My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 179

When Hua Rumo woke up again, it was already noon, her body felt less uncomfortable, and the bed was warm, making her feel an urge not to get up.

The man beside him was gone long ago, only the thin red thread tied on his little finger, and a thin red mark landed on his skin, showing an ambiguous and peaceful color.

After a moment of distraction, Jingbai and Dong'er walked in, seeing her open her eyes, the two women were crying like tears, Hua Rumo had an illusion, as if they were the ones who had lost their child.

"Okay, okay, am I okay?" Hua Rumo sighed, and Jingbai, who was crying fiercely, winked at Dong'er who had calmed down a little.

Dong'er understood, wiped her tear-stained eyes, and changed the subject. "Sister Jingbai, let's wait for the princess to get up and wash up."

Hearing this, Jingbai also wiped away her tears, and hurriedly waited for Hua Rumo to get up with Dong'er.

After breakfast, an unexpected visitor came.

"Sister Wangfei, Xiyan heard about your miscarriage, so I came to visit you." The woman entered the room with a graceful figure, bowed to the flowers like ink, her gestures were indescribably charming and elegant.

Xiyan has a pair of extremely beautiful big eyes, as if she could speak, her pupils turn in all manner of amorous feelings, her eyes are as clear as glass, and there is a hidden edge, a pair of willow-leaf curved eyebrows, curved into the arc of the distant mountains, under her small and exquisite nose, a piece of Petal-like thin lips are slightly hooked, and the smile is very shallow, but very beautiful. She is wearing a turquoise floor-length dress and a black cloak. Her steps are light and graceful, like a dancing fairy falling into the mortal world. .

Hua Rumo put down the scroll in his hand, glanced lightly, the charming and beautiful woman with winking eyes like silk, smiled and nodded. "Thank you sister for visiting, I'm fine now."

Hua Rumo has some impressions of her, she is one of the two wives brought back by Ying Yihan from the palace, Su Mo has been kicked out of the palace, the remaining one is Xi Yan, including Angel who is no longer cared about , Ying Yihan's current wives and concubines are only the three of them.

"Sister, you look pretty good." Xiyan swayed her floor-length skirt with an indescribably graceful appearance. She came to the opposite of Hua Rumo and sat down lightly. Don't be disgusted."

After speaking, he waved his hand at the servant girl.

The maid stepped forward and respectfully handed over the packaged herbs.

Hua Rumo's dark eyes glanced, then turned to look at Jingbai, Jingbai took the herb knowingly, saluted Xiyan, and put it in the inner room.

Xi Yan's vivid eyes looked around the room, with a smile on her lips, she turned her head suddenly, and looked at Hua Rumo with charming eyes. "The prince is really considerate to the princess. He gave all the charcoal he used for the winter to his sister. This makes my sister very envious."

Hua Rumo's eyes froze for a moment, and she stared at Xi Yan in a daze, with a puzzled look on her face.

Xiyan covered her lips and smiled lightly, full of charm. "My sister must not know that the royal family of the Northern Kingdom has already started to practice strict conservation. The amount of charcoal used every year, including the prince and concubine, is fixed. If you use too much, it will be more difficult to apply for it again... ..."

Hua Rumo had heard about this matter. Before that, she was thinking of saving a little so as not to be able to survive the winter. Later, Ying Yihan sent someone to bring charcoal. She preliminarily estimated that it would be enough for the winter, so she didn't bother. His share.

Hua Rumo pursed her lips and remained silent.

With Xi Yan's vivid eyes, his indifferent gaze fell on the woman.

Hua Rumo, who only wore a plain white shirt, sat at the table and was unobtrusive. Her three-thousand blue hair may have just been bathed, and water was still dripping from the tip of her hair. The jet black was draped softly against her back, and her eyebrows were like a smoldering moon. Dai brush strokes lightly, black eyes as clear as autumn water, slightly straight nose bridge, small mouth, coupled with a weak and flushed cheek, the scar on the left side of the face has disappeared, the face is like a peach blossom, very beautiful.

However, what stands out about the woman is the cold and weak temperament that exudes from all over her body, like a breeze passing by slowly, making people unpredictable. When facing each other, the dark eyes seemed to flash, taking the soul away.

No wonder Ying Yihan is fascinated by her, his face like ink is his capital, but his body has an elegant temperament like a breeze, which makes people unable to take their eyes off.

In contrast, Xi Yan felt that her well-dressed attire seemed vulgar.

Curving the corners of his mouth, smiling indifferently, he picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then seemed to speak unintentionally. "Seeing that the princess is safe and sound, my sister is relieved. I heard from the prince the night before yesterday that my sister is unconscious, and I miss her very much."

The day before yesterday... night...

Where did Ying Yihan go to her?
Hua Rumo still maintains a decent and generous smile, but there is an inexplicable sourness in her heart. Xiyan is not an ordinary woman. .

Then she said a few more words, turned and left, leaving Hua Rumo sitting at the table in a daze.

Ying Yihan likes her, she knows it, but in ancient times three wives and four concubines were common, so can she force him to only marry herself and pamper herself alone?

Hua Rumo read the book for a while, but always recalled Xi Yan's words in her mind, and suddenly lost the leisure and elegance of reading.

In this way, at night, the moon and stars were thin, the night was quiet, and the sky began to snow again.

Hua Rumo leaned against the bed, listening to the sound of snowflakes falling outside the window, and the sizzling charcoal burning in the stove. The skin penetrates into the bottom of the heart.

That kind of girlish feelings that had been abandoned for a long time broke in like this. Xi Yan was very beautiful and gentle, and could please men better than herself, and it was normal for Ying Yihan to be interested in her.

What's wrong with me, it doesn't look like flowers are like ink to be so worried about gains and losses.

Hua Rumo waited for a long time, but still no one entered the house, so she summoned Jingbai and Dong'er angrily, blew out the candles early, took off her coat and fell asleep.

The snow fell even more heavily, one after another, and fell on Ying Yihan's hair and shoulders, accumulating thin layers of snowdrifts. He got off his horse, and his tiger-skin combat boots clattered on the ground with thin ice. ring.

Qingfeng greeted him, covered his face with his hands, and whispered something in Ying Yihan's ear.

Ying Yihan's star-like eyes dimmed a bit, he stopped walking towards Hanxuan Pavilion, turned around and walked in the other direction, which was the wing of concubine Xiyan.

(End of this chapter)