My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 150

"Jingbai? What's wrong with you? Is it Xia Ziye..." With the support of An Jier, Hua Rumo sat up with difficulty, holding Jingbai's hand and exerting force continuously.

Jingbai raised her eyes, her vivid water eyes were slightly swaying, her tearful eyes were full of tears, and her face was full of anxiety and hesitation. When she touched Hua Rumo's sad eyes, she was taken aback. She knew that if there was really something wrong with Xia Ziye, Hua Rumo Mo will live in deep guilt all his life.

Gritting her silver teeth, she said cruelly. "My servant heard that the crown prince ordered General Xia to be executed at noon tomorrow!"

Hua Rumo's dark, slightly lifeless eyes widened, she felt dark in front of her eyes and almost fainted, and her heart gradually became cold. Is Ying Yihan still planning to help her?Did he overestimate his position in his heart?
That's right, Ying Yihan has endured humiliation for five years and devised strategies, so that one day he will be able to overturn the clouds and rain with his hands, so that those who framed him in the past will regret it, in order to make the current queen Ji Ling and the prince Ying Yixuan go back together. Driven out of the palace, now that Yingyuan Ji is terminally ill, I am afraid that there is not much time left, how could he take such a risky move at such a critical moment.

what to do?Did he just watch Xia Ziye get killed like this?

No, she can't just give up like this, even if there is a glimmer of hope, she has to try, and she can't let Xia Ziye die.

A flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and he propped himself up to the ground. "I'm going to find the prince."

"Princess!" Jing Bai screamed, holding onto the crumbling Hua Rumo, "What are you going to do like this, servant girl to call the prince over..."

After finishing speaking, Jing Bai's figure turned around and disappeared from the screen.

Angel frowned slightly, helped her to sit by the bed, and whispered. "You know you can't do it, but you are the stupidest in the world today."

Hua Rumo leaned against the bed weakly, half-closed her clear eyes, and smiled wryly. "Don't laugh at me for being stupid, there are people more stupid than me."

At this time, the sound of saluting in red and green came from outside the door, followed by a figure rolling on the ground in a wheelchair, and Ying Yihan in a black brocade robe embroidered with gold trim came into view.

"Anjier greets the lord, and the lord is blessed." Angel quickly got up, bowed gracefully to the person in the wheelchair, raised her hands and feet, although she was weak but not coquettish, her bright eyes were full of charm.

Ying Yihan glanced at An Jier indifferently, a cold emotion appeared on his unfathomable face, his eyes passed over An Jier, and fell directly on Hua Rumo's sickly little face, he waved his hand and sent him away from the room. everyone.

Angel was the last one to leave. The door was lightly closed. Her gaze seemed to fall on the back of the man in the wheelchair, but actually fell on the bronze mirror placed against the wall inside the room, which reflected a petite figure in white clothes.

Hua Rumo is sometimes very smart, sometimes very stupid, she can see that Ying Yihan is interested in her, and will ask him for help at critical moments, but she can't see that Ying Yihan's feelings for her are actually more than imagined. is much deeper.

So what about her?
Does she also have a place in that person's heart?
Or, she was just a pawn he used to monitor Ying Yihan?
Angel's feelings for Hua Rumo are very complicated. Trapped in the bottomless swamp of the palace, she can still retain her original appearance and never forget her original intention. The only thing she can do is Hua Rumo. In many places, she is very similar to Hua Rumo, but there are also many places that she is not like.

It's really rare to have a confidant in life, but it's a pity that the two of them didn't stand in the same camp, it's a pity that she is Princess Han, it's a pity that she is the woman on the heart of that person.

A strange color flashed across the lowered eyes, and the fingers in the sleeves were tightly clenched until the nails penetrated into the flesh without knowing it.

"Mrs. An?" Seeing that she hadn't closed the door for a long time, Jing Bai called softly.

Angel snapped back to her senses, clasped her bare hands, and opened the door lightly. She looked back and smiled, like a wintersweet blooming in the wind, appearing aloof and cold. "You stay here and keep a good watch. If there is anything, please let me know. I will go back first."

"Yeah." Jingbai smiled back. She still had a good impression of Mrs. An. There are rare women in this world who are as indifferent and elegant as flowers and ink, and Qiangwei is one of them. Speaking of which, the two of them are really destined When two people with similar personalities meet, it is an indescribable fate to understand each other.

Inside the house, the stove is blazing, and the cigarettes on the table are curling up hazyly.

Ying Yihan stood up from the wheelchair, and his tall and slender figure walked to the side of the bed.

Today, he is dressed up a little, his hair is black and soft, tied on the top of his head, tied up by a dark purple hair band, he is indescribably noble and elegant, silkworm eyebrows fly into his temples, overflowing with frost, his eyes are as cold as torches, like a cold pool , bottomless, nose like hanging gall, thin lips like sharp edges, face like a knife.

When he came from the outer room, there was an invisible pressure overwhelming the sky, the unique domineering arrogance of a king, and the courage to surrender. This is the real him, so unruly and unruly that it is impossible to look at him.

Handsome and evil, like a god.

(End of this chapter)