My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 206

But Hua Rumo knows that Ying Yihan has always had a knot in his heart, and that is her ten fingers. Every time he holds her hand, Qinghan's eyes are always full of guilt and incomprehensible emotions.

Hua Rumo pursed the corners of her lips, stretched her lips to look at him, knowing that Ling Qianmo's master must have made some unreasonable request, and smiled. "It really doesn't matter if it's cured or not. I also wish that my hands would be crippled so that I could do a lot less work."

Ying Yihan frowned even tighter, the more the woman said this, the more guilty she felt, why did she get angry with her in the first place, she was being tortured, and he was angry in Su Mo's room...

Every time I think of it, my heart hurts like a needle.

"No, I must heal your hand..." Ying Yihan couldn't help frowning. Although he said this, he knew that there is no other person in the world who can repair necrotic meridians except that expert. If he What should I do if I insist on threatening with that condition.

"Yihan..." Hua Rumo couldn't help shouting.

"I'm going to the morning court." Ying Yihan rolled over and got out of bed, and quickly put on a yellow robe and walked out of the bedroom under the service of the palace servants.

At the door, I met two brats who climbed the window.

"Royal Father..." The six-year-old Ying Feixue was the first to react, and hurriedly pulled her younger brother who was still muttering, "I can't hear what the Queen Mother said at all" to the bluish-faced Ying Yihan to salute.

"You two..." Ying Yihan glanced at the two little guys with big gray eyes with a slight headache, and turned his gaze to Dong'er who was trotting all the way towards Dong'er. "Dong'er, what's going on?"

"Your Majesty!" Dong'er hurriedly saluted, not daring to take a breath. "Returning to the emperor, Jingbai is busy with her wedding with Qingfeng these few days, servant girl... Numaid alone can't see these two spooky little fellows."

Needless to say, Ying Yi understood coldly, his eyes fell on a little guy who was looking at the sky and the ground, and said coldly. "Why don't you two stay in your room early in the morning, what are you doing out there?"

Four-year-old Ying Feijin was about to speak when Ying Feixue preempted her, "It's nothing, it's nothing, my brother and I... got lost, yes, my brother and I got lost!"

After speaking, as if afraid that Ying Yihan would not believe it, the little girl who looked seventy percent similar to him quickly scratched the back of her head, showing a very distressed look, her cute little face was full of half-truth and half-fake acquaintance.

Ying Yihan stared at her, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Although Ying Feixue is a daughter, she looks a little more like him, and her temper and personality are also very similar to his childhood, mischievous and mischievous, the roof of the entire harem was almost torn off by her.

Although Ying Feijin is a boy, she looks more like Huarumo. Although she has a three-year-old bun face, she has grown into a delicate and handsome appearance, and her personality is probably more like Huarumo, but she is not clever enough and a bit dull.

"Sister, Thirteenth Uncle obviously didn't say that to us!" Before Ying Yihan could react, Ying Feijin had already spoken. "Uncle Thirteen clearly said that the emperor father and the empress would play fun games in the morning, but he didn't take us to play...uh..."

Before he finished speaking, his mouth was covered by his sister. "Shut up!"

Ying Feixue looked at her younger brother with a headache, then at her sullen father, trembling with fright, quickly saluted, dragged Ying Feijin and ran away.

"Emperor, Your Majesty..." It wasn't until the two little guys ran all the way out of the yard that Dong'er came back to his senses slowly, looked at Ying Yihan's face that was getting darker and darker, and quickly imitated the little guys to salute, and then Turn around and run away.

This guy, Ying Yichen...

Ying Yihan frowned, and decided to have a good talk with his younger brother, to tell him what he could and couldn't say!

The morning court ended soon, and Ying Yihan was reviewing the memorial in the study when footsteps came from the door, and then a man dressed as a dark guard walked in and saluted him. "Your Majesty, Ling Qianmo begs to see you."

Ying Yihan was thinking about how he could get away with it, but when he really said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, he waved his hand. "Xuan!"

Ling Qianmo, dressed in white, followed behind the palace servants, and came to the study room to salute Ying Yihan. After hearing the word 'free from the ceremony', he raised his eyes with his usual gentle smile. "Your Majesty, Master and his elders have agreed to heal the concubine's finger!"

"What!" Ying Yihan couldn't help shouting out in surprise, then frowned and asked. "Your master didn't want to exchange conditions..."

Hearing this, Ling Qianmo's slender eyebrows couldn't help but frowned, and replied. "Master, the old man has a more suitable candidate."

At noon, when Hua Rumo was still waiting for Ying Yihan to come back for dinner, a hidden guard came to report that the emperor had something to do and asked her to eat first.

(End of this chapter)