My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 85

Hua Rumo stood in the middle of the dance floor indifferently, wearing a light yellow floor skirt, the cold color made her slightly pale face more delicate, her watery eyes were full of ink, with a hint of lightness and agility in the flow.

Ying Yichen walked gracefully to the periphery of the dance floor, his bright black pupils carried a reassuring silver radiance, he waved his sleeves fluttering with his big hand, and held a flute made of exquisite white jade in his hand. , when the slender and beautiful fingers pressed, a string of extremely beautiful flute sounds vibrated in the air, crisp and ethereal, the lingering sound lingered, melodious, like a trickling clear spring, beating the two sides of the bank, clear and beautiful, disturbing the quiet and quiet night .

The night was hazy, as black as ink, and the silvery moonlight sprinkled gently, the mottled intoxicating halo passed through the thick branches and leaves, leaving beams of light flickering on the ground one after another, falling on the cold and clean floor in front of the hall, A thin and graceful figure of Bibo was reflected.

Hua Rumo really doesn't know how to dance a sword, but she has learned gymnastics in her previous life, and she hasn't set foot in it for many years. Sparkling, the cold light is dazzling and intoxicating.

As if realizing that the woman's Qingling's posture could not keep up with his own rhythm, Ying Yichen's mouth curled into a light smile, his nimble fingers slowed down, and the flute played coolly and slowly, as if Flowing cups of water, evening wind passing through, smelling like a blue sky unfolding in front of my eyes, among the white clouds, the wind is smooth, the green grassland is vast, spreading across the sky, and you can look at the flat river.

Hua Rumo keeps up with the rhythm, reverses his wrist, and lifts his long sword lightly, sometimes like a quiet flower in a mountain stream, sometimes like a strong grass in the wind, sometimes gracefully and leisurely, sometimes urgently shallow, the light yellow skirt swings in the rotation, like blue waves The quiet waves of thousands of miles, the circles of ripples are far away.

The originally noisy crowd gradually quieted down, joking and stiff expressions stopped on their faces.

Hua Rumo's dance was not perfect, and after a few beats, it was difficult to keep up. However, the woman's expression was cold and indifferent from the beginning to the end, and there was a quiet and quiet soft light in her smart eyes. Indifferently calm and unhurried, not surprised by changes, has already suppressed her unsightly dancing posture.The slender figure danced gracefully in the air, with slender arms and light sword blades shining brightly against the candle lights all over the hall.

Ying Yihan's expression became more and more cold and deep, the white jade wine glass pinched at the fingertips rattled, the cold and charming ice eyes couldn't hide the amazement flashed by, and he took a sip of the fragrant ancient wine, the taste was sweet, just like a woman Soft thin lips with a natural fragrance.

Ying Yichen's eyes became deeper and clearer, reflecting the woman's indifferent face, and the corners of his lips were slightly pursed into a smile, and suddenly he pressed the jade flute with his right hand, and a piercing sound came from the flute, pulling everyone out of the dream of a fairyland Turning back, they all looked sideways at the embarrassed King Xian.

Ying Yichen's expression showed a bit of embarrassment, his eyes wandered, his five fingers pressed randomly, and a series of chaotic sounds made people dizzy and dizzy, with ringing in their ears and dizziness.

With a squeak, the sound of the flute stopped abruptly.

Ying Yichen frowned lightly, his black jewel-like pupils curved into a smile that was not a smile, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a cynical chuckle, saluting to Yingyuan Ji who was sitting high on the dragon chair. "My son and minister are not good at learning and disturbed the holy car. I hope the father will forgive me."

Yingyuan Ji's sharp eagle eyes swept towards Hua Rumo, whose breathing was slightly uneven due to the sword dance, but his face was very indifferent and unugliness, his eyebrows were furrowed, showing an unfathomable expression. "No problem."

Afterwards, his eyes fell on the ugly Yue Mengman, "Prince Princess is proficient in dancing, how do you think Princess Han dances?"

Yue Mengman was taken aback by the sudden roll call, her slender hands trembled slightly, the wine was spilled all over her body, and she got up in panic to salute. "My sister is both rigid and soft, and she dances well."

Hearing this, Hua Rumo bowed his knees and saluted, with a faint smile on his pale face.

Ying Yichen's flute sound is amazing, even though it was unfinished, Yingyuan Ji Longyan was very happy, and immediately rewarded a lot of precious jewels, and his eyes fell on Hua Rumo, with undisguised admiration in his eyes, The flowers like ink reminded him of a woman he had seen before.

More than [-] years ago, when he had not sat on this dragon chair, he had been wandering in the rivers and lakes for several years and met many literati and knights, many of whom were crooked.There was once a woman, dressed in a fiery red light-colored skirt, holding a long sword, with fluttering skirts, and a pretty face, who looked at Qingcheng and Qingguo again.

The woman's name is Die Wu, and she is a famous saint of the Yue Sect of the Demon Sect in Jianghu. Later, it is rumored that she left the Yue Sect and betrayed the teacher's sect, and ended up decapitated.

Eagle eyes narrowed slightly, he touched the dragon chair with his fingers, and looked at Hua Rumo lightly. "Where is Princess Han? Do you have any rewards you want?"

Yingyuan Ji's words shocked everyone present, only the emperor rewarded others, when did he hear that he asked about the reward he wanted?What's more, he was the once all-powerful leader of the Northern Kingdom.

Hua Rumo's light-colored eyes are slightly swaying, full of water, shimmering, revealing weakness and gentleness, perhaps this time has been lingering on the sick bed, already weak, if not for Ying Yichen making a joke on the spur of the moment , I am afraid that she should be the one who is embarrassed.

(End of this chapter)