My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 139

Hua Rumo is gentle but not weak, she has always been a strong person, but in Xia Ziye's eyes she is a gentle and weak woman, which is not in line with her temperament, the two of them will have differences sooner or later, it's just a matter of feelings It has always been clear to the bystanders and the obsession to the authorities, but Xia Ziye was unaware of this problem.

"Eyes." Although Dong'er was timid and fearful, she grew up in the palace since she was a child, and she was clever and dexterous.

Jing Baishui's big eyes rolled around, looked at Dong'er, and asked puzzledly. "What look?"

Dong'er covered her mouth like a small fan, leaned over and whispered. "I think the prince looks at the princess differently from the other wives. Although they are all cold and cold, every time he looks at the princess, there is always an indescribable emotion in his eyes."

Jingbai burst out laughing, and poked Dong'er's forehead, "Yo, you still know what unspeakable emotions are, so tell me, what are these unspeakable emotions?"

Dong'er rubbed her forehead, caught a glimpse of the majestic man standing in front of the door of the wing, and smiled unkindly. "That kind of look is like when Qingfeng guards look at you."

Jingbai's face turned into a tomato color with a bang, and his handsome appearance turned from embarrassment into anger, showing a bit of ambiguity in the winter sun, gritted his teeth, showed a ruthless smile, and threw himself at Dong'er to tickle her.

Dong'er was ticklish, and started begging for mercy after a while, Jing Bai became more and more proud, and deliberately showed a man's rough smile. "Little girl, come and give me a smile..."

Before he finished speaking, a slender and tall figure came into his sight. The black tiger leather boots were clean and tidy. The dark gray brocade robe outlined the man's almost perfect figure. A saber around his waist made him even more handsome and elegant. Further up is the delicate and soft facial features, revealing an indifferent indifference, a pair of clear eyes slightly narrowed, and a smile that cannot be concealed under the light eyes.

While Jingbai was in a daze, Dong'er hurriedly broke free from her clutches, bowed to Qingfeng as a greeting, but Qingfeng's tense face remained unmoved, her eyes were blank, as if she hadn't heard her words .

Dong'er was not annoyed, but just pushed Jingbai who was also stunned, covered her lips and left with a smile.

Plum blossom petals fell one after another on the delicate and lively woman's head, and the slightly rippling clear eyes overflowed with a touch of nervousness, which reflected a different kind of beauty in Qingfeng's eyes.

Qingfeng was the first to come back to his senses, clenched his right hand and coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment, just about to speak, who would have thought that the woman who looked like a lily blooming in the pool covered her face and ran away, leaving him standing in front of the door alone, silkworm eyebrows Wei Wei was at a loss.

In the wing room, only Hua Rumo and Ying Yihan were left, and the atmosphere seemed awkward and weird.

Hua Rumo couldn't stand this strange atmosphere, raised her eyes, her clear watery eyes were filled with cold light, she looked into the indescribable indifference and alienation in Ying Yihan's eyes, frowned, and said in a cold voice. "The play is over, is there anything else for the lord?"

In a word, like an ice skate, Ying Yihan felt himself stabbed by the ruthless ice skate.

The cold air in his eyes became more and more severe, and there was a dangerous dark light. His low voice seemed to come from far away, "Acting? Do you think this king is acting?"

Flowers are like ink, Qiushui's eyes flickered slightly, looking at Ying Yihan, and replied. "Isn't the prince acting? Is it fun to play with the concubine like this? Punishing Lin Miaoshi made the rest of the concubines think that the prince is very fond of the concubine, which aroused their jealousy and hated the concubine even more in the future. Body, are you satisfied with this result?"

Yingyi's cold and stern face darkened a little, and his deep black jewel-like cold eyes stared at her angrily, with a suppressed expression, as if he had been severely hurt by someone.

"Hua Rumo, it seems that this king really spoils you too much!"

Hua Rumo's clear and lingering eyes froze for a moment, the scarred left side of her face was in stark contrast to the flawless right side, but her expression was still calm and calm, which seemed unreasonable in Ying Yihan's eyes Some dazzling, some distressed, some at a loss, inexplicably hated why I didn't show up in time that morning.

Flowers are like ink, soft on the outside and strong on the inside. When you are in a hurry, you have the consciousness of "rather be a broken jade than a whole". Ying Yihan can't even imagine that if Ying Yichen didn't show up in time that day, this soft and weak person makes people want to love What kind of women will be tortured.

Thinking of this, her cold eyes shifted to her fingers, and her sword-shaped eyebrows twitched again. There was always a question in her mind, why would she rather be tortured until her fingers were disabled than obey Ji Ling's wishes and tell who the child's father is? , even if it may be fake, at least it can be regarded as a delaying strategy.

Seeing him staring at her stomach, Hua Rumo subconsciously supported her lower abdomen with her small hands, her cold expression finally loosened, she put on a bit of vigilance, as if she was facing a big enemy, her eyes darker than the night sky , staring at him for a moment, as if he was a scourge, gritted his teeth, and spoke with ice. "Pet? What is pet? The prince thinks that breaking off other people's fingers is pampering the concubine, and doing so will only make the concubine feel more scared."

"Afraid? Are you afraid of me?" Ying Yihan felt a nameless anger with nowhere to vent. He didn't understand why he came to this ignorant woman when he had nothing to do. Protecting the lower abdomen, even if you don't know who the father of the child is, you want to give birth to him. How to protect him like this?

Thinking of that day when he pushed Xia Ziye away without hesitation and blocked the arrow with his body, Ying Yihan only felt a tight heart, severe pain, jealousy, disappointment, sadness, and helplessness.

The corners of Jumei's lips curled up into a sneer, "I am waiting for the day when you come to beg me."

Hua Rumo's indifferent eyes moved, staring at the figure who disappeared angrily, a trace of sourness arose in his heart for no reason, he never expected the day of begging him to come so soon.

The wooden door was closed vigorously, and the cold wind of early winter poured in for no reason and felt a little cold.

Jingbai stood guard at the door until Ying Yihan's figure disappeared into the yard, then gently opened the door and walked in, lifted the crystal bead curtain, and saw his master sitting in front of the table with a stupefied expression, frowning head, came over. "Princess, you made the prince go away again? Are you really not afraid that the prince will not take you back to the mansion and leave you in the palace?"

Huaru Mo came back to her senses, carefully put away her exposed emotions, lowered her eyes, and her thick eyelashes cast a butterfly-like silhouette on her cheeks. "Whom he wants to bring back to the mansion, he has already made a decision in his heart."

(End of this chapter)