The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 201 Siblings?

When Ye Feiwan returned to the palace, it was only half an hour before and after.

Feng Qing knows her current weakness, so it's easy to handle.

She can only be threatened by him, and can't do without!

What surprised her was that Feng Qing was not in the study, but...in his bedroom.

The guard who had been guarding the door seemed to have changed. She looked strange and did not know each other.

When she walked in, the guard glanced at her clothes, held a broad knife in front of her eyes, and said coldly, "Who is it? The prince is not seeing anyone now."

Ye Feiwan was slightly stunned, she knew that her clothes were poor and the guards were unfamiliar, so she should not be recognized, but... she couldn't hide the soreness in her heart.

Slightly lowering her eyes, she said: "I am..." At this point, she was startled again.

She actually... didn't even have an aboveboard identity, obviously... Feng Qing forced her to come here.

"Squeak—" But at this moment, the door was suddenly pulled open from the inside, and there was only a pale man in white underwear standing there, with picturesque eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and lips as white as paper.

"Ye Feiwan." He called her name.

Ye Feiwan stared back at her in a daze. At first when she heard the guard mention Feng Qing's illness, she only thought that he was pretending. Now that she saw him, she knew that he was really ill.

He rarely looked so ugly.

"Where's Uncle Zhang?" Ye Feiwan lowered her eyes, avoiding his gaze.

Inexplicably, she felt that he seemed to be a little different, especially the way he looked at her, which was not as distant as before even though it was peaceful, but reminded her of her previous life, complicated and deep.

"..." Feng Qing didn't respond, but only took a look at the clothes on her body, "Where have you been these days?" His voice was rarely peaceful because of his illness.

"..." Ye Feiwan fell silent.

"I know if you don't tell me," Feng Qing looked at her, his voice tensed a bit, "Fuxian's other courtyard is not hard to find."

"Since your lord knows it, let's open the skylight and speak up." Ye Feiwan raised his head, "What do you want, can you let Uncle Zhang go?"

Feng Qing's thin lips were slightly pursed. After a while, she suddenly glanced at the guard at the side, turned her body sideways, and gave up the seat beside her.

Ye Feiwan paused, and finally walked into the bedroom.

This... the bedroom she had yearned for for a long time in her previous life, she always wanted to stay with him here, but he didn't need it.

Looking at it now, it seems that it is not as good as I imagined, it is cold, without a trace of popularity.

She stood in front of the table, looking at the exquisite blue and white porcelain teacup on the table, without saying a word.

Feng Qing also stood not far away, without saying a word.

His patience is always excellent, and Ye Feiwan thought he couldn't compare to him, so...she moved her body and turned to him: "You wanted me to come to the palace, and now I'm here, Feng Qing, you let Uncle Zhang go!" Bar."

Her voice was low, a little tired.

After all the entanglement with Feng Qing during this period, she was a little tired after all.

"..." Feng Qing didn't say a word, but... the hand that was hanging down by her side was clenched tightly.

Ye Feiwan didn't realize it, and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Zhang doesn't know anything, but he is still an old man of the Ye family and my elder. Now he is old and can't bear hardships..."

"Ye Feiwan!" Feng Qing interrupted her suddenly.

Ye Feiwan paused, and finally looked at him.

"Since you have appeared now, do you think... Zhang Bo still needs to be left behind by this king?" Feng Qing stared into her eyes, his voice hoarse.

Ye Feiwan hesitated, and then realized that what he said was nothing more than...he had let Zhang Bo go.

"Thank you," she lowered her eyes, "Since that's the case, let's talk about the two of you, Feng Qing..."

"I have redeemed this hairpin." Ye Feiwan's words were interrupted again.

Feng Qing's voice gradually came from the side of her body, and with it, there was also a slender hand like white jade, in which was the silver hairpin she had pawned back then.

Ye Feiwan's voice stopped abruptly, and she looked at the silver hairpin in his hand with a pale face. Hearing his rare gentleness towards her, great fear rose in her heart.

Just like back then, when she was still of some use value, he was also like this, treating her very well.

But... why?
"Ye Feiwan, this hairpin, you stabbed the back of my king's hand with it when you and I went looking for the weed of sorrow." Feng Qing stared at her closely, and spoke very slowly. Now, there is still a hairpin on the back of his hand. Scars.

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"But, besides that, tell me!" Feng Qing's voice suddenly became sharper, and he took two steps towards her, "What else happened to this hairpin?"

"What?" Ye Feiwan looked up in shock, almost raised her eyes, but when she met Feng Qing's eagle-like gaze, she hastily turned her gaze away, "I don't understand what you're talking about!"

"Don't you understand?" Feng Qing murmured in an almost soft voice. That dream, those extra memories, the woman who stabbed his chest with the silver hairpin tortured his mind every moment.

He seldom gets sick, but after having those memories, he had a high fever for three days, and that dream tortured him for three days, and even...he saw a figure that looked exactly like him, standing alone in the middle of winter. In front of the tomb, the boundless snow is so cold that it makes people shiver...

Ye Feiwan looked at Feng Qing with a complicated expression, he was too abnormal recently, he... But what did he remember?
"Feng Qing..." After a long time, she lowered her voice, "You... just had a nightmare..."

"Is it just a nightmare that you stabbed me with a silver hairpin just to ask for a divorce letter?" Feng Qing's eyes suddenly froze, "Just like what you're asking for now?"

Ye Feiwan's expression froze, his face was as pale as paper, he... really remembered something.

"Ye Feiwan, when you come back to the palace now, besides asking me to release the housekeeper of Yefu, don't you just want me to accept your reconciliation?" He approached her step by step, barely standing there. In front of her, looking down at her from a high position, just like in the previous life, the voice paused every word, "You should give up your heart, this king will never get along with you!"

Never make peace.

Ye Feiwan stared blankly at him, did she still... repeat the mistakes of her previous life?

Going around and going around, they have come to this step again?
"If you don't get along," after a long time, Ye Feiwan heard her overly calm voice, she slowly raised her eyes, never avoiding Feng Qing's eyes, "What about Qu Yan? How are you going to face her?"

"..." After saying that, she looked at Feng Qing and frowned.

Heh, Ye Feiwan laughed at himself, he should have known earlier, how could he easily let go of someone he has missed for so long?
"Feng Qing, do you still remember that you came to look for me on the eve of the engagement," Ye Feiwan narrowed her eyes, the past seemed a little far away to her, but she always remembered that sentence, "You said, 'Ye Feiwan, tell your father to give up the marriage, and I can still treat you two as brothers and sisters in the future.'”

Feng Qing's eyes tightened suddenly.

Ye Feiwan smiled, and returned the words intact: "Feng Qing, give me a letter of reconciliation, and from now on, I can treat you two as brothers and sisters."

(End of this chapter)