My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 117

Probably because he has never had the experience of liking someone before, he didn't know whether this carefully put away feeling was liking, but he knew from the last time when she heard her whispering 'my fate is up to me', this woman is destined to be burned on heart.

There are two types of women in this world, those who get what they ask for and those who don't hesitate to get it. It is obvious that Hua Rumo belongs to the former type for him.

"Yichen?" Hua Rumo's voice was soft and soft, as if it came from far away. "Is there something uncomfortable? Your complexion is not very good..."

Ying Yichen came back to his senses suddenly, suppressed the disappointment in his eyes, and pulled up the corners of his mouth to reveal a magnificent smile. "Don't underestimate Ben Taisui, although he is not as strong as Seventh Brother in martial arts, mere minor injuries can't hurt me."

Speaking of Ying Yihan, Hua Rumo pursed her lips.

Ying Yichen frowned lightly, opened the folding fan and shook it lightly, wondering if he should tell her some words or not, after thinking about it, how could Hua Rumo be so smart, how could he not know, he hesitated now because he cared.

That's not bad, at least Seventh Brother, who has been lonely for so many years, has someone who can accompany him.

Ying Yichen picked up the teacup, and the tea leaves floated inside, reflecting the man's slightly closed eyes, "Ru Mo, sometimes what the eyes see and what the ears hear may not be true."

Hua Rumo didn't understand yet, Ying Yichen looked at the gradually darkening sky, "I don't have a thousand cups of wine when I meet a bosom friend, I wanted to stay and drink a thousand cups with you, but I suddenly remembered something else, so let's say goodbye first .”

Seeing Ying Yichen's figure gradually disappearing into the darkness, Hua Rumo frowned, forcing herself not to think about the wonderful dance she saw when she first entered the hall, after dinner and reading for a while, she lay down on the bed Insomnia again.

Xu Shi slept too late last night, tonight he just rolled over a little and passed in a daze.

On the other side, in the sleeping hall, the lights were brightly lit, and the flickering and dancing candlelight reflected on Ying Yi's face as cold as a knife's edge, showing a somewhat cold and pale face.

Su Mo sat in the inner room and glanced at the handsome man sitting in the wheelchair. He was wearing a milky white robe, probably because he was about to go to bed. The clothes were loose and messy, and the dark yellow halo outlined the With a cold and hard silhouette, the nearly perfect side face is tense, thin lips are slightly pursed and overflowing with frost, holding a bamboo scroll, when he sees something, his sword eyebrows are lightly frowned, and his slender fingers are flipping the scroll, his movements are elegant and luxurious, revealing With an innate aristocratic spirit.

Just looking at it like this, Su Mo felt a little itchy in his heart, like a breeze blowing on his face, when Ying Yihan didn't smile, especially when his cold eyes were slightly squinted, the rebelliousness and arrogance exuded from his whole body could completely make people Ignore the obtrusive wheelchair.

Does such a perfect man belong to him?

Su Mo thought of the numbness he felt when his cool hands brushed his body last night. It turns out that someone who can't do things like a man and a woman can make a woman so happy.

Thinking of this, his cheeks became hot, and the eyes that looked at Ying Yihan were somewhat charming, but the man was too focused on reading, and he didn't even look at her.

Su Mo tugged at his clothes, his tall figure swayed slightly behind the screen, revealing his shaved shoulders, and slowly walked out from behind the screen, came to Ying Yihan and squatted down at eye level with him. "My lord..."

Ying Yihan raised his eyes indifferently, his eyes glanced at the woman's bare shoulders, and he frowned indistinctly, he really didn't understand that other women were all wooing him and trying to please him in every possible way, Hua Rumo was cautious when she was alone with him , cold and clear, especially when touching, the disgust and panic in the eyes cannot be concealed, like a rock weighing on the heart and unable to breathe.

Seeing that Ying Yihan's gaze fell directly on her, Su Mo pursed her lips, and boldly touched the man's thigh with her hand, but was caught at the moment of touching, and an extremely indifferent voice came from above her head. "Su Mo, I don't like to be disturbed when I'm reading. I think it's your first offence. If there is a next time, don't want this hand."

Su Mo was frightened by the cold eyes, knelt down with a puff, and quickly apologized. "Mo'er knows he's wrong, so please ask the prince to calm down."

The man's cool body temperature came from the held wrist, Su Mo couldn't help frowning, wondering why the man's hands were so cold.

Ying Yihan's mind couldn't help flashing across the woman's humble salute, but her posture was not humble, and she didn't know if she was sleeping now. The queen might have threatened her when she came to her, but fortunately she was like a flower, The mind is weak and can not be restrained by others.

Why did you think of her again!
Ying Yihan frowned angrily, forced himself to focus on the kneeling woman, looked at the tall and slender Miaoman's figure, but felt dull, said indifferently. "Get up, stop kneeling."

Time travels, non-stop day and night, and it is three days in a blink of an eye.

On this day, when Hua Rumo was still accompanying Ji Ling in the Buddhist hall of Fengqi Palace, there was a notification from outside, saying that it was Crown Princess Yue Mengman who came to pay her respects.

Ji Ling couldn't help frowning. Since Yue Mengman tried to embarrass Hua Rumo at the banquet last time, her image plummeted in her heart. Compared with it, Hua Rumo, who was calm and composed, had already won before she fought back. .

Yue Mengman was wearing a light blue long floral dress with a floor covering, and a thick white cloak. The pure color made her face more delicate and refined. Her jet-black hair was pulled up casually, and her makeup was very light. If you look closely, it is somewhat similar to the flowery bun.

"The concubine pays respects to the queen mother, and the queen mother is auspicious." Yue Mengman saluted respectfully and generously, and the surprise on his face could not be concealed after giving the seat, "Queen mother, the concubine is pregnant!"

(End of this chapter)