My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 184

For some reason, I have been feeling restless today, as if something bad was about to happen.

Ying Yihan put his eyes into the wine glass, his eyes seemed to fall on the woman in Chinese clothes in the center of the dance floor, but actually fell on the cold stone floor farther away, the silvery moonlight shone on the smooth glazed ground, reflecting other Such brilliance.

I recalled in my mind that the woman was not familiar with the sword dance at the banquet last time, with a light and soft sword in her hand, a light and graceful figure, and the silver long sword danced in an arc in the woman's hand.

Ying Yihan doesn't know much about dancing, but he knows something about rhythm, and he can faintly see that he was able to keep up with Ying Yichen's tossing and turning at first, but then he was a little unable to do so.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that Zizi has never lived a peaceful life since she was married to the North Country. She is always very thin and has no flesh in her arms, which makes people feel sorry for her.

Frowning, he drained the wine from the glass in his hand, shifted his gaze to the high platform, and happened to collide with Ying Yixuan's gaze.

Ying Yihan narrowed his indifferent icy eyes, poured the good wine, raised the glass, and made a toast to Ying Yixuan, doing it first.

Such a calm posture made the arrogant Ying Yixuan feel like a clown for no reason, hatred entrenched in his heart like a poisonous snake, making him breathless.

Curling the corners of his mouth, his gentle voice was extremely penetrating. "King Han is the pillar of the Northern Kingdom. Now that the dynasty has descended to the north and invaded our dynasty, the frontier is in a hurry. The burden of driving him out of the Northern Kingdom is on you. On behalf of the people of the Northern Kingdom, I offer you a toast."

As soon as Ying Yixuan finished speaking, the people present quickly echoed and raised their glasses one after another. "The minister waits to respect King Han."

Ying Yixuan had just ascended the throne, so he anxiously assigned Ying Yihan to the frontier. In the eyes of the common people, this move was considered to be brotherly love. One masters the inside and the other masters the outside. In fact, even experienced officials know that this is considered a A means of exile.

Distributed to the frontier, gradually away from the government, and finally played the role of stripping power.

Ying Yihan's expression was not turbulent, he picked up the wine glass, and poured it down. He has been withdrawn since he was a child, and he was very unpleasant among the princes, so he developed the habit of talking less. He used to be irritable and rebellious , Now when things happen calmly, don't be surprised by favor or shame.

The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty couldn't help re-evaluating in their hearts.

At this moment, a guard dressed in black walked in quietly, and whispered something in Ying Yihan's ear, but seeing a trace of panic on the originally silent face, he got up to say goodbye to Ying Yixuan and left in a hurry There was a banquet.

Ying Yixuan stared at Ying Yihan's figure that was going further and further away, his gentle and elegant eyes narrowed dangerously, and shot out a cruel cold light.

Now he is already the emperor, no matter how powerful Ying Yihan is, he is bound to win Hua Rumo.

Before I knew it, it was snowing again, and the snowflakes were flying one after another, casting an intoxicating brilliance all over the place.

Prince Han's Mansion and Hanxuan Pavilion were in a mess.

The neck of the green dress was cut open by the long sword, blood flowed all over the ground, and he had already died, the sword in the abdomen of the red dress, the breath was free, and the white clothes all over his body were dyed red. The heart elixir barely saved his life.

Seeing Ying Yihan, Hong Yi lowered his eyes, and his weak voice suppressed the extreme pain. "My lord, the red dress is guilty of failing to protect the princess."

"Stop talking, let's heal your wounds first." Ying Yihan frowned tightly, his sharp eyes scanned the audience, and landed on the wound on Luyi's neck, he already knew who was talking about it.

"Where are Jingbai and Dong'er? How are they?" Ying Yihan turned around and asked Qingfeng.

"If you go back to the prince, Jingbai and Dong'er are fine. They went to the dining room to prepare lunch for the princess. When they came back, they found that the princess was taken away. They were just frightened." Qingfeng clasped his fists and replied.

"Okay, I got it." Yingyi narrowed his cold and charming eyes slightly, thought for a while, and walked towards Xiyan's wing.

When Ying Yihan came to Xiyan's wing, Xiyan was taking a nap when she saw Ying Yihan walk in angrily, got up slowly, and saluted him. "My concubine has met the lord, please greet the lord."

"Enough!" Ying Yihan waved his hands in disgust, his cold eyes swept over the servants in the room, the servant girls shivered and quickly retreated, only Ying Yihan and Gu Xue were in the room.

Ying Yihan took a step forward, with overwhelming anger rushing to the top of his head, his heart was full of fear, he couldn't breathe, he didn't dare to imagine what would happen if Hua Rumo had something wrong. "Where did you get Hua Rumo?"

Xiyan's beautiful eyes turned, and her eyes fell on Ying Yihan calmly, as if she was not afraid of him, her cherry lips parted slightly and exhaled like blue. "Ying Yihan, I told you that if you don't do what I say, you will regret it sooner or later. You can yell at me, do you dare to yell at the saint? Do you dare to resist her?"

Ying Yi's cold and charming eyes narrowed tightly, shooting out a dangerous cold light, his big hands in his sleeves were slowly tightened, and then let go, speaking with ice. "Saint..."

(End of this chapter)