My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 177

Ying Yihan is such a smart person, the women in the mansion fight each other and are jealous, and it's over if he can just turn a blind eye, but he didn't expect that his laissez-faire would extend the claws of these lawless women to Hua Rumo.

The lips seem to still have the soft touch of a woman's thin lips like cherries. The small lilac uvula responds cautiously, and even the little hands clenched into pink fists relax a little, and they are gently supported on the chest through the heavy fabric. superior.

Unexpectedly, Hua Rumo paid the price of losing her child when she tried to respond for the first time. Although the woman Hui Zhilan was heartbroken and knew that he did not do this, Ying Yihan still couldn't forgive herself, and couldn't forgive herself for not being good to her. .

In the study room, the lights were dim, and the flickering candlelight cast shadows, shining on Ying Yihan's increasingly gloomy side face, showing a bit of coldness and cruelty.

Outside the door, there was the sound of soft footsteps, followed by the sound of the door being pushed open. The man in black brocade clothes cupped his fists to salute Ying Yihan. "My lord, Mrs. Xiyan has already brought it."

Yingyi's cold eyes were fixed, and her sharp eyes shot at Xiyan who seemed to be dressed up.

"Xiyan has met the prince, and the prince is blessed." Xiyan's appearance is very clear and attractive, even in the palace where there are many beauties, this appearance is also superior. The flower-covered long skirt is covered with a yellow jacket, which may be the reason for the snow outside. The silvery white falls on the shoulders and hair, and the firelight is reflected on the blue hair of Sanqian, showing a bit of a little girl's charm.

"Xiyan, you gave you the courage to murder the princess!" Ying Yihan didn't intend to fight her, his eyes were as cold as ice, condensing a world of ice and snow.

Compared to Ying Yihan's rage, Xiyan's performance was too ordinary, she looked at him with a pair of bright eyes, with a cold and charming streamer in her eyes, she opened her mouth indifferently, but did not make any sound.

Ying Yihan's cold eyes narrowed slightly, with angry flames dancing in his eyes, his big hands on the table were slowly tightened, and he waved to Qingfeng who was standing beside him.

Qingfeng understood, and retreated with the rest of the room, leaving only Ying Yihan and Xiyan in the study.

Under Ying Yihan's colder eyes, 'Xiyan' touched her delicate cheeks, stretched out her slender fingers, and turned them flexibly, a human skin mask appeared between her fair fingers, revealing a delicate and handsome face. With a fair little face.

Ying Yihan narrowed his icy eyes, and coldly spit out two words. "Gu Xue."

In the dream, the flowers are like ink walking on the vast grassland, the sky is as blue as the west, the dusty and pure white clouds are fluttering, and there is a gale blowing by, bringing the fresh grassland breath, the warm and warm breath Come on.She walked along the path that was trampled by everyone, surrounded by rolling mountains, a magnificent ocean, rising cliffs, and an endless desert.

However, these mountains, rivers, and magnificent natural landscapes that she had longed for at first looked extremely hideous and distorted.

Is there something wrong.

The woman continued to walk forward, and suddenly the soles of her feet were hanging in the air, and she fell down, and fell into the turbulent river in a short while.

cold, biting cold...

The cold and ruthless river water poured into her mouth, nose, and ears mercilessly, suffocating and uncomfortable, and helpless, hitting her wave after wave.

So uncomfortable, are you going to die?
A bright light flashed in front of his eyes, and a figure as sensitive as a dragon jumped into the water, and at an extremely fast speed, at a strange angle, he came to the side with a little force, and hugged him by the waist.

The nose filled with water was able to breathe, and the impasse of being close to death made the whole body weak, and the feet were limp and unable to exert strength. Leaning against the man's abnormally cold and hard chest, the powerful heartbeat was transmitted to the ears through the wet clothes.

I can still hear voices, are you still alive?
The eyes, which are as flowery as ink and full of water, opened, and the dim candlelight and dancing flames sprinkled warmly and softly on the room, and the sandalwood on the table curled up, misty around the blue hair.

As if he couldn't fully adapt to the strong light, he narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the white bed curtain for a long time before regaining consciousness, remembering what happened before he fell into a coma.

The little hand placed in the quilt was lightly clenched, and the little finger of the right hand felt a soft tightening touch. He froze for a moment, his gaze shifted, and fell on the tall figure lying beside the bed, his sword eyebrows that flew into his temples frowned slightly, slightly The eyes are closed, the eyelashes are thick and long, casting a row of thin silhouettes on the face that always has an unusually indifferent expression.

At this time, because he was asleep, he looked unprepared, pure and quiet like a child who didn't know much about the world.

The three-dimensional and masculine facial features, the face is well-defined, the lines are perfect, the long hair is tied up casually, and a few strands of black hair fall on the forehead, looking handsome, wild and unruly.

Even with her eyes closed, Hua Rumo still looks like she has stayed up for several nights from her slightly pale face and the thick dark circles under her eyes.

Hua Rumo looked at him, and couldn't help but think of the suffocating dream just now. There was nothing in the lower abdomen, as if the left chest had been hollowed out by someone, it was very uncomfortable and depressing.

But, life is still going on.

(End of this chapter)