The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 108 Are You Happy?

No one speaks in bed.

The stove was still burning hot, and the cold air that rushed in through the window just now dissipated before it diffused.

Ye Feiwan clutched the quilt tightly and suddenly felt a little dull. She sat up and looked at Shaoyao.

Shao Yao was probably taken aback by her, but she was still looking at her with worried eyes.

"I'm really fine." Ye Feiwan shook his head, explained again, and then smiled.

Seeing that her expression was really calm, Shao Yao finally let go of some worries, took the copper basin, and waited for her to wash while saying: "Speaking of which, why is the prince so busy recently? He has never seen Miss once."

Ye Feiwan wiped his hands: "He has important things to do, why come to the backyard?"

"Is it a big deal?" Shao Yao wondered, "But, I heard from Gao Feng that the prince drove a carriage to Mr. Qu's house yesterday."

Master Qu?

Ye Feiwan was taken aback by the hand that took the mouthwash cup, and asked lightly: "What is he doing at Mr. Qu's house?"

Shaoyao thought for a while: "I heard that the imperial concubine has served the emperor well, and the emperor allowed her to come back. The prince asked her to personally send it to her."

It turned out that he was not too busy to squeeze out any time.

Can't help but think that Qu Yan once said to her, "Ah Qing went home with you", now, does he also accompany Qu Yan?

Ye Feiwan glanced at the teacup in his hand, and spat out the water in his mouth.

"Miss?"

"It's a little boring in this room, let's go out and relax." Ye Feiwan smiled, and wrapped up his jacket while talking. The first snow has fallen, and it's time to change into winter clothes. The inner jacket, the jacket, and the outer jacket are all one piece. At least, after putting it on, Shao Yao put a thick plush cloak on her.

The white fluff inlaid the corners, making her face even smaller.

"Miss, have you lost weight?" Shao Yao suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Ye Feiwan was startled, then shook his head, "I haven't eaten less these days, how could I lose weight?"

Shao Yao remained silent, it wasn't these few days, this cloak was from last year, the young lady used to wear it just right, but today, her shoulders can't hold it up.

On the day of the first snow, it was really cold. As soon as I went out, there was a gust of cold wind.When your feet step on the snow, the sound of "creaking and creaking" is very pleasant.

"Miss, I'll bring you a warm bag." After all, Shao Yao was worried that the weather would be too cold, so she said in a low voice, turned around and walked towards the back room.

Ye Feiwan stood quietly by the dead tree in the yard, and the branches were covered with snow. She stretched out her hand to take a handful, feeling a little dazed for some reason.

Although she had died in winter, she had never been exposed to wind and snow, because she had been lying on the sickbed.Now I feel a little happy in my heart.

Squinting his eyes and looking up, counting the days, the emperor should have recovered by this time, and Feng Qing has already started to have the right to speak in the court.

Therefore, asking Ying to personally send Qu Yan back to Qu's house is something he can do.

Hand, slowly stroking towards the heart, Qian Zhuwan told him not to move again, she didn't want to experience another tragic death.

……

When Nan Mo was led into the backyard by the servants of the palace, what he saw was a woman standing beside a dead tree, looking up at the snow.

In the past, the girl who rode a horse and galloped through the capital with high eyebrows, now...a lot of melancholy and...sorrow are added to her back?
Nan Mo frowned slightly.

"Master Nan, please wait again, I will inform the princess..."

"No need." Nan Mo raised his hand, his voice was as gentle as ever, "The princess and I are old acquaintances."

The servant frowned in embarrassment, but thought that the prince had rarely slept with the princess since he entered the mansion, so he probably didn't care, so he bowed and stood at the gate of the backyard.

Nan Mo walked towards the courtyard, and couldn't help but relax his footsteps. After thinking for a while, he took out a handful of snow from a corner of the wall, and threw it at the cloak on the back of the woman next to the dead tree not far away.

The snow splashed away, and some of it splashed onto Ye Feiwan's neck, giving off a slight chill. She let out a low cry in surprise, and turned around hastily.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Nan Mo standing behind him in a green robe, still looking warm, with a smile on his lips, looking at her with a smile.

"Brother Nan?" Ye Feiwan was surprised, and took another look at the cloak, and said helplessly, "Why are you suddenly throwing snow at me?"

"It seems that some people are in a daze." Nan Mo smiled, and the smile gradually faded away, "But after all, you have grown up. In the past, you were the first to hit people."

They grew up, and when she was young, she couldn't understand his temperament of always smiling when he saw everyone, so she had a snowball fight with him unexpectedly when it snowed.

But she was much more ruthless in her attack, and directly smashed into the neck.

Ye Feiwan also thought about the past, and smiled embarrassedly: "I was naughty and ignorant back then."

Naughty and ignorant, she commented all about her past.

Nan Moben's gentle expression tightened a bit, and it took a long time before he said: "Why are you underestimating yourself? I think it's better to be more lively in the past."

Ye Feiwan froze, feeling that Nan Mo was a little different today, so he could only laugh and say, "I heard that Brother Nan Qiuwei won the first prize in one fell swoop, and now he has entered the Imperial Academy, and I haven't congratulated you yet... I don't know why Brother Nan came to me thing?"

"Wan Wan." Nan Mo's voice was low, "...the smile is too forced, it doesn't look good."

In the past, when she was happy, she was happy, and when she was unhappy, she was unhappy, never like this.

Ye Feiwan froze, and forced a smile with hooked lips: "What's not good-looking? Shaoyao said that I lost weight this morning!"

"Shaoyaosu always follows you, so it's unbelievable." Nanmo rarely sang the opposite tune with her.

"Hi!" Ye Feiwan looked up at him, and it was rare to have a bit of the old lady's temper.

Nan Mo stared at her, and suddenly couldn't help shaking his head and chuckling, his neck suddenly felt cold—Ye Feiwan threw a handful of snow at him.

"Let you say I'm ugly." Ye Feiwan raised his eyebrows.

Being hit on the neck by a handful of snow, Nan Mo was not annoyed, but added a little smile: "Wanwan, in the past, I let you."

"Ok?"

After saying that, he bent down again, picked up a handful of snow and threw it at her, but it only hit her cloak.

It was rare for Ye Feiwan to forget his troubles and dodge in a hurry, but he developed a bit of arrogance in the past, and he was unambiguous at the moment, and threw him at him.

It's just that for some reason, Nan Mo's movements, which are obviously lively, always look a bit refined, but she is...reckless.

"No more!" Ye Feiwan shook his hand.

Nan Mo also stopped moving, and shook his head slightly. Perhaps after hearing some rumors from the court these few days, he actually... a little indulged himself, but he still walked in front of her: "Why..."

Before he could finish speaking, a handful of snow fell on his face.

"Pfft..." Ye Feiwan laughed out loud, "You said you let me, I don't believe it."

It was her trick.

Nan Mo was slightly stunned, and his smile gradually deepened. Everyone in the Imperial Academy said that Mr. Nan had a delicate heart, but he was relaxed at this moment.

……

At the backyard gate.

Listening to the noisy noise in the courtyard, the servants felt uneasy. After all, no matter how unfavored the princess is, she is still the princess.

When he looked back, the servant was frightened out of his wits and hurriedly knelt on the ground: "See..."

"Shut up." The man's voice was cold and stern, and his eyes slowly looked towards the backyard for a moment.

The rare cheerful smile between the woman's eyebrows, and the man's always elegant figure add to her pampering.

It's really... dazzling.

"My lord..." The servants panicked.

In the next moment, Feng Qing turned around and quickly walked towards the vestibule, his thick black cloak fluttering in the cold wind, full of anger.

(End of this chapter)