My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 19

Northern Kingdom, Tianyou 35th February 25th, King Ying Yihan of the Northern Kingdom married Princess Aoyue of the Southern Kingdom.

The North Country is located in the north of the South Country. It was early spring and it was still very cold.A thick layer of white snow had piled up on the main street of the imperial city, but it did not reach the knees, which brought great difficulties to the people's travel.

However, this does not affect the mood of the people watching the excitement.

Ying Yihan, the Seventh Prince of the Northern Kingdom, the current Prince Han, has always been a legendary existence.He started to practice martial arts at the age of five, and became a royal swordsman at the age of seven. At the age of ten, he learned the art of war with ease. At the age of 11, he became a disciple of a foreign expert to learn martial arts. General, when he was 13 years old, he led 15 elite soldiers to guard the border for three years. In these three years, he did not lose half of the city. On the contrary, he drove the coalition forces of Xixia and Yue back to the territory of Xixia, and expanded the territory of the Northern Kingdom to the west. One point.

In the hearts of the people in the northern kingdom, even though he is disabled, Lord Han is still a hero, so how can he not join in the fun at his wedding.

Compared with the surging mood and excitement of the common people, Prince Han's wedding seemed too simple and indifferent.There were only about [-] people in the welcoming team, no red makeup, no loud gongs, drums and firecrackers, no red brocade pavement.Even when they finally reached the gate of the palace, only the steward of the palace came out to greet him, and Lord Han didn't even show his face from the beginning to the end.

This also caused the people to have different versions of rumors about the prince's condition.

Although the wedding is simple and deserted, the etiquette is cumbersome and troublesome.

Hua Rumo couldn't remember how many miles she had walked, how many salutes, how many kowtows she had kowtowed, and the joyful discussions of the common people could be heard in her ears, but her heart was as indifferent as snowflakes in June.

However, the heavy etiquette left her with little time to think about what happened in the morning.

After entering the palace, Hua Rumo was told that Prince Han was too ill to pay his respects.That's good, save her trouble.But once she calmed down, her heart began to twitch uncontrollably.

——Fuliang Yimengsheng, who is a century-old man.This farewell, I am afraid we will never see each other again.

The night is hazy, the moon is like a dream, and a first-quarter moon hangs obliquely in the black night sky.Unknowingly, pure white snow floated in the sky.The King Han's Mansion covered by snowflakes looked extraordinarily clean and condensed.

To the north of the palace, a thick layer of snow has accumulated on a roof covered in flying white snow. The silvery snowflakes are fluttering in the wind, slowly falling through the windows pasted with big red happy characters, and the cold wind blows the sandalwood. The gold pan dragon wedding candle on the wooden case is as bright red as blood, and the wax oil flowing down the outer wall is like the tears of the red candle, solidified and hazy.

The noise outside the house gradually faded away, and the night slowly quieted down.

Hua Rumo sighed in her heart, Xu was too sad but her mind calmed down, she didn't have the unwillingness and misery when she first came, but she felt a sense of resignation and depravity.

Ignoring Xi Niang's stop, she gently took off the hijab and began to look at the furnishings in the room.

The house is surrounded by red ribbons. On the table made of mahogany, there is a white jade jug and two wine glasses. Next to it is a white jade plate full of fruits. Under the bright red and festive red, it looks lonely and thin.

Hua Rumo quietly looked at the furnishings in the house, then turned her head to look at her wedding bed.The bed is large enough for four people to lie on. The quilt embroidered with dragon and phoenix auspicious patterns is made of fine silk and satin. On the smooth bed sheets are red dates and longan, which symbolize "a happy marriage in a hundred years" and "an early birth to a precious child". A pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water are vivid, all of which declare a festive atmosphere.

"My maidservant has seen the prince and greets him. May the prince and concubine have a good relationship for a hundred years and be united forever."

At this time, there was a sound of messy footsteps outside the door, which was also mixed with the sound of wheels, and then Jingbai and the maids cheered cheerfully.

"Princess, the lord is here, quickly put on the hijab." Seeing Hua Rumo sitting on the edge of the bed, Jing Bai didn't respond, she quickly picked up the hijab and covered her head, and followed Xi Niang to the side.

The red eyes were like fire, which burned her delicate heart and pulled her thoughts back from afar.The slender hand was covered with bandages at this time, the wound on the palm was deep enough to see the bone, a slight movement, and there was a heart-rending pain.

However, she ignored the pain, and quickly wiped away the wet tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, and sat on the edge of the bed with her hands folded, quietly waiting for her husband's arrival.

The sound of wheels crushing the ground sounded harsh and piercing, followed by the sounds of maids saluting one after another.

Ying Yihan stared sullenly at the petite figure sitting in front of the bed. He was dressed in a scarlet wedding gown, which could not conceal his thin figure at all. The golden-embroidered cuffs showed half fingers as white as jade, slender and slender, with flat-cut nails. , delicate fingers

He smiled coldly, and slowly turned the wheelchair towards the bed. A violent aura came over him, and the inexplicable sense of oppression made the originally spacious and bright space suddenly shrink.

With a big wave of his hand, he brushed over the Xi Niang handed over the scale, and the Xipa slipped from his palm, the gesture was extremely rude.

"Get out!"

The low voice was full of depressing wind and rain, and Xi Niang's feet were so frightened that she almost fell to the ground. She bowed and exited quickly.Jingbai glanced at Hua Rumo worriedly, but had no choice but to retreat with the crowd.

In an instant, only Hua Rumo and Ying Yihan were left in the room, and the atmosphere became extremely depressing. The room was filled with a faint medicinal fragrance, which was bitter but not unpleasant.

The charming red color of a room suddenly caught my eye. The beating flames of the red candles reflected the girl's charming little face. The thick feather-like eyelashes drooped down, casting a slender silhouette, covering her eyes. The original quiet eyes.

Hua Rumo raised her heart in her throat. Although she lowered her head, her sight was filled with a wooden wheelchair, followed by a pair of black gold-rimmed boots, and then a red embroidered gold-embroidered robe, which outlined the He has a slender and thin figure, with a dark jade belt tied around his waist, and a cyan jade pendant pinned to it, which is mottled with flying dragons and phoenixes.

At this moment, she seemed to understand why the queen was reluctant to let the eldest princess marry to the North Kingdom. It turned out that she despised the prince as a cripple.

Ying Yihan's icy eyes narrowed slightly, and he carefully looked at the woman beside the bed. Her black and smooth hair was simply tied behind her head, with a phoenix crown on her head, golden tassels swaying as she lowered her head, and the dancing candlelight Reflected on her delicate face, mottled with vivid bead shadows.

(End of this chapter)