My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 74

When Ling Qianmo arrived from the small courtyard outside the city, it was already dark.

The night is as cool as water, accompanied by a little moonlight, a gentle breeze blows the hair, and a little bit of starlight pours down through the thin paper window, and the bright and dark beams of light cast on the ground, spilling an intoxicating halo all over the place.

The two maids guarding the outer room leaned forward slightly, moved in unison, and said in a low voice. "Miraculous Doctor Ling."

Ling Qianmo still looked like she was dressed in white, holding a jade fracture fan in her hand, with a peaceful and gentle smile on her picturesque face, nodding her head slightly, shaking the fan slightly, pursing her thin lips slightly, and there was warmth within three feet. meaning.

Bypassing the huge landscape painting screen, what I saw was a woman lying on the bedside and sleeping in her clothes. Her black hair was scattered casually and fell on the light blue dress. It was soft, elegant and quiet, like wanton swaying Splashed ink landscape.

Looking past the unwarmed ice water on the head of the bed, a towel was quietly floating inside, and he immediately thought about it.The doctor, the so-called looking, smelling, asking, and cutting, walked into the room and saw Yihan for the first time, with a light pink and healthy face, already knew that the fever had probably subsided, and it was only because of his weak body that he could not wake up.

It's true, after suffering that kind of torture, he didn't see anyone who could come back by himself, except for Que Ying Yihan.

Came to the bedside as lightly as possible, lightly raised the jade bone, fanned the golden thread out of its sheath, and dexterously climbed up Ying Yihan's wrist in a strange arc, his knuckle fingers moved, his pulse was calm and gentle, not floating or not Shen is a sign of health.

Seeing Ling Qianmo's relaxed expression, Qingfeng put his heart in his stomach. He was about to ask if he wanted to continue prescribing the tonic that he had taken before, but the man in white stretched out his finger in a booing gesture, and pointed In the direction of the bed, they quietly slowed down, and the two walked out one after the other.

Qingfeng ordered two night guard maids to send Ling Qianmo out of the house, and then jumped onto the roof to continue the night watch.

The next day, early in the morning.

The censer on the table emits a curl of green smoke, and the black hair is surrounded by layers of fine fragments.

Ying Yihan regained consciousness from the drowsiness. He had been vigilant and careful for warriors for many years. He didn't open his eyes immediately, but held his breath and felt the breath around him.

The familiar strong bitter taste of medicine is mixed with a faint fragrance. There is someone beside the bed, and he sleeps soundly.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the direction of the soft and shallow breathing, and the woman who was not sleeping peacefully came into his eyes.Yanyue's curved eyebrows, which resembled a black pen, frowned slightly, and her eyelashes, like butterfly wings, were slightly curved upwards, casting a light shadow on her fair and clear cheeks. Red texture, slender fingers, flat-cut fingertips.

He looked a little absent-minded, his gaze swept over the outline of the woman's wonderful body inch by inch, and finally stopped at a red thread tied on the little finger of his right hand. .The brain exploded with a bang, and the ear seemed to be cracked by a slender glacier. He felt that the thread was not tied to the little finger, but tied to the heart along the itching feeling.

Probably because the posture lying on the bedside was too uncomfortable, Hua Rumo gently moved her sore arm, touched her elbow to the bedside, awakened by the pain, opened her eyes suddenly, with a trace of inadvertent laziness. Lazy, half-closed his watery eyes and was still awake, so he touched Ying Yihan's forehead lightly with the back of his still movable left hand. The slightly cool touch indicated that the fever had subsided, and he was still not confident enough to touch his forehead before revealing With a reassuring smile, he changed to a more comfortable position and continued to sleep soundly.

Concentrating on the woman's quiet and sweet sleeping face, Ying Yihan couldn't describe his mood, the forehead was touched, the soft and soft touch, the fragrance, the warm sweetness, after all, he was greedy for this only temperature.

Hua Rumo was a warm accident to him, like a lighthouse walking in the endless darkness. Whether she was intentional or unintentional, even if she was imprisoned, she would never let her leave him, let alone stay in other places. man around.

Like most hardworking martial artists, Ying Yihan wakes up at a fixed time every morning, even if he pretends to have disabled legs, it can't stop the morning martial arts training in the slightest.

It is widely rumored that the Seventh Prince is a rare talent in martial arts, but no one knows that behind this talent is several times of arduous training. Diligence can make up for weakness, and practice makes perfect.

He couldn't help stretching out his hand, and his fingertips touched the soft and smooth skin. He remembered the surprise when he first lifted his hijab on the wedding night, the elegance of the lotus in the curling bathtub, and the alluring delicacy in the messy cave.

Perhaps, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, unconsciously, Ying Yihan always feels that she has become beautiful again.

When Hua Rumo woke up, it was already high in the sun.

There is a gentle breeze outside the window, and cicadas are singing.

The watery and lake-colored pupils seemed to see Ying Yihan when they opened their eyes for the first time, a look of astonishment flashed past, sweeping away the slumber that hadn't woken up yet, the pupils were lowered and concentrated, waiting for the panicked mood to fade away. After recovering, he raised his eyes and stood up to salute. "Rumo greets the prince."

The thin red silk thread stretched from the little finger, leaving a shallow strangle mark, and Ying Yihan's finger on the other end was pulled up, the thin thread was soft and soft, looking at the woman's slightly embarrassed face, he hurriedly untied the thread A smile overflowed from his cold eyes.

Hua Rumo frowned slightly, not knowing what the smile meant, and saluted again to explain. "I am lazy and clumsy, sleep too deeply, I am afraid that the prince will wake up in the middle of the night, so..."

The thin thread is tied to the little finger. If the patient wakes up and moves, he will be awakened. She is really a beautiful woman.

Ying Yihan glanced at her indifferently, what is the meaning of that kind of fear and fear, plus a little complicated expression, just about to get angry, but saw the woman's delicate face with a tired expression, and the originally vivid and clear eyes were bloodshot, The eye bags under the thick eyelashes are slightly green, and one can tell at a glance that they have watched over him all night.

Thinking of this, I felt inexplicably happy, but the words I wanted to ask turned into a cold voice when it came to my lips. "What are you doing in a daze, come here and wait for this king to get up."

Hua Rumo's delicate eyes showed resistance, and finally suppressed the dissatisfaction in her heart and slowly stepped forward.Ying Yihan's whole body smelled of medicine, which was mixed with the sandalwood that was often lit in the house. It wasn't unpleasant, but it made her feel inexplicably familiar, as if she had smelled it somewhere before.Although Hua Rumo was not spoiled, she had never served anyone before, but she put on a few clothes and didn't put them on after wearing them for a long time.

(End of this chapter)