The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 143 He's Drunk
Feng Qing came back very late tonight.

When Ye Feiwan returned to the palace, apart from packing away all the things that Feng Qing had rewarded her last time, he kept listening to the movement in the front yard, but he never came back.

In her heart, she regretted lying in front of her father over and over again.

It would be fine if he just lied about it himself, he never wanted to involve Feng Qing in it.

Her father wanted her and Feng Qing to pay homage to her mother. Ye Feiwan knew what this meant, and his father recognized Feng Qing's identity in his heart.

At that time, if Heli...

"Miss, the prince is back." Outside the door, Shao Yao's voice came.

Ye Feiwan suddenly came back to his senses, his heart tightened, but he still let out a shallow breath: "I see." After saying that, he put on a thick white cloak and walked out the door.

"But..." Shao Yao hesitated, "Your Highness... seems a little drunk..."

drunk?

Ye Feiwan instinctively didn't believe it, Feng Qing had a good drinker capacity, and in his past and present lives, except for the few times when he was drugged, he never lost consciousness.

But when she walked to the front yard and saw the figure supported by Gao Feng, she had to admit that Feng Qing...was really drunk.

He staggered a bit, wearing a black felt cloak, his figure was tall but exuded a bit of aloofness.

During the Spring Festival, there are many official banquets. With Feng Qing's current status, it is inevitable that he will be invited to go.

Ye Feiwan's footsteps slowed down a little. There was a layer of snow on the ground. She stepped on it and looked at the figure not far away.

He has been very busy, always very busy, so busy that he can't give her half of his attention, but... if it is Qu Yan, he will take time to accompany her.

Ahead, Gao Feng also slowed down Feng Qing's pace with the help of Feng Qing.

"My lord, it's my concubine." Gao Feng's voice was extremely low, "It seems that I have something to do with you..."

Feng Qing followed her gaze.

Ye Feiwan's breathing didn't even feel stagnant, and even when he was drunk, his eyes were still as cold and as deep as an ancient well.

Shaking her head hurriedly, shaking off the redundant thoughts in her mind, thinking that it was her begging for help, a smile appeared on the corner of her lips, and she lifted her foot to walk towards him.

Feng Qing looked at the figure slowly walking towards her, and remembered his birthday that day, but she said it was Xiaonian, her heart tightened, and she looked away almost instantly: "No see." He said two words lightly, turned around and went back to the front Courtyard study.

Ye Feiwan's footsteps froze in place, and he naturally listened to his words just now.Looking up again, he only had time to see Feng Qing's back.

What he left for her was always his back.

It was in the previous life, and it is the same in this life.

Feeling confused, Ye Feiwan simply turned around and walked quickly towards the backyard.

Shao Yao who hurried to catch up with her saw her rushing back: "Miss..."

Ye Feiwan ignored her and went back to her room.

……

Right now, the front yard.

Feng Qing rubbed the center of her eyebrows with one hand, and sat on the main seat.

There was no way to shirk the official banquet of reciprocity. Xu Shi knew that the plan for many years was about to come true, so he didn't refuse the toast, and he didn't feel a little drunk.

"My lord, hangover tea." Gao Feng stepped forward respectfully and put the hangover tea aside.

"Yeah." Feng Qing responded in a low voice, with downcast eyes, he happened to see Gao Feng's boots were soaked in snow, just like the woman standing in the snow waiting for him, wearing a thick white velvet cloak, Her face was even smaller, standing there alone.

"What's going on in the house today?" Feng Qing asked suddenly.

"Nothing happened..." Gao Feng was about to respond, but suddenly thought of something, "The princess came to ask about the prince several times."

"Huh?" Feng Qing raised her eyes.

"The concubine returned to Ye Mansion today, and when she comes back again, she has been waiting for the prince." Facing the gaze of the prince, Gao Feng lowered his voice a little.

"..." This time, Feng Qing didn't respond.

"My lord?"

"You go down first."

……

backyard.

Ye Feiwan hadn't gone out since returning to the room, and everyone was dismissed.

She alone put away all the things Feng Qing rewarded her just now, one by one, and threw them into the depths of the suitcase.

How lowly is she? In the previous life, he repeatedly avoided seeing her on the grounds of being busy, but in this life, she still wants to stick to him?
"It's just a prince, what's so great..." she muttered.

But at this moment, the window seemed to be blown open by the wind, and a chill came in.

Ye Feiwan hurried forward and was about to close the window, but when he saw a black figure suddenly appearing outside the window, he cried out in surprise: "Ah..."

A strong smell of wine came from her nose, and then she saw clearly that there was a person standing there, who was still very familiar.

"When did you come?" Ye Feiwan frowned. Who was the person outside the window if it wasn't Feng Qing?

But Feng Qing ignored her.

Thinking of the word "I don't see" he said so coldly just now, Ye Feiwan's mind sank, and he asked again: "My lord has something to do..."

"It was you who went to find me first." Feng Qing finally spoke.

Ye Feiwan froze for a moment: "Your lord, you won't see me..."

"Noisy." Feng Qing interrupted her suddenly, stretched out his hand to support the window, while the white robe was flying, he had already jumped into the room, his figure was outstanding.

But after all, because of drunkenness, his figure swayed slightly.

Ye Feiwan reached out and grabbed his arm almost instantly to stabilize his body.

But... when he really stood still, she froze.

Her movements were too natural, like... a subconscious reaction. In the previous life, after he was a prisoner, he returned drunk many times, and she supported him like this until he entered the cold courtyard.

Feng Qing seemed to have noticed it too, and looked down at her holding his hand.

Ye Feiwan hastily let go, pretending to be calm, walked aside, closed the window, and blocked the cold wind outside.

Feng Qing still stood where she was, watched her movements for a long time, and then said slowly, "What's the matter?" Her voice was a little cold.

Ye Feiwan bit the corner of her lower lip, opened the suitcase, took out the things she had thrown in just now, and placed them one by one in front of Feng Qing.

Feng Qing frowned, watching her movements, without moving: "What does this mean?"

"A few days ago, you gave me back the reward you gave me because of my father's donation of food and grass," Ye Feiwan said.

Feng Qing's brows became more and more frowned: "There is no reason to take back what this king sent out."

"It's not that you want to take it back, but...I want to... change a condition." Ye Feiwan's voice was extremely soft.

"What conditions?"

"Today, I went to Ye Mansion and met my father." Ye Feiwan paused, and finally raised his head and looked at him. "He hopes that you can go with me to worship my mother on the fifth day of the lunar new year."

"..." Feng Qing didn't seem to expect this to happen, his eyes narrowed, and he didn't respond.

"I know, you and I will eventually get back together. The deeper the entanglement, the more troublesome it will be in the future, but my father's health is not good, I can't bear to refuse, don't worry, this is definitely not a trick to get..." Yue said, Ye Feiwan became more and more confused.

"What playing hard to get?" Feng Qing still half-closed his eyes, the smell of wine permeated his body.

"Didn't you often say that all I did was playing hard to get?" Ye Feiwan raised his head.

Feng Qing's body froze, thinking of the past, her expression turned a little dark.

Ye Feiwan thought he was unwilling: "Of course, if you don't want to, I understand..."

"Ye Feiwan." Feng Qing interrupted her suddenly.

Ye Feiwan raised his eyes in doubt: "Huh?"

Feng Qing's thin lips were slightly pursed, and she was silent for a long time before she spoke:
"The 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, what day is it?"

(End of this chapter)