The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 1

The winter in the Jin Dynasty was always extremely cold.The snow is flying, the wind is cold, the branches are withered and jagged, everything is in ruins, and it is a bit bleak and miserable.

Today, it was another cold and snowy day, and the cold courtyard in the palace where few people visited was even more desolate and desolate. The courtyard was full of dead branches and leaves, and even the wild plums in the corners were in full bloom and quietly defeated.

Ye Feiwan was lying on the sickbed, covered with a layer of green burlap quilt, and the room was filled with the pungent smell of the burnt stove.

Shao Yao struggled to fetch a basin of water and put it on the stove, picked up a few pieces of wood and added them to the stove, before she could straighten up, Ye Feiwan coughed violently on the sickbed, her face pale.

Not caring about other things, Shao Yao quickly took out a white burlap silk handkerchief from her sleeve, and brought it to Ye Feiwan's lips: "Miss, are you okay? Don't scare Shao Yao..."

"Look at you, you're so nervous." Ye Feiwan weakly brushed away the silk handkerchief from Shao Yao's hand, her beautiful face was bony and pale as paper, her long messy hair was scattered on the pillow, and she was even paler against the blue silk.

"Miss..." Shaoyao was about to say something, but her hands shook suddenly, the snow-white silk handkerchief was stained red with bright red blood, mixed with coughed up blood clots, it was shocking, and her tears fell "patta" Come out, "Miss, you are coughing up blood, your body is already weak, how can you make such a fuss..."

"Shaoyao," Ye Feiwan felt a burning pain in her chest, as if someone was holding a dagger to cut the flesh on the tip of her heart, and even breathing became difficult, "I'm fine."

"How can it be all right..." Shao Yao took a warm bag aside and put it on Ye Feiwan's chest to simmer, "Miss, please say something nice to the prince, he treats you so well, he will definitely put you out of this cold Pick it up from the courtyard..."

The "Prince" that Shaoyao spoke of was Feng Qing, who was King Jingyuan of the current dynasty and the seventh son of the current emperor.Zhilan Yushu is extremely beautiful, he is a romantic and talented man, and he is even more capable of governing the world.

It's just...to treat her that well?Ye Feiwan listened, his dry well-like eyes moved, like stagnant water, he treated her just because the prince treated the concubine well, giving her power, status, and money.

She was his concubine, that's all.If someone else sat in her seat, he would treat them well.What's more, this seat is a marriage letter that she begged the father of the richest man in the country to ask His Majesty, and she forced him to marry her.

But he had someone else in his heart. She thought that after marrying him, he would be on equal terms with her, he would take her on tours north and south, and he would give her power and status because of love.

But no, he didn't love her, not at all.

Ye Feiwan thought about it, even if he doesn't love her, if he treats her well all the time, as a couple for the rest of his life, she is willing.

But!Three years after she became a concubine, he took in his side concubine Liu Ruyan, that...beauty who resembles his sweetheart.

So, she became jealous, she wanted to push Liu Shi into the lotus pond, and wanted her to disappear by Feng Qing's side forever.But before she could make a move, Liu Shi fell in by herself.Looking at Liu Shi who was ups and downs in the lotus pond, she could only feel pleasure in her heart.Feng Qing came, he rescued Liu Ruyan, and he took good care of the woman.

After a big quarrel, she stabbed the silver hairpin in his chest and abdomen, and she was also punished and moved to the cold courtyard.

It has been nearly a year now, and the two seldom meet each other, and...do not want to see each other again.

"Miss..." Shao Yao was still calling her carefully.

Ye Feiwan raised her eyes, stretched out her hand enduring the pain that penetrated into the bone marrow, the back of her skinny hand trembled slightly, and grabbed Shaoyao's forearm: "You have suffered after following me for these few years."

"Shaoyao is not bitter!" Shaoyao shook her head vigorously, but the tears flowed even more fiercely, "Miss, please take a break, Shaoyao will bring you the medicine, clean your mouth and face, you always love to be clean..."

