My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 128

It's just... Ying Yihan is a person who wants to conquer the city and dominate the country. Hua Rumo's life is his weakness, not to mention Ying Yihan's unscrupulous character, I am afraid that he will start with him, just talk about the gang taught by Yue People will not allow them to be together.

Thinking of this, Ling Qianmo shook his head. Originally, the conflict between master and son should not be speculated on his own, let alone the kindness and resentment between husband and wife.

Hua Rumo shielded Xia Ziye from the arrow, and Ying Yihan was angry and angry.

Looking at Ying Yihan's frown, he hesitated for a moment before speaking. "However, Qianmo's master Diegu Yixian should be able to heal him, but..."

Ying Yihan's cold eyes slid across a beam of joyful light, looked at Ling Qianmo, and asked aloud. "Just what?"

Ling Qianmo's expression showed a trace of complicated embarrassment, "Master, he is an old man with profound medical knowledge, but he has a very weird temper. He may not be willing to treat the princess. Moreover... he has retired for many years and has been traveling all year round. It is even more difficult to find him. Disaster."

Ying Yihan's eyes froze, and his condensed face showed an unfathomable expression, "This king knows."

Moving his gaze upwards, he landed on Hua Rumo's face, the hideous and ugly scar was inexplicably dazzling, his fingers slowly tightened, and he flicked his sleeves. "Forget it, let's talk about it later."

Ling Qianmo nodded, then went to the outer room, Jingbai carefully handed over a pen and paper, left a prescription on it, explained the precautions for taking it, and hurriedly left the bedroom with the shadow guard directly under Ying Yihan.

After all, Ying Yihan is still trapped in the palace, so he still needs to be more careful with his words.

In the middle of the night on the third day, the candlelight was shining, and the red candle was weeping. Jingbai, who had been staying up late for several days, could no longer bear the drowsiness. She lay down beside the bed and fell into a drowsy sleep. The tall and tall figure stopped by the bed for a long time.

When she wanted to widen her eyes and make sure it wasn't a dream, the figure had disappeared strangely, leaving only the dancing candlelight swept by the cool wind.

Vaguely as if hearing a suppressed groan, Jingbai raised her heavy eyelids, and what she saw was a delicate and thin face, with hideous scars, and water-colored eyes filled with a weak soft light, looking at her At that time, the corners of his mouth curved into a far-fetched smile.

"Prince, Concubine..." Jing Bai sat up abruptly, Shui Lingling's big eyes widened, she twisted her thighs fiercely, grinning her teeth in pain, the corners of her mouth were smiling, but her eyes were filled with tears. "You finally woke up! Finally woke up! I, I'm going to report to the prince!"

"Wait..." Hua Rumo almost exhausted all her strength, but only said one word.

Jingbai, who just got up excitedly, only felt his eyes flash, but he was holding on to the side of the bed so that he almost didn't fall down. Hearing Hua Rumo calling her, he quickly turned his head and looked at her nervously. "What? Is there any discomfort?"

Seeing Hua Rumo's weak appearance, Jingbai cried anxiously, wiped the corners of his eyes vigorously, and then stomped his feet. "I want to drink water, right! Look at this slave girl's mind..."

While talking, he had already come to the round table, quickly poured a glass of water, walked to the bed, gently lifted Hua Rumo, handed over the teacup, carefully held the inner pillow and put it behind him to make it more comfortable to lean on.

The wound on her lips felt burning pain from touching the water, Hua Rumo gritted her teeth to suppress her groaning, took a small sip, and the mellow warm water entered her throat, she felt better, and asked impatiently. "Idle, idle king..."

Jingbai was taken aback for a moment, and then realized, with a comforting smile on his face, "Don't worry, princess, Xianwang Jiren has his own auspiciousness, good fortune and great destiny. I heard that the heart is on the right side, and he was not stabbed by the assassin. It's just that the wound is too deep, the blood loss is too much, and it needs to be recuperated, so there is no life-threatening."

Putting his heart down slightly, he took a deep breath and continued to ask. "Xia... Xia Ziye..."

Jingbai's slender eyebrows frowned, her face was perplexed, but she answered truthfully. "The maidservant only heard that although Mr. Xia is very skilled in martial arts, he is difficult to beat with two fists and four hands. In the end, he was shot by the prince, but he was rescued by a group of unknown people when he was about to be captured. Now the streets are covered with His reward order."

Hua Rumo's slightly dull eyes moved, her brows were slightly frowned, she wanted to say something but her shoulders hurt badly, she closed her eyes and swallowed what she wanted to say, "Go, go and report."

In the study room an hour ago, Ying Yihan picked up the jug and drank gulps. It may be too long since he indulged himself like this, but he felt that today's ancient wine was too spicy, and his throat felt like a burning pain. His cold eyes narrowed slightly with a layer of frost.

With a click, the jug was crushed, the sharp blade pierced into the palm, the unhealed skin was cut open again, the skin was torn, the flesh was mutilated, and the blood dripped down the fingertips drop by drop, mixed with the wine and sprinkled The ground was muddy.

In the flickering candlelight, the cold eyes were full of cold air, and he clenched his hands tightly, vigorously pressing the fragments into the flesh, ravaging them fiercely, and the white jade wine glass instantly turned into a puddle of powder.

Qingfeng heard the voice, walked into the study, and was startled by the scene in front of him.

The man in the wheelchair lowered his eyes halfway, his dark black hair was simply tied behind his head, a few strands of blue hair on his forehead were blown by the cold wind, curling them playfully, his sword eyebrows were slightly condensed and his eyes were slightly narrowed, There was vague confusion and indescribable decadence, the clothes on his body were drenched with wine, there were large water stains on his chest, his eyes were already drunk with scarlet, and a fragile helplessness flashed across his eyes.

Qingfeng had never seen such a distressed Ying Yihan, and he froze in place for a moment, at a loss.

I still remember being punished by my master for being mischievous when I was a child, and after three days and three nights of riding horses, I almost finished it on my knees in the end. Withdrew from the flanks, and the sharp arrows released hit the enemy leader directly. The horse roared in shock and fled. I still remember sitting in a wheelchair with a calm face and cold eyes.

It seems that no matter what happens, Ying Yihan can figure out a way to face the danger without fear, turn the danger into a safety, face the enemy and countermeasures at the same time, but the only one who treats Hua Rumo...

As long as the matter is related to Hua Rumo, he will become manic and restless, like a running wild beast, eager to find his own territory, like a hedgehog erecting its thorns, which is very similar to Hua Rumo.

(End of this chapter)