My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 48

The sound of kneeling bows from the maids came from the door, interrupting their conversation.Jing Bai cleverly jumped up from the bed, stood aside and winked at Hua Rumo, telling her not to do anything that would make the prince angry.

Accompanied by the piercing sound of wheels crushing the ground, Ying Yihan appeared in Hua Rumo's field of vision.

Today, he is wearing a dark purple embroidered brocade robe, a jade crown on his head, a jade belt around his waist, a crystal clear white jade pendant on his left side, and a pair of black combat boots with gold rims under his feet.

A head of shiny black hair was tied up high, with a few strands drooping down on the forehead, which had an unruly charm.Under the thick sword eyebrows, a pair of condensed eyes are as deep as a calm cold pool, the faint gaze is evil and indifferent, the high nose bridge, the thin lips like maple leaves, the tight side face, arrogant Chin, perfectly contoured.

Such handsome and resolute, exquisite facial features are natural, his gestures are full of elegance, and his whole body exudes a noble air of king.

If he ignored the wheelchair under him and came against the light, he would have the aura of dominating the world.

Hua Rumo's cold eyes were dim, she raised her eyes lightly to look at him, then lowered her eyes, after drinking a little water, her throat was not so dry and uncomfortable, her voice was soft and weak.

"Ru Mo greets the prince, please forgive me for not being able to get out of bed to salute."

Ying Yi's cold and indifferent black eyes presumptuously looked at the woman whose face was getting haggard, the dark light that flashed in his eyes couldn't escape his eyes, and he didn't feel his heart sank, he didn't know what it was like.

The voice said coldly. "Let's all go down."

Jingbai glanced at Hua Rumo worriedly, but had no choice but to retreat with the crowd, leaving only Hua Rumo and Ying Yihan in the room.

Ying Yihan rolled the wheelchair to the side of the bed, his sword eyebrows were lightly frowned, a glint of struggle flashed in his eyes, he didn't speak, the atmosphere was slightly awkward.

Hua Rumo raised her eyes, looked into his complex eyes, saw his gently raised hand, subconsciously retracted her body, not wanting to pull the wound on her shoulder with too much movement, the pain was unbearable, she took a few breaths air conditioner.

But after this action was done, she regretted it a little. Recalling that she had avoided him so obviously before, which made him angry and fixed her angry eyes on her, the feeling of chilling all over her body was unforgettable to this day.

Unknowingly raising her eyes slightly, Hua Rumo glanced at the man in front of her again, and changed the subject clumsily. "I don't know why the prince came to find my concubine."

Ying Yihan's eyes suddenly turned cold, his eyes condensed and overflowed with frost, his hands hanging in the air were clenched into fists, and a gust of cold wind blew from the wide-brimmed gold thread cuffs, his face was gloomy, as cold as a blade, and his voice was as deep as cold glow.

"Is that why you don't want to see the king?"

The eyebrows, whose flowers are like ink like distant mountains, slightly frowned, looking into the man's unsettled black eyes like sea water, looking at her angrily, his tense side face was frozen with ice and snow.

She didn't understand why he was suddenly angry, so she could only lower her eyes and reply in a low voice. "I dare not."

Suddenly, the armrest on the wheelchair was pinched off, and the sudden sound frightened Hua Rumo. Looking at the sound, he saw the five fingers of his right hand drooping, and the dark red liquid dripped slowly along the fingertips, but his expression was still cold. Like a knife's edge, his thin lips were tightly pressed, as if he was the one who was seriously injured.

The little hands in the sleeves were clenched uneasily, Hua Rumo was a little frightened, at this moment there was a pain from the wound that was greater than the pain, her face was pale and weak.

Ying Yi stared coldly at her black eyebrows that were wrinkled because of the pain, the cruel words he wanted to say were finally swallowed, his wrists were reversed, the wheelchair changed its direction, and slowly came out.

The concubine made the prince angry again.

Jing Bai frowned and looked at the angry back, sighing silently in her heart.

Her master is good-looking, gentle, and kind. In short, everything is good, but there is one bad thing, that is being too stubborn. If this problem can be corrected, it will not be difficult to live a prosperous and prosperous life in the Northland .

Jingbai sighed, pushed the door open and entered, hurriedly ran to the bed and looked worriedly at the master who frowned into the shape of a distant mountain, and asked in a low voice. "Princess, is there something wrong?"

Hua Rumo moved her shoulder lightly, but the pain was still severe, she raised her eyes and smiled slightly at her. "It's okay, this kind of injury needs to be nurtured carefully."

Hearing this, Jing Bai also frowned, sat down beside the bed and continued to persuade. "What did you do again? You made the prince angry again."

Her watery eyes were full of flowers like ink, and there was a weak dim light in her eyes, and she spoke after a while. "He asked me if I didn't want to see him, and I said I didn't dare, and then he left..."

Qing'er, who had just entered the door, happened to hear this sentence, and was so frightened that she almost threw the dinner out.

There was a rumor in the palace before that although Prince Han didn't like this Princess Heqin from the southern country, no matter what he did or said, Prince Han would not do anything to her.

From what I can see now, Lord Han is even more dependent on this unfavored and pro-princess than in the rumors.

one morning.

In the quiet wing room, there is an elegant and leisurely scent of sandalwood, and the rising green smoke makes the sight blurred.The misty warm sunlight poured down, climbed up to the corner of the window carved in mahogany, and diffused an intoxicating halo leisurely through the thin beige window paper.

With the passage of time, the mottled light slowly crawled into the room, illuminating the charming room, reflecting the slender figure struggling to sit up beside the bed.

Hua Rumo covered her lips in discomfort and coughed a few times, her face was as pale as the thin snow in winter, her chest heaved continuously due to the dull and rapid breathing, her hands were tightly clung to the side of the bed, and she slowly sat up.

(End of this chapter)