After she finished speaking, she put her hand on the warm bag, turned around and scooped a cup of warm water from the basin on the stove, and held the scalding medicinal juice with the other hand: "Miss, rinse your mouth first, and then drink the medicine... "The young lady's mouth was full of blood.

Ye Feiwan listened, but just shook her head and forced a smile: "The medicine is still steaming, let's put it away first." He took the warm water, rinsed his mouth, turned his head to look at the window beside the sickbed, "Shaoyao, I I want to look out the window..."

"Miss, it's cold today..."

"Good Shaoyao, I've been bored on this bed for two months, let me take a look." Ye Feiwan squinted her eyes and smiled flatteringly, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons.

Shao Yao froze, but couldn't hold back after all: "It's only a short while, Miss, please hug the warm bag tightly."

"Ah."

As soon as the lanai window was opened a crack, it was knocked open by the winter wind, and the strong wind gathered snow and poured into the house.

Ye Feiwan stared blankly out of the window for a long time: "Shaoyao, that old crooked neck tree is still there..." She opened her mouth suddenly.

"Yeah," Shao Yao seemed to be stunned, looking out of the window and forgetting to close the window for a while, "When we first came, the lady and the slaves were still sitting on the old crooked neck tree watching the moon."

"That's right..." Ye Feiwan replied, "Shaoyao, tell me, my father told me since I was a child that gold is the most important thing. In the end, how could I be so embarrassing..." Her voice seemed to be like this. is confused.

When Shao Yao heard the words, she seemed to be even more sad: "Miss, you miss the master, wait for the prince to let us go, miss, we will guard the tomb for the master..." At this point, she reached out and wiped away her tears, Master... In the end, the rich and powerful owner was stripped of his status by the prince himself, and demoted to the south of the Yangtze River, but... died of illness on the way.

"Wait for him to let us go, wait for him to let us go..." Ye Feiwan whispered, but the tears in his eyes fell uncontrollably, "He won't let go, Shaoyao, he won't let go..."

On the eve of being thrown into this cold courtyard, she found Feng Qing who had been stabbed by her hairpin and was being healed by the imperial doctor. She knelt in front of his room door for an hour. After he came out, she kowtowed three times to him. Just ask for a letter of divorce.

But...he didn't let her go. He said that it was a dream that she wanted to ask for a letter of divorce. He said that even if he died, he would never let her go.

Now, it's up to him whether to let it go or not.

Throwing off the quilt, she folded her hands neatly in front of her body, and lay upright on the couch, her tightly locked brows stretched out, her posture was calm and upright, her brows calm.The pain in my bones seems to have subsided a bit, and the cold wind and snow gradually disappeared...

"Miss, it's cold and snowy, so I can't open the window for a long time. The servant has closed the window." After saying that, she had already grabbed the edge of the window.

"..." But no one answered.

Shaoyao's hand trembled violently, the window was smashed open by the wind and snow again, the gloomy sky, the sound of whimpering wind, the biting cold snow, and the beautiful woman on the couch with her eyes drifting away...

"Miss, miss..." she called hoarsely, her voice hoarse.

After all, she... her time has come.Ye Feiwan thought quietly, after a year in the cold hospital, there was a wind and cold, who would have thought that it would enter the lungs and become tuberculosis, but for the sake of the prince's face, he sent someone to grab medicine to hang her life, but she didn't I wish to be cured again, and the medicine that was delivered every day was poured out in response to the invited imperial physician...

So be it, be it... she thought.

If there is an afterlife, I only wish... I only wish not to belittle myself again...

……

In the study room on one side of the main hall of the palace, King Jingyuan Fengqing took off his fox-fur cloak, revealing a purple robe and python suit. He sat tall and tall behind the desk, with government affairs papers in front of him.

