The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 299
Today's sky is gray.

The wind was so strong that it was hard to keep your eyes open.

Above the city wall, there seemed to be a dead silence.

Feng Qing was still embracing the woman in his arms in a daze, the expensive dragon robe on his body was messed up by the strong wind, and the crown and belt fluttered in front of him, as if he had lost his soul.

He never knew that Ye Feiwan was so thin, so thin... When she slipped into his arms, he could easily wrap her around; he also never knew that Ye Feiwan's body was so attractive , so tempting that I hugged her, and I didn't want to let go.

However, Ben's hand holding her suddenly began to tremble slightly.

Feng Qing lowered her head slowly, her hand was still clutching the back of his hand, her palm was cold and soft, but she no longer had the strength she had just now.

The tip of the hairpin in his hand pierced her chest and abdomen.

A bit of red blood seeped out from her plain robe, and then became faster and faster, that dazzling red.

And she was looking at him, her face was pale and bloodless, but even at this time, her expression was calm, as if she didn't know the pain.

And the one who hurts is him.

At the heart, it felt as if someone was holding it tightly, but the next moment, it seemed that someone was holding a sword, stabbing the flesh of the heart again and again.

It hurts.

Feng Qing opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

"Feng Qing," Ye Feiwan said in a very soft voice, so inconspicuous on the city wall full of wind, "We don't owe each other any more."

The two do not owe each other.

Listening to her words, Feng Qing's hands trembled violently: "How can...how can..." But after speaking, it was like a desperate murmur.

How could she treat him like this, grab his hand and stab her.

How could she... be so cruel.

Stretching out his hand, pressing firmly on her chest and abdomen wound, he looked at her: "Ye Feiwan, you planned it from the beginning!"

From the very beginning, when she saw how calm he was, she had planned to just leave.

Ye Feiwan just curled his lips into a smile and didn't respond.

"You did it on purpose." Feng Qing was still whispering, the hand pressing her wound trembled slightly, "You can't do this to me, Ye Feiwan..."

He gave up everything and came to her, not because she owed her nothing, and what he wanted was not that she would rather die than leave.

"Go to the imperial doctor..." Feng Qing leaned over suddenly as if he had come to a sudden reaction, and was about to pick up the woman.

"No need..." Ye Feiwan said in a low voice, she reached out her hand to stop him, "Just let me go, Feng Qing."

"Don't talk," Feng Qing interrupted her, "You will be fine, and this king will not allow you to have anything. You and I have never owed each other. I will take you to find..."

"Feng Qing." Ye Feiwan interrupted him, lowered his head for a long time, looked at the silver hairpin piercing his chest, and stretched out his hand to release Feng Qing.

Feng Qing's hand was still frozen in the air, she pushed him away.

She never wanted to be near him again.

Ye Feiwan only took half a step back slowly, leaning against the icy city wall behind him, outside the city wall was the cold wind.

Her hair was blown more and more messy.

The silver hairpin didn't pierce deeply, but the warm blood stained the plain clothes in front of him, which looked a bit scary.

However, some pain.

Ye Feiwan narrowed her eyes: "So, you felt this way at the beginning..." She looked at the handsome man in front of her, and for a moment, she gradually couldn't tell whether it was the past life or the present life.

In her previous life, she died alone in the cold courtyard without seeing him.

In this life, her "death" was actually planned by her alone.

She knew that only when she really disappeared in front of Feng Qing, would he believe that she had really left.It's not... even if she doesn't love her, she will be trapped by her side.

But, Ye Feiwan blinked her sour eyes, she looked at him with dazed eyes, she didn't know if she was asking about the past life or the present life: "Feng Qing, have you ever loved me?"

"..." Feng Qing's face turned pale, and the words were difficult, as if they were squeezed out from between the teeth, "From now on, only you, now follow me to see the imperial doctor, okay..." After speaking, there was a hint of pleading in her voice .

Ye Feiwan listened to his answer, her pale cheeks still showed a slight smile, she shook her head: "Feng Qing, I don't want your future." Her voice was very soft, "You just need to tell me that you loved me ..."

Her voice stopped abruptly.

There was a commotion under the city wall, and the next moment, a group of soldiers and horses came, the leader flew off his horse, and everyone knelt under the city wall, shouting: "Welcome the Holy One to return to the palace."

The momentum is mighty and the sound is deafening.

Among the soldiers and horses, there was a carriage, and a woman in pink came out, her face was pale, her eyebrows were picturesque, and there was a hint of beauty, I felt pity for it.

Standing under the city wall, she called out, "Ah Qing—"

Feng Qing froze.

Seeing Feng Qing's reaction, Ye Feiwan squinted her eyes, and suddenly smiled lightly, all the seriousness she had when she stubbornly asked "Have you ever loved me?" disappeared.

Qu smoke.

Even though there was a lot of distance, she recognized at a glance that the woman was Qu Yan.

Hearing her smile, Feng Qing immediately looked towards her, as if afraid of her misunderstanding: "I don't know Yan...she will come..."

Ye Feiwan paused, what he just blurted out should be "Yanyan".

The cold Ye Feiwan, but the gentle "Yanyan."

The difference is painfully large.

However, everything doesn't matter anymore.Ye Feiwan was standing with her back to the outer crenel of the city wall, and the wind was blowing, making her long hair messy.

"Ye Feiwan..." Feng Qing murmured.

Ye Feiwan raised her eyes: "So, you still won't let me go?"

"..." Feng Qing remained silent.

Ye Feiwan smiled: "I see." The crenel was only up to her waist, she leaned back more and more, and said in a flat voice, "I'm leaving."

Her voice was very calm, as if it was just an ordinary afternoon, and she went to the market for a stroll.

However, at the next moment, she turned around suddenly, and before everyone could react, she raised her foot and jumped onto the crenel, and jumped down from the city wall.

Su Yi's wide sleeves fluttered in the wind, and at that moment, it seemed like flying feathers into immortals.

Feng Qing was stunned, and after a while, a heart-piercing voice came: "Ye Feiwan—" every word was like weeping blood.

……

Under the city wall, everyone was silent.

Fu Xian stared at that scene with scarlet eyes.

Ever since Ye Feiwan leaned against Feng Qing's arms, something was wrong with him.

But he knew that that woman was so stubborn that if she pretended to be one person in her heart, she couldn't pretend to be another person.

Therefore, she always had no choice but to evade and reject him.

However, she unexpectedly...jumped down from the city wall.

Heartbroken.

"Cough..." With a shock in his heart, Fu Xian suddenly covered his lips and coughed violently, until he coughed...the corners of his eyes became moist.

In an instant, the cuff sank.

He was stunned for a long time, before he slowly poked into his sleeve, there was a letter.

The handwriting on the letter is beautiful and familiar:
"Fu Xian, I'm sorry. I owe you a lot. If necessary, I will sell the Ye Mansion to make repayment. The land lease is in Wanyong Bank.

If I leave, don't blame yourself, this is my fate.

If I am lucky enough to survive, please send me to Qingshan Temple.

Ye Fei stayed late. "

(End of this chapter)