My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 158

In the wing room of Hanxuan Pavilion, the dim candlelight and dancing candle flame vaguely outlined the thin figure of the woman, trembling slightly, lying on the side of the table, retching.

The stomach cramps were severe, and the dinner I ate last night had already been digested, and I still didn't vomit out anything after suffering for a long time.

Dong'er was so anxious that she stomped beside her, her outstretched hands were in the air, supporting Hua Rumo's back, for fear that she would fall because of her too weak body. "Princess, do you want to report to the prince and ask the doctor to come and take a look at it for you?"

Hua Rumo's eye circles were flushed. When she got up, if Dong'er hadn't supported her, she would have fallen to the ground. When she raised her eyes, her clear eyes were full, like a thin layer of green smoke, and the water in her eyes was swaying, delicate Like a lily trembling in the air.

Came to the table, sat down, took a deep breath and forced a smile to Dong'er. "It's okay, it's just morning sickness."

Dong'er stepped forward distressedly, handing over a handkerchief and mouthwash.

At this moment, the sound of saluting in red and green came from outside, and then a tall and tall figure came into the eyes of Hua Rumo and Dong'er.

"My maidservant has seen the lord, please greet him." Dong'er was taken aback and hurriedly saluted.

Hua Rumo spit out all the water that she just drank, looking at Ying Yihan with surprise and fear, the faint water rippled slightly, and a stone stirred up thousands of waves.

He wanted to stand up, but his body was too weak, his feet were wobbly, his feet were unsteady, his eyes were dark, and he fell to the ground.

Ying Yihan has quick eyes and quick hands, and he came to Hua Rumo's side in the blink of an eye, catching the nephrite jade that was about to fall, and there was a faint fragrance in his nostrils, as if he had just taken a bath.

"Dong'er, you go down first." Ying Yihan supported his slender waist with one hand, turned his head, looked outside the door, Dong'er immediately understood, got up quickly, and ran out of the door as if fleeing.

It wasn't until he ran out of the door and closed the door for a moment that he glanced at the inner room. He was shocked in his heart, widened his eyes, rubbed the corners of his eyes, and looked carefully, as if confirming the identity of that person.

At this time, Ying Yihan had already put on a casual attire, his tall and straight figure was faintly indistinct in the dim candlelight, showing a haughty stalwart.

From Dong'er's direction, that stern face happened to be hidden in the shadow, and his expression could not be seen, his complexion was obscure and difficult to distinguish, and the petite figure in his arms was wrapped in a strong arm, which seemed inexplicably harmonious.

Although Dong'er has no emotional experience, she has worked in the palace for many years and is good at observing words and demeanor. From a very young age, she has heard rumors that the "King of Cold Hell" is so famous in the world, domineering and handsome. He is a ruthless and ruthless master with an unpredictable personality, rebellious and arrogant.

The prince is cold because he is a bit cold, and he gets angry easily. Although his expression is sometimes fierce when he treats Hua Rumo, Dong'er can tell that he is obedient to the princess.

He even agreed to save Xia Ziye, what else can the prince not do for the princess.

Dong'er's slender brows were lightly relieved, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She looked away, closed the door, and blocked the ripples in the room.

When he turned around, his brows were frowned again, and he had a faint feeling that something was wrong, but after thinking about it carefully, he really didn't know what was wrong. He raised his eyes to look at the red and green clothes guarding outside, but saw the two of them together He looked at himself with a very strange look.

Touching his cheeks, he bowed briefly to the two of them, and then walked to the living room.

In the house, there was another person who needed to be taken care of, and for some reason, probably due to her poor health recently, Jing Bai passed out again.

As soon as Dong'er left, only Hua Rumo and Ying Yihan were left in the wing room.

"I'm not feeling well, so I can't greet the lord, and ask the lord to forgive me." Hua Rumo subconsciously wanted to struggle, but felt that her body was limp and powerless. The heartbeat is getting faster and faster.

Leaning in such a bosom, the bottom of my heart is so nervous, hesitant and fearful, like fallen leaves being blown away by the autumn wind, rustling away, I feel inexplicably at ease.

Xu Shi had just showered, and the woman's hair was still dripping with water. The three thousand black hairs were wet and loose, sticking to her body, soaking her thin clothes, and clinging tightly to her body, making her look thinner and petite.

Ying Yihan sniffed vigorously the fragrance of hair blowing towards his face, and for a moment felt that he hadn't drunk, but was a little drunk.

The person in his arms leaned against his chest weakly and bonelessly, that small face that always had a cold and indifferent expression, was pale with a touch of weakness, two unhealthy blushes floating on his cheeks, his breathing was shallow and free.

The woman's small hands were unconsciously clenched, the scars on her ten fingers and the one on her left face were raised and flattened slightly, maybe Ling Qianmo's scar-removing ointment had helped, but it was still ugly and glaring.

Pale candlelight, shadows and shadows, dark rays of light are scattered, shining on the right face of the flower-like ink porcelain white, the delicate face is like a jade, the watery eyes are slightly dull, and the watery eyes are full of water, like petals. At some point, the thin lips were bitten to pieces again.

(End of this chapter)