The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 279
The weather is fine today.

The black carriage was driving steadily on the long street, and there were occasional hissing of horses.On both sides of the long street, the sound of hawking can be heard endlessly, and pedestrians are bustling with each other.

This bustling capital city of Jin Dynasty is really busy with a hundred things.

Ye Feiwan sat quietly in the carriage, leaning against the sedan chair quietly, wondering why Feng Qing had a gloomy face after getting into the carriage, and even sent the previous Baijing guards away to prevent him from following him.

It's just that his eyes occasionally fell on the back of her hand, and his expression was cloudy and uncertain.

Ye Feiwan was also happy and at ease. She was worried that she had nothing to say with Feng Qing, but now she was relieved.Turning her head, she looked at the busy people through the car curtain, her eyes softened a little.

Maybe she lived too turbulently in her previous life, maybe she never lived an ordinary life in the first half of her life, but now, she even started to envy the days when she was running around for a few coins every day.

"Stop the horse." A man's Qingli voice suddenly came from beside his ear.

Ye Feiwan came back to his senses and looked at Feng Qing, but the latter only pursed his thin lips tightly, looked at her as if he didn't look at her, got up and got out of the carriage.

Ye Feiwan didn't understand why, and Feng Qing didn't explain, so she had to wait in the carriage in the end, watching the children playing and running past.

My child... Ye Feiwan's smile faded a little.

Ever since Feng Qing knew she was infertile, she picked a child from the clan. It was too easy to be misunderstood, but... she didn't want her wild thoughts to be exchanged for his cold "self-indulgence", so... she just pretended to be a child. I don't know.

"My lord, you are back." Outside the carriage, the groom's voice came respectfully.

Ye Feiwan followed the sound and looked towards the car curtain.

The car curtain was slowly lifted, and a person wearing a moon white robe walked up to him, his slender figure was as polished as a polish, noble and gorgeous.

Ye Feiwan's eyes fell on his hands, and then her body froze.

The obviously honorable Feng Qing was holding a childish paper kite in his hand at this moment, sitting opposite her with thin lips tightly pressed.

"You...what do you mean?" Ye Feiwan heard his own voice was extremely difficult.

Feng Qing followed her gaze and looked at Zhiyuan who was lying aside: "Since you are with me today, I will not just do what I like."

In fact, Gao Feng specifically asked Shao Yao to find out what she likes.It wasn't until Gao Feng came to report that he didn't know that he didn't understand her so well.

Just these words, he will never say to her.

"What you like..." Ye Feiwan murmured in a low voice, and after a while, he lowered his eyes and smiled, very lightly, "You don't need to be like this, Feng Qing, I...don't like it much anymore."

In his previous life, he always said that these things were too naive, so what does he mean now?
Moreover, he doesn't like it at all, so why endure the disgust?
Feng Qing's face paled: "Don't dislike it!" He hated all the "dislikes" she said, just like...he hated her saying "I don't love you anymore" to him so firmly last night.

Ye Feiwan was startled by his words, raised her eyes to look at him, finally lowered her eyes, and pursed her lips again.

"What?" Seemingly aware of her silent resistance, Feng Qing opened his lips, "If I can accompany Fu Xian to release paper kites, this king will not be able to do it, right?"

"How do you know..." Ye Feiwan was about to ask back, but suddenly thought of something, it must be a secret guard again, thinking about it now, it seems that since she returned to Beijing, he never trusted her again, but he didn't want to say more "You can go wherever your lord wants to go."

Feng Qing's eyes froze for a moment, and finally she drooped her eyes and remained silent.

The carriage finally stopped at a wide flat field on the outskirts of the city, where we could faintly see lush forests, with occasional gusts of breeze blowing.

By the river not far away, there were still three or two people fishing quietly, and three or two children were running and laughing beside them.

wonderful.

Ye Feiwan squinted his eyes.

But something was stuffed in his hand, and he lowered his eyes, it was that paper kite.

She frowned: "What do you mean?"

Feng Qing's face was expressionless, but his eyes were slightly uncomfortable: "You go and let it go."

Ye Feiwan glanced at the kite, then at Feng Qing, and finally handed the kite out: "Since you bought this thing, let me leave it to you, I don't need..."

"Ye Feiwan!" Feng Qing interrupted her.

"..." Ye Feiwan was silent for a moment, "If you don't want to, then put it back." Turning around, he was about to put the kite back on the carriage.

The next moment, his hand was empty, and the paper kite had already been drawn out.

Ye Feiwan was slightly startled, seeing the slender figure walking forward holding the paper kite, her eyes felt inexplicably sore.

Today's Feng Qing is beautiful like a dream, if...

She snapped back to her senses, she was about to wake up after all.

After realizing it again, Feng Qing had already let go of the kite.

It was also at this time that Jingyuan Wang Fengqing, who was able to write a pen to calm the world and dance to ride a horse to determine the world, was actually not proficient in everything.

For example, his paper kite is precariously placed, almost falling down.

But he still insisted on letting it go, holding on to the thread in his hand, as if he was stubbornly holding on to something.

The breeze picked up suddenly, and the paper kite rolled over in mid-air, before finally falling down.

Ye Feiwan's heart moved slightly, and he finally stepped forward, grabbed the string and pulled it tightly, then let it go slowly and bit by bit, but after a while, the kite was flying steadily in the air.

The blue sky is facing the paper kite, like an ancient scroll.

Ye Feiwan half-closed her eyes, and the depression in her heart seemed to dissipate for a short time. She seemed to think of the carefree thoughts when she released the paper kite in the past, and she turned her eyes and raised her voice slightly: "I'm the one who releases paper kites..." Hand.

The last word came to an abrupt end.

Feng Qing didn't look at Zhiyuan, but looked at her, his eyes were deep and gentle, with a faint light coming from them, making people afraid to look at her.

Ye Feiwan was stunned.

The next moment, Feng Qing suddenly stretched out his hand, as if to caress her cheek.

It wasn't until a delicate and soft touch came from his cheek that Ye Feiwan came back to his senses and took a quick step back to avoid his touch.

Her eyes also drooped down, she couldn't see through him, and didn't want to see through.

The light in Feng Qing's eyes gradually went out until it was pitch black.

"I'm going back to the carriage first." Ye Feiwan said in a low voice, turned around, and walked in a hurry.

Feng Qing didn't move, still holding the thread in his hand, his eyes slowly fell on the kite.

Just now when she turned her head to talk to him, her eyes were bright and her smile was bright, as if...meet the domineering daughter of the Ye Mansion, so dazzling, so dazzling that...he wanted to touch it in person. That touch of "light".

But after a while, that Jingliang suddenly disappeared when he saw him.

Feng Qing's hand holding the thread tightened, and the veins on the back of his hand stood out.

Are you good at putting paper kites?
Then she knows that the kite is not free, and the kite is always tied.And this thread was always tightly held in his hands.

Feng Qing looked at the thread in his hand, he would seldom let go, and would never allow it.

(End of this chapter)