The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 321 You won

Feng Qing stared blankly at the man and woman embracing each other—the two were dressed in wedding attire, the man was stunning, the woman was beautiful, they matched so well.

Only he, dressed in white, looked like an outsider.

But...Ye Feiwan clearly said in her previous life, she said that she liked his appearance in white clothes the most, he was prettier than all the men in this world.

She said it herself.

The soreness in his chest surged continuously, squeezing his heart, so sore that he almost bent down in pain, so painful that he...wanted to destroy everything in front of him.

But he held back.

"What's the matter with the emperor?" Fu Xian slowly let go of Ye Feiwan's hand, lowering his eyes to hide all emotions.

Feng Qing glanced at him, and then slowly fell on Ye Feiwan: "The time for a stick of incense has passed, your choice..."

Standing outside the hall, thinking of her being here with the man next to her, feels like torture.

He searched for two years, and he didn't want to wait any longer.

Ye Feiwan looked back at him and laughed at himself: "You won, Your Majesty."

After saying that, she got up, bypassed Feng Qing, and walked towards the courtyard. Her pace was not fast, but her back was thin and lonely.

Feng Qing was still frozen at the door, did he win?

But why, hearing her extremely unfamiliar title, and seeing her back that she was afraid to avoid, he felt...he had lost, a crushing defeat.

It's not that he lost to Fuxian, but... he lost to her.

Finally, Feng Qing turned around and left here.

Xia Shun's footsteps stopped, and behind her, Fu Xian's voice was extremely soft: "If you treat her badly, I will definitely not forgive you lightly."

……

Ye Feiwan walked towards the door of the mansion step by step, her mind was empty, her heart was also empty, but the inexplicable sadness and depression made it difficult for her to breathe.

"Princess..." From the side, Gao Feng called her in a low voice.

Ye Feiwan turned his eyes, his eyes were a little confused: "Are you calling me?"

Gao Feng froze: "You..."

"I'm not some princess," Ye Feiwan smiled, "From now on, just call me by my name."

Although she didn't know why, but she didn't like the title of "Princess", and when she heard it, her heart felt heavy, as if she was in shackles.

Gao Feng still stared at her blankly, silently daring not to say anything.

Ye Feiwan didn't say any more, and wanted to move forward, but was blocked by someone.

She raised her eyes and looked at the holy Feng Qing in white clothes in front of her. His shoulders were covered with a bit of late autumn sunshine, as if his whole body would glow, his brows were clear, and a gust of wind blew, blowing his white robes, and he seemed to be in a daze. If you are exiled to an immortal.

He was frowning at her.

"What?" Ye Feiwan asked back.

Feng Qing looked at the wedding dress on her body, which was extremely dazzling. He still remembered the last time she was wearing a wedding dress, she stood in front of him so fearlessly, and blocked the sword for him, but now, the wedding dress on her body It is to marry someone else.

"Go and change your clothes." He said in a hoarse voice.

Ye Feiwan was startled, looked down at the clothes on her body, and then smiled with her lips curled up: "Isn't it pretty?"

The makeup girl fiddled with the masterpiece for more than an hour.

"Ye Feiwan!" Feng Qing's voice suddenly trembled.

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled slightly. In his memory, it seemed that there were people who always called her "Ye Feiwan" one after the other, like ice.

very familiar.

"You don't need to change it anymore." Ye Feiwan looked at him, and slowly dropped her hand on the girdle around her waist, and then gently tore it apart. The wedding dress fell apart in an instant like fire, revealing the snow-white underclothes faintly.

Feng Qing's gaze suddenly became gloomy, looking at her faintly exposed underwear: "Ye Fei..."

Before he finished speaking, he stopped.

Ye Feiwan didn't stop, she had already taken off her wedding gown, and the fiery red gown fell to the ground. She was standing in the courtyard in her underwear, looking at him with a smile: "This is not what you want..."

The voice was interrupted by the black shadow in front of him.

Feng Qing's thin lips were tightly pursed, his face was pale, he quickly took off his white clothes, wrapped her thin body tightly in it, grabbed her, and walked quickly towards the carriage parked at the door, his steps flustered.

When he got to the carriage, he hugged the woman in his arms and sat in the carriage. He lowered the sedan chair curtain to block the eyes of everyone outside, but he never let go of the hand holding her.

This is... After the reunion, he hugged her for the first time like this.

Her body was so stiff in his arms, but his heart was filled with satisfaction.

"Has the emperor hugged you enough?" Ye Feiwan said in a calm voice, and then she withdrew from his arms, took off the white clothes on her body, and handed them to Feng Qing: "Give it back to you."

Feng Qing looked at the white robe in her hand, said nothing, let alone reached out to take it.

The carriage swayed with a "squeak" and began to move forward.

The car window on the side was slightly opened by the shaking just now, and Ye Feiwan turned his eyes to look.

At the entrance of the mansion, stood a red shadow, staring fixedly at this side, with wide sleeves fluttering in the late autumn wind, describing it as bleak.

Fu leisure.

Ye Feiwan stared blankly at the figure in a daze.This man who always gave her warmth when she was down, this man who was always hard-spoken and soft-hearted, she finally failed.

The next moment, the world suddenly turned around in front of his eyes, and his body sank.

Feng Qing pressed her directly under his body, breathing heavily, and each other's breaths were entangled, he looked down at her from above: "Are you so reluctant to part with him?" He whispered in an ambiguous voice.

Ye Feiwan's voice was calm: "He is almost my husband."

I am your husband.

Feng Qing almost blurted out, but finally stopped. He looked at her. In her previous life, she also looked at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Do you like others? But...you are my husband."

Now, she doesn't speak anymore.

"If the emperor has nothing to do, let go..." Ye Feiwan said.

In the middle of the conversation, someone interrupted: "Just now, what did you do?" Feng Qing still pressed on her, staring at her closely.

"What?" Ye Feiwan asked calmly.

"That stick of incense is inside the house." Feng Qing gritted his teeth every word.

"Didn't the emperor see it?" Ye Feiwan raised his eyebrows.

"Other than that?" Feng Qing looked into her eyes, "Or, what... have you guys done?"

"..." This time, Ye Feiwan fell silent.

Feng Qing stretched out his hand and climbed up to her face little by little: "Have you held hands?"

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he remained silent.

"Or... have you hugged each other before?" Feng Qing's thumb touched the corner of her bright red lips, and he leaned closer to her ear, his voice became more ambiguous, "He kissed you before?"

The carriage shook slightly.

Ye Feiwan looked at Feng Qing, and only curled his lips into a faint smile: "It's related to you?"

Feng Qing's body tightened, her fingertips were cold.

He looked at her indifferent smile at this moment, and suddenly thought of his previous life, at the palace banquet, she saw him whispering to Qu Yan, and asked him with a pale face what was his relationship with Qu Yan.

At that time, he only frowned at her and said, "It has something to do with you?"

It was exactly the same as her indifference at the moment.

(End of this chapter)