My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 127

The moon is as silvery and black as lacquer, and a first-quarter moon hangs high in the dark and quiet sky. The silvery moonlight is like a flower, and wisps of light pour down through the thin clouds, and the fine halo climbs up and is blown by the cold wind. The gap in the moving window fell on the window sill, spilling an intoxicating brilliance all over the place.

In the dormitory, in a dimly lit wing room, the candlelight flickered sadly, the bright candle flame reflected in Ling Qianmo's clear eyes, his handsome and elegant face, and his tense side face showed a bit of dignity.

His eyes fell on the woman who was still in a state of high fever on the bed, and he sighed faintly.

Among the three thousand beauties in the harem, Hua Rumo's appearance may not be considered the most outstanding, but her calm posture that can be elegant and calm no matter when and where, makes her stand out, even if she is in a coma, The left cheek was disfigured, but he didn't look embarrassed.

The woman on the bed slept very restlessly, her waterfall-like long hair was casually scattered on the pillow, and a few strands of messy blue silk lay on the pure white mattress. The black hair on a white background looked like a landscape painting covered in thick ink.

Her brows were tightly wrinkled because of nightmares or the pain of her wounds, like the peaks of the eyebrows of a distant mountain, lightly stroked with a black pen, bent into a beautiful arc, and the wing-like eyelashes were hung with crystal drops of water, sparkling and slightly straight Under the bridge of her nose, the petal's thin lips were mottled with a few ferocious bite marks, and the original shape could no longer be seen. The delicate facial outline, and a bloody scratch on the left side of the face extending to the chin was shocking.

Hua Rumo is not a person who cares about appearance, but...

Ling Qianmo's eyes fell and moved down, looking at the woman's fingers wrapped tightly in gauze, his brows frowned even tighter.

Jingbai opened the hanging bead curtain, put the copper-colored basin by the bed, probed the water temperature with her slender white hands, then wrung out the wet towel, bowed to Ling Qianmo, and came to the bedside Wipe the cold sweat from the forehead of the unconscious woman.

Ling Qianmo looked at Jingbai who had been with Ye for two days. The woman's face was haggard, her eyes were bloodshot, and her delicate face was suppressing fear and worry, but she tried her best not to be seen by others.

He raised his eyebrows unknowingly, and had a good impression of this loyal little girl. "Miss Jingbai, the princess is fine, but she has lost too much blood and her body is weak and needs to be recuperated. If there is no accident, she will wake up within three days. You have to pay attention to your health."

Jingbai raised her eyes, her slightly dull eyes were filled with a bewildered soft light, it took a while to realize the meaning of Ling Qianmo's words, her face was filled with joy, her eye rims were red, and there seemed to be tears swaying, excited With an expression on the verge of crying, he asked in a crisp voice. "Is the princess really okay? Then, then..."

Jingbai's gaze moved down and landed on the re-bandaged fingers on the white quilt, Shui Ling's eyes darkened a little, and then looked at the left cheek, his gaze stayed on the hideous scar, and asked in a low voice. "Then, what about the princess's hands and face? Can it be cured?"

Ling Qianmo stopped packing the medicine box, his clear black eyes narrowed slightly, and an imperceptible complex flashed across his eyes, and said lightly. "Trauma can be healed, but this hand..."

At this time, there was the sound of saluting from the maids outside the door, and Ying Yihan in a black official robe appeared in everyone's sight, and the wheelchair made a piercing sound of rubbing against the ground, Qingfeng followed closely, and walked in with a long sword tied around his waist. .

Ling Qianmo and Jingbai hurriedly saluted, Ying Yihan squinted his gloomy cold eyes, glanced at the trembling Jingbai, his eyes fell on Hua Rumo, who had her eyes closed tightly and was talking in her dreams, and waved her hand irritably to stop present.

"Her hands can't be healed?" Ying Yihan came to the bedside, his cold gaze was mixed with icy cold, and it fell on Hua Rumo's body, which was bitingly cold.

Jingbai shivered, and subconsciously leaned against the bed, clenched his fists as if he was facing a formidable enemy, as if he was afraid that Ying Yihan couldn't help but beat Hua Rumo to death with his palm.

God knows how surprised Jingbai was when he heard that the person who came to rob the prison turned out to be from the southern country, and when he heard that King Xian was assassinated again during the melee, and her master "heroically" blocked the arrow for the leader of the assassins. Every heart would stop beating.

Although Hua Rumo is kind but not stupid, he is indifferent and lacks curiosity. If he is not forced to, he will never do such amazing things as blocking the enemy's arrows.

It was only later that I found out that the leader of the assassins was actually Xia Ziye.

Jing Bai didn't know what to do for a while.

He used to joke that Xia Ziye was so clueless that he couldn't understand what his master was thinking. After all, a person who was only taught how to fight and conquer cities from a young age could expect to figure out people's minds?
It's just that I didn't expect Xia Ziye to be so infatuated. Hua Rumo has been married to Beiguo for more than half a year. The cruel words outside the imperial city not only did not drive her away, but made her even more determined to stay in Beiguo and bring her Go with her decision.

He is the third son of the Xia family, a family of generals in the Southern Kingdom. He is known as 'Master Yumian', a well-known general of the Zhenguo, not to mention that he came to the Northern Kingdom as an escort and princess. However, it is impossible and impossible to stay in other countries for such a long time, let alone the South and the North, which are the same three major countries and have sharp contradictions.

A little carelessness may lead to disputes between the two countries. This time, he even broke into the sky prison to rob the prison. King Xian was stabbed and his life is uncertain. He was painted as a head and plastered all over the streets and alleys of the imperial city, and the reward order was at the top of the list of criminals.

All of a sudden, rumors spread, and Concubine Han's reputation fell into a trough again.

The former lover, because of love and hatred, hired killers to fall into the palace, robbed and killed the king Xian who had committed adultery with Princess Han.

All the people in the Northern Kingdom began to doubt whether the child in Hua Rumo's belly belonged to King Xian, or it might be the jade-faced scholar who killed him halfway.

Ling Qianmo raised her eyes indifferently, looked at Ying Yihan whose expression was colder than before, and answered truthfully. "Wangfei's ten fingers have been injured due to the torture. Qianmo's medical knowledge is not good enough, and it has not yet reached the level that can be treated for her."

Hearing this, Ying Yi's cold and prey eyes froze, the eyes were clear and there was a faint surge of dark tides, and the veins on his forehead were faintly bulging, as if he was suppressing the overwhelming anger and unspeakable anguish and heartache.

When had I seen Ying Yihan be so nervous about a woman who had already betrayed her? Only then did Ling Qianmo realize that no matter how much Hua Rumo did, Ying Yihan would not be willing to kill her. she.

(End of this chapter)