The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 224 Why Did Qu Yan See Me Again?

Ye Mansion was dead silent.

Butler Zhang was carrying a lantern and walking towards the backyard with a bowl of hot porridge in his hand.

Looking at the dark, an inner room lit alone with faint yellow candles, Zhang Butler sighed softly.

During these days, Miss has endured too much.

"Knock knock" two knocks on the door sounded.

Inside the room, Ye Feiwan's dazed expression suddenly came to life. She looked towards the door and walked to the door with a light breath.

Now that there is no one else in Ye Mansion, she doesn't even need to guess: "Uncle Zhang, what do you do?" Her voice was slightly hoarse.

Butler Zhang couldn't hide his distressed eyes: "Miss, the night is cold, I made some porridge, and you should drink more."

"Okay," Ye Feiwan smiled, she didn't have any appetite, but she couldn't bear to reject the person who cared about her, so she reached out to take the hot porridge.

But Butler Zhang didn't leave, he just looked at her, intending to watch her drink the porridge.

Ye Feiwan had no choice but to give up his seat at the door, and slowly drank the porridge spoon by spoon.

Housekeeper Zhang was satisfied, and he got up and wanted to leave, but he saw the clothes beside him from the corner of his eye, and his eyes lighted up slightly: "What a beautiful dress."

Ye Feiwan froze, pursed her lips and said nothing.

"If Miss wears it, she must look good," Zhang Butler said, with a low sigh mixed in, "I still remember...Miss used to love white clothes the most."

favorite white...

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled slightly.

It turned out that someone still remembered the time when she was addicted to wearing white clothes for one person.

Uncle Zhang was with his father in the past few years and saw many rare treasures. Now that he can praise the beauty of this white dress, it is of course really beautiful.

Just like fairy clothes, wouldn't it look bad?
No matter how picky Ye Feiwan was, he couldn't find any flaws, and even the sizes... were very consistent.

It's just... the more beautiful the white dress was, the more panic she felt in her heart.

In the previous life, whether it was her birthday or the anniversary of her in-laws, Feng Qing never remembered it, and rarely gave her gifts in person.

However, if Feng Qing needed her to accompany him to the palace to face the Holy Spirit, he would give her pearls and hairpins;

If she needs to go back to Ye Mansion to meet her father, he will give her treasures;

Just like Chuxue, he ate dumplings with her just because Qu Yan wanted to see her the next day.

Now, Feng Qing sent such a beautiful white dress, but she was full of fear, because...she had nothing to give him now.

"Miss, it's getting late, you...have a good rest." Seeing her dazed expression, Butler Zhang finally sighed and walked out the door.

Ye Feiwan sat in front of the window with a blank expression on his face, but his mind was already wandering.

The night was getting darker, but she couldn't sleep.

I don't know how long it took, there was a faint sound of beating watch outside the door, it was Zishi watch.

Ye Feiwan's eyes moved slightly, and finally got up and was about to walk towards the bed.

"Pa", but at this moment, there was a slight sound outside the window.

Ye Fei had a late meal and looked towards the closed window. Now there were only her and Uncle Zhang in the Ye Mansion. Presumably, Uncle Zhang was still worried about her.

Cursing her lips, she smiled and pushed open the window: "Uncle Zhang, you don't need to worry, I didn't..." The words came to an abrupt end.

She stared blankly at the figure standing outside the window. For a moment, she felt like a dream.

The man in white stood there, his long hair behind him was not pulled up, but casually hung behind him, adding a bit of dignity and calmness.

Ye Feiwan's eyes immediately turned cold: "What's the matter, my lord?" She never expected that Feng Qing would come here late at night.

"..." There was a hint of embarrassment in Feng Qing's expression. He didn't know why he came here. The quarrel between the two of them was so unpleasant last night, but when he heard Gao Feng go back to report that she looked bad, It came unknowingly.

It was too easy for him to break into the Ye Mansion, especially the Ye Mansion without any guards, but...but when he noticed the coldness of the woman's voice, his heart felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him.

