My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 62

In the dungeon, the ground was damp and cold, and the light was gloomy. Through the narrow prison window, golden beams of light were cast, leaving bright and dark spots on Hua Rumo's body.

In the cells on both sides, there are horrible prisoners who look like evil spirits. From time to time, there are penetrating moans and wailing sounds. The air is filled with a strong fishy and sweet smell, which makes people feel like they have entered the purgatory on earth.

Hua Rumo frowned, shrank her body back, leaned her back against the wall, and sat down against the iron-green prison railings. There were faint rattling sounds of rats crawling around, accompanied by the screams of prisoners. And groaning, just for a short while, the clothes on his body were soaked in cold sweat, sticky and uncomfortable.

Because it is too humid and dark, the walls do not see sunlight all the year round. At this time, patches of dark green moss are growing. In the corridor in the middle of the cell, there are bloodstains that have not dried all the year round on the marble floor, which has turned gray-black. , with a stale smell, it will make people tremble at a glance.

Hua Rumo couldn't stand the stench in his breath, so he retched while leaning on the railing, but he hadn't taken in a drop of water since morning, and he didn't spit out anything, his mind was dizzy, as if he had been hit by something.

The body that had vomited became more and more exhausted. She didn't dare to look at the piles of wet straw, which were so messy that rats crawled over them. Because of vomiting, her eyes were already red, her body felt terrible, and she was terrified. Over and over again, anxiety and anxiety destroy the fragile nerves.

She recalled what the guard said before he left, "My lord ordered, if you want to plead guilty, please say hello."

Can I get out as long as I confess my sin?
However, she really didn't order Jingbai to poison the concubine to death, nor did she have anything to do with Xia Ziye, she was innocent, she couldn't submit to them, even if she died, she had to die with integrity.

Hua Rumo fell asleep in a daze, then woke up suddenly with a scream, her brows were furrowed, her face was frosty, her eyes were like ink, she raised her soft catkin tremblingly, covered her ears and thought To block out that startling sound.

I don't know how long it took, the scream that was originally screaming turned into a low moan, the red eyes moved, and just as he was about to let go, the slender wrist was caught.

Hua Rumo's eyes widened in horror, and she was about to scream, but the man covered her mouth one step ahead of her, and she couldn't move or shout out.

"Your Highness, it's me."

The night is like silk, black as ink, and a first-quarter moon hangs obliquely in the slightly dark sky.

The flickering flame of the Golden Dragon Candle illuminated the lonely mess all over the place with bright light. It hit the man's handsome face as sharp as a knife. His eyebrows were clear and picturesque, and his facial features were three-dimensional and soft. Instead of the gloom and coldness of the day, she looked quiet and elegant at this moment, with the feeling of being gentle and gentle as Mr. Moshang.

He casually leaned against the bed, with a lazy and indifferent expression, slightly curled five fingers with well-defined bones, pinching a book and reading it carefully, unmoved by the panting around him at all.

After a while, his eyes moved slightly, he raised his eyes from the scroll, and glanced at the window on the wall facing the pool.Afterwards, the window was pushed open cautiously, and a figure dressed as a secret guard flashed in, walked to the side of the bed in a well-trained manner, knelt down on one knee and bowed his hands in salute.

"My lord, the spies from the East Palace came to report. Everything was as I expected. A team of well-trained guards in night clothes sneaked out of the palace and came towards the palace. They have just rescued the person."

Ying Yihan raised his head, his dark eyes turned cold, cold and gloomy, his eyes were filled with frost, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and the emotions in his mind turned back and forth. scene.

Just thinking about it like this made him lose his former calmness, jealousy wrapped around his heart like a vine, and he was suppressed and out of breath.This abnormal emotion made his face more gloomy and condensed, and his hands couldn't help tightening, making the scroll crackle.

After a long time, suppressing the inexplicable fluctuation in my heart, I waved to Wuying, signaling him to back down.

After Wuying left, Ying Yihan could no longer concentrate on reading. After thinking for a while, he turned over and got out of bed, fully dressed and went out through the window.

The moonlight is like silver, forming hazy and psychedelic beams of light through the dense branches and leaves, shining on Hua Rumo's slightly pale face, the light and dark lights are mottled, and there is forbearance in the softness.

(End of this chapter)