The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 168 The Emperor Owes Me One Condition

In fact, counting carefully, Ye Feiwan didn't see Qu Yan many times, one was in the palace and the other was in the deep palace, so they should have seen very little.

However, she was inexplicably familiar with Qu Yan.

I realized that I only saw her nose and mouth, and recognized her.

Turning her head, Ye Feiwan looked at Feng Qing quietly, now that she has gained power, it is really different, it is not like going into the palace in the past, but taking her out of the palace.

Facing Ye Feiwan's gaze, Feng Qing felt a tense heart: "Yanyan is weak, there is an old genius doctor in the city..." He said unconsciously.

It's just that before he finished speaking, he was interrupted: "My lord doesn't need to explain too much." Ye Feiwan smiled lightly, "I'm not qualified to take care of anything about my lord."

After saying that, she quietly walked around the carriage in front of her and walked towards Miyagi.

She planned to ask the guard at the gate to bring the carriage, but she didn't want to.Qu Yan was sitting in the most luxurious carriage in the mansion, if she asked the guards to bring another one, comparing the two, she would just be humiliating herself.

She should have known earlier, in Feng Qing's heart, Qu Yan has a lot of weight, why is she out of balance?

It's the title, it's all different.

Yanyan, Ye Feiwan.

Poor but ridiculous gap.

However, Ye Feiwan barely bent his straight back when he turned the corner of the street and could no longer notice the indistinct gazes of the people behind him.

Forced to do nothing, really tired.

The imperial palace is not too close to the palace, and it takes a long time for a carriage to burn incense. If it is walking, it may take until noon.

Ye Feiwan walked two steps towards the market, but unfortunately because the rebellion had just been quelled a few days ago, there were not many people, even the carriages that were parked by the side of the road had disappeared at this moment.

"Bad luck, bad luck..." But at this moment, a mocking voice came from behind.

Ye Feiwan's back froze, she already knew who it was just by hearing the voice, but now she was not in the mood and didn't want to pay any attention to it.

"My son finally went out to the street once, and met a girl without salt. It's really unlucky..." But the people behind him obviously didn't let her go.

Ye Feiwan's footsteps became faster, he just wanted to escape from the magic sound quickly.

"Hey, girl without salt, just now I saw Feng Qing took a girl to the city, why, finally she went to court?" The man's voice was full of gloating.

Ye Feiwan froze in place suddenly.

The next moment, she turned around abruptly and strode towards the scarlet carriage. Ignoring the astonished eyes of the groom, she climbed into the carriage and sat in: "Go to the palace." She said in a deep voice.

The carriage did not move.

In the carriage, Fu Xian, who was lazily leaning against the sedan chair wall, straightened up, looked at her with narrowed eyes, but didn't say a word.

"What? Master Fuxian just wants me to bow down?" People like them just want to make people bend over.

Fu Xian pursed his lips, stared at her and finally ordered: "Go."

The carriage moved slowly.

Ye Feiwan sat across from Fuxian with a calm expression.

"Crying?" After a long time, Fu Xian suddenly spoke, speaking casually.

Ye Feiwan paused with his hands on his knees; "I won't cry even if you cry."

"Heh..." Fu Xian chuckled and snorted coldly, "Ye Feiwan, you are eloquent in front of me, but you can't say anything in front of Feng Qing."

"..." Ye Feiwan's hands froze, but he wanted to speak but felt stuck in his throat. In the end, he lowered his eyes and listened to the movement outside the sedan chair.

"Ye Feiwan, your husband and wife are really strange. There is no curfew today, and the whole country is celebrating. In the end, one of you brings out the people from the palace to accompany you, but the other wants to enter the palace." Fu Xian spoke again.

Ye Feiwan's heart condensed slightly, and he frowned; "What kind of national celebration?"

"You don't know?" Fu Xian raised his eyebrows and looked at her, "Prince Jing Yuan has made great achievements in quelling the rebellion, and the whole country celebrates it. The lanterns tonight must be unmatched in normal times."

It turns out... there are lanterns tonight.

Ye Feiwan paused for a moment, she finally knew...why did Feng Qing accompany Qu Yan? With such a grand occasion, she naturally wanted to be with her beloved.

"Hey, what are you doing in the palace?" Suddenly, there was a stunning face in front of her eyes.

Ye Feiwan was startled and moved back a little, then frowned: "Young Master Fuxian, whether a man or a woman can kiss each other."

Fu Xian snorted softly: "You're being good-looking when you get cheap, do you know how many women want to be afraid of my master's carriage? Don't talk about the carriage, it's the bed..."

"Fuxian!" Ye Feiwan's voice suddenly increased, interrupting him.

Fu Xian shrugged: "Okay, let's not talk about it," he raised his eyes, "So, why did you enter the palace?"

"..." Ye Feiwan tightened the cuffs of the portrait, lowered his eyes and did not make a sound.

"Speaking of which," she said nothing, and Fu Xian didn't force her to ask, she just said coolly, "My lord heard that although King Jingyuan has made great achievements this time, the emperor has no intention of making him the crown prince..."

Ye Feiwan's hands hanging by his side trembled.

"So, you are really for Feng Qing?" Fu Xian frowned.

Ye Feiwan looked up suddenly as if he had been poked, "Why did I enter the palace, and what does it have to do with Mr. Fuxian?"

Fu Xian frowned, staring at her closely, she felt guilty, her eyes were a little red, and her eyes were puffed up, talking to refute his words, but she didn't know that he could throw her off the carriage with a casual order.

But in the bottom of his heart, no matter how unhappy he was, he didn't ask the groom to stop the car. In the end, he actually smiled: "Indeed, it has nothing to do with my son. Someone was abandoned and sent down, and I have to humbly intercede for him. Why do you want to deal with such a self-willed and lowly person!"

Low-spirited, self-willed to be humble...

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled, and she clutched the hem of her clothes tightly. It turned out that this was her image in the eyes of others.

No wonder... In her previous life, Feng Qing didn't want to bring her to meet the ministers.

The carriage gradually slowed down.

Ye Feiwan opened the sedan chair curtain, and there was a moat in front of him, and the palace city was approaching.

"How miserable I am has nothing to do with Mr. Fu Xian, but I still want to thank Mr. Fu Xian for sending me here." After saying that, she got up and was about to dismount.

"Ye Feiwan, aren't you the best at throwing money at people? Why, according to your usual words and deeds, shouldn't you throw me a bag of money at this moment?" Behind him, Fu Xian's voice finally came lightly, with some unwillingness.

Ye Feiwan's back froze, her father left, the Ye family was scattered, and most of the family wealth had been used as food and grass, she was never a material for business, and the rest was left to Feng Qing by her father, and he gave her a home.

It's always been like this, with high achievements and great wealth.It's just that the Ye family is considered lucky compared to other wealthy families.After all, except for his father who died of illness, everyone in the Ye family is alive and well.

"I'm out of money..." she whispered, her voice hoarse.

Fu Xian frowned, and for some reason, a woman who supported her straight back, a woman who said "no money" outright, was... extraordinarily distressing.

"You..." He was about to speak.

Ye Feiwan had already raised her hand, randomly pulled a hairpin from her bun, and threw it on the seat where she was sitting just now: "Let's use this hairpin to cover it."

After saying that, she jumped off the carriage and walked towards the palace gate with her back straight.

Fu Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, looked away for a long time, picked up the hairpin, on the sharp silver hairpin, there were a few pearls, very precious.

There is even a faint scent of acacia.

(End of this chapter)