red marks on her arm were clearly visible, as if accusing him of being rude to her.

The feeling of being slapped by a soft little hand on the face is clear and palpable, and there is a trace of regret in my heart, thinking of what Ying Yichen said, we should protect her and pet her, instead of being so rude to her and yelling at her... …

However, after thinking about it, he is Ying Yihan, the brave and good fighter of the Northern Kingdom, Leng Hades who conquered half the sky, he can't get what kind of woman he wants, so there's no need to pay attention to this damned woman who doesn't know what to do!

The whole journey was silent, just like entering the palace for the first time, the two got out of the carriage one after the other, Qingfeng came to Ying Yihan's side to guard him, Jingbai helped the white flowers on his lower lip, and several people followed the palace man who led the way All the way to Fengqi Palace, the bedroom of the current Empress Ji Ling.

But I haven't seen each other for a while, the lord of the Northern Kingdom, Ying Yuanji, is already dying of illness, his vigorous face reveals a sickly weakness, seeing Ying Yihan and Hua Rumo coming, they are only lifted up by the serving maid, leaning against the bed, not very sharp He glanced at them with his eyes, but his attitude was still cold and indifferent.

Accompanying him is Concubine Ling who was hit by Hua Rumo for having an affair last time, her beautiful eyes are full of water, the moment she saw Hua Rumo flashed a cold light, when she raised her eyes again, she was still gentle and weak, with dark circles around her eyes Slightly tired, it looks like he has been taking care of Yingyuan Ji for a long time.

The smile on Ji Ling's face was slightly stiff, but he gritted his teeth without showing any anger, jealousy or sadness. Seeing that Ying Yihan and Hua Rumo were about to leave after seeing Ying Yihan and Hua Rumo, he sent a maid to stop them.

"Concubine Han, the queen said that the recent days are too boring, so come to Fengqi Palace to accompany her in the future."

Hua Rumo frowned slightly, not just for companionship, but she never forgot the resoluteness of that day.I saw my father today, I am in poor health, and I am afraid that he will die soon, and the frontier is in a hurry at this time, because of the assassination of King Xian, in such a sensitive period, the two princes who are still alive are recruited into the palace for the sole purpose of One, that is to wait for the king to die, imprison and limit the strength of the kings, in order to push Ying Yixuan to the throne.

Winner takes all, loser for Kou.

Such a simple purpose, even a woman like her who "doesn't leave the door but doesn't step out of the second door" can figure it out, how could Ying Yihan not guess it for such a long time.

In the current situation, 36 plans are the best plan, and it will be difficult to leave after entering the palace.

Or, did he really have the certainty of winning, that he led the order into the palace seemingly obediently?
Thinking of this, Hua Rumo glanced at the man sitting in a wheelchair, holding a scroll and reading carefully.

At this time, Ying Yihan changed into a crescent white luxurious brocade robe, the cuffs and corners were embroidered with sky blue thin threads, and a very delicate white jade belt was tied around the waist. The light color complemented the perfect facial features more beautiful and elegant , holding the scroll with slender fingers, the bones are distinct, the joints are white, and there is a thick callus between the index fingers. He who read quietly like this suddenly walked out of the painting.

Hua Rumo has never seen Ying Yihan wearing white clothes before, and his impression is whether it is black or dark purple. The cold color is as cold and cold as his person. I don't realize that when we had dinner together before, the light tone was more indifferent than before Some.

——It's just that I'm used to seeing blood, so I don't like meat.

What kind of experience is it that can be described in such a calm tone.

Inadvertently, Ying Yihan's gaze shifted from the scroll to the woman's quiet and delicate face, their eyes met, both of them were filled with undercurrents, and then they staggered their eyes tacitly at the same time.

Ying Yihan frowned, and forced himself to shift his attention to the scroll in his hand, but he played back the scene in the carriage during the day over and over again in his mind. Hua Rumo's body was weak and delicate, and her little hands were too soft. I don't have much strength, the slap on the face is not as powerful as scratching it.

but……

Clenching the hand holding the scroll is a matter of dignity.

This ungrateful woman always challenged the limits of his anger time and time again.

The night is as cool as water, and the night is quiet.

The pale moonlight cast shadows on a relatively remote palace in the northeast corner of the Northern Kingdom Imperial Palace. It was sparsely populated and a bit lonely. It was the dormitory that had just been tidied up today for Ying Yihan to live in.

(End of this chapter)