My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 46

The night is hazy, and the night is as cool as water.

Hanxuan Pavilion in the palace, in the quiet wing room, the censer in the corner emits green smoke, and the air is filled with the soothing aroma of sandalwood.

Although Hua Rumo's injuries were not serious, the blade was extremely poisonous, and she passed out just after returning to the palace.After Ling Qianmo's diagnosis and treatment, the poison was under control, but he didn't know when he would wake up.

Beside the bed, Jing Bai was holding a medicine bowl, shedding tears, scooping up the medicine juice with a spoon, parting the woman's tightly closed cherry lips, and feeding it into her mouth bit by bit.

But due to Huarumo's teeth clenched tightly, only a small amount of the medicinal juice in the soup spoon flowed into the mouth, most of which spilled out, slipped down the small chin, and landed on the white quilt, like blossoming ink flowers .

At this moment, there was the sound of saluting from the maids outside the door, and a streak of resentment flashed across her quiet white eyes, but she had no choice but to swallow her unwillingness and resentment, and quietly got up to salute the man who was slowly coming.

"Jingbai greets the prince." The voice was neither humble nor overbearing, with unyielding strength in its softness.

Pointing his finger on the wheelchair, Ying Yihan cast a sidelong glance at her, then looked at the woman leaning against the bed with her eyes closed, frowned, and waved her hands, "Go down."

Jingbai raised her eyes suddenly, her bright eyes stared directly at the man in the wheelchair who could control their life and death with a wave of his hand, before whispering for a long time. "The concubine has not finished drinking the medicine, and the servant wants to..."

Ying Yihan glanced annoyedly, and said coldly. "roll!"

Jingbai shivered uncontrollably, tears welled up in his eyes, and wanted to say something, but he was dragged out by Qingfeng who came in with Ying Yihan.

Qingfeng frowned and looked at the crying woman, frowning slightly, and said in a cold voice. "The princess is injured, and the prince is also in a bad mood. It's best not to make him angry."

In the wing room, Ying Yihan looked sullenly, looking at the half bowl of medicine placed beside the bed, and then at the woman with tightly closed eyes, the little medicine juice on the quilt made his eyes deeper and deeper.

He remembered Ling Qianmo's words. "The poison has been brought under control, and the princess should have woken up. She has been in a coma, as if subconsciously unwilling to wake up."

Subconsciously unwilling to wake up?

It was like this one by one, could it be that he, Ying Yihan, was so unlikable that they all wanted to stay away from him?
Back then, the mother and concubine were like this, and now, Hua Rumo is also like this.

No, he doesn't want to, don't watch important people leave.

Hua Rumo, even if you entered the Palace of the King of Hades, I will rescue you.

The cold eyes gradually became sharp, he clamped the woman's chin with one hand, forced her to open her mouth, then took a sip of the medicine, the bitter taste made him frown, leaned down and kissed the petal-like thin flesh domineeringly. The soft and warm touch of his lips shocked him.

The dexterous tongue pried open the white teeth, attacked the city, the medicine juice flowed into the mouth, and then bit her lip as if wanting to punish, but the silver teeth stopped reluctantly on the way.

After an unknown amount of time, he let go of her, stared at Hua Rumo's pale face, her thin lips reddened by kisses, and recalled the scene when he forcibly kissed her in the carriage. The sweetness between his lips and teeth is still unforgettable.

Another three days.

Hua Rumo wakes up from a slumber, her glazed water eyes are lingering in mist, and her quiet gaze falls on the light pink silk and satin bed curtain above her head with a little distraction, her eyes are full of light and the water is rippling.

The warm sunlight poured down through the thin clouds, climbed up the finely crafted wooden windows, and cast bright and dark, mottled light and shadow all over the place.

It was already daytime, but I couldn't tell whether it was morning or afternoon.

She lay quietly on the bed like this, her head was empty, she didn't know where she was for a moment, and she couldn't remember what happened before she fell into a coma.

It wasn't until the sound of footsteps outside the door that he came back to his senses.

The bead curtain that was glowing with crystal luster was lifted, and a petite figure walked out with brisk steps, as if sensing the cool evening breeze, first gently put down the body wipes, and then carefully closed the window casement, when looking back, just in time to see The man lying on the bed opened his eyes.

Qing'er was taken aback for a moment, hurriedly walked a few steps to the bedside, and bowed to Hua Rumo Yingying, her voice could not conceal her surprise. "Princess, it's great that you're awake! This servant is going to report to the lord!"

At this moment, Hua Rumo finally woke up from the daze, and after hearing Qing'er's words, she hurriedly called her to stop. "Wait a moment!"

He was in a coma for seven days without a drop of water, his mouth was full of the bitter taste of medicinal juice, his throat was so dry and uncomfortable, and his words were hoarse and deep like a seventy-year-old man.

I don't want to, even if the voice is only a little louder, it will affect the wound on the shoulder, the sword is poisonous, so the wound heals slowly, and the bright red liquid oozes out with a fishy sweet smell, like a red blood lotus blooming on a snow mountain.

Qing'er hurriedly stopped and came to the bed, hardly daring to look at the wound on the woman's shoulder, her voice was as soft as an urn. "Princess, don't move around. The servant is here. What's your order?"

Hua Rumo frowned, she had to keep inhaling and exhaling to relieve the pain in her body, after a long time, she found her own voice and asked with difficulty. "I have something to ask you."

(End of this chapter)