My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 165

Ying Yihan was so stingy when he was angry that he didn't even need to help her get off the carriage. His steps were heavy, the road in the alley was uneven, and there was no sunshine all year round. The snow was thick, the road was wet and slippery, and the flowers were like ink. On the road, the soft little hands were clenched, and they were almost being dragged outside.

"Wang...slow..." Subconsciously said out, but didn't want to slip, the whole person rushed forward, Ying Yihan's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he stretched out his hand to wrap around the woman's slender waist in an instant, the softness and the toughness collided, and the soft jade in his arms Warm fragrance, bursts of light fragrance that belongs to women's body blows to the face.

Hua Rumo was very uncomfortable being hugged, a little annoyed that he walked too fast, struggled for a while but failed, then raised his eyes to meet those cold eyes with unknown flames, and deliberately lowered his voice in a soft and weak way Undeniably charming. "My lord, can you let go of my concubine, my concubine... um..."

Unexpectedly, a light kiss landed on the lips, and the dexterous tongue drew out the woman's petal-like thin lips.

Ying Yihan's mood was inexplicably joyful, the original anger and resentment were all resolved in this kiss, seeing the woman's eyes widened in astonishment, her mood became more comfortable, she hooked her thin lips, and smiled very shallowly but beautifully.

Leaning down, his eyes were at the same level as the flowers, and he said in a low voice. "Hua Rumo, this king has thought of a good way to cure your sharp teeth..."

As she said that, she pressed her light-coloured thin lips with slightly cool fingers, and gently rubbed her full fingertips. Even though she was wearing a mask and could only see slightly curved thin lips, Hua Rumo could still see that he was smiling, but she didn't know that this Where does the smile come from, and is it because of a smile with a cloudy personality?

"Wang..." Hua Rumo wanted to speak, but that finger tapped her thin lips again, and then she heard a deliberately low, charming voice coming from her ears.

"There are a lot of people here. You call me lord, do you want everyone in the imperial city to know that Leng Yan, who was once famous all over the world, sneaked out of the palace with his concubine?"

If someone else said that he was famous all over the world, Hua Rumo would definitely laugh at his arrogance and arrogance, but when Ying Yihan said this, she couldn't deny it, after all, she had seen him shoot arrows and fight. , Knowing that this person's strength is beyond the reach of others.

Hua Rumo stretched out her free left hand to knock off the dishonest finger that ravaged her lips, but before she lifted it, her hands were folded and pulled behind her, her limp body was pressed against the man's chest, like this The posture made her a little ashamed and resentful.

There was a hint of cold air in Yingying's watery eyes, and the gaze that was fixed on Ying Yihan cooled down, and he spoke. "Since you are afraid of being recognized by others, why do you need to do it? Since you have done it, don't be afraid of being recognized by others, honorable 'Leng Yan Wang' Lord Han."

Ying Yi felt cold, and inserted his fingers along the smooth and delicate cheeks into the black hair that was tied into a simple bun. He clasped the back of his head tightly and kissed him, tossing and rolling until the person in his arms was a little unsteady in breathing. Reluctantly let her go.

Ying Yihan's gaze rested on the ruddy thin lips that were kissed, the soft and soft touch made the mind sway, and the aftertaste was endless.

This woman can always easily disturb the heartstrings and disturb the mood.

Hua Rumo pursed her lips, wanting to say something else, but she was afraid that he would still kiss her, so she could only stare at him with round watery eyes, this shriveled look made Ying Yihan feel better and better, gently Let go of the grasping hands, turn to hold the right hand, and pull her outside in the original posture.

At this moment, the steps are deliberately slow so that she can keep up.

People come and go on the main street, and it is very lively. On the north side of the intersection in the middle stands a luxuriously decorated single-family small building with a double-eave roof that flies into the sky, with carved railings outside, luxurious and luxurious. A gold-rimmed plaque with the three characters of "Dingxiang Pavilion" flying dragons and phoenixes on it is one of the famous hotels in the Northern Imperial City.

At this time, in front of the open curved round window on the second floor, sat a man dressed in a crescent white dress. The chest and cuffs were embroidered with gold thread, and he was holding a folding fan. He was extremely handsome. Beautiful, clean and refined, with a pair of evil peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, showing a sense of regret and helplessness.

In front of him, on the luxurious mahogany table are fine jade jugs and teacups, with cyan jade flowers on them, which feel very good in the hand, and are indescribably warm and smooth. Simple and elegant, the cool evening breeze blows and dances the blue-gray floral curtains.

Ying Yichen held his chin, poured the good wine, took a small sip, the old valley wine, sweet in the mouth, it was sweet, but it was so hot that his throat hurt, his peach blossom eyes, which seemed to be smiling but not smiling, were stained with a layer of blue with sadness. cigarette.

Rejecting the invitation of a good friend, rejecting the invitation of a beautiful woman, coming to this single-family building alone, singing to wine, and the geometry of life, it was a surprise at first, but I couldn't help but think of that night a few months ago in my heart.

The very beautiful woman with a very shallow smile stood in front of the window like this, with the night wind blowing her hair, the corners of her clothes fluttering like a fairy who fell into the mortal world.

flowers like ink...

Ying Yichen couldn't help wrinkling his bushy brows. It's really wrong to miss his Seventh Sister-in-law like this, but...

Ying Yichen suddenly regretted why when Hua Rumo asked him whose name he wrote on the lantern, he didn't dare to say the word "Hua Rumo" aloud. If he said it, it might not have any impact on the status quo. What has changed, but if you don't say it, it will be a lifetime of regret.

It can be seen that Ying Yihan really loves her very much, even for the sake of her, he would not give up the country, so what about himself?

Ying Yichen raised his head and drank another glass of wine, followed the sound of firecrackers outside the window, and looked at the crowd with deep eyes. The sky was blooming with gorgeous fireworks, and the bright colors fell on the happy faces of the villagers, looking festive and peaceful.

For no reason, I feel that such joy seems to be far away from me, so out of reach, just like her.

From the corner of his line of sight, he saw two figures from far to near, mixed in the crowd like a tide. The man walking on the right was tall and tall, wearing a silver half-covered mask and a simple black brocade suit. robe, the woman walking on the left is petite and thin, wearing a silver half-covered mask of the same shape, the exposed chin is small and exquisite, with perfect lines and well-defined outlines, and thin lips like petals may be the reason for being too cold. A layer of bluish white, a pair of watery and quiet eyes from the eyes between the masks, looking at the crowd, like rippling blue waves, attracting people's attention all the way.

(End of this chapter)