The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 231 Is This What You Want?

Wangfu, Lengyuan.

Ye Feiwan stood quietly in it, the night was dim, and occasionally he could hear the sound of silk, bamboo and zither played by the wind, which made the place even more bleak.

Through the dim moonlight, she could vaguely see the old crooked-neck tree.

Feng Qing didn't lie, she really smoked the green shoots.

Ye Feiwan couldn't help stretching out his hand to touch it lightly, forced a smile, revisited the old place, and finally felt no pain.

"There's no salt in the first place, but now it's even uglier when you laugh!" A teasing voice came from behind.

Ye Feiwan froze and ignored it.

It's Fuxian.

He had already flung his wide sleeves and walked forward, with a faint smell of wine on his body, he looked up at the crooked tree, and then lowered his eyes to her: "Ye Feiwan, a broken tree is worth your sorrow." Chun Min..." The voice stopped abruptly.

Even though the corners of her lips were slightly curled up, her eyes were as if separated by a thin layer of mist. There was no sorrow, no sadness, only... a touch of alienation and indifference, as if heartless and desireless.

"Ye Feiwan," Fuxian said in a low voice, "It's so ugly."

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised his eyes to stare at him: "Is Mr. Fu Xian coming here to humiliate me?" After he finished speaking, he thought of something vaguely, looked at the courtyard in front of him, and frowned slightly, "Your side Where is that beauty?"

"It's just a joke." Fu Xian shrugged and leaned against the tree trunk. "There are many distinguished guests at the banquet. Although she likes my appearance, she doesn't like my status."

status……

Ye Feiwan half-closed her eyes, she always felt that this person was definitely not as simple as an actor.

"What are you looking at me for?" Fu Xian was amused by her look, and his mood widened a bit.

Ye Feiwan hesitated for a moment: "Who are you?" She almost murmured.

Fu Xian's expression paused for a while, his brows were serious for a long time, and there seemed to be light in his eyes. He looked at her and raised his voice slightly: "You really... want to know?"

Ye Feiwan met his gaze, panicked for some reason: "I don't want to."

Fu Xian frowned, he didn't intend to really say it, but she refused without hesitation, which made him displeased: "What's the matter? I'm going to have a banquet with Feng Qing tonight for all the officials, have you softened towards him?"

"I never..." Ye Feiwan quickly retorted.

"Never?" Fu Xian raised his eyebrows, "If you really don't have a soft heart, why did you come out just now when you heard Qu Yan playing the piano?"

"..." Ye Feiwan was dumb. She just couldn't bear the atmosphere of the banquet, so she finally lowered her eyes and remained silent.

"Heh..." Fu Xian sneered, but at the next moment, she seemed to think of something, and frowned slightly, "Are you very good at playing the guzheng?" She inexplicably remembered that when she was on stage with him last time, she didn't say anything at all.

Ye Feiwan froze, thinking of her previous life, she guarded the backyard alone, learned the guzheng, learned to bleed from her fingertips, but in the end...

She raised her eyes and smiled, her eyes narrowed slightly: "If the luthier hired with a lot of money doesn't study hard, I'm afraid it will be a waste of money."

Fu Xian looked at her swaying appearance, his eyes sank, and the next moment he lowered his eyes and let out a low laugh: "For Feng Qing?"

Ye Feiwan's smile paused, but quickly returned to normal: "Do you have to speak so viciously?" Her brows and eyes added a bit of helplessness.

"Huh?" Fu Xian raised his eyebrows, pretending not to understand.

Ye Feiwan didn't bother to pay attention, she just looked away, and looked up at the buds on the tree with crooked neck: "He has never had the patience to listen to me finish playing a song."

never.

She also thought about letting Feng Qing see that she not only has a domineering appearance, but also knows how to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is quiet and silent.But he never stayed quietly by her side.

After all, the first time he listened to her play in its entirety was the time at Princess Anping's house before getting married.

"Really?" Fu Xian murmured, he looked at the woman who was looking up at the branches, her eyebrows and eyes were actually very bright, "It's right that others don't want to look at your speechless appearance. "What Piansheng said was against his will.

"Hey!" Ye Feiwan was really annoyed, and gave him a hard look, but his mood was much more open than before.

Fu Xian hooked his lips, and a smile appeared in the night, it wasn't teasing, and it wasn't deliberate, on the contrary, it was more sincere.

But the next moment, his smile gradually froze, and his eyes fell on the door of the cold courtyard behind Ye Feiwan.

"Maybe I was wrong," Fu Xian murmured, "That person...is not unwilling to watch."

Otherwise, why follow along?

"What?" Ye Feiwan looked at him puzzled.

Fu Xian withdrew his gaze, blinked at her and smiled: "I'll give you a gift." After he finished speaking, his voice was low, adding a bit of loneliness in the night, "Turn around."

"Huh?" Ye Feiwan turned around almost subconsciously.

But when he saw the figure at the gate of the cold courtyard, his body froze slightly.

