My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 176

"It's the prince, right? He was the one who took away the innocence of the princess, right? The child in the womb of the princess is his right! He doesn't want this child, right!" Jing Bai grabbed Qingfeng's clothes, crying red His eyes were fixed on Qingfeng.

Qingfeng was stunned, just about to explain something, when he keenly sensed someone approaching behind him, he unconsciously pulled Jing Bai behind him, and turned his head to look at Ying Yihan standing at the gate of the courtyard.

"My lord." Qingfeng clasped his fists in salute, and then pushed Jingbai who was staring with frightened eyes.

"My lord." Jing Bai sniffed, knowing that he must have listened to her words, such disrespectful words must have made him very angry.

Ying Yihan got angry, and the consequences would be very serious. Today's world dares to be lawless when he is angry, and there is no one else except Hua Rumo.

But Jingbai thought again, all these words have been said, and there is still a way to say that they can be taken back. Anyway, it is death, it is better to die with a bit of backbone.

Immediately stopped the movement of wanting to kneel down, gritted his teeth to keep Fushen's movement still, his eyes glanced at the pair of tiger leather combat boots getting closer, his heart was so frightened that he almost jumped out.

Unexpectedly, the pair of combat boots did not stop, but swept past him with the force of a whirlwind.

It wasn't until the man walked to the door and glanced at Dong'er who was kneeling on the ground trembling, that he opened his mouth. "This king doesn't want a child..."

Jingbai looked back, looking at the tall and straight figure who pushed the door in, feeling a little lonely for no reason, her thin shoulders were embraced, and she raised her eyes to look into a pair of deep clear eyes.

"Jingbai, some things are not as simple as what the eyes see."

In the room, the stove squeaked and burned charcoal, and bursts of heat rushed towards the face.Hong Yi walked in small steps, with light and flexible steps, came out with a basin filled with warm water, walked around the screen and saw the figure walking in, was slightly taken aback, and hurriedly saluted. "My lord."

Ying Yihan glanced at the water basin that was already stained red with blood, his heart felt as if hit by a heavy hammer, it was stuffy and suffocating.

"Buy you." He waved his hand, took a step, walked around the screen, and walked into the inner room.

Even though he was mentally prepared, he still felt dizzy when he smelled the bloody smell coming towards his face. When he walked to the bedside, the tragic scene in front of him made him dare not take half a step forward, who was used to seeing fighting scenes.

The white quilt was mottled with dark red blood, which was extremely dazzling.

Hua Rumo leaned against the bed weakly, biting a white folded strip of cloth in her mouth, three thousand blue silks were casually scattered on her chest, and her bangs hanging from her forehead were wetly attached to her face, obviously showing signs of struggle.

Her face became as pale as paper due to weakness, her originally quiet and dark eyes were covered with a layer of water mist, her eyelashes were curved and fell into a row of fine silhouettes on her cheeks, and cracks were faintly visible on her light pink lips, obviously There are signs of being bitten.

"My lord." Ling Qianmo's clothes were soaked in blood, and he looked a little embarrassed, his slender brows were tightly knit, and his face was somewhat dignified, and he clasped his fists in salute.

At this time, the treatment was over, and Lvyi opened the small mouth that was blooming like ink, and took out the cloth strip.

Ying Yihan watched silently, a pair of icy eyes that were as cold as iron could vaguely see the color of scarlet, the big hands in the sleeves were slowly tightened, and then slowly let go, and after a while, he heard Ling Qianmo's voice that hesitated to speak .

"The princess is already weak, and the amount of safflower is too large, you..."

"Even you think this king did it?" Ying Yihan grabbed Ling Qianmo's clothes tightly, his fingers trembling slightly because of the pressure, his joints turned white, his eyes were cracked, and he was burning with anger.

"My lord." Ling Qianmo frowned lightly, this was the first time he saw Ying Yihan lose control like this.

Realizing that he had lost his composure, Ying Yihan let go of his hand, took a step back, blinked his black eyes as cold as ice, and looked at a loss like a helpless child. "It's not me, it's really not me."

His back bumped against the carved wooden bed rail, and the scene of forcing the woman into a small space at noon could not help appearing in his mind.

He fed that bowl of medicine into the woman's mouth one by one...

It was him, he killed the child with his own hands...

An unprecedented panic and helplessness, hovering over my heart like vines, slowly constricting the pain so that I couldn't breathe, my body became stiff because of guilt, my nose was full of bloody smell, and my head was dizzy for a while. For the first time, I had the idea of ​​wanting to escape.

Feeling the hem of the clothes being pulled in a trance, she subconsciously turned her head and looked into her half-closed black eyes. There was a weak fluorescent light flowing through the eyes that were as transparent as glazed glass. The weak and inflexible little hand slowly pulled up along the sleeve. The soft touch of the cool little fingers is like a ray of sunlight passing through the suffocating gaps.

"Flowers are like ink..." Ying Yihan's legs seemed to be filled with lead, unable to move, he hesitated and sat on the side of the bed, bent the woman's shoulders so that he leaned against his chest, and gently wrapped his strong arms around the woman Thin shoulders, such a flower like ink that even breathing became light and shallow, gave him the illusion that it would disappear with a little effort.It took me a long time to find my own voice. "It's really not me..."

"Hmm..." Hua Rumo murmured, her consciousness was in a trance, the touch of her fingertips was obviously cold, but she felt an inexplicable peace of mind in her heart, and she fainted.

(End of this chapter)