My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 106

Hua Rumo took a deep breath, her clear eyes drooped, her indifferent eyes showed a bit of shock, she bowed her knees and saluted. "I dare not."

Ying Yi's cold and charming icy eyes narrowed slightly, his slightly cold eyes fell on Hua Rumo's delicate and charming face, and a nameless anger burst out of his heart, he could treat others with tenderness, even if he came to beg him, It's also this clear and cold look.

"Even dare to fool the emperor and empress, this king sees that you have nothing to dare!"

Hua Rumo was stunned for a moment, and looked at him with a puzzled face, then thought of her clumsy sword dancing performance at the banquet that day, but Ying Yihan saw it, "My lord is serious, I just feel that Qingfeng The punishment is too severe, besides, there is no serious problem between the concubine and Xian Wang..."

Hua Rumo's words were rudely interrupted by Ying Yihan, and the voice mixed with suppressed anger seemed to come from far away, "Is there any serious problem? Do you know how seriously Yichen was injured?"

Yingyi's cold and prey eyes were as cold as ice and snow, his flowery ink eyes slightly enlarged, staring at the man's unusually indifferent face for a moment before he realized, "Thirteenth brother, he..."

Why did no one tell her that Ying Yichen was injured.

There was a trace of tension on Hua Rumo's indifferent face, and then he returned to normal in just a moment, his eyes were clear and watery, showing a bit of worry, seeing Ying Yihan's eyes, but he frowned involuntarily.

Even when she heard that Ying Yichen was injured, she would show a slightly worried look, and she didn't know when she would treat herself like this.

A little jealous, a little envious, Ying Yihan's eyes became more and more cold, but when he was about to speak, Hua Rumo spoke first.

"The thirteenth brother left the mansion with my concubine. If it is said that Qingfeng was guilty of failing to protect him, then the concubine who played with him should also be guilty. I am willing to be punished."

Ying Yihan laughed back angrily, the woman's delicate and glamorous face was reflected in the cold and deep eyes, and he said in a deep voice with his sword eyebrows tightly frowned. "Hua Rumo, do you really think that this king dare not punish you?"

On Ying Yihan's picturesque face, the flash of injury was quickly replaced by the habitual coldness. Seeing in Hua Rumo's eyes, she frowned slightly, more and more confused about what this man was thinking. something, but whatever he wanted to do had nothing to do with her.

Hua Rumo lowered her eyes again, bowed her knees and saluted. "I dare not think so."

Ying Yihan's eyes froze, he looked at the woman with eyes as cold as ice, and suddenly smiled, showing an indescribable beauty. "Are you begging for Qingfeng? Then, show a begging attitude."

Jingbai was already a little tired, it was his limit to not pass out when he was assassinated last night, and he knelt down with Qingfeng for another night, the early autumn sun was cold and fierce, and the open door behind him poured in the cold wind, blowing his hair and flying , Feeling a little cold and a little hot for no reason.

Could it be a fever? Jingbai brushed her hair, which was blown by the breeze, behind her ears, and touched her sickly flushed cheeks. The hot temperature came from her fingertips, but her body felt cold again and again. .

Slightly raised his eyes to look at the man kneeling beside him, Qingfeng's appearance is very handsome, his facial features are three-dimensional and soft, if it weren't for his pair of insightful black eyes, and the long sword often worn around his waist, he would have looked like a man without arms. The son of the power to bind the chicken.

And this seemingly weak and harmless man turned out to be the personal bodyguard of Prince Han who was once famous all over the world. It is said that they are brothers from the same school, they are good sword dancers, and they are even well-known in the world.

The line of sight moved down slowly along the firm and perfect outline, and came to the cuffs embroidered with gold thread around the wrists. The slender fingers were fair and beautiful, the bones were pale, and the index finger was covered with a thick layer of calluses. The princess once said that those who practice swords usually have calluses on their hands.

The palm seems to still have the touch of the man's clenched fingers. In the busy city, Qingfeng's tall and straight back looks extraordinarily peaceful. Jingbai feels his heart beat faster for no reason, his breathing is a little tight, and his vision is blurred and unclear.

Qingfeng suddenly looked sideways, and the eyes of the two met in the air. She was as clear as a wing, and he was as firm as a pine.

"Jingbai? Are you uncomfortable?" Qingfeng frowned slightly, with a trace of worry on his expressionless face, subconsciously stretched out his hand to support the shaking Jingbai, but felt that this movement was too much. Overly intimate, the outstretched hand in the air looked extraordinarily awkward.

After all, Jingbai is still a girl who has not left the court, and she is willing to stay in the same room with him even though she is punished to kneel, which always feels awkward.

Qingfeng frowned and put down her hands, not knowing when she started to care about the so-called 'whether a man or a woman kisses or not'.

However, the woman's condition looked very bad, the redness of her cheeks became more and more obvious, and even her breathing was a bit difficult.

Qingfeng gritted her teeth, and tried to persuade the woman to go back first, but the woman stubbornly refused.

After a while, Qingfeng couldn't hold back anymore. He and Ying Yihan were both disciples of the "Sword Master" who were known in the Jianghu.

Ying Yihan is a dragon, and his soldiers will surely come to the city, Qingfeng has thought so since the first time he saw him fighting the enemy bravely on the battlefield a few years ago.

(End of this chapter)