The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 258

The sky grew brighter and darker.

Ye Feiwan only felt like falling into ice, the memories of the past life and the present life were entangled, tormenting her thoughts over and over again.

She didn't want to stay in the palace, and she didn't want to face Feng Qing: "Since you are fine, I will leave first..."

"Ye Feiwan," Feng Qing interrupted her, hesitating for a long time before saying, "I want you to stay."

"..." Ye Feiwan fell silent, she stared at him, more and more unable to understand what he meant.

In the past... Feng Qing clearly didn't like her staying by his side.

In the previous life, when he was handling the memorials in the study, she always tried every means to stay by his side, wanting to "work at the desk with him, and add fragrance to the red sleeves" with him, and he always put the memorials down, with cold eyes Ru Shui looked at her: "Princess likes my study? Okay, then I'll go to the bedroom."

He didn't really want to leave, just because...the first person who bowed his head and left was always her.

Now, he wants her to stay?How weird.

"You can't keep me." Ye Feiwan said in a very soft voice.

Feng Qing swayed, and inexplicably felt that the skirt on the woman in front of him was blowing in the heavy wind, like a wisp of smoke that would disappear in an instant. He panicked and wanted to step forward, but what he got was Ye Feiwan quickly took half a step back.

He stared at her steps that were almost escaping from the scourge, and was stunned for a long time before he opened his mouth: "You should know that there are thousands of ways this king wants to keep you..."

"Are you going to use power to suppress people again?" Ye Feiwan asked back, with a mocking smile in his eyes.

"..." Feng Qing froze and remained silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "I am hurt because of you."

It's mean to use the excuse of "hurt", but...he couldn't find another way.

Ye Feiwan looked at him: "The one the assassin wants to assassinate is you."

"Then why did you rush forward regardless of safety and want to block this sword for me again?" Feng Qing's voice was tense, and his eyes were fixed on her.

"I already said that when we were in the carriage, it's just..."

"My lord, the medicine is ready." Before Ye Feiwan finished speaking, he was interrupted by the guard who came over, holding a bowl of steaming medicine in his hand.

Feng Qing glanced at the medicinal juice, then looked at Ye Feiwan again, her face was pale but her eyes suddenly resolute: "Give it to her."

The guard paused for a moment, then reacted quickly, walked up to Ye Feiwan with the medicine in hand, and said respectfully, "Princess."

Ye Feiwan didn't take it, just didn't move.

Feng Qing rolled his Adam's apple up and down, swallowing all the bitterness and bloody smell.She made sober soup for Fu Xian, but he... only wanted her to serve a bowl of concoction, she didn't even want to...

In the end, he looked at her and said word for word: "Fall."

"My lord?" The people around were all shocked.

"..." Ke Fengqing said nothing.

Only Ye Feiwan looked calm. She knew that Feng Qing was threatening, threatening with his body.

Although...she didn't know why he did this.

"Princess..." The guard brought the medicine bowl to her with eyes full of embarrassment.

Ye Feiwan remained motionless.

"How dare you disobey my king's words?" Feng Qing's voice was gloomy, probably because of the wound on his back, he coughed a few times.

The guard's face was pale with shock, and he was about to walk towards the flower pot beside him while holding the medicine bowl in trepidation for a long time.

Feng Qing kept looking at Ye Feiwan, looking at her calm eyes, the anger in her heart finally turned into desolation and uneasiness.She... really didn't care at all.

The guard had already walked to the flowerpot, glanced cautiously at this side again, and was about to pour the concoction down.

"Slow down." The woman's calm voice sounded.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Ye Feiwan stepped forward, took the medicine bowl from the guard's hand, and turned to look at Feng Qing: "Is your lord satisfied?"

Feng Qing froze, and the heart that was turbulent because she took the medicine bowl froze instantly. He stared at her deeply, then turned and walked into the inner bed.

Ye Feiwan tightly clenched the hand hanging by his side, and did not let go until Feng Qing returned to the room.

She knew better than anyone how calm she was, she still took the bowl of medicine.

"Princess, please." Gao Feng stepped forward, his voice very soft.

In the dormitory, the imperial physician had long since disappeared, only Yu Fengqing was sitting beside the bed. The luxurious inner bedroom and the large bed with railings were exquisite everywhere.

Ye Feiwan vaguely remembered that when he was first reborn, he was on this bed, and she gave him medicine, and spent a good night here together.

After that, he never slept on this bed again.

If... had been reborn earlier, would everything have been different?
She didn't know, fate was too unpredictable.

"Your medicine." Ye Feiwan put the medicine bowl on the wooden table next to the bed, with a dazed expression.

Feng Qing looked at her with a dazed expression, as if he had also thought about the things before getting married, his expression froze slightly.He still remembered that she was very enthusiastic that night.

His Adam's apple moved slightly, and he hurriedly lowered his eyes, looked at the medicine bowl, and then at the woman standing in the room, but she never said a word.

Very strange.

It was rarely like this between the two of them.

Feng Qing narrowed her eyes slightly, and it just occurred to her at this moment that she had always carefully searched for the conversation between the two of them in the past, but he never responded.

Now, she doesn't speak anymore...

"Ye Feiwan..." Feng Qing opened his lips, breaking the silence first and rarely, but before he could speak, he was interrupted.

"Hurry up and drink the medicine. I'm going back after I'm done."

Feng Qing's hand tightened slightly: "You still want to leave?"

"Can I fit here?" Ye Feiwan asked back.

"Why can't you..." Feng Qing retorted almost immediately, but suddenly stopped, he looked at her, and said wordlessly for a long time, "This is Prince Jingyuan's mansion, since you are married, this is your home! "

Family?
Hearing this word, Ye Feiwan felt extremely ironic. Back then, father left a letter to seal Qing to give her a home, but father didn't know that this huge palace was just a gorgeous cage.

Here, not home.

After all, she only hooked her lips and smiled lightly: "This is your home, Feng Qing, not mine."

Feng Qing's face turned pale. He still remembers that she once said with bright eyes that she wanted to "marry him" in the future, but now...

"What about the cold courtyard?" He asked suddenly.

Ye Feiwan's breathing was stagnant, she looked at him, and it took a long time to find her own voice, dry and hoarse: "...what?"

Why...why did he know about Leng Yard?He shouldn't have known.

Feng Qing stared at every change in her expression, panic, bewildered, worried...

As expected, she knew about Leng Yuan, and even...she had inextricably linked with Leng Yuan.

In the dream, the woman with a sick face lying on the bed in the cold courtyard was really her.She was so thin, her eyes were full of despair.

"I can let you go." Feng Qing's voice was low, rare and peaceful.

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly looked at him, seemingly suspicious.

"But I have one condition." Feng Qing continued, "Follow me to the cold courtyard."

(End of this chapter)