The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 100 "Idle King" Is Really Idle

That night, Ye Feiwan didn't sleep well.

She seldom sleeps on the same couch with Feng Qing. She thought about it in the past, but he didn't want to, and now they don't want to, but this is the palace, so it can only be like this.

Therefore, she woke up from time to time at night to take a look at the distance between Feng Qing.

The bed is not small, and there is always one person's width between her and Feng Qing.

And the direct consequence of this is... When she woke up the next day, the sun had already risen.

Ye Feiwan covered her lips with her hand, and yawned lazily and in a low voice. She didn't mind the naive look when she woke up. Anyway, Feng Qing always woke up early, and she would never have the affectionate feeling of "watching her until she wakes up". In the bridge section, he left directly after getting up, even the time she gave him medicine was no exception.

Opening her arms, she just wanted to stretch again, but her hand hit something.

Ye Feiwan froze, and unconsciously opened his arms to touch.

Hard, but with a little warmth.

"Has the princess touched enough?" The man's voice sounded, with a hint of hoarseness and magnetism.

"Ah..." Ye Feiwan let out a low cry, and hurriedly hid on the side of the couch. Just now, when she turned her head, she saw Feng Qing lazily covered with a thin quilt, and her snow-white undershirt was loose, revealing her strong chest. .

And her hand was on his chest.

Like a stylus, Ye Feiwan quickly withdrew his hand, and then turned his head to look out the window with a little bit of disbelief in the next moment.

The sun is rising and the sun is shining brightly. The weather is fine today, and the hour is almost over.

"You...why are you here?" Ye Feiwan frowned.

"Last night, the concubine invited me to sleep on the same couch, so you forgot today?" Feng Qing sat up, with the thin quilt falling off her body, revealing more and more chests.

Ye Feiwan's eyes panicked, and he hastily turned his eyes away.

Feng Qing, however, only looked at her thoughtfully before arranging her underwear slowly.

He had indeed woken up a long time ago, but... just after waking up, he heard slight footsteps coming from the roof, presumably someone was watching them from the dark, and he just lay on the bed motionless without doing anything else.

until she wakes up.

But... Thinking of her naive appearance when she yawned just now, she was completely different from the misty calmness of last night.She...has never been like this in front of him.

"Who, I've invited you!" Ye Feiwan frowned, took the outer skirt and put it on, and then put on a cloak.

Although the sun is shining brightly today, it is always a bit chilly.

Feng Qing raised her eyebrows, said nothing more, and also got up from the bed.

Almost as soon as they put on their clothes, the little eunuch and maid outside the door came in, took copper basins and cups, rinsed their mouths and cleansed their faces, and after serving them, they said: "My lord, the empress said yesterday that you will wake up Go and help some His Royal Highness."

Feng Qing flicked the wide sleeves of the python suit casually: "The prince has long been proficient in handling political affairs, and I still have other important matters."

Ye Feiwan glanced at Feng Qing several times, but still didn't understand what else he had to do.

But... After a stick of incense, someone played a guzheng in the courtyard of the bedroom.

Ye Feiwan raised her eyebrows slightly, why didn't she know that Feng Qing still had such elegance today?

Unexpectedly, Feng Qing didn't even look at the guzheng, but only looked at her: "This king vaguely remembers that before you and I got married, the princess once played a song in the Princess Anping's mansion, and it was a blockbuster?"

His words are lazy and lazy, and they are really romantic.

Ye Feiwan frowned, didn't understand which play Feng Qing sang, and said, "It's hard for the prince to remember."

"The sound of nature," Feng Qing lowered his eyes and chuckled, "I will never forget it." The last sentence was much deeper.

That day, she really shined brilliantly in front of everyone, but when he listened to the sound of the piano, his heart was dull and terrified, and the overwhelming despair inside was something he had never heard from a woman's sound of the piano.

"Thank you, my lord, for thinking about it," Ye Feiwan smiled, "I don't..." She wished.

Playing the guzheng, I thought of the days when I was alone guarding the palace waiting for him to come back, and the days when I was looking forward to begging him to give her half of my eyes, it was not a good feeling.

Unexpectedly, before she completely refused, Feng Qing had already lazily walked two steps towards her, wishing to lean against her side: "The wall has ears." After finishing speaking, the voice became louder, "Princess, I want to hear it. "The voice returned to the calmness just now.

The wall has ears.

Ye Feiwan was not stupid, so he naturally understood what Feng Qing meant, and finally understood why Feng Qing was posing this "Idle King" posture, pursed his lips and looked at him, finally got up, and walked to the side beside the guzheng.

I fiddled with the strings twice, the guzheng is very precious, and the sound of the zither is extremely crisp.

She paused for a while, only following her past memories, playing the tune of "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix", with calm eyes.

Feng Qing half-closed her eyes, leaning on the stone bench in the courtyard, squinting her eyes and listening lazily, the melodious sound of the piano.Opening her eyes, the woman in the white cloak, the tip of her nose seemed to be blown by the wind, with a tinge of red, unexpectedly... a bit soft.

The domineering daughter of the richest man?Delicate?

Feng Qing felt that he must be crazy, so he stood up slowly and walked towards her.

Ye Feiwan was playing concentratingly, when a body leaned against her side.She was startled, and the sound of the piano was out of tune.

But Feng Qing, who was still on the stone bench just now, had already walked over, and sat on a bench with her: "The sound of Wangfei's piano is really sweet..." He said casually.

Ye Feiwan lowered his eyes slightly, suddenly his hands became stronger, and the sound of the piano became louder.

"How long do you want to play?" She asked in a low voice, her eyebrows were gentle, as if... the two of them were in love.

Feng Qing leaned towards her: "Maybe... just let him have a comfortable birthday."

birthday?Ye Feiwan remembered that the queen said yesterday that the emperor's birthday was approaching.

Turning her head, she glanced at the man beside her: "I never thought the prince would be so filial." What he said was half true and half false.

She never knew him. In his previous life, he clearly held great power, but he didn't take the throne. He even... even sent an imperial physician to follow the old emperor at all times, in case he was weak and died suddenly.

When Feng Qing heard this, she only laughed ironically: "Filial piety..." But she didn't say anything more.

Seeing him at night, Ye Feiwan didn't want to talk much, so naturally he didn't ask more questions.

Feng Qing straightened up suddenly, and fiddled with the wooden peg under the guzheng. There was actually a hidden box with a bamboo flute inside.

"This king is also here to cheer on the princess." After saying that, he had already put the bamboo flute to his lips, and the sound of the flute was long and long.

Ye Feiwan paused when he was playing the zither, and the sound of the zither suddenly rang out hoarsely.

She hastily calmed down, but... the subordinates finally became a little flustered, and the sound of the piano added a bit of haste and anxiety.

The zither and the sound...

When she was learning Guzheng, she imagined this scene in her mind.

But now it seems that he cooperates well with her, the piano is low and long, and they complement each other.

However, it was done in the context of acting.

Turning his head, he glanced at the man beside him. His profile was as handsome as a banished fairy, and his white robe made him look like a god, as if he was about to transform into a feather in the next moment.

Heart beat violently.

(End of this chapter)