My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 130

Jingbai entered the room with displeasure, seeing Hua Rumo's eyes looking over, she quickly bent the corners of her mouth into a forced smile, walked lightly to the bedside, and faced Dong'er, the maid who was transferred not long ago. Said, "Give it to me, you go down and rest first."

Dong'er has a handsome appearance and a well-behaved personality. Seeing the tiredness on Jingbai's face, she shook her head in disapproval, "Sister Jingbai, you have stayed up for several nights, let Dong'er serve the princess tonight."

Listening to the girl's words, Jing Bai's heart warmed up, but she took the bowl and spoon from Dong'er's hand and smiled. "It's okay, I'll take care of you tonight, you can wait until tomorrow."

Dong'er wanted to say something else, but seeing that Jingbai had made up her mind, her nimble clear eyes flickered slightly, she sighed, and walked out slowly.

When closing the door, seeing Jingbai moving softly, blowing the slightly hot potion, scooping up spoonfuls of it, and sending it to Huarumo's mouth, she couldn't help frowning, a little confused, a little confused. Concubine Han is notorious and is a slut who can do her best. As a servant, although she has no right to choose a master, Jingbai is loyal to Concubine Han. After a few days of contact, it can be seen that although she is innocent but Not stupid, not foolishly loyal.

When I turned around, I saw the figure behind me. I was startled, and hurriedly saluted. Just as I was about to speak, I saw Qingfeng, who was outstanding in appearance, make a booing movement. Dong'er was slightly taken aback, and looked at the wheelchair sitting man.

At this time, Ying Yihan had changed from his previous attire, and was wearing a blue-black brocade robe embroidered with floating clouds and gold threads, and a belt inlaid with purple jade was tied around his waist. , the knife-sharpened side face was condensed with icy coldness.

It is rumored in the world that Prince Han is not only strong in martial arts, but also handsome in appearance. When I saw him today, he lived up to his reputation. Even sitting in a wheelchair, he still gave people an aristocratic air of looking down on the world and being invincible.

Yingyi's cold black eyes moved slightly, looking at the maid who was staring straight at him, and said in a deep voice. "You don't want these eyes anymore?"

Dong'er was taken aback for a moment, quickly lowered her eyes, and subconsciously lowered her voice. "My lord calm down."

Still clever, Ying Yihan frowned, waved his hand irritably to signal her to back down.

As if released, Dong'er quickly got up and ran out all the way. When she went out, she leaned on the wall and panted heavily, her soft little hand pressed her chest, and her heart was pounding.

Isn't this Prince Han rumored to be volatile, cold-blooded and ruthless?
Cold is a bit cold, but he is a person who knows rewards and punishments.

The autumn cold made Dong'er inexplicably cold, shivering, and walked slowly to the side room where the maid lived.

Unlike the two inside who don't know martial arts, even if Ying Yihan and Qingfeng didn't enter the house, with their excellent eyesight, they could still clearly see the scene inside through the cracks in the windows.

The current Huarumo can no longer be described as a beauty. Three thousand blue hairs are tied at the back of the head casually, a few fringes hang down from the forehead, the pale face is somewhat weak, like fragile ceramics, and the eyelashes are curved. Silhouettes were left on the cheeks, the originally watery and quiet eyes were dimmed, the fundus of the eyes was faintly covered with bloodshot eyes, the light beams of light and dark shone on the slightly straight nose bridge, the thin lips full of bloodstains were as red as fire, and the left cheek stood out ferociously. Scars, shocking, but covered by the woman's quiet and elegant temperament, will not appear ugly and scary.

This fragile and fragile appearance can arouse the conquering desire to protect the weak in my heart, wanting to care for her and protect her.

"It is said that beautiful women are disasters, but now you don't have to worry about becoming disasters!" Jing Bai's voice, pretending to be teasing, was clear and sweet.

"Is it really ugly?" Is there any woman who doesn't care about her appearance? Hua Rumo thinks she is not a saint, and she is still a little bit unwilling to be ruined. , instead of being obsessed with appearance, it is better to deal with it indifferently and accept it calmly.

Hua Rumo stretched out his hand and pushed the fallen bangs behind his ears, and the hideous scar on his left face was exposed to the dancing candlelight. He took the mirror and looked at it. It was indeed a little scary, and his slightly lifeless eyes flashed across. The dim light that is not easy to detect, but when he raised his eyes again, the sadness just now was gone, and he smiled at Jingbai, his tone was very soft and hoarse, and it was not pleasant to hear.

"I'm so ugly, walking with you just makes you more beautiful."

Jingbai's eye circles turned red, and the tears in her eyes swayed. She sniffed, snatched the bronze mirror and put it on the table, then went to the tearful candle and twisted the wick, so that the candle flame burned quietly and illuminated the whole world. One place is peaceful and fragrant.

Seeing such flowers like ink, Ying Yihan suddenly felt frustrated. The woman's smile and tenderness always belonged to others, and she was always cold and like an enemy to him. Thinking of that day when she pushed Xia Ziye away without hesitation, A sharp arrow pierced through his shoulder, his black eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his watery eyes were slightly raised, like a flash of fluorescence, looking at him calmly.

Ying Yihan's right hand trembled uncontrollably, and he clenched his fist suddenly.

Flowers are like ink, flowers are like ink, flowers are like ink...

These three words are about to drive him crazy. He knows that he can't have weaknesses, shortcomings, and can't be easily tempted, but time and time again he is soft-hearted to her, tempted by her, sentimental towards her, wants to have her, wants to Her smile bloomed for herself.

Su Mo returned to the boudoir in a daze. At the moment of closing the door, she leaned against the wooden door with her back, and the coolness spread from her back to her limbs. She shivered suddenly, and her heart twisted.

"Mrs. Su..." Her maid named Li Xiang, carefully took off the cloak from the screen in the inner room and put it on the woman's trembling shoulders. She reached out to lift her up, but was pushed away roughly.

"Get out! Get out of here!" Su Mo got up suddenly, pushed Li Xiang with too much force, and threw Li Xiang directly to the ground. Her beautiful eyes were stunned for a moment, and she narrowed her eyes slightly, her mind was full of provocations by this handsome and peerless man. When the chin is on the chin, the rare gentle eyebrows and eyes.

flowers like ink...

What he loves is Hua Rumo...

Su Mo smashed everything that could be smashed in the room, and the excessive noise woke up Xi Yan in the side room.

"Sister, are you there?" Xiyan was wrapped in a heavy cloak, her black hair was bundled up casually, her thin body shivered in the cold wind, she knocked lightly on the door, and put her ears on it to listen. He pursed his lips and shivered. "Sister? You open the door..."

With a creak, the door was pulled open, and what Xi Yan saw was Li Xiang with clear five fingers printed on her face, her eyes full of tears, and she bowed to her. "My maidservant greets Mrs. Xiyan."

(End of this chapter)