The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 303 Helping leisure?

The sky was gloomy, with dark clouds pressing down on the city.

The road back to Beijing is not far away, and the group walked quietly on the official road.

Feng Qing never got into the carriage, but drove the horse at the front, just like... he married that woman back then, but this time, the wedding sedan chair became a coffin.

On the market, countless people came and went in this direction with surprised eyes, but he never noticed it.

Feng Qing has always been very calm, his eyes were dead silent, as if he had no emotion at all, but his face was as pale as paper, as if he had lost his soul.

The journey along the way was not fast, and when it was time to return to the palace, the sky had already darkened, but the fire was brightly lit, reflecting a faint yellow light around.

Feng Qing didn't get off his horse, but walked towards the palace.

In the end, it stopped at the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Countless guards knelt on the ground and shouted "Long live the emperor", but only Feng Qing walked towards the coffin behind him without saying a word.

A guard had already stepped forward, as if they were about to lift the coffin off the carriage.

"I'll come in person." Feng Qing said in a deep, hoarse voice.He didn't want her to be alone.

The guard's eyes were full of fear: "Your Majesty?" But Feng Qing never looked at them, and finally they quickly glanced at Gao Feng beside him.

Gao Feng also seemed to be startled, and it took him a while to react. He sighed in his heart, and waved his hand vaguely, signaling the guards to leave.

The people around did not dare to vent their breath, they just watched Feng Qing walk to the front of the coffin.

Since ancient times, the coffin has always been an ominous thing, and they never dared to think that now...a noble person like His Majesty would personally carry it.

Watching the coffin being carried into the hall, until the crowd dispersed, a guard let out a soft breath, and looked at Gao Feng respectfully: "Director Gao, I don't know who it is, and let the emperor..."

"Bold." Gao Feng interrupted him before he finished speaking.

The guard hurriedly knelt down, his face pale.

Gao Feng paused, looked at the back in front of him for a long time, sighed, and opened his lips and said, "It's the queen."

The emperor said it himself, the queen.

The guard was shocked, knelt on the ground shaking like chaff, and didn't dare to say another word.

in the temple.

Feng Qing sat on the main seat, expressionless.

The palace people moved huge ice cubes into the house one after another, but after a while, a piercing cold burst out of the palace.

It wasn't until everyone dispersed and Fengqing was the only one in the huge palace that his eyes moved and fell on the red sandalwood coffin.

"Is it really you?" Feng Qing asked quietly.

Somewhere in her heart, she still stubbornly believed that she was still alive in some corner of the world, but... the hairpin wound on her abdomen, and the small mole behind her all matched so well.

He brought her back just because he was afraid... If it was really her, how could he let her be alone in the wilderness?
However, in a trance, he remembered that when Ye Feiwan attended the palace banquet with him, she said that she didn't like the palace because it was too depressing, and being in it seemed... hard to breathe.

"Now I hide you in this palace, do you blame me?" He asked in a low voice.

"..." But no one responded.

Feng Qing lowered her eyes and chuckled: "You will definitely blame me. You... have always been stingy. In the past, if I said a word to the woman next to me, you would get jealous."

In the next moment, his smile was slowly withdrawn, his eyes were blank, he got up and walked to the side of the coffin: "So, can you blame me again?" The voice was very soft.

Alive, blame him again, he will definitely not ignore her again, he will definitely... explain carefully, and he will definitely not make her sad again.

It's just... the only response to him was boundless silence.

Feng Qing was stunned, and stretched out his hand for a long time, gently stroking the coffin, frowning slightly, but when he turned around, he stretched out: "Now that I think about it, it seems... I haven't been with you like this for a long time." His voice was extremely gentle.

Whether it is past life or present life,

He seldom stayed with her, and he lost her.

"It seems that... I seldom talk to you so calmly," Feng Qingfu said again, but his straight back suddenly slumped, "Where are you now? Did you go to another world again, Still carry the memories of this life..."

"If that's the case, would you still wish to meet me? Can you still wish..." His voice stopped abruptly.

Ye Feiwan once said: Feng Qing, the thing I regret the most is meeting you.

He hurt her so much that he never even gave her promise and protection. What he gave her was just a hypocritical status. She...wouldn't want to meet him again.

"But..." Feng Qing frowned, pressing one hand firmly to her heart, as if she was in great pain, "Feiwan, how can you... have the heart..." How could you have the heart to leave him alone, how could you have the heart to be so ruthless Jumping off the tower, how could he have the heart...let him suffer the boundless loneliness again.

Above the high position, alone for a lifetime.

It's just that he opened his mouth for the next words, but he didn't say it after all.

Thinking about it carefully, this is actually the first time that he called her "Feiwan" so gently.

Obviously she always wanted him to call her like this in the past, saying "he is her husband-in-law, so he should call her like this", but now, when he really called her like this, she couldn't hear her.

After a long time, he covered his eyes with one hand, and leaned against the coffin slumped, his palms were wet.

At this moment, it seems that he is no longer an emperor, but... just an ordinary man.

Feng Qing has been in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Even if Gao Feng brought the meal, Feng Qing never saw it, and the power, status, and government affairs that he cared about in the past seemed to be put on hold like this.

One hall, one person, one coffin.

Feng Qing quietly accompanied her like this.

During this time, Gao Feng was worried, so he thought about it and had no choice but to invite Qu Yan.

Feng Qing opened the door of the palace. This was the first time Gao Feng had seen him in this period of time. He was... pale, thin and bony.

"Ah Qing..." Qu Yan's voice was as gentle as ever.

But Feng Qing only glanced at her, and then calmly said, "You guys quarreled with her."

After the words fell, the person turned around.

Qu Yan stepped forward, wanting to say something, but Gao Feng stopped him.

He heard that when the emperor turned around, he murmured: "She will be unhappy..."

Gao Feng knew who that "she" was.

After a few more days, Gao Feng risked his life and broke into the Hall of Mental Cultivation, knelt at the entrance of the hall, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, let her go to the ground for peace."

However, Feng Qing was only silent for a long while, his voice was hoarse, his face was pale, but his voice was extremely calm: "I will be safe in the ground? If she is safe, what about me?" At that moment, his expression was completely blank.

Gao Feng was stunned.

For seven days, Feng Qing kept himself bored in the Hall of Mental Cultivation for seven whole days.

Gao Feng also guarded the gate of the hall for seven days.

During this period of time, there were many criticisms in the court, but because of the death of the late emperor, there was no big disturbance.

That night.

A dark guard in night clothes quickly flew into the palace, and Gao Feng hurried forward.

The hidden guard knelt on the ground: "Director Gao, there is news..."

The dark guard finally retreated.

Gao Feng turned around and walked towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation, walking quickly.

"Your Majesty," he stood outside the hall, calling respectfully.

There was no sound from inside.

Gao Feng paused for a while, and said in a deep voice for a long time: "Report to the Emperor, there is news about Mr. Fuxian."

(End of this chapter)