My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 164

Northerners are bolder, bolder, and more enthusiastic than southerners. When Hua Rumo was in the southern palace, she often took Jingbai to the library to borrow books when she had nothing to do. Although she was a princess, her status and status were low. At first when she went to borrow books, the guards and palace guards at the door spoke coldly to her and did not allow her to enter casually. After getting to know her better, the guards and palace guards also turned a blind eye and let her in to borrow books.

There was once a book that described the customs and customs of the northern country. It said that in ancient times, a fairy who preferred to wear a mask fell to the mortal world, and met a man who also wore a mask. The two met, knew each other, and fell in love by the Riverside , soon fell in love.

This incident was discovered by the fairy in charge of the fairy, so he went down to capture the fairy and fought with the man. Unexpectedly, the man wearing the mask was not an ordinary person, but a high-ranking demon of the demon clan. In order to rescue the fairy, the demon and In the battle between the immortal clans, the whole world fell into hell-like panic and hesitation. Immortals or demons died every day.

In the end, the war was won by the Mozu, but when the Moren came to the Lingshan where the Fairy was imprisoned to rescue her, he was stabbed severely, and the Fairy sealed the Moren with the remaining spiritual power. People in the two worlds can't force it for a hundred years, not to mention that the devil killed so many people for her, self-blame and guilt forced her to do so.

But the devil couldn't understand it, so he made a blood alliance and cast a curse, cursing that on this day, all lovers wearing masks will not be able to find their lovers, and they will be separated from generation to generation.

Therefore, on this day, in order to verify the curse of the devil, the lovers of the Northern Kingdom will wear masks, walk by the lover's river, and walk across the bridge across the lover's river alone, implying that once they have found each other, they can break the curse and live forever Together.

Over time, such customs and cultures have been passed on and become an enduring feast.

Naturally, Hua Rumo doesn't believe in this bloody eight o'clock love story, but is just curious about how the people of the Northland will celebrate.

She thought Ying Yihan was just talking casually when he said that he would take her out of the house, but she didn't expect that after a lunch break, Qingfeng would actually be sent to pick her up.

Today's Qingfeng was uncharacteristically, wearing a black embroidered brocade robe, which made the whole person more imposing, and his delicate face was full of old-fashioned calmness and indifference, but when he saw Jingbai, there was an expression on his expressionless face. It was very loose, but Jingbai also lived up to the tenderness in the young man's eyes, two touches of pink floated on his more beautiful face, the unique shyness of a little girl, full of charms, Yingying's clear eyes did not dare to meet the breeze for a while.

Dong'er covered her lips and smiled lightly, pushed Jingbai, and winked at her, "Then I'll go and wait for the princess to change clothes first, and you stay here with Qingfeng."

"Eh?" Jing Bai returned to her senses, the blush on her cheeks deepened, and she muttered in a low voice, "Who wants to accompany him."

Just when she was about to leave, she heard Qingfeng calling her, and she looked back to meet a pair of deep eyes.

Qingfeng frowned, a little confused as to why Jingbai didn't seem to want to talk to him, coughed lightly in embarrassment, and said. "There will be a masquerade feast tonight, the prince is going to sneak out with the princess to play, you..."

Qingfeng looked at Jingbai, their gazes met in the air, he felt a little tight for no reason, and the beating of his left chest made him forget what he was going to say for a moment.

Jingbai stared at the big eyes of Shui Lingling, waiting for the next word without blinking, but after waiting for a long time, he still didn't see him continue talking, pinching the corner of his clothes, and asked aloud. "Qingfeng, is something wrong?"

"Hmm..." Qingfeng held the sword at his waist, his eyes were a little erratic, and he took a deep breath and said. "Do you want to hang out with me too?"

Jingbai's vivid water eyes suddenly widened, with soft fluorescence flowing in the eyes, suppressing the thumping chest because of nervousness, it took a while to find his own voice, "Okay."

As the evening approached, the sky gradually darkened, and the distant sky lit up with an orange-red sunset glow, and the red glow flew up, illuminating the lively main street of the Northern Imperial City.

Before it was time to celebrate, the main street was already bustling with people. Looking from a distance, the inner, outer, and outer floors were full of people. It was so spectacular.

Although the frontier is still in a hurry, the people of the Northern Kingdom far away in the imperial city still live and work in peace and contentment, without any tense atmosphere of war.

Vendors came out of their stalls early and placed some cosmetic items on both sides of the street for lovers to pass by to admire and buy. On foldable wooden tables, there are rouge, mirrors, combs, velvet flowers, and makeup powder. Hairpins, hairpins, headgear, etc., are so dazzling that you can't take your eyes off them.

At the very center of the main street, at the end of a cross-shaped street, a plain carriage tick-tocked and stopped about 50 meters away from the main street. The black curtain was lifted, and a slender man walked out He had a tall and straight figure, but seeing his agility, he jumped off the carriage.

In the residential houses of ordinary people on both sides of the alley, the dark lights are scattered and shadowy, through the thin paper window, sprinkled on the silver mask on the man's face, revealing the firm chin like a knife, tight The side face formed a perfect arc, and the thin lips like maple leaves were slightly pursed, forming a curve that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

He stood beside the carriage, with a rare soft light in his deep and cold eyes, looking at the curtain blown by the cool wind.

On the wooden frame of the carriage, stretched out a slender white hand, the slightly raised scars on the fingertips were faintly visible, probably due to the cold, the original pink nails showed a crescent white, the curtain was gently lifted, and the first to see What arrived was a pair of white exquisite embroidered shoes, and then a thin figure wearing a heavy cotton coat walked out.

Ying Yihan took a step forward, reaching out his hand to help Hua Rumo, who was not standing still, but the woman didn't appreciate it, she just lifted the hem of the skirt with her indexterous hands, and jumped down leisurely, the corner of her clothes was covered by Han The wind blows like a dancing butterfly.

"You..." Ying Yihan's gaze turned colder, even though he had already prepared himself for Hua Rumo's cold words, but when it really happened, his heart still hurt so badly, he quickly walked a few steps to catch up with the road With a thin figure and strong arms, she stubbornly held her little hand, her five fingers were forced to spread apart, and in an absolutely possessive posture, she was pulling her towards the main street.

Ying Yihan's hands are very big. Years of sword practice has left a thick layer of calluses between his thumb and forefinger. When he touches the delicate skin like ink, the gap between his fingers is full of domineering and masculine characteristics that belong to men. Some pain, some itching, and some unknown sensations.

(End of this chapter)