My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 44

In Fengqi Palace, in front of the mirror, Jingbai is dressing Huarumo, with a pair of big smart eyes shining softly.Eyes rolling, she couldn't help asking gossip. "Is the prince interested in you? He is going to ascend the throne in the future, and today he will give you all the clothes that symbolize his status. I think you might as well just follow his wishes and enter the palace to be a concubine or something." good."

The beauty in the mirror pursed her lips and smiled, her thin lips parted slightly, and said with a teasing smile. "If you mess up the mandarin ducks like this, Yuelao will be angry."

Hearing this, Jingbai raised her delicate face and said with air. "Why is Yuelao so angry? He still has to thank me. If it wasn't for him messing around, you wouldn't have to marry Qi Ye. He doesn't treat you well..."

Hua Rumo took off the gold hairpin from her head, casually picked up a white jade hairpin on the table and inserted it into her bun, laughing. "It's so reasonable, so should I work harder to compare with the princess concubine and show a few more faces in front of the prince?"

Jing Bai was overjoyed, and said quickly. "That's for sure. At that time, you will be the crown princess. If you work hard to become the queen, you will be the master of the six palaces."

Hua Rumo shook her head with a smile, her eyes were shining brightly, but when she looked back, the smile froze on her face.

He got up in a hurry, pulled Jing Bai Fu to salute. "Ru Mo has met the prince, all blessings to the prince."

Jingbai looked at the man who was as cold as jade in front of her eyes, her knees went limp in fright, and she knelt down on the ground, trembling. "Wang... lord..."

"What? The princess wants to be a queen?" The wheelchair made a piercing sound as it was pressed against the clean floor.

Hua Rumo straightened her back, bent her knees, and said softly. "Rumo dare not. I was just joking with Jingbai just now."

Ying Yihan smiled instead of anger, a chilling smile appeared on Leng Mei's face, leaning forward, he raised Hua Rumo's small chin, clenched his index finger, leaving a sinister white mark. "My king sees that you have nothing to dare."

Hua Rumo's face was as white as paper, her eyes were full of tears, and her heart was filled with fear.

Ying Yihan was moody, cold as ice, and ruthless. He was smiling at the moment, but it made her heart as cold as if she had fallen into a cold pool.

Now, she is not perfect, and she will be exposed sooner or later. At that time, I don't know how he will treat her.

"If the lord is suspicious like Mo, then he will rest like Mo." She gritted her teeth, and slowly uttered these words.

Ying Yihan's eyes became colder, the smile on his face deepened, the corners of his mouth curled up, a half-smile, not a smile, even though it was already May and the weather was getting warmer, Hua Rumo still felt like being in an iceberg, it was frighteningly cold.

After a long time, uncharacteristically, he suddenly laughed, gently lifted the woman's small and delicate chin, and announced domineeringly. "Hua Rumo, even if this king divorces you, you are still my king's man, regardless of life or death."

On the way back home, Hua Rumo felt like sitting on pins and needles, every time she was alone with him, the two would always have troubles.For this reason, Jingbai said a lot about her, she was his princess in name, and it was reasonable and reasonable for him to do anything to her.

However, I have a stubborn temper, and I just refuse to commit myself to a person who has no feelings.When facing General Yu's aggression that day, she was impressed.

The concubines in the mansion are all with prominent backgrounds. She thought that he could survive until now. Firstly, the prince did not find a chance to do it. Secondly, because the court favored his ministers, she did not expect this man to be somewhat masculine. .

Thinking of this, Hua Rumo couldn't help frowning, and squinted at the handsome and charming man who was leaning on the soft couch with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, Ying Yihan opened his cold eyes, and when his eyes met, time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Hua Rumo withdrew her cold gaze indifferently, raised her slender hands lightly to lift the curtains hanging on both sides of the carriage, but the next moment her waist was embraced from behind, she fell into a cold embrace, sat on the man and Not as skinny legs as they look.

"You..." She looked back angrily, she hadn't started to struggle, but saw that the original silk on the curtain was torn from the middle, and a sharp arrow struck with the force of a whirlwind.

"There are assassins! Protect the prince!"

The carriage was driving on the rough and bumpy path, and there were irregular sound of horseshoes and sharp arrows whizzing past from behind.

"Mo Ying, take the lord first." Qingfeng's slightly impatient voice came from outside the carriage, and then he jumped in the air, and took the two accompanying guards to meet the arrows.

"Your subordinates take orders!" With a wave of Mo Ying's long sword, one of them jumped up to the front of the carriage, raised his whip suddenly, and the brown horse neighed, and drove swiftly like a whirlwind.

Hua Rumo reluctantly supported the wooden railing to prop up her body. Through the curtain blown away by the wind, she squinted her clear eyes and looked at the killers who were chasing after her. They were all dressed in black night clothes, well-trained and with extraordinary skills. , analyze calmly. "These people don't look like ordinary assassins. If I'm not mistaken, they should be a well-trained killer organization, just like the people I met that night."

Ying Yihan turned his head to follow the sound, and looked at the woman beside him. His long black hair was tousled by the wind, but there was a natural beauty of grooming. His long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his clear and moving eyes narrowed slightly, as if they were blooming Pure white camellia in the water mist, thin lips tightly pursed, and his words were firm and steady, without the slightest appearance of panic and panic when encountering a sneak attack.

The chest rises and falls in the shallow breath, the unique fragrance of the body lingers under the nose, and the slightly raised hair dances on the cheeks, like a quiet and independent beauty, elegant and peerless.

(End of this chapter)