The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 172 What a coincidence!
I still like it, not happy...

Hearing Fu Xian's words, Ye Feiwan suddenly felt like laughing for some reason, but his nose was sore after laughing.

In fact...she couldn't tell.

Because no one condoned her liking, and no one cared about her displeasure.

So what if she says she likes paper kites?Feng Qing would not accompany her to play these childish things, and her status as a princess would not allow her to be so unruly.

And... Just now I saw Feng Qing and Qu Yan being so friendly in front of the vendor, why was she upset?With what qualifications to catch rape?Is it Feng Qing's wife?She used means to force him to marry her. She didn't even bother to use her identity.

but……

"Fuxian..." Ye Feiwan suddenly said, looking straight at the children in front of him, where the cool wind was still noisy.

"Huh?" Fu Xian didn't even look at her, but kept his eyes on the front.

"If a person shamelessly forces others to do what he doesn't want to do, pesters him, uses tricks, conceals him, and even implicates him a lot in the end, so, in the end, being hated, ignored, and resented by him is the most important thing." He didn't want to accompany the person who died, so it should be that this person deserved what he deserved."

Ye Feiwan's voice was very soft, and it was carried by the cool wind and passed into Fuxian's ears.

"..." But Fu Xian did not respond.

Ye Feiwan didn't say any more, just curled her lips into a smile: "...it should be like this."

In the end, she did the wrong thing first, so who can she blame?
If she hadn't been stubborn and stubborn back then, if she hadn't devoted all her attention to Feng Qing, maybe she would have been able to get through her previous life smoothly.

Fu Xian turned his head slowly, looking at the dazed woman, his previously slightly raised brows condensed: "Ye Fei..."

"It's flying!" Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the cheers of children in the distance.

Ye Feiwan suddenly looked over there, only to see the rough paper kite dressed in a butterfly, flying steadily in the cool wind.

"Big brother, big sister, the kite is flying." A child ran towards her, and the string in his hand was slowly stretching.

In the next moment, when the child ran up to Ye Feiwan, he staggered a bit, and the paper kite also trembled, and it seemed to be on the verge of falling.

Ye Feiwan was anxious, and took the thread in two or three steps, tightened it a little, and when the thread was tight, it was slowly loosened again.

Paper kites fly extremely high and stable.

Ye Feiwan turned his head and glanced at Fuxian like a demonstration.

She had said long ago that she put away paper kites very well, unlike some people who couldn't even let them go.

The next moment, she had turned her head away: "Go," Ye Feiwan handed the thread to the boy, and patted his little head, "Since the big brother gave you the silver, he didn't take it back. Makes sense."

"En." The child nodded heavily, and happily ran away into the distance.

Fu Xian half-closed his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him. The way she raised her eyebrows triumphantly at him just now was really a bit like the woman galloping on a horse in the portrait. It's rare... coddled and not discouraged.

"What are you looking at?" Sensing his gaze, Ye Feiwan frowned slightly.

"It's nothing." Fu Xian shook his head quickly, turned around and walked towards the carriage, not forgetting to say, "Ye Feiwan, you owe me another five taels of silver."

"That was obviously given to that child by you." Ye Feiwan retorted.

"Isn't it because you want to release paper kites?" Fu Xian raised his eyebrows.

"It's clear that you want to release the paper kite!" Ye Feiwan said helplessly, "You bought the paper kite for three renminbi."

"That is to say..." Fu Xian thought for a moment, "I spent money to buy paper kites, but I didn't put them away, but you put a few kites, and it's my fault, isn't it?"

Shocked by Fu Xian's powerful excuse, Ye Feiwan opened his mouth, but finally chose to keep silent.

It was finally getting late, the groom saw the two of them turning back, and hurriedly drove the carriage a few steps towards this place.

Fu Xian walked in front, his dark crimson coat fluttering in the wind, he was about to board the carriage with a wave of his sleeves, but suddenly thought of something, he grabbed the side of the carriage: "By the way, Ye Feiwan, you don't deserve what you deserve!" , at least what this young master has seen is not what he deserved."

