The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 232

Ye Feiwan never thought that one day she would break Feng Qing's hand holding her so calmly, and then...turn around and leave.

Her back is still quite straight.

However, this time he did not return to the banquet, but walked towards the side door where she came.

This place is not suitable for her, in fact, it has never been suitable, but she only now realizes it.

The wrist seemed to be a little sticky, Ye Feiwan frowned, and looked down at the faint candlelight, only to see...a bloodstain on his wrist.

Is it... the blood from Feng Qing's palm?

"Wow—" Behind him, there was an uproar, and the sound of silk and bamboo stopped.

Ye Feiwan was puzzled and looked back.

However, Feng Qing was striding back to the banquet, even ignoring the crowd, walking to the side of Qu Yan who was playing the zither, took her by the hand, and led her to the seat of the main princess.

His gaze was fixed on the corridor from beginning to end, it seemed angry and cold.

Ye Feiwan met his gaze, and her eyes fell unconsciously on Feng Qing's hand holding Qu Yan. Just now, he was holding her like this, but now, in just a blink of an eye, he has already pulled someone else.

The seat that Qu Yan was sitting in was also the one she had just sat in.

It's as if... completely replaced her.

For some reason, the night was suddenly cold.

Feng Qing was naturally aware of her gaze, and when he paused, he felt a sense of embarrassment that he wanted to let go immediately, but the next moment, when he saw the figure behind the woman, his face darkened.

"Ye Feiwan, don't look." Fu Xian's voice was extremely soft, coming from behind him, and the next moment, he was already in front of her.

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he looked up at the handsome man in front of him, narrowed his eyes and curled his lips into a smile: "You...you left, didn't you?"

Looking at her smile, Fu Xian's expression was unprecedentedly tense: "Don't laugh like that." It made people feel sad.

"Why?" Ye Feiwan stared at her, "You want to call me ugly again?"

Fu Xian met her extraordinarily bright eyes, and was stunned for a moment, but quickly remembered that he had repeatedly said that she was "ugly", for some reason, he smiled slowly: "Yeah, I never thought about it, but you have self-knowledge." .”

After the words fell, he grabbed her and walked towards the side door.

"What are you doing?" Ye Feiwan struggled a bit, "Young Master Fuxian, do you want to kiss each other..."

"You don't like staying here?" Fu Xian interrupted her without turning her head.

Ye Feiwan's movements froze, and her heart trembled suddenly. She never thought that Fu Xian understood so much: "So what if I don't like it, you... let me go."

Fu Xian frowned, but seemed to think of something, looked down at her hand, the wrist in the palm was very cold.

He let go of her, took off the outer robe, and only wore the inner light-colored clothes.

"What are you doing?" Ye Feiwan was surprised.

"Heh..." Fu Xian just sneered, threw the robe on her body, and then dragged her towards the side door.

Behind him, mixed with anger and cold eyes, he was always staring at the two of them.

……

A carriage was waiting quietly at the side entrance. Two lanterns were lit in front of the carriage, making the night quiet.

Fu Xian got on the carriage first: "Follow me."

Ye Feiwan paused, hesitated for a moment, and finally followed.

However, after getting into the carriage, she couldn't help but look back at the corner, she always felt... as if someone was staring at her.

"What are you looking at? Could it be that you are reluctant?" Fu Xian's angry voice came.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ye Feiwan looked away and walked into the carriage. Perhaps it was a bit cold at night, so she couldn't help tightening her clothes.

Fu Xian watched her movements, and paused slightly between his eyebrows: "What's the matter? Are you so obsessed with my son's smell?"

"..." Ye Feiwan was silent for a moment, and finally handed the robe to him, "From now on, don't do this again, so as not to increase misunderstandings."

Fu Xian watched her movements, and was silent for a moment: "What? What is the misunderstanding?"

"Clothes," Ye Feiwan said with downcast eyes, "since you also want to attend this banquet, you shouldn't have given me this clothes." Let the civil and military officials see it, but they don't know what gossip they will say.

Fu Xian's face darkened: "Then you give that white dress to someone else?"

"That's different!" Ye Feiwan turned pale.

"Why is it different?" Fu Xian asked.

Ye Feiwan paused for a moment, and finally said: "Feng Qing is willing, Qu Yan is the girl he likes. Besides, that white dress is suitable for Qu Yan." But she and Fu Xian shouldn't be like this.