"According to the laws of the Jin Dynasty, those who break into private houses will be imprisoned for several days, and the prince is no exception." Ye Feiwan lowered his eyes, "Please also ask the prince to leave before I report to the government..."

"Clothes, have you got it?" Feng Qing interrupted her with frowned eyebrows.

Ye Feiwan hesitated, and nodded for a long time: "I got it, thank you, my lord, it's very beautiful."

"...Well," Feng Qing looked at her, perhaps because of the silence of the night, perhaps because of the dizzy yellow candlelight behind her, he actually relaxed a little bit accordingly, "This king knows, Ye Feiwan, you like it." white……"

"What's your lord's business, why don't you just talk about it," Ye Feiwan interrupted him, laughing casually in the night, "Is there anything else that needs my help? Or...why does Qu Yan like me again? You need my lord to be like this." Please me?"

So flattering... I gave her clothes in the evening, and came to look for her that night!
Feng Qing's expression turned pale, and he looked at her as if he didn't know her: "Do you think... this king is because of other people?"

"Otherwise?" Ye Feiwan raised her eyes and asked back, but she seemed to think of something, and suddenly realized, "But because of the portrait of me and Fu Xian?"

The portrait of Qin, Se and Ming hangs in the study, and many literati have probably seen it.

Thinking of that painting, Feng Qing's face suddenly darkened.

Ye Feiwan thought she had guessed right, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly. No wonder...the reputation of the palace is naturally important, so...the official banquet was moved forward to tomorrow.

"My lord, you really don't need to be like this," she said in a very soft voice, "I know that the woman in that painting is me, almost none of them, why should I care?"

Feng Qing's Adam's apple moved up and down, his eyes fixed on her: "You don't like that white dress?"

"I like it," Ye Feiwan still responded lightly, "It's just... Your lord, give me clothes, but you want me to tell the officials with you at the official banquet tomorrow, that you and I have reconciled?"

She stood in the window, looking at the figure outside the window.

"No." The word Feng Qing seemed to be squeezed out of the teeth.

"Or...you want me to clarify in person that I have committed seven crimes, but in fact the prince divorced me. To preserve your reputation?"

"……no."

"Or do you want me to personally invite Qu Yan and let her come back to you?"

"Ye Feiwan!" This time, Feng Qing's voice suddenly increased, full of anger.

Ye Feiwan lowered her eyes, and never looked at him again, but her eyes remained calm and unwavering: "Then what does the prince want me to do?" There are so many lessons learned in the past, this time, she will not believe that he is not taking advantage of him unless she is crazy.

"Ye Feiwan, I want you..." Feng Qing's voice was tense, but at this point, she stopped suddenly.

Ye Feiwan's heart froze slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at the person outside the window.

"The king wants you...to go to the official banquet with the king, and tell the civil and military officials that there has never been a gap between you and me, and the woman in the painting is not you. Lest everyone chew on the tongue of the palace!" The rest of the words, sealed Qing finally added.

Ye Feiwan's eyes dimmed, and sure enough... She knew it earlier, how could Feng Qing want her?
And finally realized...that white dress was only for her...for Princess Jingyuan.Even if the princess is replaced by someone else, he will give it.

"I see, my lord." She said lightly.

After the words fell, the window was closed, completely cutting off the eyes of people outside the window.

Feng Qing stared at the closed window, as if... completely shut him out.

I don't know how long it took, when his hands were cold and his chest was sore, he couldn't help covering his lips and coughing, and finally turned around and disappeared in the same place.

The palace is still brightly lit.

Looking at those flames, Feng Qing felt inexplicably... a little distressed at the thought of the darkness of Ye Mansion.

"My lord," Gao Feng did not know when he came to his side, "There are already many rubbings of Wangfei's painting in the capital..."

"Buy them all back." Feng Qing lowered her eyes, hiding her excess emotions, her voice condensed.

"Yes," Gao Feng hurriedly replied, "After buying it back..."

Feng Qing expressionless: "Burn."

(End of this chapter)