My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 72

The moonlight is like silver, black as ink.

The cool wind blows the luxuriant branches and leaves of the old trees, making a rustling sound, which is especially harsh in this silent night, making people sleepless due to irritability.It was midsummer at this time, but the air at night was not stuffy, probably because it was located in a quiet place near the lake, Hua Rumo inexplicably felt that the wind blowing in from the window was slightly cool, and the air was damp and very uncomfortable.

The luxurious soft couch made of mahogany, finely crafted and finely textured, and the thin cotton quilt sewn with fine satin, is silky in the hand, and the soft little hands are lightly placed on the thin quilt, and the silk is stroked with the belly of the fingers. It should be because of changing places to sleep, or because Jing Bai was not there, or because Ying Yihan was alone in the room, even though he was sick, she was still very afraid of him.

Although he couldn't fall asleep, he didn't dare to turn around at will, and even though he left her to wait in the bedroom, Ying Yihan seemed to be too sick to even bother to look at her, but when he gave him the medicine, he said 'too sweet'.

Hua Rumo didn't know what kind of medicine he was drinking. The bitter taste was very strong, unlike ordinary medicines for relaxing tendons, activating blood circulation, and injury from falls. Too sweet...

Thinking of this, she turned over lightly, the thin quilt slipped down and her heart felt cold.Thinking back to when I first traveled to this strange world, she was weak and sick, and there was no extra bed in the cold palace. Concubine Mei sat by the bed night after night, guarding her and protecting her. Concubine will also find rock sugar and put it in the bowl.

I don't know how the mother and concubine are doing recently?Did she obey the arrangement and marry obediently to the North Country, the queen would really keep her word and restore her status as a noble concubine, riches and honors, and endless enjoyment. Although she knew that this was not what the indifferent mother and concubine wanted, she couldn't protect herself She can only do her best to protect her mother and concubine.

At this moment, she thought of Xia Ziye again. She didn't know who that masked man was, but he must be someone based on his world-class martial arts and skill.And Xia Ziye's dispatch of Shiyi Jie to take her away should have been done in secret, so how could anyone know?Who was the shadow guard that the masked man was talking about that day?

Hua Rumo was thinking too hard, but couldn't figure it out, as if she was caught in the vortex of conspiracy and power and couldn't get out, so she could only make a decision in her heart, next time she saw Xia Ziye, she must talk to him calmly .

The wind outside the window was stronger, blowing the candlelight and swaying, a moan suddenly sounded in the quiet room, scaring Hua Rumo, who was still thinking "I don't know if I can go back to the southern country in this life, to meet my mother and concubine" With a jump, he subconsciously looked towards the inner room.

This is not the one that the concubines enter during the day, but the remote and quiet inner courtyard of the dormitory, which looks like an abandoned ancient house. It is simple, simple, elegant, and the ornaments are all carved and displayed in white marble. The color is single and regular. It is hard to imagine that a prince who looks very decadent from the outside will decorate his special room to look like a scholar.

So perverted.

Hua Rumo thought this in her heart, shrank her thin body into the quilt, this time she really heard the groan.

After hesitating for a moment, he cautiously climbed up from the soft couch, walked around the large splash-ink landscape screen, first stood outside and looked around for a while, and then tentatively called out. "My lord?"

The answer to her was silence and fragments of dreams, she couldn't hear what was said.

Hua Rumo stood where he was, without Ying Yihan's promise, he didn't dare to enter the inner room easily, but he was afraid that he would not be able to survive tonight because of his serious illness, his black jewel-like eyes reflected the darkness, he gritted his teeth, and tried to lighten the room as lightly as possible. He came to the bed sideways, and with the swaying silver moonlight, he saw clearly the person who was sleeping restlessly on the bed.

His face was as pale as paper, lifeless, his sword eyebrows were tightly knit as if he had fallen into a terrible dream, his cold black eyes were closed tightly, his thin lips like maple leaves squirmed, and his deep voice was hoarse and weak, "Please, Don't hurt my concubine..."

Hua Rumo's pale eyes were startled, and she shouted softly. "My lord? You, are you not feeling well?"

(End of this chapter)