The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 18 Do You Dare To Marry Me?

Kneel for an hour?
Ye Feiwan raised his head abruptly, staring at Feng Qing.

Even her father had never punished her like this, and he lightly sentenced her to win Qu Yan's favor?

But no matter how much she stared, Feng Qing never even glanced at her.

"Pfft..." Qu Yan covered her lips and let out a chuckle, seemingly extremely happy, "Just now I noticed that Miss Ye is less lively today, so it's because of you, Ah Qing!"

As she said that, she got up and walked to Ye Feiwan, gently lifting her face with one hand: "Look at those eyes, they are watery, how can I be willing to punish them?"

Ye Feiwan frowned, and Feng Qing's eyes drifted over.

Qu Yan glanced back, and continued: "The bracelet is broken when it is broken. Miss Ye is my hero in entering the palace, how can I repay my kindness with revenge."

With these words, Feng Qing's eyes became cold.

"Thank you, Imperial Concubine." Ye Feiwan lowered his eyes and thanked Feng Qing.

Qu Yan waved her hand, went back to the seat and sat down, lazily sighed: "Miss Ye is also tired from standing, sit down."

Ye Feiwan hesitated for a moment: "Thank you, Madam." He bent down and wanted to sit down.

But she didn't want the wooden stool behind her to move back a little bit somehow, and her body fell backwards uncontrollably. There happened to be a flower stand there, and on the flower stand, the precious blue and white porcelain was quietly placed.

Ye Feiwan's head hit the blue and white porcelain.

However, at this moment, a white shadow flashed by quickly, and quickly reached out, grabbing the blue and white porcelain in his hand.

Ye Feiwan's forehead slammed against the flower stand, causing a sharp pain.She squinted her eyes slightly, and after a long time, she felt a little water stain slipping on her eyelids, and she stretched out her hand to rub it, only to find a few drops of blood.

The wrinkled heart is not pain, but... a sore feeling, like the remaining wounds from the previous life are still not healed.

Maybe... She suddenly realized that all the sincerity in her previous life had been fed to the dogs!
"Miss Ye, are you okay?" Qu Yan's voice sounded, and the man stood up, his tone sounded full of concern.

On the side, Feng Qing looked at the woman lying on the ground. In the past, she would have gotten up and questioned loudly, but now, she just kept silent.

"Thank you for your concern, the girl is fine." Ye Feiwan simply wiped his forehead with his sleeve and stood up.

This time, she completely saw the meaning in Qu Yan's eyes - she finally relaxed.After all...Feng Qing would rather save a piece of blue and white porcelain than her fiancée, what else should Qu Yan worry about?
However, she finally saw clearly that her past life was too ridiculous.

You can't even compete with dead things, but you still want to fight with living things?wishful thinking.

"I look at Miss Ye's forehead, it doesn't look like it's okay." Qu Yan's words finally showed some sincerity.

Ye Feiwan smiled: "Your Majesty is careful, I really feel a little uncomfortable."

"Since this is the case, Miss Ye will go back to take care of it quickly. It won't be good if you get a scar."

"Thank you, ma'am." Ye Feiwan turned around, saw Feng Qing put the blue and white porcelain on the flower stand again, and sneered from the bottom of her heart, she got up and left.

Qu Yan squinted at Ye Feiwan's leaving figure, and said for a long time, "Ah Qing, am I mean?"

Feng Qing was slightly startled: "No."

"I'm in the palace, and I play tricks with others, but in front of you, I always want to show a little clumsiness." Qu Yan stood up gently, "I'm jealous of her, Ah Qing."

Feng Qing glanced at the woman in front of him, she was extremely beautiful, but he thought of Ye Feiwan and the phrase "Why didn't you stop her?"

Back then, if he had made a move, he could have stopped Qu Yan who was about to enter the palace.

But after all... there is no mountain dew.

"Ah Qing?" Sensing the man's silence, Qu Yan was confused.

Suddenly, Feng Qing felt guilty: "Mother, this is the harem, it's not proper for me to stay for a long time, so I left first." After speaking, she turned around before waiting for a response.

Behind him, Qu Yan looked at the man's back, his eyes finally added some depth.

……

"The most poisonous man's heart, a dead man, no wonder there are no descendants in the previous life, he deserves it!" After leaving the palace gate, Ye Feiwan covered his forehead with one hand, and couldn't hold back a few curses.

Feng Qing loves children. In the previous life, before she and Feng Qing fell out, when Ye Feiwan was attending a palace banquet, he saw an official lady hugging a baby and teased the baby a few times. Qing's eyes glowed with tenderness.

However, the number of times he touches her is pitiful, so it is impossible for her to be pregnant, but there are many beautiful maids around him, she does not believe that he is never lonely.Like children, there are many beauties, and there are no offspring, it is really Feng Qing's retribution!

"Are you talking too much now?" Behind him came a male voice, cold and dignified.

Ye Feiwan's body froze, and she turned her head for a long time, only to see Feng Qing standing behind her in a white robe: "Why? Don't you need to accompany your old lover?" She sarcastically.

Feng Qing raised his head and glared at her, ice appeared in his eyes.

Ye Feiwan sneered, and gently touched his forehead. Feng Qing noticed her movement, his brows were slightly frowned, and his eyes were a little cold.

"Feng Qing, I finally understand why you..." Ye Feiwan didn't notice the change in him, stepped forward slowly, walked up to him, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "...why are you obsessed? In that high position."

After the words fell, she felt her wrist tighten. Feng Qing held her wrist tightly, and pulled her into the narrow alley, with a cold voice: "Do you know what you are talking about?" What she said was treason mortal sin!

Ye Feiwan let him pull her, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, and there was a hint of sarcasm in her eyes.

She used to think that all men love power, and Feng Qing is no exception.

The old emperor was seriously ill. After he became the supervisor of the country, they were already at a standstill. Ye Feiwan lived in the cold courtyard of the palace, but one day, Feng Qing came to look for her and said half-sarcastically: "If this king ascends to the high position, it will be a real shame." It's cheap for you."

But at that time, Ye Feiwan had already given up, and she didn't want to enter the palace to see him and Qu Yan as a couple, so she replied: "If the prince ascends to a high position, he will either depose me or kill me."

Thinking about it now, Feng Qing wanted to ascend to a high position, one for power, two for Qu Yan, and three for... humiliating her.It's just that before she died, she didn't see him wearing a yellow robe. After she died, she won't get any advantage from him. I'm afraid he will force the palace to ascend the throne soon, right?

The pain on the wrist came bursts, and Ye Feiwan's thoughts were broken.

"You don't have to hide it from me," she looked at the man with cold eyebrows in front of her, and laughed for a long time, like whispering between lovers, "Feng Qing, you will succeed."

Feng Qing stared at her, frowning.

But Ye Feiwan got closer to him, "Hey, you don't want to withdraw from the marriage, it's also because of our marriage, Qu Yan blew wind into the ears of the Holy One, right?" Others make things difficult.

Feng Qing was silent.

King Jing Yuan will never be falsely accused, his silence is tacit consent.

Ye Feiwan shook his head pretending to be regretful: "It's a pity that I thought that the prince cared so much about me, so he refused to withdraw from the marriage..."

"Care about you?" Feng Qing sneered, "Marrying you is already the biggest concession I've made, don't ask for anything else."

"Very good," Ye Feiwan nodded, "Someone is rushing to get married, how can I not marry?"

(End of this chapter)