My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 50

A three-meter-high purple and gold luxury carriage dadas passed through the ancient stone road leading directly to the imperial city, and stopped leisurely in front of the gate with black walls and red tiles, overlapping eaves, and magnificent momentum. .

The vermilion door was pushed open with a creak, and several strong men who were more than eight feet tall walked out, lifting Ying Yihan who was sitting high in a wheelchair, followed by a man in black with a long sword around his waist - Qingfeng .

As soon as he entered the door, there was a loud noise, Ying Yihan heard the prestige and looked over, his sharp eyes swept across the door of Hanxuan Pavilion, there was a group of people standing vaguely, discussing something non-stop.

At the cuffs rimmed with gold thread, a big hand with clear bones waved, the young man hurriedly stopped, and the butler Lian Yi hurriedly bent over to salute.

"What's going on?" The low and deep voice made people dare not turn their eyes. Lian Yi has followed him to the palace as a housekeeper since His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince became king, and it has been many years now.Since Lord Han came back from a near-death five years ago, he showed such a condensed expression, or his voice was so low, it showed that he was in an extremely bad mood.

Lian Yi wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, his expression became more respectful. "The wives of the houses greeted the concubine, but for some reason they were all turned away."

The fingers on the wheelchair tapped regularly, and he remembered the gentle smile of the crown prince this morning, hiding a knife in his gentle smile. Unexpectedly, in just a few days, the ministers of the court and China had been bribed by him a lot. Although he didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd, he could tell For Hua Rumo, he is bound to win.

He also thought of the distressed look in the prince's eyes when he looked at Hua Rumo that day, and he squinted his eyes showing an incomprehensible expression.

"Go and see."

Angel walked slowly towards the door of Hanxuan Pavilion, with willow waist, graceful posture, picturesque eyebrows, clear and clear eyes, and met a pair of condensed eyes unexpectedly.

Slightly taken aback, she quickly blessed herself and saluted. "My concubine pays my respects to the lord, and my lord is blessed."

Please An's voice was a little louder than before, and it was neither too high nor too low, just enough for all the girls present to hear clearly.

The originally noisy Hanxuan Pavilion suddenly fell silent, and all the girls turned around one after another, looking at the cold and handsome figure at the door, they couldn't help but thump in their hearts, with expressions of panic and panic on their faces.

The next moment, they put away their arrogant and domineering appearances one after another, and all the girls walked slowly with small steps, dignified and generous, with soft smiles on their faces, and lightly saluted. "My concubine pays my respects to the lord, and my lord is blessed."

Ying Yihan's deep and clear eyes fell over the girls to the closed door, and beside him stood Jing Bai, who was blessed and saluting, but seeing her beautiful eyes flashing by, she waved her hands casually in the fright she couldn't conceal. "Get up, everyone."

After finishing speaking, he pushed the wheelchair and walked towards the door. Since the owner of the palace could only rely on a wheelchair to move around five years ago, the courtyards of the palace have leveled all the thresholds so that Prince Han can move freely.

At this moment, he exerted a little force, and the wheelchair slowly, accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of the wooden wheels rolling against the ground, turned a blind eye to Jing Bai's salute, pushed open the door, and rushed in abruptly.

Jingbai was stunned for a moment, and hurried forward to stop, but was scared by his sharp eyes and took a few steps back, the words she wanted to say were stuck in her throat and were firmly suppressed.

It wasn't until the figure of the man disappeared into the room and the door creaked that she recovered from her surprise, and then muttered angrily. "Oops! The princess is still taking a bath!"

The room was lingering with mist, cigarette smoke curling up, and the faint fragrance of flowers permeated the small space, mixed with the sound of rippling water, and the warm breath blowing towards the face, a kind of atmosphere called ambiguity slowly swayed.

Behind the screen of the painting of flowers and birds, there was a woman's depressive coughing sound, which was clear and somewhat hoarse, revealing the weakness of long-term illness.The wheelchair stopped unconsciously, and Ying Yihan's deep eyes looked across the thin and hazy screen to the graceful figure in the bathtub.

Hua Rumo has been in the water for some time, her head is still groggy, and she can't even hear the noise from outside just now. I don't know if it's because of soaking in hot water. blurred.

After a while, she held on to the edge of the bathtub and slowly got up, her slender and petite figure trembling slightly due to weakness, her soft catkin stretched out to take the bathrobe off the hanger.The sun illuminated her slender wrists, and the scars on her palms showed hideous marks.

(End of this chapter)