The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 24 Why Don't You Visit Church?
"...you're not good for me if you die".

Feng Qing's face turned cold following the woman's words, and he stared intently at her eyes, which contained a trace of strangeness that he was not familiar with.

"It's best for Miss Ye to think like this." In the end, he said this.

Ye Feiwan was still looking at the curtain above her head. She was familiar with this place. In her previous life, Feng Qing would rest here if she didn't want to have sex with her. He, even if he is stingy with her smile, she is also happy standing by his side.

After all, it was just an old dream from a previous life.

Enduring the pain in her shoulder, Ye Feiwan sighed softly: "Feng Qing, there will be no next time." She murmured, she didn't have many lives to go on like this. One strike, there will be no next time, and there will be no next time.

Feng Qing's fingertips condensed slightly, and he stared at her intently.

He has always been smart, but at this moment he is somewhat puzzled by what she just said, as if...the determination to give up something, and among the things she gave up, it is very likely...including him!

My heart was suddenly annoyed.

"My lord." Outside the door, Gao Feng walked in without knowing when, striding forward.

Feng Qing's expression returned to normal almost instantly, and he put down the curtain beside the bed with his big hands to block the woman on the sick bed, his eyes were deep and dark: "Huh?"

"The corpses on the street have been disposed of, and the blood has been cleaned, but there are still guests and friends in the front hall, all of whom are waiting for the prince..." Gao Feng said, looking complicatedly at the figure on the sick bed behind the curtain.

This kind of thing happened today, everyone didn't expect it. Although the prince is not favored, he is still a prince after all. The court still has to give a little face, but the princess was stabbed on the day of great joy, which is not honorable.

Feng Qing frowned, and was about to open her lips to speak, but in an instant, she smelled the bloody smell of a woman on her chest, and as she rode the horse galloping all the way, the blood had dried up and could not be seen on the red wedding dress.

Inexplicably, he thought of the appearance of her when she fell into his arms and jokingly said "I'm sorry for dirtying your clothes". The wound was still bleeding, but she was still so out of tune...

"My lord? My lord?" Gao Feng's voice came.

Feng Qing snapped back to his senses, and then his expression shook slightly. He didn't like the feeling that his mind was easily disturbed by the smell of blood: "What?"

"Today, this hall...do you still worship?" Gao Feng asked cautiously.

Feng Qing paused, if he didn't worship, he would be ridiculed by the people in the capital, but now Ye Feiwan's body...

"Why don't you worship?" A woman's voice came from behind the curtain.

Gao Feng was startled, and even Feng Qing looked over there.

There was a rustling sound, and it was Ye Feiwan who sat up with his own strength, his face was slightly pale, and his forehead burst into cold sweat: "Today is my big day, why don't you pray?"

"..." Feng Qing narrowed her eyes and said nothing.

"Miss Ke Ye's body..."

"Bring Xi Po in and dress up the concubine." Feng Qing suddenly interrupted Gao Feng's remaining words. He actually... heard the word "Miss Ye", and his heart became more and more unhappy.

If she doesn't worship, maybe in the future, she will still be called "Miss Ye."

"Yes." When the prince spoke, Gao Feng dared not disobey him, and Wei Wei bowed his head to lead the order to do it.

King Jingyuan married his concubine and was attacked by assassins on the way to welcome the bride. The city was full of ups and downs. Even the royal family and nobles in the wedding hall heard about it. Some were pitiful and some were gloating. How her in-laws ended up.

Ye Xianyu sat on the side seat of the main hall as the woman's elder brother. According to the royal family's rules, the relatives and friends of the princess can only be allowed to meet the princess on the day of returning home. Now that he can come, it is thanks to his good relationship with Feng Qing.

He naturally heard the gossip, and after all, he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

"Beep—" There was a joyful sound suddenly.

"Bride and groom enter the arena!" A loud shout came, and two red shadows appeared at the corner ahead.

The groom is dressed in a happy suit, with picturesque features.

The bride has a phoenix crown and Xiapei, and her steps are gentle.

The red hijab moved slightly with the woman's movements.

Everyone held their breaths, watching the two walk closer.

"Didn't it mean that the bride was hurt? How can I look fine?"

"I do not know."

"Who knows if the person in front of me is the young lady of the Ye family..."

The people around were whispering, but at this moment, a gust of wind blew by, gently blowing the woman's hijab to the corner of her clothes, most of the woman's face was exposed, her makeup was delicate, her red lips were like blood, and her complexion was moving. It was Ye Feiwan, the eldest daughter of the Ye family. , For a while, everyone was silent.

Ye Feiwan bit her inner lip tightly, and even smelled the bloody smell in her mouth. Enduring the tingling pain on her shoulder, she followed Feng Qing step by step until she reached the wedding hall.

"Bow to heaven and earth—" someone shouted.

Through the Xipa, Ye Feiwan turned around, faced the door, and bent slightly.

"Second worship high hall-"

Ye Changlin can't appear, and neither can the emperor. There is only a bright yellow imperial decree there.

Ye Feiwan clearly noticed that Feng Qing's aura was condensed, but he still bowed down.

"Husband and wife greet each other—"

Turning around, Ye Feiwan finally vaguely saw Feng Qing's face through the thin hijab.

He still had no expression on his face, but it was different from the expressionless face in his previous life. His eyes were fixed on her all the time, as if he was worried that she would suddenly fall down, probably because of the face of the palace.

Bowing slowly, she wanted to salute, but her shoulders hurt and her eyes dimmed. She bent down and didn't lift up, and then fell forward.

Almost at the moment when she fell down, a big hand appeared around her waist, and he pulled her body aside lightly, then bent down, and hugged her in front of him.

At the same time, a voice shouted: "Send it to the bridal chamber—" Feng Qing turned around and walked towards the backyard. The whole process was too fast, without any flaws.

Ye Feiwan nestled quietly in Feng Qing's arms. In her previous life, she had thought about this embrace for a long time, but she never expected to be hugged twice by him on the first day of marriage in this life.

The corridor of the palace is not short, but Feng Qing's footsteps are always fast and steady, and his breathing is not disturbed at all. His martial arts are much deeper than she thought.

"If I hadn't seen Miss Ye being assassinated with my own eyes, I would have thought that Miss Ye was playing tricks at the wedding just now!" Above her head, Feng Qing seemed to be aware of her gaze, and her thin lips parted slightly.

Ye Feiwan twitched her eyelashes, but quickly smiled: "Why is the lord so sure, I'm not playing tricks right now?"

After all... the couple's obeisance to each other... failed in the end.

Feng Qing's eyes turned cold: "How dare you..."

Before he finished speaking, Ben's crumbling hijab fell from Ye Feiwan's forehead, revealing a woman's pale face, even with a thick layer of makeup, it still couldn't cover her weakness.

At this moment, she was closing her eyes tightly and falling asleep.

Feng Qing's arms froze inexplicably. After a long time, he lifted his feet and walked towards the inner bedroom in the backyard. It was much faster than before, and the pace was even more flustered...

(End of this chapter)