The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 220 Return to the palace!
On the way back to Yefu, Ye Feiwan was holding a candied gourd in his hand, the sugar coating was crystal clear, and it looked extremely delicious.

Beside him, Fu Xian's eyes were full of disgust, reluctantly following.

The candied haws were given by a child I met by the lake just now.

The two had just walked out of the gazebo by the lake when they met a child in front of them. The child was wearing silk clothes, but with a polite and solemn appearance, he handed the candied haws to her and ran away awkwardly.

But after running away for a while, he ran back again, obviously small in appearance, but looked at her very solemnly: "Sister, Xuanxuan gave it to you." He left this time and never came back.

Ye Feiwan's depressed mind was softened by the child's words.

If it wasn't for the child only reaching her waist, she really felt that even the child was much better than the man beside her!

"Unfortunately... Junsheng, I am old..." Ye Feiwan took a bite of the sugar coating and sighed silently.

"Come on." Beside him, Fu Xian, who had not looked dark and pretty since the child appeared just now, squinted at her, "It's just a little kid who doesn't understand a hundred things, why are you so happy?"

"What do you know?" Ye Feiwan looked at him, "Nowadays, there are not many people who are as ambitious as that child."

"Are you pursuing?" Fu Xian looked her up and down, "It's nothing more than a candied haws...to buy you off so thoroughly?"

Ye Feiwan's hand holding the candied haws was stiff, and it took a long time before she smiled. She turned her head and looked at Fuxian with a serious expression: "Because it's really delicious." She said, half-closed He closed his eyes, hiding excess emotions.

In fact, it was very sour, especially after the sugar coating was removed, the hawthorn was so sour that she almost burst into tears.

However, this feeling of being cared for is really heartwarming, even more heartwarming than the sourness of candied haws.

Beside him, Fu Xian also fell silent, just walked quietly without making a sound.

Ye Feiwan also didn't speak, and continued to eat bit by bit.

At some point, the gate of Ye Mansion was already in sight.

Ye Feiwan turned to look at Fuxian: "I never thought, but you are somewhat polite." You actually sent her to Yefu.

Fu Xian naturally heard what she meant, raised his eyebrows slightly, and pointed to the carriage at the door of Ye Mansion: "I ordered the groom to wait for me here."

"..." Ye Feiwan was silent for a moment, then turned around and walked towards the gate of Ye Mansion, "Mr. Fuxian, walk slowly!"

He didn't turn his head back.

"Ye Feiwan!" Behind him, Fu Xian's voice suddenly sounded, lazily, "A few days ago, the money that accompanied me on the stage, I saved the bank for you." After finishing speaking, he got into the carriage.

Ye Feiwan, who had already opened the door of Ye Mansion, froze, turned around and walked towards the carriage in the next moment: "Fu Xian!" The voice was rare and full of energy.

"What?" Fu Xian lazily brushed open the sedan chair curtain with one hand, looked at the woman outside the sedan chair, "Can't let go of me?"

"What can't you let go of?" Ye Feiwan got into the carriage without a good mood, "Mr. Fu Xian, please go to the palace!"

Fu Xianben's lazy figure paused, his brows frowned, but he never looked at her, and just fixed his eyes on one spot as usual: "Are you going to find Feng Qing to please?"

"He's going south now, where can I please him?" Ye Feiwan glanced at him, Feng Qing said a few days ago that he would go south in the next seven days, but today is only the fifth day.

"Then you go to the palace..."

"My documents and tooth cards are in the baggage, and the baggage is in the palace!" Without those, she would not be able to get any money in the bank.

Fu Xianben's frowning brows relaxed, and he slowly ordered the groom: "Go to Prince Jingyuan's mansion."

Ye Feiwan listened to the neighing of the horses, and could occasionally see the dim lights outside through the opened car curtain, but he felt fortunate in his heart.

Fortunately... Feng Qing is not at the residence.

The carriage galloped, but it stopped at the gate of the palace in a short while, and Ye Feiwan hadn't finished eating the candied haws in his hand.

At the gate of Prince Jingyuan's mansion, two guards stood there, like door gods.

"Don't wait for you?" Fu Xian raised his eyebrows, looking at the woman who had quickly dismounted, he finally asked unwillingly.

"No need," Ye Feiwan hurriedly waved his hand, "I may have to look for it for a while..." She didn't know where her baggage was placed.

It's just... before the words were finished, Fu Xian ordered in a tense voice: "Go back to Ruyi Pavilion."

Ye Feiwan silently watched the carriage gallop away in front of him, and finally disappeared into the night, silently ate the last sugar-coated candied haws, and glanced into the palace.

Inside...the lights were on.

Compared with Ye Mansion, Ye Mansion is as desolate as a ghost mansion.

Here, there will never be any lonely words that no one will answer. No matter when Feng Qing comes back, there will always be someone waiting for him.

Feng Qing... is much happier than her.

"Princess?" The guard at the door saw her, and his voice was full of surprise.

Ye Feiwan came back to his senses, looked at the two people in front of him, and finally just nodded: "Yeah." After saying that, he got up and walked inside pretending to have nothing to do.

The two guards looked at each other: "Does the princess know that the prince..."

"Probably, let's not ask too much about the prince's business."

Perhaps it was because the night was getting darker, there were really very few people in the vestibule of the palace, Feng Qing was not there, even the night watchmen were gone.

Ye Feiwan thought that her luggage would be difficult to find, but when she opened the door of the study, her luggage was very conspicuously placed on the side of the study.

Open it up and check it out, there are documents and dental tags, as well as other clothes and jewelry.She tidied up and was about to walk towards the door.

A gust of wind blew, and the door of the study was slammed shut with a "snap".

Ye Feiwan was startled, the moonlight outside the door and the faint candlelight could not be borrowed, the study was pitch black, and there was an inexplicable coldness.

She was startled.

In the previous life, Feng Qing seldom went to rest in the master bedroom of the two of them, and spent more time in this study. Now... such a night, alone, unexpectedly... only feels lonely.

Feng Qing, would you rather stay alone in such an environment than have sex with her?
The study room is huge, divided into two rooms, the inside and the outside, and the inside is soft.There are many precious objects here, such as high-quality celadon, calligraphy and paintings by famous masters, rosewood tables and chairs...

Very expensive.

Feng Qing has everything you need.

But she, Ye Feiwan, had nothing left.

She had never noticed it before, and until now, she seemed to have suddenly realized that, as far as Prince Jingyuan's mansion is concerned, she...is not like a princess at all, but...just a guest from afar who lives here.

That's it.

My heart suddenly soured.

Ye Feiwan tightened the burden in her hands, got up and walked towards the door of the outer study. In the darkness, she walked this very familiar road, and it went smoothly.

It's just... the moment when his hand touched the door and was about to open it.

There was a slight sound behind him, the sound of sparks being rubbed off by a torch, and the candlesticks beside the desk in the study were slowly lit.

The whole room is full of dense candles.

Ye Feiwan's body froze for a long time, before he turned around to look, but when he saw the man behind the crime, he let go of his hand, and the revenge fell to the ground.

Feng Qing, who was supposed to be able to return in seven days, was sitting quietly behind the desk at the moment, with expressionless face and cold eyes.

He stared intently at her eyes, which were deep and dark, making it hard to breathe. Then, he slowly lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on a pair of calligraphy and paintings on the desk in front of him.

Ye Feiwan followed his gaze and saw a very familiar painting——

Fu Xian, who was wearing a dark scarlet robe, and beside him, who half-hids her face with affectionate eyes... her.

(End of this chapter)