The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 132 Is the prince jealous?
Fu Xian's words were playful and teasing, but in Ye Feiwan's ears, it was a bit colder than the winter weather, freezing the atmosphere in an instant.

Feng Qing still maintained the movement of grabbing her wrist, without moving, with a calm expression.

But only Ye Feiwan knew that he was not as calm as he appeared on the surface at all, just because... the force with which he gripped his wrist was even greater, so big that the wound was in pain again.

With a slightly pale face, she turned her head and stared fiercely at the direction Fu Xian's carriage was leaving, and left as soon as she left, leaving her with this mess.

The strength in the wrist suddenly increased, and the wound stabbed. Ye Feiwan couldn't help turning his head with a low hum, and struggled.

"Everyone has already left, and the princess is still so reluctant to part?" Feng Qing's words became colder and colder, "It was just Nanmo before, but now he doesn't even let the young master of Ruyi Pavilion go. He is worthy of being the richest man!"

Ye Feiwan froze, and raised his eyes to look at Feng Qing. He actually...had never believed her.

He didn't believe her in showing her love to him so boldly in the past, and even... still felt that she had an affair with Nanmo and Fuxian.

"Nothing to say?" Feng Qingfu said again, his eyes became more gloomy.

Ye Feiwan pondered for a moment, and after a long time, he pursed his lips and let out a chuckle.

Feng Qing frowned: "What are you laughing at?"

"I laugh at the prince who only allows state officials to set fires, but not the people to light lamps." Ye Feiwan raised his eyebrows, "The prince has a close relationship with the woman next to him, and I have never questioned him like this before. Why did the prince come to me with such an attitude?" What? Could it be that your lord...is jealous?" The last few words she said were extremely provocative.

But the next moment, the strength in her wrist became stronger and stronger, so much that she couldn't restrain the pain any longer, and sucked on the mat.

Feng Qing's eyes moved slightly.

"What?" Sensing the change in his expression, Ye Feiwan pursed his lips, imitating the tone he had just said to Fu Xian, "Could it be that the lord loves me?"

In her heart, no matter Feng Qing or Fu Xian, even though their temperaments are quite different, they are both extremely proud.Their dignity does not allow them to feel sorry for someone like her, so when Fu Xian heard her words, he quickly denied it as if his tail had been stepped on.

Feng Qing should have denied it quickly.

"..." However, he was silent.

His eyes were deep in the night, staring at her tightly, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and he said nothing.

But with his eyes like this, Ye Feiwan only felt flustered, her heart was still sore because of Feng Qing's undistressed, and more... afraid of his distressed.

She was afraid... when she was finally about to give up, she would notice the slightest tenderness from him.

"You don't feel bad, Feng Qing." He didn't say a word, and she answered for her, "I feel bad for someone, not like you."

Ye Feiwan even felt that... Feng Qing didn't understand what distress was.

Don't feel bad?Feng Qing's fingertips moved slightly, why... I always feel that someone is holding my heart tightly, it doesn't hurt, but it's sore and tight.

"How did the wound come about?" In the end, he ignored the question of whether he felt distressed or not, and changed the subject.

If you really just go out and hang out, will you get hurt?Looking at her wounds, most of them were wounded by sword energy. It can be seen that the person who injured her was not weak in martial arts. She was born in a wealthy family, how could she provoke those right and wrong people?
"Didn't the prince hear it just now?" Ye Feiwan said slowly.

"This king wants you to say it yourself!" Feng Qing's voice suddenly sank.

Ye Feiwan glanced at the wound on his arm, then turned to look at the guard behind him: "Your lord, are you sure you want me to say something that might embarrass you in public?"

As soon as these words came out, Feng Qing's eyes sank, she turned her eyes to look around, grabbed her in the next moment, and walked towards the main hall.

Ye Feiwan staggered after him, his wrist was actually in pain.

Inexplicably, I thought of Fu Xian's phrase "pain, you have to say it", but she didn't have the capital to say it, no one felt sorry for her, and it was just a laugh when she said it.

With a "bang--", the wooden door of the main hall was closed tightly, and Feng Qing turned his head almost immediately.

But he was stunned when he looked back, the wound on Ye Feiwan's arm was bleeding again, perhaps because of the tugging on his wrist just now.It even stained his palms.But she never said a word.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, and Feng Qing quickly let go of her wrist.

He has always been good at forbearance, but at this moment he couldn't help feeling angry. She always said nothing in front of him!

"Tell me!" he snapped, "Why did the wound come from!"

Ye Feiwan carefully dragged his arm with one hand: "Someone chased and killed Fu Xian, I protected him." The voice was understated.

protected him...

What she said was so plain, but Feng Qing's anger was even more intense: "What? Is the princess only able to seduce people with this trick? Use your body as a shield? Like what you did on the day you got married?"

"Feng Qing!" Ye Feiwan raised her head abruptly, looking at him in disbelief. On the day they got married, she blocked a sword for him and nearly died, but in his mouth, she became a means of seduction!

Feng Qing seemed to be aware of what he said, a bit of surprise appeared in his eyes, but he pursed his lips tightly and stopped talking.

"What the lord said is actually true," Ye Feiwan turned away from looking at him, "protecting Fuxian today is exactly the same as protecting the lord that day..."

"Ye Feiwan!" Feng Qing clenched her hands tightly, her eyes were burning with anger, how dare she admit it!

On the day of their marriage, when she stood in front of him, there seemed to be many vicissitudes in her eyes, and the heavy emotions were overwhelming, making it almost difficult for him to breathe, torturing his mind every day.

Now, she actually used the same method to protect others!

"However, you don't have to speak so harshly, my lord," Ye Feiwan gradually calmed down after being called out like this by Feng Qing, "I'm not like my lord, until you and I reconcile, I won't hook up with other men It's just...to protect Fuxian today, just because he has news about the red jade glazed cup..." At the end of the speech, the voice finally became a little tired.

She had already explained it clearly, so he didn't need to look at him with such "catch" eyes.

But she seemed to be wrong. Hearing what she said, Feng Qing's face seemed even uglier.

"Red jade glazed cup?" Feng Qing took a step closer to her, his voice was very soft, "You go to an outsider to ask for information about the ruby ​​colored glazed cup? You don't even hesitate to toss yourself into such a mess?"

But what annoyed him even more was that...she would rather go to an outsider than to find him!

Ye Feiwan's eyes swept away from the wound: "Whatever you want, you have to pay a price." For example, Feng Qing, she paid a higher price to get him.Thinking of this, her eyes darkened a bit.

"But this price is simply the result of your unnecessary actions!" Feng Qing's voice suddenly increased a bit, looking at her expression, only when she came back with a feather, slowly put his hand into his sleeve pocket, "Why? Only now did I find myself Did you find the wrong person? Fu Xian doesn't know the whereabouts of Hongyu Liuli at all? Didn't he return to the palace in the end..."

The words stopped abruptly.

Ye Feiwan quietly opened the red sandalwood box in his hand, and the red jade glass cup, which was as clear as blood, was quietly placed in it...

(End of this chapter)