She didn't expect that Feng Qing would come, and she frowned unconsciously.

"You..." She turned her head and wanted to tell Fu Xian what kind of gift this was, but Fu Xian, who was standing by her side just now, had long since disappeared.

She was startled for a moment, her face was expressionless, did Fu Xian think she was Yuelao?

Ye Feiwan walked towards the door expressionlessly, and was about to bypass Feng Qing and leave.

But he was blocked by someone, and he could even smell faint sandalwood in his breath.

Ye Feiwan frowned slightly, and when she raised her eyes, she was looking into Feng Qing's deep and dark eyes like an ancient well, and there seemed to be dark waves surging at this moment.

Sure enough, when he faced her, his eyebrows never relaxed.

"My lord." Looking down, Ye Feiwan nodded as a greeting, and wanted to leave.

"What? Ye Feiwan, do you want to run away after seeing me now?" Feng Qing's voice was almost self-deprecating, "In the past, why haven't I seen you avoid me so quickly?"

In the past, she wished she could chase after him every day.

"..." Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled slightly. Thinking of the past, it was clear...he was the one who hated her first, "I used to be blind, but now I am clear."

Feng Qing's hands were slightly tight, and he could feel a bit of stickiness in his palm, probably the blood that flowed out after the broken wine glass cut his palm just now.

"I know what you mean, Ye Feiwan," Feng Qing's voice was tense, and his eyes were fixed on the lonely spinner on the top of the woman's head in front of him, "You can give away your clothes to others, do you want to match him?" With Quyan.

Ye Feiwan's face was slightly pale, and he looked down at the ground, always silent.

"He keeps saying that he is not good at playing the piano, but you clearly..."

"So what if I'm proficient in piano art, Feng Qing?" Ye Feiwan interrupted him, his voice was very soft in the night.

"..." Feng Qing's voice came to an abrupt end.

"You and I have known each other not for a few days or months, but for years." Ye Feiwan frowned, "But you seem to... never know what I want."

Speaking of this, she hooked her lips and smiled, with a light smile.

Feng Qing's expression was tense, and he clenched his hands even tighter. There were waves of heartaches in his palms, but he didn't seem to notice them.

"Feng Qing, you should love Qu Yan very much, right?" Ye Feiwan raised his eyes and looked at Feng Qing frankly. His eyes were so bright that under the moonlight, people dare not look at him.

For the first time, she said these words so calmly, she thought it would be very uncomfortable, but her heart was calm.

Xu Shi knew it a long time ago, and he didn't even want to give it a little movement.

Unlike before, Ye Feiwan, who didn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, always thought that one day he would completely occupy Feng Qing's heart and become his sweetheart.

At that time, she completely saw how paranoid Feng Qing was.

Just like what my father said before his death, Feng Qing will never let go of someone if he decides on him.

"Ye Feiwan..." Feng Qing called her name in a low voice, and her voice became even more flustered.

She... She was able to say this to him so calmly, and she even smiled gently to match him up, her eyes and brows were serious.

"Feng Qing, Qu Yan is very suitable for you in terms of appearance, talent, learning, and temperament." Ye Feiwan tilted her head as if she was thinking about something carefully, and said in a gentle tone, "I'm serious, let's not go wrong anymore. ?"

Feng Qing stepped back half a step suddenly, and he stared at her motionless, with fear and shock in his eyes, as if... he didn't know her.

He could see that she was serious.

But it was his seriousness that made him extremely frightened.

She obviously loved him, she loved him so much that she tried all means to marry her, she loved him until the day she got married, she used her body as a shield to shield him from a sword, she loved him so much that she went to the cliff to find relief, she would rather fall off the cliff than hurt him.

But why... She can say to him so calmly now, "Let's not make mistakes anymore."

wrong?Was this marriage just a mistake for her?
"Ye Feiwan, is this what you want?" He looked at her with a difficult voice.

Ye Feiwan smiled and nodded: "Yes."

After saying that, she turned sideways to bypass Feng Qing and leave the cold courtyard.

The wrist was grabbed by someone, and it was held extremely tightly, with a hint of stickiness.Ye Feiwan frowned, the smell of wine mixed with the smell of blood.

"Ye Feiwan, is this really... what you want?" Feng Qing spoke again, slurring each word, as if squeezed out from between her lips and teeth.

"..." Ye Feiwan's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he remained silent for a moment, "Yes."

With all her strength, she wanted to break free from Feng Qing's shackles, but she couldn't. Instead, Feng Qing held on tighter, refusing to let go.

It's as if... holding something you love.

Ye Feiwan looked up at his side face: "Could it be that the prince is drunk and mistook me for someone else?"

"..." Feng Qing's fingertips trembled slightly, "You said that you love me." The voice was extremely soft.

But Ye Feiwan heard it, her body was slightly condensed, and she still smiled for a moment: "I didn't know love at that time, it's all over."

After finishing speaking, she put her hand on the back of Feng Qing's hand, and opened his fingers one by one.

(End of this chapter)