The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 19

Ye Feiwan never expected anything from Feng Qing.

She was stupid in her previous life, but it doesn't mean she will repeat the same mistakes in this life.

After chasing after him so hard, the whole city became known as a joke after tea.

She was kept in the palace like a tool, and when she was useful, she was taken out to meet everyone, and when it was useless, she was left alone in the inner courtyard and ignored.

She lived this kind of life for six years in her previous life, and she was finally tired.

While she was meditating, Feng Qing was also looking at the woman in front of her.

She knows how to advance and retreat better than before, and she is no longer as reckless and domineering as before, but...he can't see the radiance that used to be radiant in her eyes.

This discovery displeased him.

"It's great that Miss Ye has this kind of awareness." He moved away slightly to put a distance between the two of them, "Before the sixth day of next month, I hope that Miss Ye will stop playing tricks and show up at the wedding banquet honestly. "

The sixth day of July, their wedding day.

Ye Feiwan squinted his eyes, met Feng Qing's probing gaze, and suddenly laughed: "Could it be that whatever I do, in your eyes, is just playing tricks and tricks?"

Feng Qing frowned, but his gaze was unquestionably affirmative.

There are too many ways she plays.

He opened up connections and sent Qu Yan into the palace, forced a marriage decree, drove away all the people he admired, drugged him to consummate the marriage early... all kinds of deeds are countless.

"But..." Ye Feiwan continued, Feng Qing stayed away from her, and she took a step closer, and the warm breath hit his ear, "Even if I play tricks and tricks, don't you still want to marry me?" , accept me as a concubine? The crown prince has the support of the prime minister, the third prince has the grand master, and you... are just King Jingyuan whose future has been cut off in advance, you also need me, don't you?"

Feng Qing's face changed slightly, and his expression suddenly became condensed. He behaved like a king of idleness, except for his loyal subordinates, no one knew about it. Ye Feiwan seemed to know a lot.

"Feng Qing, I just like the way you hate me and anger me, and you can't get angry!" Ye Feiwan snorted softly, and was about to leave his ear, but seemed to see something, "What's more, even if you hate me , your body is still very honest, isn't it?" She saw that his earlobe was reddish.

"Ye Feiwan!" Feng Qing pushed her away violently, looking at her with calm eyes.

"Just kidding." Ye Feiwan smiled brightly, turned around and walked towards Ye Mansion, Qu Yan would not send someone to take her back home.

Behind him, the man's probing eyes loomed.Ye Feiwan is very familiar with Feng Qing, and Feng Qing is very suspicious. In his previous life, no matter how much she expressed her heart, he never believed her wholeheartedly, and was always suspicious.

"My lord." At some point, Gao Feng walked up to Feng Qing and led a fine horse.

Just as Feng Qing was about to take the reins, she didn't know what to think: "You go back to the house first." After saying that, she raised her heels to follow the figure in front of her.

Ye Feiwan knew that Feng Qing was following, but he didn't ignore her, and walked leisurely through the market towards Yefu in the east of the city.

After saying those words, she knew that a suspicious person like Feng Qing would not let it go.

Along the way, I looked at the cosmetic bronze mirror, played with the jewelry scarves of the roadside vendors, and bought a string of candied haws. Ye's mansion was not far away.

Unexpectedly, at the gate of Ye Mansion, she ran into an acquaintance.

Nan Mo, who was dressed in a green shirt and was full of elegance, held a white silk handkerchief in his hand, thinking of something.

"Brother Nan?" Ye Feiwan was puzzled.

Hearing this, Nan Mo's eyes brightened slightly, and he hurriedly turned around, but his expression froze when he saw Ye Feiwan.

When Ye Feiwan met Feng Qing, he turned his head and said casually: "Don't worry..." But he was startled when he saw Feng Qing, who was behind him?

"What's the matter with her forehead?" Nan Mo had already stepped forward, looking at her forehead, "It's bleeding."

"I just accidentally fell down," Ye Feiwan waved his hands carelessly.

"Why are you so careless?" Nan Mo stretched out his hand, as if to caress the wound on her forehead, but when he was about to touch her, he finally stopped, "I was the one who was abrupt."

"Why?" Ye Feiwan smiled, "What's the matter here, Brother Nan?"

"I..." Nan Mo hesitated slightly, "I happened to see a river clam in the courtyard before, and I kept it in the pool. A few days ago, I saw it gave birth to a pearl. I remember talking to this mussel every night. I liked the pearl hairpin very much, so I hired skilled craftsmen to forge pearls into pearl hairpins..."

Saying that, Nan Mo opened the silk handkerchief, and there was a pearl hairpin lying inside. On the top of the pearl hairpin, a pearl was not big, but the pearl was round and jade-like, emitting light.

Ye Feiwan was slightly startled, the warm feeling of being protected came back.

She raised her head and fixedly looked at Nan Mo: "Brother Nan..."

"Ok?"

"If..." If it was something, Ye Feiwan didn't say it.

Because Nan Mo stood in front of her slightly, covering half of her body, looking forward.

Ye Feiwan followed his gaze, and Feng Qing, who had been hiding around the corner just now, had appeared, looking at her expressionlessly, his eyes seemed to be... angry?

"My lord." Nan Mo nodded.

"Today, the king and his fiancée went to the palace and listened to some instructions." Feng Qing turned to look at Nan Mo, her voice was very calm.

Nan Mo was taken aback, but quickly realized that he lowered his eyes to hide it and smiled wryly: "I see," he said, turning his head to look at Ye Feiwan, "I still have the medicine there, and it won't leave scars after applying it." Yes, it will be delivered to you tomorrow."

"Okay." Ye Feiwan nodded, watching Nan Mo leave slowly until his back disappeared.

"Why don't you chase after you if you're so reluctant? Anyway, you're always good at chasing people!" Feng Qing opened his lips, his voice a little colder than before.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Ye Feiwan became impatient, he didn't pay attention to chasing after her shamelessly in the previous life, why are you so talkative in this life?

Turning his head, he was about to walk into the mansion.

"Since my king has agreed to marry you, I will never allow any scandal to happen." Feng Qing stepped forward, "Put away your extra careless thoughts, and... repair the scar on your forehead... Alright, this king doesn't want the palace to lose face because of you!"

watery poplar...

Ye Feiwan moved her fingers slightly. Anyone could say that about her, except Feng Qing. She once held her heart wholeheartedly in front of his eyes, fearing that he would not accept it!
She once begged her father, who had never been involved in politics, to help Feng Qing buy more food and grass, even if Feng Qing gained power later, he would be a person with high power!
She once noticed that he had someone he liked and said she didn't mind, she just wanted to stay by his side.

Even if he betrayed the only promise he gave her, even if she was extremely angry, the pearl hairpin in her hand could not help but shift a little when stabbing him...

He said so to her.

Feng Qing looked into the woman's eyes, but there was a burst of horror in her heart. There seemed to be overwhelming love and hatred in her eyes, which made people almost unable to breathe.

But in the next moment, the woman's eyes turned to mocking.

She raised her eyes and asked back: "What? Your lord is sour?" Her voice was casual.

"..." Feng Qing's eyes suddenly tightened. After a long time, he stared at her and said lightly, "Are you worth it?"

Ye Feiwan's face turned pale, but she quickly laughed out loud. As expected of Feng Qing, she always knows which sentence is the most touching: "Of course it's not worth it." fully present."

(End of this chapter)