The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 257 Coincides with previous life
The carriage "squeaked" and moved forward.

Ye Feiwan sat quietly in the pitch-black carriage, only a small lantern on the roof was emitting a faint yellow light.

She finally got into the carriage because she knew better than anyone how stubborn Feng Qing was.

At this moment, he was leaning against the sedan chair wall, looking at her expressionlessly, his eyes facing the lantern beside him, making it impossible to see his emotions.

If it weren't for his pale face and cold sweat on his forehead, Ye Feiwan wouldn't have noticed that his back was injured at all.

"Your hand is burned..." Feng Qing's hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the narrow carriage.

Ye Feiwan paused for a moment, looked down at the back of his hand where the blisters had already burst, and said, "Yeah." The answer was very light, without any waves.

"...Is it because you made sober soup for Fu Xian?" Feng Qing said more and more difficultly.

Ye Feiwan raised her eyes when she heard the words, and looked at him, there seemed to be a mocking smile in her eyes, but it disappeared in an instant: "It's none of your business to make sober soup for anyone."

"Then why did you protect me just now?" Feng Qing retorted almost immediately, perhaps because of the wound on his back, he coughed lowly, and his face turned paler.

"..." Ye Feiwan froze for a moment, and she didn't know why she wanted to save him. It seemed that it was just her body's instinct, but...she knew that she couldn't be with him anymore, "Just do it for the sake of the world, if you If something goes wrong, Da Jin may not be peaceful, so you can rest assured that I will not pester you again in the future."

Stop pestering him?
Hearing this, Feng Qing felt a burst of chills in his heart, which was more unbearable than the back injury. He looked at her with eyes full of panic, and suddenly felt scared.

She... was actually able to say such decisive words in such a calm manner.

How could she let go so simply?
"Ye Feiwan," after a long time, Feng Qing finally opened his lips, and the cool wind rushed in from outside the car curtain, bringing a chill, "Are you so impatient to stay away?"

"……Yes."

"If that's the case, why did you drug me so many times back then? Why did you cry? Why...you said 'love me' again?"

Love?
Ye Feiwan was startled when she heard the words, for some reason, she always felt that this word was very far away from her.Now, she no longer has the thought and ability to love.

"Feng Qing, you also said that it was already at the beginning." Ye Feiwan looked at him, "Love for such illusory things has a time limit. For me, love is only four short years."

"Ye Feiwan!"

"Feng Qing, I have been chasing after you for more than two years, and married you for nearly two years. This so-called 'love' that tortured you and me is finally over. Can you and I get together and get separated? ?” Ye Feiwan said in a soft voice, “I’m very glad that I was married to the person I love, but now, I don’t want to torture myself anymore. I once said that in this in-law In the middle, I let you go, but in fact, I also let myself go."

She finally... reconciled with herself.

Not loving is not a fault, it is her who makes things difficult for others.

Feng Qing was silent for a long time, and finally opened his lips, his voice was hoarse: "I never thought about it, torture..."

"My lord, we're here." Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the high wind outside the carriage.

Ye Feiwan smiled, and stepped forward to help Feng Qing.

But Feng Qing looked at her hand and didn't move.

Presumably because she didn't want to be supported by her, Ye Feiwan turned around and opened the car curtain and walked out, jumping off the carriage.

Gao Feng was about to go forward to help, but saw that the car curtain was lifted again, and it was Feng Qing who walked down by himself. His eyes were fixed on Ye Feiwan who was under the carriage, and he walked towards her step by step.

There was silence all around.

Ye Feiwan looked at the figure walking towards him, Feng Qing walked extremely slowly, every step was like walking on the tip of a knife.

Just at a short distance between the two of them, Feng Qing's footsteps froze suddenly, and then...he fell down suddenly.

"My lord!" Gao Feng cried out in panic.

Ye Feiwan watched Gao Feng walking quickly towards the mansion with Feng Qing on his back, only now did he realize... Feng Qing's back was actually stained red with blood.

It's so dazzling.

It was also at this moment that Ye Feiwan realized that he...has been enduring.

……

Outside the bedroom.

The imperial doctor who had been waiting for a long time was helping Feng Qing to heal him in bed, and the maid was pouring out pots of blood; Gao Feng was talking to his subordinates at the door not far away, probably the trace of the assassin.

There were not many people in the courtyard, but candlesticks were lit everywhere, making it very bright.

Ye Feiwan stood quietly at the door of the bedroom with a dazed expression.

Inexplicably, he thought of his father. It was like this at the beginning. Countless world-renowned doctors were treating him in the house, but in the end, his father still left.

Dazed and bewildered, her thoughts rushed over and over again.

"Princess, are you okay?" Gao Feng's voice came from in front of him.

Ye Feiwan suddenly came back to his senses, and shook his head for a long time: "No problem."

"I ordered someone to help you to rest aside..."

"Need not."

"Your face is ugly..."

"No need." Ye Feiwan interrupted him, his voice a little impatient.

Gao Feng froze for a moment, finally stopped, shook his head and sighed, and didn't say anything more.

The sky was gradually turning pale, but it was a little gloomy, and the cool wind was blowing, bringing a bit of chill on people.

The door of the bedroom was finally opened, and an imperial doctor came out: "My lord's back was seriously injured by the sword, but fortunately, he didn't hurt his lungs. You can just rest for a month, and don't work too hard. It's just..." Speaking Here, what did the imperial doctor think of, "Today is the seventh day of May, and the prince may not be able to attend the palace banquet ten days later."

"Thank you, the imperial physician..." Gao Feng was talking to the imperial physician.

"What day is today?" Ye Feiwan said suddenly, his voice was colder than the sky at the moment.

Gao Feng was puzzled, but still responded: "The seventh day of the fifth lunar month."

The seventh day of May.

Ye Feiwan's face turned pale, this was her previous life... the day when she stabbed Feng Qing with a silver hairpin, it was the same at that time, Feng Qing was healed by the imperial physician in the dormitory, she knelt outside the room and only begged for peace.

Now... exactly the same.

It's just that the wound Feng Qing suffered in this life was not stabbed by her, it's just that she has already asked for the imperial decree in this life.

Thinking about it carefully, even if she was reborn, every major event that should have happened still happened.

For example, she married Feng Qing, for example, Feng Qing seized power, for example, the collapse of the Ye Mansion, for example... now Feng Qing is injured.

Ye Feiwan's hands suddenly trembled slightly, is fate really so powerful and indestructible?Even if they start all over again, they still correspond to the previous life one by one.

"Princess, are you okay?" Gao Feng stepped forward and asked worriedly.

Ye Feiwan raised his eyes in a trance, with panic in his eyes.

So... what about her death?Is it... equally immutable?
Heart trembling, Ye Feiwan turned around and wanted to leave.

"Where are you going?" Behind him, a hoarse but magnetic voice came, with a bit of sternness.

Ye Feiwan's steps froze.

"My lord, you can't move around in your current body!" The imperial doctor's voice was full of worry.

Ye Feiwan snapped back to his senses, staring blankly at the door.

A person wearing a snow-white undershirt, with a pale face but scarlet eyes, came out.

Feng Qing.

He looked at her, paused every word, and gritted his teeth: "Ye Feiwan, give up your heart, this king will never let you leave."

Just like in the previous life, after she stabbed him, she knelt in front of the door and only asked for a letter of reconciliation. It was also like this. Feng Qing walked out of the door despite everyone's obstruction, and he said to her: Ye Feiwan, you are dead Take it easy, this lord, I will never give you a divorce letter!
The same.

(End of this chapter)