He was crowned king early by his father and cut off the way to the throne. Who would have thought that now his father is old and his brother is a waste, and now he is the supervisor of the country.

It should be busy tonight, but right now, for some reason, I can't see anything.

"Master, the person who brought the refreshments from Concubine Liu in the side courtyard is waiting outside, saying that you are busy with political affairs, you must be exhausted, and ask you to protect your body." The servant Gao Feng who served beside him said respectfully.

Feng Qing, however, did not answer, holding a vermilion pen in his hand, looking at the handwriting, unable to write a word for a long time.

"Master, the cold courtyard behind..." Gao Feng hadn't finished speaking when he saw the ink pen in Feng Qing's hand stop abruptly, and a drop of sweet ink fell on the booklet, smearing it all.

Gao Feng's heart trembled, and he continued: "There is news from the Lengyuan at the back, the princess...has not recovered from her illness."

"What's the matter with me?" Feng Qing's eyes suddenly tightened, and her voice was condensed, "It's just her own fault!" After speaking, her hand unconsciously caressed her lungs. The hairpin injury had healed, but for some reason, she felt a dull pain today.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the study.

Feng Qing had no intention of reading the booklet, but now that he was disturbed by this noise, his heart became more and more irritable: "Go and see." He said displeased.

"Yes." Gao Feng nodded and walked towards the door.

There are two servants outside the door, one standing and one kneeling, Gao Feng just saw the standing person, Du Juan, the servant of Concubine Liu in the side yard, is holding a plate box in his hand, faintly sweet.

"Miss Du Juan, the prince has no use for tea today, please go back." Gao Feng waved to Du Juan, and Du Juan glanced at the study. This was not the first time the prince refused, so he knelt beside him The woman laughed mockingly, and walked into the wind and snow with an oil-paper umbrella wrapped tightly in a cotton coat.

Gao Feng had to turn his head to look at the kneeling man, the thin clothes were really pitiful in this wind and snow, the thin woman might be blown away by the wind, and the snow turned into water, even a head Her messy long hair was wet, she was in a mess, her face was blue from the cold, and her hands were full of chilblains, but she was unconscious and lifeless.

"Miss Shaoyao, the prince is in a bad mood today, I'm afraid he won't want to hear about the princess." Gao Feng shook his head and sighed, "I'll send someone to send some precious herbs over tomorrow. Rest..."

As for Leng Yuan, they dare not be negligent, after all...the only person in the world who can stab the prince and make him hide it from anyone to pursue the crime is the princess.

"Director Gao," Shao Yao heard the words, but her face was still expressionless, she raised her head, her voice was dead silent, "Miss is gone."

"Pa——" There was a sudden loud noise in the study, causing everyone outside the door to bow their heads one after another. In the twelfth lunar month of winter, elite soldiers and good guards were kneeling all over the ground.

"Miss Shaoyao, what did you just say?" Gao Feng felt that he had probably misheard. How could the woman who had lived all over the capital chasing the prince go as soon as she said it?
"Miss is gone." Shaoyao repeated, tears fell on the snow, making a small round hole.

Gao Feng didn't know how he got into the study, so he just walked to the prince in a daze, and saw that the prince was still holding the ink pen tightly, and still didn't write a word: "Master, just now Miss Shaoyao said, said..."

What to say, he was a little speechless.

King Jing Yuan, who was always impatient, did not urge him at this moment, and still did not move.

"...The concubine has gone." The complete words finally came out.

"Pa—" In the palm of Feng Qing's palm, the ink brush broke, the ink was splashed, and the blood oozed from the palm of the hand, staining a piece of paper red.

"Yeah." In the end, he responded lightly, "Pull it out and bury it."

But when Gao Feng turned to leave, he got up immediately: "That woman has always been scheming, this king will definitely witness her fall into the soil!"

After the words fell, without the cloak on, the man had already walked out of the study, and his figure was a little flustered.

(End of this chapter)