The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 300 Past Life Present Life
The wind is getting stronger.

Above the city tower, there was a dead silence.

Feng Qing stood stiffly in place, staring straight at the crenel of the city wall, motionless.If it wasn't for the hunting wind blowing his dragon robe in a mess, he would be like a dead tree, lifeless.

That woman jumped down from there, without any hesitation, so clean and neat, as if... She didn't take him to heart at all.

The heart that had been stabbing was not hurting at this moment, it was just empty, and I couldn't feel anything.

It turns out...in order to leave him, would she rather die?
She... was so ruthless.

His footsteps were like roots, and he didn't dare to take a step forward. Only in this way could he convince himself that she was still alive.

but!

Feng Qing's fingers trembled, and the top was stained with sticky red blood. This was Ye Feiwan's blood. It was already completely cold at this moment, and it was no longer warm.

The body suddenly became hot, as if it was about to explode, and a person seemed to rush out of his body.

That person was crazy, paranoid, angry and desperate, but this time, Feng Qing felt so clearly that that person... was also him.

"Your Majesty!" Many soldiers rushed forward, stood in front of him, and knelt down.

Feng Qing remained motionless.

"Ah Qing..." But at this moment, a female voice passed through the soldiers and walked towards him. She was still so gentle, and her voice was full of worry.

But Feng Qing seemed to have never heard of it, this kindness seemed to be no longer in his heart.He just looked at the crenel, trying to tell himself that everything was just an illusion.

That woman, who blocked a sword for him and survived, almost fell off a cliff and survived, wanted to go to Yanyang, but was so stupid that she went to Yancheng, and finally came back, how could it... just disappear.

Her life is tight, and she will definitely come back.

must……

But why, why is my heart so empty and dark.

"Ah Qing, don't be silent," Qu Yan came forward, her hair was disheveled by the wind, her little face was pale, she still said, "Talk to me, Ah Qing, you are so annoying worry..."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand, as if to cover the back of the man's hand.

Feng Qing avoided her touch almost instantly, as if her body was used to it.

Qu Yan's hands froze in the air, and his voice murmured: "Ah Qing..."

"..." Feng Qing fell silent, the moment Qu Yan touched him just now, all he thought of was... Ye Feiwan was not happy.

Ye Feiwan didn't like him touching other women, especially Qu Yan.

"It's nothing." His thin lips parted lightly, his voice was calm and without a trace of ripples, but... people were terrified to hear it, just because the voice was so lifeless.

Qu Yan stood there in a daze, not daring to say any more, only his eyes were full of disbelief and darkness.Feng Qing in front of him seemed to have lost his soul.

Is it because of Ye Feiwan?
"Cough, cough, cough..." Feng Qing coughed suddenly, with a piercing voice, and her noble and straight waist bent down after coughing, as if she had been ten years old.

"Ah Qing!" Someone called him.

Feng Qing didn't say a word, he raised his foot and wanted to walk towards the crenel.

But just as he took the first step, he suddenly covered his heart and breathed heavily, beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, his face was suddenly pale as paper, as if he was undergoing great torture.

"Emperor?" Someone exclaimed.

But Feng Qing couldn't hear all of them, his brain was in severe pain, and his heart was also in severe pain, so painful that he couldn't breathe.

In his mind, thousands of memories crowded his thoughts.

"Feng Qing, from now on, I will be your wife!" On the wedding night in the bridal chamber, the woman who had taken off her handkerchief by herself looked at him shyly and charmingly, her voice was clear and sweet.Instead of the bridal night in this life, she coldly separated the relationship between the two.

But at that time, he left her alone in the bedroom.

"Feng Qing, for your birthday, I personally cooked and made longevity noodles for you!" The woman's eyes were bright and clear, and she looked at him intently.Instead of this life, she avoided talking about his birthday.

But at that time, he didn't even look at the bowl of longevity noodles.

"Feng Qing, our child must be good-looking. If it's a boy, it'll be like you, if it's a girl, it'll be like me..." The woman lay down in his study to accompany him, her voice thoughtful.Rather than in this life, she had taken child-avoiding medicine for the rare few times they shared the same bed.

But at that time, he rarely touched her.

"Feng Qing, why do I feel that you and I are not like a husband and wife, but like strangers..." The woman looked at him with distressed eyes.

It's not like a husband and wife, just because he never really regarded her as his wife.

"Feng Qing, I will definitely let Daddy help you, don't worry!"

"Feng Qing, the palace is so deserted. I went to the street today and bought a lot of lanterns. Do they look good?"

"Feng Qing, do you... like Concubine Qu?"

"Feng Qing, do you love me?"

"Feng Qing, let's have a baby."

"Feng Qing, Qu Yan is so good, good enough for you to find someone who is similar to her and take her back to the mansion?"

"Feng Qing, abolish me or kill me."

So many voices, so many memories flooded into his mind in an instant, disturbing his mind.

until the end...

"Feng Qing—" A woman's voice called out his name tenderly.

He turned around, and in the woman's hand, the familiar silver hairpin pierced his lungs, but it was reluctantly shifted a little.

Just like just now, the determined woman grabbed his hand and pierced the silver hairpin into her own lungs.

She said, "I don't owe you any more."

In the past, she left alone in a cold courtyard in a dead winter.

In this life, she is still alone, alone...jumping off the tower.

Those memories... those memories...

Feng Qing's hands trembled violently, the past, the past.

It turned out that Ye Fei had experienced it a long time ago. It turned out that... she had known about those past events for a long time.

That's why she draws the line so coldly in this life, that's why she always loves to go to that cold courtyard, that's why she... escapes again and again, so she said, "Stay in the capital, I will die."

It turns out...she once loved him so naively and sincerely, and she held a heart and sent it to him devoutly. He never cherished it, and even trampled on it.

It turned out that in my memory, the person standing in front of the grave with such despair from his back was him.And the one buried under that tomb is Ye Feiwan.

It turns out...the former Ye Feiwan was so beautiful.

The man's eye sockets were suddenly stained with scarlet, and he was still expressionless, but a tear fell from the corner of his eye, silently, forbearance and despair.

"Feng Qing—" Someone seemed to be calling him on the crenel in front of him, with a joyful and familiar voice.

Feng Qing suddenly looked up at the crenel, but there was no one there.

There was panic in his eyes, how could the person who was standing in front of him just now disappear suddenly...

He was walking towards the crenel, but at the next moment, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he lost consciousness.

Surrounded by the screams of mountains and tsunami: "Your Majesty!"

(End of this chapter)