His voice was more serious than before, and in the next moment, he had already entered the carriage.

Ye Feiwan stood beside the carriage in a daze. What she said just now was just held back in her heart for too long. She just wanted to say it, but she didn't expect...he listened.

No one ever told her, Ye Feiwan, you didn't deserve what you deserved.

Only people said: Concubine Jingyuan, back then she chased after the prince to force a marriage, causing the city to be full of trouble.

"Not yet?" Someone in the carriage hummed softly.

Ye Feiwan paused, got into the carriage quietly, and sat opposite Fuxian.

Neither of them made a sound.

The carriage slowly drove towards the city, the sky was getting late, and there were more and more pedestrians on both sides of the road. Through the slightly shaking car curtain, a few lanterns could be faintly lit up in the distance, colorful and really beautiful.

Ye Feiwan thought about it, and finally took out a silver ingot from his cuff, and handed it to Fuxian.

"This is?" Fu Xian raised his eyebrows.

"Today, I owe you," Ye Feiwan pursed his lips, "And, thank you."

Thank you for something, she didn't say.

Fu Xian's eyes tightened, staring at the ingot of silver in her palm, jokingly said that she owed him a lot, and she wished to settle it quickly.

It's really... making people uncomfortable.

He didn't respond for a long time, Ye Feiwan was inevitably puzzled, raised his eyes and said, "Help..."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt his vision dim, and Fu Xian's dark scarlet robe almost enveloped her, he supported the sedan chair wall with one hand, and stared at her condescendingly: "Ye Feiwan, I warn you, don't provoke me again." My son!"

"..." Ye Feiwan froze for a moment, then looked up at him for a long time, "But you said it yourself, and I owe you money."

"..." Fu Xian seemed to be frozen, and it took a long time before he looked like he had seen a ghost, and quickly moved away from her, "I must be obsessed with ghosts just now." With a low curse, he raised his head and stared at her again, "Go, give this son Buy two sugar figures."

"What?" Ye Feiwan was puzzled, and glanced outside the car curtain, only to realize that he had already arrived in the city.

"What? Didn't you mean to pay me back the money? This money is mine, go buy it!" Fu Xian rolled his eyes.

Ye Feiwan had no choice but to get off the horse, and there was a craftsman on the side of the street, guarding a small stove, his hands were covered with calluses, but they were extremely neat, nimbly and nimbly holding the sugar figurine.

Now that night has come, there are many onlookers by the stove, but few contributors.

Before night, Ye Fei bought two and held them in his hands. The candy still exudes the fragrance of freshly boiled sugar, which is really craving.

Unexpectedly, that Fuxian has a conscience and knows to buy two.

Ye Feiwan turned around and was about to walk towards the carriage, but when she saw the person behind her, she let out a low cry of surprise.

Fu Xian didn't know when he got out of the carriage.

"What are you doing?" she said angrily.

Fu Xian frowned, stared at the sugar figurine in her hand, and squeezed out a sentence between her teeth for a long time: "This little thing, can you eat it?"

"..." There was a long silence.

Ye Feiwan couldn't hold back his laughter in the end: "What? Mr. Fuxian, you don't even eat sugar..."

Before she finished speaking, the two sugar figurines in her hand were snatched away, Fu Xian reached out and stuffed one of the sugar figurines into her mouth, blocking the rest of her words.

"Fuxian!" Ye Feiwan hurriedly took out the sugar figurine and called him angrily.

Fu Xian stared at her, he was much more angry than he was in the carriage just now, he snorted coldly, and waved his sleeves: "Noisy."

After saying that, he turned around, but stopped when he saw the person behind him.

"Who are you talking about making noise?" Ye Feiwan's voice came, "How do you stop..."

The words also stopped abruptly.

In front of him, under the light of the lantern, there was a man in white clothes standing there with a gloomy and frightening expression.

(End of this chapter)