The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 289 You Are Here, I Leave
The gate of Dali Temple opened slowly in front of my eyes.

Ye Feiwan looked at the vast sky outside the door, with occasional swan geese flying by, the sky was gloomy, and people felt anxious.

She was released.Just because of Feng Qing's words.

No one dared to continue the investigation, but everyone knew that the death of the emperor might have something to do with Princess Jingyuan.

And Feng Qing's maintenance only further confirmed this guess.

The gate of Dali Temple closed slowly behind him with a loud noise.Ye Feiwan squinted her eyes. She had only been in Dali Temple for more than [-] days, and she felt as if her days were like years.

Now that she saw the light, she was actually a little dazed.

Beside him, at some point followed a person, the familiar sandalwood and coldness.

Ye Feiwan didn't move at all.

Feng Qing looked at the woman with pale cheeks, lowered her eyes and said softly: "The mansion has already prepared clothes and warm water, you go back and wash up first..."

But before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted: "Where's the hairpin?" She asked very plainly, as if the silver hairpin was not necessary at all.

Feng Qing paused for a moment: "The hairpin has been taken as stolen goods and kept in prison."

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Ye Feiwan heard these two words, and it turned out that the most cherished item in her previous life had been reduced to stolen goods in this life.

"Well," she nodded, but her heart was unexpectedly calm. She spoke again, her voice was quiet and dead, "What is the truth?"

Feng Qing frowned slightly: "This incident has passed, and no one dares to mention it from now on. The truth is that you are now innocent."

"Really?" Ye Feiwan asked softly.

Feng Qing froze for a long time, and lowered his voice for a long time: "Go back to the palace first, the dignified Princess Jingyuan, now she is in such a mess, what is she like?"

Ye Feiwan listened to Feng Qing's words, a smile suddenly appeared on her silent face, she turned to look at Feng Qing: "Feng Qing, Ye Feiwan is such a miserable person, you shouldn't have Do you understand?"

Feng Qing's face turned pale, and his expression became gloomy.

Ye Feiwan still squinted her eyes and smiled, unmoved: "However, I think I lost the prince's person, so I will not go with the prince, so as not to be cast aside by others."

After saying that, she got up and was about to walk forward alone, her back was lonely, and the cool wind in late autumn made her skirt rustle, as if she was about to fly away in an instant.

Feng Qing frowned, looking at the woman's back, her heart suddenly felt sour, but she was annoyed that she left without looking back, so she walked up suddenly and grabbed her wrist: "Ye Feiwan..."

The words stopped abruptly.

Ye Feiwan's body was on the verge of falling, the moment he grabbed her, her body swayed, her eyes were closed tightly, and she had already lost consciousness.

Feng Qing instantly reached out to hold her in his arms, but paused when he touched her waist.

He still remembered that she used to be like a savage little wild cat, with an exquisite and charming figure, when...she was so thin?His hands can even touch the ribs.

Even... her face was extremely ugly, not weak and pale, but... as pale as dead ashes.

"Ye Feiwan..." He murmured softly, calling her name softly, but she kept her eyes closed, and even fainted, her brows were slightly frowned, as if... nothing could make her She showed off.

Feeling panicked, Feng Qing quickly reached out and hugged the woman in front of him, striding towards the carriage, her voice added panic and haste, and the ending trembled slightly: "Let the imperial physician guard the palace, go back to the palace!"

The carriage galloped along the official road until it reached the gate of Prince Jingyuan's mansion.

On this day, everyone saw that the prince, who had always been calm and calm, was holding the woman in his arms with a pale face and chaotic footsteps running towards the main house.

After a stick of incense.

The imperial physician carefully put away the golden thread for pulse diagnosis, lowered the slightly raised curtain, and walked out with a bow.

"My lord, my concubine hasn't eaten for a long time, and the fainting is also caused by her weak body, and she has been depressed for a long time, so she hasn't woken up for a long time." Speaking of this, the imperial doctor paused, "The body is easy to heal, but the heart is hard to cure."

Feng Qing's fingers trembled slightly, feeling unhappy for a long time...

How long has the depression accumulated in her heart?She... never mentioned it to him.

"How long will it take to wake up?" He opened his lips and asked, his voice hoarse.

The imperial physician thought for a moment: "About three or four hours."

"Well," Feng Qing said in a deep voice, waving her hands, "Go and prescribe the medicine."

"Yes." The imperial physician hastily retreated.

Feng Qing sat at the tea table in the main room for a long time before slowly getting up and walking towards the bed.

The first time he and Ye Feiwan were on this bed, at that time, she boldly drugged him, and here, she became his woman.

Now... It was actually the second time, he was standing by the side, looking at her lying on this bed.

It's just that last time, her eyebrows were still as beautiful as a flower, but now... it seems like she is about to wither.

Lifting the curtain, Feng Qing sat on the side of the bed and said in a low voice for a long time, "Are you so unhappy in the palace?"

However, no one responded.

Feng Qing squinted her eyes, stared at her for a long time, and suddenly felt a little tired. He looked at her at this moment little by little, and felt more and more familiar.

It's like... the familiarity of past and present lives engraved into the bone marrow.

Stretching out his hand, he brushed aside the broken hair on her cheek: "What on earth did you... deceive me?"

Ye Feiwan had a dream, and the dream was pitch black.

Feng Qing appeared in the darkness like a ray of light, and then he walked towards her, reaching out his hand so gently, stroking her eyebrows and eyes, and even his voice was extremely gentle: "Ye Feiwan..." He Calling her, "You wait for this king..."

But Ye Feiwan only backed away desperately, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes unconsciously.

Gently brushing away her tears with one hand.

Ye Feiwan opened her eyes suddenly, with a strange but familiar curtain over her head, and a faint sandalwood fragrance floating in the air. On her cheek, there seemed to be a hand frozen at the end of her eyes.

She turned her eyes slowly, and was looking at Shang Fengqing with a look of astonishment.

With a slightly cold expression, Ye Feiwan ducked aside, avoiding his touch.

Feng Qing's expression darkened, and when she was sober, she would only avoid his approach, always like a snake and a scorpion: "Am I so scary?" His voice was hoarse.

Ye Feiwan didn't respond, just turned his head and looked around, got up and went to bed.

"What are you doing?" Feng Qing stopped her.

"If I can only be trapped in the palace," Ye Feiwan said, "The prince is here, I'll go elsewhere."

Feng Qing was stunned, looking at her alienated expression, as if... there was a wall around her invisibly, and within that wall, she was the only one, and everything was isolated from it.

"Ye Feiwan..."

Ye Feiwan still didn't say a word, she got up and was about to leave, but her body was weak, and she shook when she got up.

Feng Qing's eyes changed slightly, and his face suddenly became gloomy, as if he was disgusted with himself, he flicked his wide sleeves, turned around and walked out quickly.

(End of this chapter)