My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 193

The lunch meal was very light, with a taste of the southern country. Ying Yihan was not used to eating, so he put down his chopsticks before eating a few yuan, and looked at the petite woman sitting beside him.

Hua Rumo sleeps with her clothes on, and her white dress is wrinkled because of sleeping. Although her body has recovered, she is still very thin. The clothes that originally fit her body are slightly loose and baggy, and she looks lazy and slow. feeling.

Exquisite and delicate face, the scar on the left cheek has been healed, a trace of blush overflows from it, the bright and clear eyes are full, the chopsticks are tremblingly held by the not-so-dexterous fingers, and the food is picked up one by one and put into the mouth, the petal-like thin lips are dyed A layer of bright light was applied, like honey, making it difficult to look away.

Hua Rumo ate for a while, feeling her fingers were a bit tired, she put down her chopsticks and looked at Ying Yihan.

The four eyes met, and the two throbs passed on from generation to generation.

Hua Rumo was defeated by the stare, took a deep breath, suppressed the thumping thoughts, pretended to be calm, picked up the chopsticks again, took two bites, glanced at the bowl and chopsticks that Ying Yihan put aside, Unconsciously looked up at him. "Is it because you are not used to the food of the southern country?"

Ying Yihan shook his head with a faint smile, but said in his heart, this woman is very shrewd, she can tell what's on her mind just by looking at him, there is really no secret.

He picked up the chopsticks and continued to eat, but it felt a bit tasteless. After a moment of distraction, he heard the woman's soft voice coming from his ears.

"I didn't expect that the cook from the southern country was still in the palace, and I thought he had already run away with the bedroll on his back."

Ying Yihan raised his eyes, looked into the woman's smiling eyes, hesitated for a moment, and said in a deep voice. "Flowers like ink..."

"My lord." Hua Rumo interrupted him.

The era of bloody storms in the Northern Kingdom's court is probably coming soon. Not long after marrying in the Northern Kingdom, she has already heard about the disputes among the princes of the Northern Kingdom. Although it is not appropriate to say this, the throne should indeed belong to Ying Yihan.

In terms of emotion and reason, public and private, he is more suitable to be the emperor than Ying Yixuan.

"Flowers are like ink..." Ying Yihan frowned, and wanted to speak, but the woman filled his mouth with a piece of fish, his voice was muffled, filled with indescribable joy.

"I'm not your weakness, and I won't be your stumbling block." Hua Rumo bent her mouth, put down her chopsticks, took a sip of water, and then raised her eyes to reveal a smile.

In fact, this smile was forced out.

What will happen in the future, Hua Rumo really doesn't know, and she is not fully sure, what will happen to herself when she really has to make a choice, or whether Ying Yihan can come back alive is unknown because of the rapid changes on the battlefield.

But at least, it is enough that the two of them are still alive and together.

——I am not your weakness, nor will I be your stumbling block.

Ying Yihan pondered for a moment, but when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't look away, couldn't let it go. Compared with it, Hua Rumo was more masculine, he smiled wryly and shook his head, picked up the glass that the woman drank from and drank it down , Slightly squinting cold eyes, lazy and dangerous eyes, like a dozing lion looking at Hua Rumo.

"What? Why are you staring at me? Are you full?" Hua Rumo looked away.

"Not full." Ying Yihan said slowly, his voice was deep and charming. "But this king thought of another way to feed himself."

Hua Rumo looked at him suspiciously, before he could understand the meaning of the words, he had already been hugged horizontally, subconsciously grabbed his clothes tightly, and shouted. "My lord..."

Jingbai and Dong'er looked at each other, they understood, quickly packed up the table and retreated, leaving space for the two of them.

Hua Rumo was placed on the bed, she was taken aback for a moment, she was already pressed on the bed, her back sank into the soft quilt, there was a faint fragrance on the bed, and her nose was full of fragrance.

"You..." Hua Rumo subconsciously stretched out her hand to push him, her slender arm like a lotus root was grabbed, her slightly rough hand slid across her delicate skin, and grabbed her dishonest little hand, fingering each other Pressed against the side of the body, the body could not help stretching closer to the cold and hard chest.

"You, what are you going to do..." Hua Rumo heard her voice vibrate because of panic, it sounded like coquettishness, she moved her tightly squeezed wrist, her watery eyes were foggy, and muttered softly. "pain……"

This fragile little figure fell into Ying Yihan's eyes, and he let go subconsciously, not wanting to pinch her, but after the woman's hands were released, she pushed her away and shrank back to the bed.

Ying Yihan was taken aback for a moment, and smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up. "Presumptuous, how dare you lie to me."

(End of this chapter)