My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 30

It was night, the moon was like a hook, and the moonlight was like silver. The streets of the Imperial Capital of the Northern Kingdom were lit up, and the night did not stop its prosperity. The streets were bustling with people, very lively.

On the most prosperous street in the north of the city, a luxuriously decorated hotel stands impressively, with a double-eave roof, flying to the sky, with carved railings on the outside, extravagant and luxurious. grade.

In an elegantly decorated room on the second floor, the lights are bright, and the exquisite four windows are opened. A man is sitting by the window. His distant sight seems to fall on the crowd of people coming and going, but in fact his flawless black eyes are like a mirror lake. , reflecting the ancient stone road in the distance, glowing with an indifferent cold light.

The silver moonlight poured down, illuminating the tall and slender figure. He heard the sound of the door being pushed open. He shaved, and there were already stubbles on his chin. At this time, he lost his handsomeness and elegance, and gained a more lost soul, aristocratic temperament that could not be concealed by his gestures, full of elegance.

Eleven pushed the door open and entered, looked at the not-so-wool master with cold eyes, furrowed brows, but didn't know how to persuade him.

The person who tied the bell needs to be untied, and the heart knot needs to be untied.

He stepped forward and said respectfully. "Young master, the master has issued three urgent orders to return to the city. If you don't return to the southern country, I'm afraid the master will blame you."

Under the moonlight, the man slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled into a bitter arc. Instead of the warm and soft light of the past, his brows were cold and opposite, and his sad expression was like a heartbreaking tune.

He grabbed the wine jug on the table and took a big sip, the wine flowed down his handsome chin, wet Shengxue in white clothes all over his body.

Eleven frowned slightly, and took a closer look at his master who was secretly sad.When have you seen your master so decadent?How can there be arrogance to point out the country on the battlefield.In the short tens of years of life, the most hurtful thing is Luo Hua's intentional flow of water and ruthlessness.

Seeing that the master was unwilling to speak, he stood by the window without saying a word, watching the dark clouds cover the moon, and the cold wind blowing, he suddenly remembered that indifferent woman that day, with brows like distant daisy, bright eyes and white teeth, red lips and white teeth, With a smile and a frown, the country and the city are overwhelmed.

Hua Rumo, for the sake of power, you abandoned my son and willingly married that crippled prince. Now you are involved in royal family disputes, your reputation is notorious, and you become a "slut" in the mouth of the people in the Northland. Is this what you want?
Suddenly, the wind stopped, the trees were quiet, the candles in the house were extinguished, and the mess in the room was hidden in the darkness.

"Who?" Eleven Eyes quickly pulled out the long sword from his waist, overflowing with murderous aura, a fierce fight was about to break out in the wing room.

But in the blink of an eye, the door was shut with a bang, and the candles in the room were lit again. The dancing fireworks reflected a man in black with an ordinary appearance but very clear eyebrows.

The corners of Xiemei's eyes are raised, and the long and narrow Danfeng eyes are full of affection. The pupils are as bright as the brightest stars in the night sky, and they are as deep as a cold pool, quiet, and there is a bit of evil in the eyes.

Eleven had an incredible expression on his stern face, and his eyes were even more frighteningly cold.This man actually entered the room silently under his nose, and was sitting at the table swaggeringly, which showed that his martial arts were far superior to him.

"Life is full of love and infatuation, and this matter has nothing to do with Fengyue." The man's clear voice was slightly magnetic, and it was very comfortable to hear it like sweet springs entering his throat. "Is it really worth it for a jade-faced scholar who turned his hands upside down on the battlefield and waved his hands like rain, to degenerate himself for a woman today?"

Xia Ziye, on the other hand, turned a deaf ear to him, and poured all the wine into his mouth with a jug in his hand, his decadence was beyond words.After taking the last sip, a little drunkenness appeared on his face, he looked at the man in front of him and grinned, he didn't have the posture of the handsome young man back then. "You... you know that I am willing to degenerate, why are you looking for me?"

As he spoke, he handed the jug to Eleven, signaling him to have another jug.

Eleven frowned slightly, put down the sword in his hand, glanced at the visitor unkindly, took the jug and turned and went out the door.

The man in black raised his wicked eyebrows, and smiled. "Alcohol is not intoxicating and everyone is drunk. Brother Ziye, don't deceive yourself. As the saying goes, wine can relieve thousands of worries, but in fact, thousands of worries are not gone. Only self-knowledge of the pain in the heart."

Noticing that he changed his address to Brother Ziye, Xia Ziye let out a wry smile from his throat, raised his eyes to look at the speaker, and smiled very lightly. "You said...why is this woman's mind so elusive?"

The handsome man in black narrowed his eyes slightly, and pulled the corners of his mouth into a smile. He had an ordinary appearance, but because of his eyes, which were as deep as a cold pool, people couldn't help but ignore his generality, and fell into the starry sky. .

"A woman's heart, a seabed needle." He smiled mysteriously, and took a gourd-shaped wine jug from his waist. When the lid was opened, a faint fragrance of wine came to his face. breeze. "Come on, I'll treat you to this drink."

With a wave of his hand, two exquisite wine glasses swayed pure fine wine.

Xia Ziye tilted his head, happily picked up the wine glass and drained it, the corners of his mouth curled up in a meaningful smile, his thin lips were crystal clear, as if he had eaten honey.The star pupils were slightly closed, and it took a long time before he let out an admiration. "Good wine, good wine."

(End of this chapter)