My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 202

Pursing the corners of his lips, he frowned and said. "Come with me, I haven't reached the point where I want to use you."

Hua Rumo looked at the man who was so arrogant and arrogant, put a slender bracelet around his waist, leaned on his arms, and joked. "Dear Lord Han, didn't I say that I will use it for you in the future to solve your problems? At this moment, you actually let me go with you..."

Both of them knew that at this time, Hua Rumo's going with him would undoubtedly arouse public anger. In the end, Ying Yihan would gain the reputation of rebelling, usurping the throne and killing his brother, and if the reason for the rebellion became that Ying Yixuan took his brother's wife , you can overthrow the government in a more open and aboveboard manner, and become king on your own.

"Flowers like ink!" Looking at the face with a bright smile in front of him, Ying Yihan squeezed out three words from between his teeth, "You..."

Before he finished speaking, his mouth was blocked by a soft object, his bright black eyes suddenly enlarged, and he stared at the woman who kissed him for the first time in front of him without blinking.

His breath was filled with the unique fragrance of women, Ying Yihan felt his body stiffen, and the hands on his slender waist trembled slightly, as if he was suppressing some desire.

Just scratching the surface, when he wanted to make up for it, the woman ended the kiss properly and leaned on her broad shoulders again, "You've already come, haven't you? That's enough."

Hua Rumo stretched out his hand to hook the not-so-fine sword spike, played with it for a while and continued. "Sooner or later, you and Ying Yixuan will take the road of fighting each other. He is not a virtuous king. You will be the emperor sooner or later, and now you are already riding a tiger. Let me help you once, even if you are charged with being a confidante."

The hatred of parents, the hatred of taking away one's wife.

In this way, the reason for using Ying Yixuan's inhumanity to rebel is perfectly reasonable, but Ying Yihan doesn't want to use Hua Rumo in his heart, and now it seems that women are more open than him.

"Okay." Ying Yihan heard his deliberately lowered voice, then stretched out the woman's palm and drew a heart shape on it. "wait for me."

The day before the big wedding, the preparations for the wedding were already in full swing. The red lanterns and silk were hung on the trees in the palace.

On the day of the wedding, it was just dawn, and the sky in the distance was crescent white. Hua Rumo was still asleep when she was called out of the quilt to take a bath, incense, change clothes, and make up. Next, came to the bronze mirror, the ivory comb brushed the soft black hair, and it was tied into a luxurious bun, and the delicate and charming face was covered with powder, making it more lively and beautiful.

Hua Rumo glanced at herself in the mirror, her black eyes glistened with water, and there was a touch of sadness, even though she knew in her heart that it was just acting, she was still a little nervous and at a loss what to do.

She pursed her lips and clenched her fists, knowing that this was the path she chose, so she had to finish it no matter what.

Xi Niang smiled and handed over a hipa, covering her head. The similar scene brought disturbing memories in her mind.

I remember the last time when I was covered with hipa, I was still in the post station outside the imperial city, that is where I thought I was clever enough to hurt Xia Ziye's heart, and from that moment on, when I married to the Northern Kingdom, I fell into a power struggle The vortex cannot extricate itself.

But now, he actually took the initiative to take the 'crime' of being a troublesome beauty, thinking about it, he has changed a lot.

There was a voice of congratulations at the door, Hua Rumo came back from her memories, looked at the door, but saw Ah Jiu and the others entered the room with surprise on their faces, and saluted to herself. "Young concubine, the procession to welcome the bride is here."

There is an unwritten rule in the Northern Kingdom that women in the harem cannot be made queens directly. Even if Yue Mengman is a crown princess, she cannot be made a queen directly. Being able to get a phoenix seal is already the limit.

Therefore, Hua Rumo can only be a noble concubine first.

Both sides of the busiest street in the Imperial City of the Northern Kingdom were crowded with spectators early in the morning.

They are no strangers to Nanguo and the pro-princess Hua Rumo. During this period of time, rumors and gossip about her have been spread in the streets and alleys, and she has been dubbed a disaster girl.

However, judging from the scene of today's wedding ceremony, the emperor treated her very well, the scene was grand and grand, even more lively than when King Han married.

Ying Yixuan sat high on a steed horse at the gate of Huangcheng, his handsome and elegant face showed a somewhat cheerful expression, his black hair was tied up by a golden crown of a coiling dragon, making it more beautiful, like a god.

Seeing the welcoming team approaching, the hands in the sleeves trembled slightly, the bottom of my heart faintly felt nervous, and I was sweating finely while holding the reins.

The sedan chair stopped, the curtain was lifted, and the bride and the palace staff stepped forward to help the bride out of the sedan chair.

"I wish the emperor and the imperial concubine a happy marriage for a hundred years, long live, long live, long live!" The sound of congratulatory salutes sounded wave after wave.

Ying Yixuan looked very happy, took the red silk from Xi Niang respectfully, and held it tightly in his hands.

Through the red Xipa, Hua Rumo looked at the red silk, pursed the corners of her lips, and stretched out her hand to take it.

At this time, a tall and tall figure suddenly appeared from the walls of the palace, holding a bow and arrow tightly in his hand, bent into a full moon shape, the sharp blade of the arrow came mixed with a whirlwind, and shot the red silk in half.

"Ying Yixuan, this king's concubine, how can you marry me!"

(End of this chapter)