However, there is no evidence that there is anything wrong with what he said.

Zhao Xiangling pulled a chair and sat down on the table. Anyway, it's scoundrel enough, you might as well be a scoundrel to the end.

Looking at her appearance, Li Ruiqing had nothing to do. He thought about it, and simply didn't stay in the house, and raised his feet to prepare to go out.

Before he could go out, he heard a 'thud', as if something had hit the ground.

Li Ruiqing paused and reminded himself not to fall for Zhao Xiangling's scheme. If he turned back, he would probably fall into her trap.

So Li Ruiqing took two more steps forward.

He thought that Zhao Xiangling's face was indeed not very good, and he might really feel a little uncomfortable, even if she pretended to be dead, it was really inappropriate to leave rashly like this.

And, if she hadn't pretended, there wouldn't have been a second person in the house.

After weighing it, Li Ruiqing still walked back.

Sure enough, Zhao Xiangling was crooked on the ground, pursed his lips, and didn't know what was going on.

Looking at her appearance, most of them are not pretending.

After taking two quick steps, Li Ruiqing hugged her horizontally, freed up one hand to hold her pulse, and couldn't help but tighten his eyebrows.

How much did she think about it, so that she would run so far and dig a hole for so long?

Li Ruiqing sighed, called Zhimu to ask him to grab the medicine, and twisted a handkerchief on top of Zhao Xiangling's head, looking at her and not knowing what to say.

said that she deserved it, but she couldn't bear it, said that she was pitiful, and she was a moth made by herself.

Li Ruiqing felt that he really had nothing to do with her.

There was no way, and when Zhao Xiangling woke up, Li Ruiqing immediately had a cold face and threw the handkerchief he was twisting back into the copper basin.

Rubbing his eyes, Zhao Xiangling sat up, looked at Li Ruiqing's forced coldness on his face, and straightened his face: "Li Aiqing." ”

"The minister is here." Li Rui glanced at her and replied.

"Why am I here?"

Zhao Xiangling pointed to the bed board under her.

Li Ruiqing replied: "Your Majesty is not clear in your heart? ”

"Then ......" Zhao Xiangling pointed to the ground, "Why are you there?" ”

"The minister is not here, where should he be?" Li Ruiqing retorted to her.

Zhao Xiangling squinted, moved in with a smile, and pointed to the place next to him: "Here, yours." ”

"I don't dare." Li Ruiqing snorted, "After all, Your Majesty has made a decree, where is there room for the ministers to resist?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, his face was pulled up by Zhao Xiangling and it hurt.

"Li Ruiqing, listen to me, that holy decree was not written by me!" Zhao Xiangling lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed, standing on the ground and glaring at him.

"Really?" Li Ruiqing said, "That was written by a pig?" ”

Zhao Xiangling was stunned. She was wrong, she should have said that the decree was not her own.

After thinking about it again, she understood that Li Ruiqing clearly knew the whole story. He must have known that the decree was the one from before.

Okay, he is Li Ruiqing, he knows everything, and he pretends not to know anything to make things difficult for himself.

Really, my heart is so bad!

Thinking about it, she added a little strength to her hand, pinching Li Ruiqing's face slightly red.

"Now that you know, why are you still angry with me?" Zhao Xiangling was sullen.

Li Ruiqing pinched her face by her, and looked at her helplessly: "Don't you want me to be happy?" ”

Of course not. But he will not take his anger out on himself.

Zhao Xiangling thought about it and let go of the hand holding Li Ruiqing. Two finger prints appeared on his face, which were very conspicuous on the snow-white skin.

In an instant, Zhao Xiangling felt that he had no grievances.

After all, all the grievances were avenged from Li Ruiqing's face.

"Happy?" Li Ruiqing asked her.

Zhao Xiangling shook his head: "I'm not very happy." Are you really going to be married? ”

As soon as these words came out, Li Ruiqing fell into a long silence.

Zhao Xiangling was not in a hurry, just silently waiting for his answer.

Just when Zhao Xiangling thought that he couldn't speak, he heard him let out a long sigh.

He said, "No." ”

This marriage, he will not succeed.

Zhao Xiangling seemed to be relieved, but seemed to be in a greater worry. She said: "I'm afraid that Wei Wei and Zhao Instant will not let you go." ”

The Captain received the Holy Decree and could be used as a token. He will do everything possible to make this family bonded. And Zhao Xian is the initiator of this matter, and it is not known what kind of calculation he is making.

In short, it won't be a good thing.

"Come on, come on." Li Ruiqing said, "Is it possible that you are still afraid of them?" ”

There are many winds and waves, and he has seen a lot over the years, and no one can force him to do what he really doesn't want to do.

Looking at his appearance, Zhao Xiangling smiled: "You are full of confidence." ”

Li Ruiqing was noncommittal: "Your Majesty thinks so, that's it." ”

As he spoke, he knocked on the window outside and whispered, "Master, there is your letter." ”

"Bring it in." Li Ruiqing did not avoid Zhao Xiangling and let Genmu come in directly.

When Mu came in, he saw Zhao Xiangling at a glance, coughed lightly, and gave Li Ruiqing a look.

Zhao Xiangling looked at it and understood what was going on.

She stepped forward quickly, slashed at his left hand, and when he habitually shrank back, she pulled a letter out of his arms.

She raised it and said with a smile: "The letter is in my hand, you can step back." ”

Zhimu looked at Li Ruiqing and stopped talking, but he was forced by Zhao Xiangling's threat and retreated silently.

"Ruiqing, don't you mind if I take a look?" Zhao Xiangling raised his hand and had already opened the envelope. Where is the slightest room for negotiation?

"Look." Li Ruiqing sighed.

As soon as he snatched the letterhead, Zhao Xiangling noticed that the envelope was made of plum blossoms that the ladies of the capital liked, and the plum blossoms were lightly printed on it, which looked delicate and dignified.

You don't have to think about it to know who wrote this letter to Li Ruiqing.

Most of them are Hu Lelan, who was married yesterday.

"Lord Zuo Xiang." Zhao Xiangling cleared his throat and read, "Farewell ...... yesterday"

She read half of the sentence, and with a click tore the letter to shreds, along with the envelope.

Zhao Xiangling originally planned to throw it on the ground, but he felt that it was inappropriate, so he simply threw it all into the copper basin that Li Ruiqing used to put her head on before.

Seeing that the ink was blurred by the water, and it was no longer possible to see what was written on it, Zhao Xiangling clapped his hands and sat down.

She said, "I'm done, and you're done." ”

Li Ruiqing was helpless: "You should read what she said." ”

"Don't look." Zhao Xiangling twisted his eyebrows, "You went to see her yesterday?" ”

Thinking of this, Zhao Xiangling felt a little unpleasant.

It feels like my own cabbage secretly went to see another pig.

"Yes." Li Ruiqing did not deny it.

"What are you going to do with her?"

Zhao Xiangling didn't think that Li Ruiqing would have nothing to do to find a girl in the boudoir.

"Divorce." Li Ruiqing's answer was refreshing.

Divorce. Zhao Xiangling's original unhappiness was swept away. She curled her lips slightly, thinking that this was one of the few things that pleased her.

"What did she say?" Zhao Xiangling asked.

Li Ruiqing replied: "She doesn't agree. ”