My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 173

"Princess!" The medicine bowl in Jing Bai's hand fell to the ground with a bang, and scattered fragments scattered all over the ground, which was shocking.

"Quick, quick... Hurry up and find the lord..." Hua Rumo clutched her aching stomach, her eyes darkened and she passed out.

Hearing the sound, Dong'er hurriedly pushed the door open and entered, her nimble eyes widened suddenly, and she was startled by the scene before her, but she reacted one step earlier than Jingbai, and ran out the door without looking back.

The muddy path was a bit slippery, and Dong'er's thin figure ran in the snow, looking a little sad.

When he came to the door of the study, he ran too fast to stop, and bumped into the breeze coming out of it.

"Aren't you Dong'er, the servant girl next to the princess?" Qingfengcan frowned slightly, but seeing the panicked expression on the woman's face, she asked aloud.

"Is the lord here?" Dong'er's delicate cheeks were rosy because of her running, and tears were faintly shining in her eyes looking at Qingfeng.

"The emperor is seriously ill, the prince has been summoned to the palace." Qingfeng replied, seeing the woman crying anxiously, she continued to ask. "What's the matter? But what happened to the princess?"

"The princess seems to have had a miscarriage..."

Inside the bedroom of Fengqi Palace, the lights are brightly lit, and on the exquisitely carved table of luxurious mahogany, the purple and gold incense burner emits white smoke, and the snow began to fall again outside the window, at first it was just wisps, soft, and scattered snowflakes , fell on the stone ground and red tile eaves, forming a layer of light white light.

With the passage of time, the snow fell more and more heavily, and the heavy snow of goose feathers fell on Ying Yihan's hair, slipped on the thick black cloak, stepped on a pair of tiger leather combat boots, and stepped on the ground covered with a thin layer of ice Up, rattling.

He walked in from the door, his dark icy eyes showed a bit of coldness, his majestic and stern face, his tight knife-cut side face, and his thin lips like maple leaves were slightly pursed, showing a bit of dignified indifference.

This man has a natural domineering and incomparable aristocratic aura. Just by staring at you like this with his cold eyes, you will feel shuddering.

"Seventh brother." As soon as he entered the door, Ying Yixuan greeted him, a pair of slightly warm black eyes looked up and down Ying Yihan, the corners of his cold mouth curled up, pulling up a seemingly invisible arc.

"Third Brother." Ying Yihan narrowed his icy eyes slightly, and there was no expression on his stern face, calm and calm.

Ying Yixuan raised his eyebrows slightly, faintly feeling that the man in front of him seemed to be different from before, his face was still the same, but under the indifferent and indifferent face, there was a little less rebellious cruelty than before, and a little more Very calm and shallow silence, looks more mature and stable.

Moreover, there was a certain calmness in his brows, and he suddenly stood up from the wheelchair without any reason. The ghost would, as the common people said, believe that he was blessed by the gods.

Bearing humiliation for five years, but when Yingyuan Ji was about to pass away, he revealed the information that he was not disabled. What kind of medicine did this gourd sell?

Could it be that he already has full confidence in winning the throne?

This kind of cognition makes Ying Yixuan's elegant and gentle face appear a bit gloomy. The two brothers have liked to fight tit for tat since they were young. Ying Yihan is unruly, impulsive, and can do whatever he wants. Intimidated.

"Third Brother, Seventh Brother." Ying Yichen was wearing a white shirt and a thick bluish-white cloak. His thick black hair was covered with snowflakes. Because of the cold, the corners of his mouth breathed out mist, showing a bit of warmth. Confucianism was mischievous, striding over.

"Thirteenth brother, I haven't seen you for a long time. Where have you been?" A few days ago, Ying Yichen recovered from his injury. Doting on this little son is almost obedient, and immediately agreed to his request.

Thus, Ying Yichen lived an unrestrained and free life again.

Facing Ying Yixuan's deliberate approach, Ying Yichen curled the corners of his mouth, smiled back, shook his folding fan, and laughed like no other. "Of course I'm drunk and gentle."

Ying Yixuan sneered, turned his gentle eyes, looked at Ying Yihan whose eyes softened a bit, and said in a deep voice. "Renrou Township is a tomb of heroes."

Ying Yi narrowed his cold eyes slightly, looked at him indifferently, heard the meaning behind his words, but was not angry, just returned the same handsome and peerless smile as Ying Yichen. "That depends on what kind of gentle township you are, and what kind of hero you are."

The implication is that even if a hero like me is drunk and gentle, he will not be reduced to death.

Ying Yixuan squinted his eyes, feeling that Ying Yihan's smile was very eye-catching for no reason.According to the secret work of the potential palace, the relationship between him and Hua Rumo is getting better and better recently, even if Hua Rumo is still pregnant, even if the child may not be his, he still dotes on her and loves her .

There are so many infatuated men in the royal family of the Northern Kingdom, and his father is the most representative of them. If he hadn't loved Concubine Nuan too deeply, he would not have allowed Ying Yihan to be born to someone who was not sure if he was really his son. Thinking that in the end, the person most similar to Yingyuan Ji is Ying Yihan.

(End of this chapter)