The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 170 Birthday
The heavy palace door closed heavily behind him.

Ye Feiwan let out a low breath. She didn't like the oppressive and dull atmosphere of the palace. She thought that if she lived here for the rest of her life, she would definitely go crazy.

Luckily... fortunately...

Because of the running water of the moat, it has never frozen, and the water surface is filled with white mist, and the arch bridge on it looks a bit ethereal.

Ye Feiwan walked up the arch bridge quietly, but he didn't have any intention of admiring the scenery at all. He just thought that most of the people around the palace were royal family and officials, and every household had several carriages.The soliciting carriages seldom come here.

She's probably... going back.

But...the footsteps stopped when they walked directly above the arch bridge.

Coincidentally, on the other side, there was a dark crimson carriage parked, the horse was idly moving its front hooves, and the groom was also idly following the horse's tail.

As if aware of the commotion here, the groom raised his head, eyes full of surprise: "Master, come out."

The curtain of the carriage was slowly lifted, the person who was leaning lazily in the sedan chair, who was it but Fu Xian?
Ye Feiwan frowned and walked down the arch bridge: "What is Mr. Fuxian still doing here?" He couldn't be waiting for her, could he?

Fu Xian looked her up and down, and said impatiently: "Why so long?"

"What?" Ye Feiwan was surprised, "You... wait for me?" She asked in disbelief.

"You have a good idea!" Fu Xian snorted coldly, and then slowly picked up the hairpin on the side, which turned out to be the one she dropped just now. While playing with it, he said casually: "This hairpin is very expensive, buy a few Ten horse-drawn carriages are all enough. And my young master never likes to owe others. I simply sent the Buddha to the west, so as not to threaten my young master with this hairpin in the future."

The implication is nothing more than that the hairpin is enough to send her off again.

Ye Feiwan nodded knowingly, but didn't make any excuses, and got into the carriage directly: "Prince Jingyuan's Mansion, thank you."

The groom didn't dare to procrastinate, he gave a low snort while holding the whip, and the carriage moved slowly.

In the carriage, Fu Xian lazily squinted his eyes and looked at Ye Feiwan: "How did things go?" He asked casually.

Ye Feiwan pursed her lips, the secret edict was still in her sleeve: "It has nothing to do with Mr. Fuxian."

Hearing the words, Fu Xian was not angry, only hummed softly and said nothing.

The voices outside the car became more and more complicated. Following the slightly opened car curtain, Ye Feiwan saw that there were obviously more pedestrians on both sides of the road.

I think it has something to do with the fine weather today, plus... tonight's lanterns.

If Fu Xian hadn't said it, she would not have known that there would be lanterns tonight.

Feng Qing, who had no time to talk about reconciliation with her, had plenty of time to watch lanterns with others.

What an irony.

She lowered her eyes slowly.

"Why, the daughter of the richest man who doesn't touch the spring water with her ten fingers is still interested in those little folk gadgets?" Fu Xian's light voice came from the opposite side.

Ye Feiwan raised his eyes in confusion and asked, "What..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Fu Xian looking outside, she turned her head and followed his gaze, only saw a lot of paper kites placed on a big wooden shelf in front of a small vendor, those paper kites were not delicately pasted, but There are also some differences.

"Paper kites..." She murmured, as if she had suddenly thought of something, she laughed softly, "When I was young, I kept paper kites very well. No one in my family could put them away, so I just kept them high..." The words stopped abruptly when meeting Fu Xian's gaze.

He was looking at her, not knowing what to think, his eyes were heavy, not like the usual teasing.

Ye Feiwan quickly shut up, turned her eyes to the side, and said nothing.

After a while of silence.

"Later, Ye Feiwan." Fu Xian said suddenly.

"what?"

"Paper kites."

Ye Feiwan paused, then smiled politely: "I didn't like it later."

It's not that she doesn't like it anymore, it's just... In her previous life, she saw many men and women releasing paper kites together in the February Wind, and she was so envious that she went to find Feng Qing.However, Feng Qing thought it was naive, and he said that this is not what a princess should do.

On the opposite side, Fu Xian looked at Ye Feiwan's suddenly alienated expression, his face turned gloomy, he hummed softly and said nothing.

Such silence lasted until the gate of Prince Jingyuan's mansion.

Ye Fei had packed up early and early, and as soon as the carriage stopped, she stood up and got out of the carriage, stood beside the carriage, thought about it, and decided to be polite, so she simply stood at the carriage window and said: " For today's matter, thank you Mr. Fuxian."

"..." There was a silence inside.

Ye Feiwan waited for a while but couldn't get a response, but the carriage didn't leave. She frowned, turned around and was about to enter the mansion.

"No-salt girl," Fu Xian's voice gritted his teeth in the carriage behind him, "Get the hell out of me..."

Before finishing the last word, he was interrupted.

At the gate of the palace, a servant seemed to have been waiting for a long time, holding a red sandalwood box half a person's height in his hand, and walked up to Ye Feiwan: "Little... Wangfei."

Ye Feiwan naturally didn't expect Fu Xian to say nice things, since he asked her to leave, she didn't continue to talk to him, she just looked at the boy and then at the red sandalwood box, feeling strange: "What? "

"Princess, Housekeeper Zhang asked me to come." The boy explained.

Butler Zhang?Ye Fu?

Ye Feiwan was anxious: "Is everything okay in the house?"

"Don't worry, everything is fine," the servant hurriedly said, "It's just that Steward Zhang has been working hard for the past few days, and he is tired, so he asked the little one to bring this thing, and also asked the little one to send a message to the princess... "

Ye Feiwan took the red sandalwood box: "What are you talking about?"

"This is a gift from the master before his death. I said that I am afraid that no one will remember it in the future. The master wishes you a healthy birthday and a happy life."

birthday?

Ye Feiwan was startled for a long time before asking, "How many days is today?"

"February [-]th, Princess."

It's February [-]th.

So many things happened during these days, she even forgot that today was supposed to be her birthday.She was born on the twelfth of February, but the fortune teller said it was an unlucky day, so she always made a big deal on the eighteenth of February.But every February twelfth, my father would always give her a gift.

She also said to listen to Feng Qing, but it seems...

"Thank you." She squinted her eyes, blinking away the sourness in them, and forced a smile.

"I don't dare." The servant quickly said, saluted again, turned around and left.

Ye Feiwan was holding the red sandalwood box in his hand.

Father, he left as soon as he left, why did he leave this gift, to make her feel uncomfortable.He also said "I'm afraid no one will remember it in the future", which is a prophecy. Sure enough... no one will remember it.

She's all alone, it's okay not to know, but to know... how pitiful.

Ye Feiwan, how pitiful.

Tightening the hand holding the red sandalwood box tightly, she took a deep breath and stayed calm before walking towards the mansion.

"No Salt Girl." Behind him, a person suddenly raised his voice.

Ye Feiwan's back froze, she didn't look back, but her voice couldn't hide her surprise: "Master Fuxian hasn't left yet?"

The people behind were silent for a long time before they said solemnly: "Today is your birthday?"

(End of this chapter)