My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 142

Xixia is located in the southernmost part of the continental plate, and the climate is warm like spring all year round. When she first came to the Northland, she couldn't adapt to the cold winter. She was already wrapped tightly in the quilt, shivering on the bed, her exquisite and beautiful face looked a little embarrassed. Delicate, but extremely beautiful.

"Burning up the fire again, do you want to freeze me to death?" Su Mo stroked her hair irritably, and shouted at the maids.

The maids didn't dare to be negligent, and hurriedly put a few more pieces of charcoal into the stove.

At this time, there was the sound of saluting from outside the door, and when the door was pushed in, Xiyan in a heavy black coat came into view.

"Sister Xiyan!" Su Mo crawled out of the bed, before he walked out of the inner room, the cold poured in, and he shivered involuntarily, then hurried back to the room, folded his arms, and said with an exaggerated expression. "It's really cold today."

Xiyan walked in with graceful steps, and seeing Su Mo's charming appearance, couldn't help laughing. "Still can't adapt to the weather in the Northland?"

Su Mo nodded, ordered the servant girl to make tea, put on her coat, and sat down with Xi Yan at the table in the inner room, complaining. "Everything is good in this northern country, but it's too cold."

Compared with her, Xi Yan looked much more elegant, she just pulled the cloak on her body, glanced at the blazing fire in the stove, and frowned as a reminder. "Good sister, if you use charcoal like this, you will suffer in a few days."

Su Mo followed her gaze and asked curiously, "What do you mean?"

Xiyan picked up the teacup and took a sip before continuing. "It's no wonder that you are not from the Northern Kingdom. You don't know the rules of the royal family in the Northern Kingdom. This charcoal is always available. Whoever uses it up early will be cold for the rest of the day."

Su Mo was taken aback for a moment, and her delicate little face collapsed in an instant. "What else is there to say? The royal family is so rich, why is it still withholding our supplies?"

Xiyan put down her teacup, pursed her lips and continued. "The rules set by the Holy Majesty, avoiding extravagance and keeping simple, must take the lead. Let alone us, even if the prince and prince have used up charcoal in advance, they cannot apply for distribution."

Su Mo became distressed, and the man's cold face like a blade flashed in his mind, and his deep and icy eyes subconsciously leaned in the direction of Xiyan, and couldn't help asking. "Did you see the prince these days? I haven't seen the prince for a long time."

Xi Yan's eyes froze, she looked at the impetuous Su Mo, drank tea with her eyes down, and said. "I haven't seen the prince for some time. I heard that he has been sleeping in the study recently. Maybe it's because the government is too busy."

Su Mo nodded thoughtfully.

At this time, a voice came from outside the door, and a man in a blue-black robe appeared at the door.

Su Mo glanced at it and said calmly. "come in."

The man walked in slowly, bowed his body to salute Su Mo and Xiyan, and then glanced at Xiyan hesitantly.

Su Mo waved his hand casually, "Don't worry, we are all from our own family, let's talk."

Only then did the male feel relieved, and said. "Returning to Madam, when I went to Hanxuan Pavilion to check, I happened to meet Qingfeng..."

Before the male could finish speaking, Su Mo asked anxiously. "Qingfeng? The prince's personal bodyguard? Why is he going to Hanxuan Pavilion? Does the princess have an affair with him?"

Xiyan raised her eyes and glanced at Su Mo who was surprised.

The man's expression became more respectful, "This, this... I don't know the little ones, but I just saw Qingfeng bringing a group of people to deliver some charcoal to the princess."

"What? How is it possible!" Su Mo slapped the table and stood up. Xi Yan was startled by his ferocious aura, and the man was so frightened that he fell to his knees.

"Okay, okay, you go down first." Xiyan frowned, and waved at the male, who ran out quickly as if released.

"Didn't my sister just say that there is an unwritten rule in the royal family that you can't ask for charcoal? Why is this princess an exception?" Su Mo was trembling with anger, looking at Xiyan with resentment and jealousy in his eyes.

Although Ying Yihan does things as he pleases and is not restrained, he is a person who abides by iron orders. If not, he would not have been able to command the six armies and make thousands of troops submit to his feet. What would happen...

Xi Yan blinked her eyes, and already had an answer in her heart. "Perhaps the prince understands that the princess is from the southern country, so she sent more charcoal because she was afraid of the cold."

Su Mo pouted, with a vicious look on his face. "Why do you only give it to her and not to us?"

As she said that, she was about to stand up, ready to ask Qingfeng, but was held back by Xiyan.

"Sister, don't be impulsive. Let's go to the study to see the prince tonight." Xiyan pulled Su Mo to sit down, "By the way, why did you send someone to Hanxuan Pavilion to watch? Are you afraid that the princess will blame you?"

"An abandoned concubine, I'm still afraid that she won't succeed?" Su Mo's beautiful eyes turned, looking at the snow like goose feathers outside the window, "I just want to see how the princess spends her winter as a southern woman?"

In the final analysis, even if you are not feeling well, you also need to see how your opponent is doing.

Xiyan glanced at Su Mo, but said nothing.

Ever since returning to the palace, Hua Rumo's life can no longer be nourished, Xu Shiying Yihan really bored her, tired of her, since the last time they broke up on bad terms, he came to look for her again, he was grateful, There is also a vague inexplicable emotion re-breeding.

For example, when she reads a book, she suddenly thinks, what is he doing at this moment? Is he drunk and gentle again, soaked by rain and dew?
Thinking of this, she couldn't help being taken aback, closed the book, and looked out the window. Outside, there was a lot of goose feather snow, falling on the ground and making a rustling sound, accompanied by the sound of snow shoveling, which was very disturbing.

The morning passed quickly, and it was lunch time again.

As usual, the food served still had the taste of the southern country. After eating a few mouthfuls, I suddenly remembered that Sun Ying Yihan’s voice sounded a little colder than before—I don’t like blood when I’m used to it. Meat.

At this time, there was the sound of saluting outside, and she looked around, and saw Ying Yichen in a heavy white coat.

"Yichen?" Hua Rumo shouted in surprise, and then thought of Xia Ziye's order to stab him when he was robbing the prison, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"As the saying goes, it's better to come early than to come early. It just so happens that I haven't eaten yet, don't you mind sitting down together?" Before Hua Rumo could react, Ying Yichen had already sat down.

Hua Rumo pursed her lips and smiled, calling Jingbai to add more dishes.

Ying Yichen picked up the vegetables, tasted them, and couldn't help but praise them. "This is the food of the southern country. It's really delicious."

Immediately, Qing Mou moved, and an imperceptible dark light slid across his eyes, and he said with emotion. "Brother Seven has gone to great lengths to please you, but..."

(End of this chapter)