The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 253 Don't Keep Him
There was a dead silence inside and outside the house.

Ye Feiwan stood there stiffly, her eyebrows frowned slightly, she didn't expect that Feng Qing was still outside the door and never left.

Obviously... With his pride, not to mention being ridiculed by her just now, even the slightest humiliation, he would not accept it.Now, why didn't she leave, and even knocked on the door of her bedroom?
"Ye Feiwan." Outside the door, a small voice sounded again, with a bit of drunkenness and confusion.

Feng Qing also didn't understand how he could still stay here.

But just now, standing outside the door of Ye Mansion, looking at the dark and somewhat desolate courtyard, he was unwilling to leave.How prosperous the palace is, but why every time I walk in, I always feel a little bit bleak in my heart?

Now...only by looking at Ye Fu, did he feel a little relieved in his heart.

But now, she brought another man into the mansion.

If it was the past, he would definitely turn around and leave, but... he didn't dare.

Feng Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the blankness in her eyes dissipated a little.

He was afraid... If she really left Fu Xian behind, it would be too late.

"Knock, knock..." He raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door twice.

He must be drunk too.Inside the room, Ye Feiwan lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Beside him, Fu Xian had already walked over at some point, his eyes were as dark and deep as a jewel against the candlelight beside him.

"Ye Feiwan, don't keep him." Feng Qing's voice was very soft, and it was transmitted into the house through the crack of the door, with a gossamer-like vanity, "This king doesn't allow you to keep him."

not allowed.

Ye Feiwan listened quietly and suddenly felt a little funny.She thought that Feng Qing had changed his gender, but now it seems that he has never changed, he is used to bossing her around, and he is probably used to her always obeying him every time in the past.

"The night is cool and windy, my lord, please go back." Ye Feiwan raised his voice, his mind was calm and unwavering.

"..." There was silence outside the door for a long time before opening, every word seemed to be squeezed out between teeth, "Do you really want to leave other men here? Are you... punishing others, or ruining yourself? "

"When Feiwan is with me, how can you ruin yourself?" This time, before Ye Feiwan could say anything, Fu Xian broke the silence, "It's my lord, since Feiwan has been with you, troubles have continued. The young lady who was a thousand gold back then has become nothing now. My lord, do you think you have to follow someone later to ruin yourself?"

Fu Xian's voice was slightly raised and ambiguous on purpose.

Feng Qing's face suddenly turned pale.

He recognized the intimacy in Fu Xia's words, but... was powerless to refute.

That's right, when she married into the palace, Ye Feiwan was just a little arrogant young lady, but now... what did she get by his side?
That is... the eyes that were always looking at him brightly in the past gradually darkened.

"You don't love him..." The next moment, Feng Qing's eyes barely lit up. She once held him in her arms who was drunk, and said "love him" over and over again. He engraved a seal in his heart, "Ye Feiwan, you don't have half-female love for Fuxian, do you?" He ignored Fuxian and just said to Ye Feiwan.

"Your Majesty's words are wrong," Fu Xian's voice was still casual, only the hands on his sides were clenched tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, "Fei Wan should tell me whether he has feelings for me, isn't it? What choice to make tonight should be her own choice."

After saying that, he turned his eyes and stared at Ye Feiwan, his voice was soft but his body was tense: "What do you mean, Feiwan?"

Ye Feiwan turned his eyes to meet Fu Xian's gaze, the tails of his eyes were slightly raised, there was an indescribable temptation in the night.

She knew in her heart that he did it on purpose, but this might be an opportunity.

Nodding and smiling, Ye Feiwan got up and was about to bypass Fu Xian and walk towards the door.

It's just...the footsteps finally stopped, her wrist was grabbed by someone, and Fu Xian held her with great strength, and there was a bit of dull pain.

"Don't go, Ye Feiwan." Fu Xian's voice was completely different from his strength, very soft, if it wasn't for the silence of the night, maybe he wouldn't have heard it at all.

Ye Feiwan stared at the hand holding her wrist for a long time: "Don't you want me to make a choice, Fuxian?" Her voice was very soft.

Fu Xian's fingers trembled, and finally let go of her wrist a little bit.

Without any hesitation, Ye Feiwan got up and walked to the door, took a low breath, and opened the door.

Outside the door, a man in white clothes stood under the moonlight, and the bright moonlight shone on him, making him look more cool and gorgeous, like an exiled immortal.

However, his brows and eyes were tightly frowned, the smell of wine on his body was extremely strong, his thin lips were pale, and he was pursing his lips tightly, his eyes were faintly scarlet, and he was staring at the wooden door without a trace of light in his eyes.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, there seemed to be a trace of daze in his eyes, and then he suddenly realized that there were a few faint lights in the depths of his eyes, and he looked at her.

"Why are you here, Feng Qing." Ye Feiwan looked at him with a calm voice, no previous emotion in his eyes.

The light that had just risen in Feng Qing's eyes froze in an instant: "What?" He spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse.

"You and I have nothing to do with each other. I heard that Qu Yan has returned to Beijing a few days ago, and he was outside the palace during this time." Ye Feiwan lowered his eyes and smiled, as cold as the moonlight, "The prince is drunk now. Now, what kind of drunkenness are you playing here? Shouldn't you go to Miss Qu? Now, why are you here?" She asked again.

Feng Qing was still the same as in her previous life, doing all kinds of misleading things, but in the end, it was just her own sentimentality.

Now, she doesn't mind saying everything and asking clearly, so as not to fall into the cage he made again.

"I..." Feng Qing finally spoke, but his figure suddenly staggered.

In front of him, Ye Feiwan's body did not move.

His heart hurt slightly, and he vaguely remembered that every time he was drunk, there was a woman who would carefully caress his back, order someone to make sober soup, and help him to rest...

But at this moment, she was calm.

It seemed that something was slowly leaving, and he desperately wanted to catch it, but nothing remained.

"Feng Qing." Seeing his calm appearance, Ye Feiwan suddenly took a step forward and moved closer to his eyes. The distance between the two was so close that they were entangled with each other's breathing.

Behind him, Fu Xian frowned tightly, and never moved.

"Now, you come to see me when you're drunk," Ye Feiwan said slowly, "Could it be that you want to ask me to go back to the palace?" It's like... when she had a fever, she had a dream from a past life that she didn't know was true or false.

For the first time, she heard the aloof king say "please" to her.

The blood on Feng Qing's face drained away, and he even took half a step back, a sharp pain in his temple, and unfounded memories kept torturing him.

"Ye Feiwan, wait for me, please..." In my mind, the man's voice sounded like a curse over and over again.

Feng Qing gritted her teeth with one hand, endured bursts of pain, and finally squeezed out two words from between her teeth: "...No." The moment she finished speaking, the headache suddenly disappeared, leaving only... an empty dead silence.

Hua Xiao was not surprised at all, and said quietly: "Then, my lord, you should go."

(End of this chapter)