My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 33

When Qingfeng walked to the door, he happened to hear the conversation between the master and the servant inside, and he was slightly taken aback.

The new concubine knows the current affairs and knows how to advance and retreat.

Today's Qingfeng was dressed in a dark blue satin brocade dress, with a jade belt tied around his waist, and a finely crafted saber hanging from his waist. When she started, she was even more majestic and graceful, causing the passing maids to turn their heads frequently, and when they met their eyes unexpectedly, they ran away shyly covering their faces.

Qingfeng frowned, with a puzzled expression on his face, not knowing what they were doing, and stood aside after knocking on the door.

When Jingbai came to open the door, she was already on fire, but the moment she saw Qingfeng, she felt even more depressed and angry, and asked angrily. "What's up?"

Qingfeng frowned lightly, then stretched it out, and cupped his hands. "Pass the emperor's oral order to announce that the prince and the princess will enter the palace."

"What, what?" Jing Bai, who was originally depressed, woke up instantly after being frightened by this sentence, and stammered. "The emperor, the emperor... wants to see the princess? What does he want to see the princess? Is he going to meet now? Can the emperor get up so early?"

Qingfeng twitched the corners of her mouth and looked at the woman who was much shorter than herself in front of her. The ink-dyed black hair was combed into two cute buns, a few bangs swayed on her forehead, her eyebrows were like floating moons in distant mountains, her eyes were like rippling autumn water, and her nose was small. Exquisite, with cherry lips as red as spots, waist as soft as silk, not enough to hold.

Contrary to Huarumo's coldness and indifference, Jingbai's temperament is lively and leisurely.How did these two people with completely opposite personalities get along for so long?

Qingfeng said with a cold, calm face. "The emperor's word is that you can enter the palace to see you."

After finishing speaking, the slender figure turned around, seeing that he was about to step out of the yard, Jingbai recovered from the surprise.The slender hands tightened his sleeves and said anxiously. "Then, see you in the palace, can Jingbai go with you?"

Qingfeng's cold eyes flowed, his eyes were a little colder, his eyes fell on the sleeves she was holding, and he frowned displeasedly.He doesn't like to be in contact with people, especially women.

Jingbai was taken aback by his suddenly cold face, and let go of her small hands like an electric shock, Shui Ling's big eyes blinked, and an extremely forced smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, which seemed to be flattering, but in fact she secretly said in her heart: Really What kind of master will have what kind of subordinates, this Qingfeng guard looks exactly the same as Lord Han when he is unhappy...

The sleeves were loosened, Qingfeng stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes were indifferent and without warmth, and his voice was cool. "Go if you want."

"It's so good..." Jing Bai suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, clapped her little hands, and her pupils smiled into crescents.Although this smile is not as cold as the flowers like ink, blooming like ice flowers, it is enough to light up the darkness of the early morning. "Thank you Qingfeng guard, Jingbai will go back and prepare to enter the palace."

After finishing speaking, before Qingfeng could respond, he put oil on the soles of his feet and ran back to the room in a hurry.

There is a special faint fragrance in the air, not as pungent as rouge, but elegant and delicate, which makes people feel happy.

Qingfeng's gaze followed her into the door, his brows knit like hills.

Suddenly remembering that he still had to prepare a carriage for the prince, an imperceptible strangeness flashed across his cold face, and he turned around and disappeared into the morning light.

When Hua Rumo appeared at the gate of the palace, Ying Yihan was already sitting high on the purple-gold-rimmed carriage with hollow railings, looking down at her.

Today, he is slightly dressed up, wearing a dark purple brocade robe with piping, showing his slender figure, with a dark black jade belt embedded with emerald and white jade, noble and elegant, and a pair of gray and black boots under his feet, making him even colder Charm.

At this time, he was lazily leaning on the soft couch, with ink-dyed black hair hanging on his chest, his sword eyebrows were slightly raised, full of evil spirits, and his cold eyes, as smooth as black jewels, were drooping, as deep as a cold pool. You can hook your soul away. The high nose bridge and slightly pursed thin lips all show his displeasure at this time. The tight jaw line is perfect, and the side face like a knife is hidden in the sun. More and more cold and charming.

At this time, he was evil, charming and frivolous, as handsome as a god descending from the mortal world, except for his slightly pale face, he did not look like he had been ill for a long time.

Hua Rumo raised her eyes and met his slightly squinted icy eyes. Maybe it was due to preconceived reasons. When she saw him, she remembered the desolation and cruelty before. There was an unspeakable fear and resistance in her heart. hit the carriage.

"Princess!" Jing Bai's eyes were quick, and she stretched out her arms to support her.But he felt a white shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and there was no figure of flowers like ink.

Her almond eyes widened, she blinked and blinked, looking at the empty palm, she couldn't react for a while.

Qingfeng frowned, showing a little helplessness on his cold face. He waved his big hand in front of her, pointed at the carriage, and motioned her to look in the direction of the carriage.

Jingbai looked at Qingfeng's fingers, her ruddy face showed an unbelievable expression.

Why is the princess...in the carriage?

Qingfeng ignored her, got on the horse, and waved an order. "Let's go!"

A dark purple luxury carriage drove slowly on the wide ancient road, leaving a mottled morning light.

(End of this chapter)