The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 227 A bad match is a bad match
This capital city is always so prosperous.

Candles flickered on the ten-mile long street, row upon row of shops in the wine market, and the eight streets and nine streets in the distance were full of voices, singing and dancing.

Prince Jingyuan's Mansion, where the officials are being entertained tonight, is the most prosperous place in the capital.

Hundreds of civil and military officials gathered together, and there was a lot of traffic.

Gao Feng tightened the reins, let out a soft snort, and the carriage stopped slowly just now.

Ye Feiwan opened the car window and looked out.

One school is brightly lit and lively.Many gorgeous carriages were parked at the entrance, which was very spectacular, and many people even exchanged hands to greet each other, creating a peaceful and grand scene.

Ordinary people just sigh, thinking that Feng Qing was just a idle king at the beginning, but now he is in charge of the lifeline of the Jin Dynasty.

But Ye Feiwan was never surprised at all, he was not a fish in a pond, but now he is one person under ten thousand, with great power in his hands, and he is only one step away from the supreme seat, and he can reach it with his hand.

"My lord, my lord is already waiting for you," Gao Feng said in a very soft voice, "There are so many distinguished guests today, so there are a lot of people talking, so I invite my lord to come in through the side door with my subordinates."

"En." Ye Feiwan responded in a low voice, took one last look at the very bustling main entrance of the palace, and walked towards the side entrance.

Ye Mansion...has been so graceful before, but it's all over.

Ye Feiwan was very familiar with the palace, the place to entertain the officials was in the front yard, just turn around the long corridor at the side door.

It's just... her footsteps finally stopped when she saw a figure walking slowly from the main hall.

The man was tall and outstanding, dressed in white, and even his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of light.The girdle is made of precious gold, and the white crown belt hangs by the ears.The man's eyebrows and eyes were the same, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and he looked like a banished fairy in the night.

Ye Feiwan opened his eyes wide, looking at that figure, his eyes were full of disbelief.

Feng Qing.

She never thought that Feng Qing would dress so... handsome, like a handsome young man.

Dimly, she vaguely remembered that the white dress he gave her was also golden in the girdle.

But why...

"Your official pays homage to the lord..." All civil and military officials saw Feng Qing approaching, and bowed their hands respectfully.

"Today, my colleagues are invited to a banquet, and we only talk about friendship, regardless of seniority or inferiority." Feng Qing's voice came, always cold.

Ye Feiwan stood in the dark corridor, listening to his words, looking at the figure in the light, seemed to return to the previous life in a trance.

He is also so lofty, saying that he does not distinguish between superiority and inferiority, but he has an aura of looking down on the world, and it is this aura that made her obsessed.

"Princess, concubine?" Gao Feng's urging voice came from behind.

Ye Feiwan suddenly came back to his senses, and finally took a last look at the man at the door who was being bowed down by everyone, and walked forward slowly.

Ahead, the low-pitched greetings suddenly stopped, the official banquet seemed to be quiet for a while, and everyone looked at the corridor.

"That's...the concubine?" Someone who didn't know said in a low voice, the voice was extremely soft.But he was tugged at his sleeve by the colleague beside him, and he didn't speak any more.

It was rumored in the capital that Prince Jingyuan was three times more beautiful than Pan Anjun, but in comparison, the concubine was too plain.Besides, those rumors of chasing after the prince in the past were too shocking, and it was just that the princess was an ordinary woman.

But today's princess has added a bit of charm.

Dressed in crimson clothes, her eyes were clear and beautiful, but she felt that there was a mist around her side. She applied a little makeup, but her skin was more than snow, and her eyebrows were slightly drooped, making it difficult to see any emotions. Her red lips were covered with rouge, and her body The clothes complement each other.

Feng Qing also heard the movement, turned her head and looked at Ye Feiwan, the cold smile on the corners of her lips suddenly disappeared when she saw the clothes on the woman's body, her eyes were narrowed, and her face was slightly pale.

He stared at her, frowning.

Ye Feiwan smiled with her lips curled up, her brows slightly curved, and she walked to Feng Qing's side step by step.When she finally approached him, her smile stiffened a little.

Feng Qing's hair was full of strands, tied up with a silver hairpin, the silver hairpin... was exactly the one she stabbed him back then.

It seems... like her in the previous life, he deliberately sought a good match.

But after all, only missed.

The white clothes are no longer suitable, and I don't want to match them again.

"Have you been waiting for a long time? Your lord?" Ye Feiwan stood in front of Feng Qing, her voice deliberately soft.

"..." Feng Qing didn't answer, his eyes fell from her eyes to the clothes on her body.

"What?" Ye Feiwan let out a low laugh with lowered eyes, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "I'm like this... but I'm pretty?"

Feng Qing clenched her hand hanging by her side tightly, her eyes were cold.

He had never been so unhappy.

Back then, because he liked to wear white clothes, Ye Feiwan found a well-known embroiderer in the capital, and embroidered a lot, just to match them well.

Now, he personally delivered the clothes, but she didn't even wear them anymore.

"What trick do you want to play again? Ye Feiwan?" After a long time, Feng Qing opened her lips, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her lips and teeth.

Ye Feiwan was slightly stunned. She looked at the displeased man in front of her eyes, and stretched out her hand to tidy up the slightly messy crown belt in front of him: "Feng Qing, you are still so handsome."

Feng Qing stared at her movements with downcast eyes, her expression froze, her hands were very soft, in the firelight, the reflection of her eyelashes was reflected in her eyes, delicate and moving, her heart stagnated for some reason.

"And I..." Ye Feiwan continued.

Feng Qing's breathing stagnates unconsciously, listening to her next words.

Ye Feiwan laughed lowly: "...It's really as the people say, I'm not worthy of you," she murmured, "I've missed the clothes."

Feng Qing's eyes froze, as if frozen in an instant, his eyes were gloomy: "What do you mean?"

"Feng Qing, don't you think it's time to get everything back on track?" Ye Feiwan said in a very soft voice, "Whether it's reconciliation or divorce, if you want to silence everyone, I'm willing to cooperate." You. After a clean break, no matter how I am arranged by others, I will not be able to implicate the palace..."

I can't get involved with the palace anymore...

Hearing her words, Feng Qing felt furious in his heart, his eyes were faintly scarlet, but he still suppressed it desperately: "So, who are you wearing these clothes for today?"

I found the best embroiderer, and embroidered that white dress one stitch at a time, which is unparalleled in the world.

But she gave up, didn't wear it anymore, and even smiled as if giving up everything, and among the things she gave up, it might even include... him!

"Who do you think I am wearing it for?" Ye Feiwan lowered her eyes. Sure enough, he never gave her trust, not to mention liking.

Feng Qing stared at her brows and eyes, his face was expressionless, and then he squeezed out a smile: "Is it Fuxian? For him, wearing this matching clothes, I would rather be famous, and be so determined to be with her." Leave……"

He really... misses her so much.

Ye Feiwan laughed at himself and thought, "I'm making a lunch box for..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a loud noise at the door.

"Is my son late?" A person dressed in dark scarlet robes came with a lazy voice.

(End of this chapter)