Fu Xian froze, he looked at the woman's pale expression under the light of the shaking lantern, and for a moment he wanted to say: What's the difference?
But in the end, he suppressed his words, and just said casually: "That woman named Qu Yan will also be Feng Qing as a treasure."

"..." Ye Feiwan was silent for a moment, and finally said only one sentence, "You don't understand."

"I don't understand?" Fuxian smiled lowly, "Ye Feiwan, it's you who don't understand."

"..."

"Did I ever tell you that if you don't say some things, others will never know," Fu Xian paused at this point, "For example, in the backyard, you once leaned into Feng Qing's ear and said words."

She said "I used to really..." love you.

But the word "love you" could not be uttered, it was only lip-shaped.

It's unpleasant to watch and... sour in my heart.

Ye Feiwan was stunned, she never thought that Fu Xian saw it, after a long time, she murmured: "So what if I say it? I won't be able to wait for a response."

Having said that, it's just a laughingstock.

"Can't wait for a response?" Fu Xian sneered, "It's nothing more than being rejected!"

"What if you are not willing to be rejected?"

"..." Fu Xian was startled, and finally gave her a hard look, "Then you can continue to be so ugly!"

Ye Feiwan paused, then suddenly smiled after a long time: "Thank you." She whispered.

Not only thanking him for his words at this moment, but also thanking him for taking her away from the banquet, and more... When she was surrounded by people, he would rescue her.

Fu Xianben's hands on his knees froze, he turned his eyes to look at the woman beside him, then suddenly reached out and waved his sleeves, extinguishing the two lanterns on the carriage.

It was dark inside the carriage.

"What are you doing?" Ye Feiwan was puzzled.

"..." Fu Xian did not speak.

After a long silence, he just said, "Ye Feiwan."

"Ok?"

"Now, no one sees you, so...you don't have to force yourself to smile all the time," Fu Xian said in an understatement, "You smile so ugly, it makes people feel bad to see you."

that ugly.

Ye Feiwan felt sore for some reason when he heard his sarcasm.

In the darkness, she slowly bent her waist, gaining a moment of relief.

"Young Master Fuxian, are you comforting me?" After some time, she suddenly spoke, and her voice returned to normal.

On the opposite side, Fu Xian's body froze, and the next moment his voice raised: "How can I comfort you?" He denied it.

"Come on, Mr. Fuxian," Ye Feiwan narrowed his eyes and said casually, "You must be coveting my beauty!"

Fu Xian's voice sounded a bit of a profane panic: "Ye Feiwan, you are not ashamed to speak out. In this carriage, I am here. How dare you talk about your beauty?"

"Come on, Mr. Fuxian cares about me so much, he must be interested in me," Ye Feiwan teased, "Master, if you don't tell me, how can I refuse you?"

"Ye Feiwan!" Fu Xian paused every word, "Even if I die, I will never like someone like you!"

Ye Feiwan finally relaxed after hearing his words.

She was afraid... She couldn't respond to some feelings.

"Young Master, we're here." Just at this moment, the groom's voice came.

"Master Fuxian..." Ye Feiwan's voice was soft and soft, and he was about to speak.

"Get down!" Fu Xian angrily pointed at the sedan chair door.

Ye Feiwan shrugged silently: "It's a pity..." The words stopped abruptly when the car curtain was lifted.

Looking at the clean and moist figure at the door of Ye Mansion, for some reason, she felt a little lonely, which made people feel sad.

"Ye Feiwan?" Inside the carriage, Fu Xian's voice seemed confused and displeased.

"Thank you Mr. Fuxian for bringing me back." Ye Feiwan said in a dull voice, got up and got out of the car.

Fu Xian was slightly stunned, hearing the alienation in her words, her thin lips were pressed tightly together, and the groom left alone.

Ye Feiwan was still looking at the figure in front of the Ye Mansion.

"...Uncle, I have absolutely no love for Wan Wan. If this statement is false, I will owe my deepest kindness and be alone for the rest of my life."

In her memory, in order to be able to marry Feng Qing, she begged someone to ask her father to withdraw the engagement.

The man swore a heavy oath and said these words.

Now, he was standing at the door, tall and thin.

"Wanwan." He whispered to her in a soft voice.

(End of this chapter)