The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 33

Two days later, the sky is getting late and it will be night.

Ye Feiwan dismissed Shao Yao and sat quietly in front of the dressing table alone.

The woman in the bronze mirror was no longer pale, and her cheeks were still slightly rosy. As the doctor said, her injuries were recovering very well, and within a few days she would be no different from ordinary people.

She stretched out her hand, and slowly took the pearl hairpin on the side. The tip of the pearl hairpin was very sharp. She reached out to caress it, and slowly put it on the candle beside it to roast.

Waiting for Zhuchai to turn hot, she just took off her clothes to her shoulders and looked at the wound that had obviously scabbed over.

She must be crazy.

Ye Feiwan thought quietly.

However, she would rather go crazy than repeat the mistakes of her previous life.

He took the pearl hairpin, compared the position of the wound, took a deep breath, and suddenly exerted force on his hand, the pearl hairpin pierced through the scab, causing a sharp pain.

Ye Feiwan couldn't help snorting, the wound was still not healed, and now she was stabbed like this again, her shoulder hurt even more, her brows were furrowed, she reached out to put the pearl hairpin into the jewelry box.

Unexpectedly, there was a stabbing pain when I exerted force on my shoulder, and the jewelry box fell from my hand to the table, making a muffled sound.

"Miss, what's the matter with you?" Shao Yao's voice came from outside the door immediately, with a hint of worry, followed by footsteps.

"It's okay..." Ye Feiwan was about to respond.

However, Shao Yao had already opened the door and walked in. She caught a glimpse of the jewelry on her table spilled all over the table, and was stunned for a moment: "Miss, what are you doing..." But her eyes froze when she saw Ye Feiwan's shoulder, and her voice became louder A few minutes later, "Your wound is bleeding again, miss, I'll call the doctor over..."

After speaking, he ran out the door again.

Ye Feiwan looked at Shao Yao's fiery figure and shook her head helplessly, probably because of her intentional or unintentional connivance, Shao Yao's temperament became more straightforward.

The doctor came very quickly, carrying the medicine box on his back and being half-armed and half-dragged by Shao Yao to walk this way.

When he saw Ye Feiwan was covered by silk, only the wound on his shoulder was exposed, the doctor was also taken aback: "Princess, this wound..."

Ye Feiwan lowered her eyes inadvertently: "When I raised my hand to take the jewelry just now, I accidentally touched the wound, and suddenly there was a sharp pain..."

The doctor stroked his beard and nodded: "The concubine's injuries have not fully recovered, it's better to rest and recuperate..." He said some ways to maintain health, prescribed some medicines, and then left.

It was not Ye Feiwan's original intention to invite a doctor, and after watching Shao Yao send the doctor away, she finally got down to business: "Shao Yao, my wound still hurts a bit, it's very similar to the night when I had a fever, you can rest on the couch outside tonight... I'm worried about being unwell again..."

The night of fever was the third day after she was stabbed. She had a high fever and her whole body was burning hot, and her consciousness was a little blurred. The anxious Shao Yao wished she could hold a basin of ice water to rub her forehead day and night.

Shao Yao also remembered that day, and nodded with lingering fear: "Okay..." When she said this, she thought of something, "Miss, isn't the prince coming to stay overnight?"

"How can I keep him with my body?" Ye Feiwan raised her eyes, this was also her goal today.

"Then over there..." Shao Yao was still a little worried.

"Go and talk to him," Ye Feiwan paused, "Don't say that it's inconvenient for me to welcome him because of my wound recurrence, just say 'I'm not feeling well, the prince has always cared about me, please ask him to visit me.'"

"Didn't you just say that it is inconvenient to keep the prince?" Shao Yao was puzzled.

"According to what I told you." Ye Feiwan instructed.

She knew Feng Qing well, and if she said that "it is inconvenient to welcome him when the wound recurs", he would definitely think it was her playing tricks, and instead would come to expose her tricks himself.

But if he said "I want him to visit her who is unwell", he would definitely not care about her, how could he come to visit her?

Sure enough, after about a stick of incense, Shao Yao came back, and Gao Feng and a few servants behind her came with her, and they were holding red brocade boxes in their hands, looking respectful.

Shao Yao stood beside her aggrieved, and because there were outsiders around, she could only bless her body: "Miss, the prince said that he still has something to do, so he won't come to visit tonight."

Ye Fei had expected this result a long time ago, and was never surprised, but was just curious about what Gao Feng and those servants were going to do here.

"See Wangfei," Gao Feng clasped his fists, turned his head and nodded to the servants, who quickly stepped forward and put the brocade boxes in their hands on the table in front of Ye Feiwan.

"The prince was very concerned when he heard that the princess was unwell, so he ordered his subordinates to go to the warehouse to bring ginseng and deer antler, a great tonic, to the princess."

Ye Feiwan took a look at the brocade boxes on the table, they were indeed great supplements, but Feng Qing cared about her?She didn't believe this, not to mention the present, even in the previous life.

"Thank you lord for me," Ye Feiwan forced a smile, his face turned pale.

This paleness was not an act of hypocrisy. The wound on her shoulder had been in pain for more than an hour.

Gao Feng has always known people sharply, and when he saw this, he knew that she was uncomfortable, and after bowing his hands and saluting, he turned and left.

Front yard, inside the study.

Feng Qing narrowed her eyes and looked at the silk handkerchief in her hand. The plain silk handkerchief was clean and tight, except for a delicate magnolia flower embroidered on the lower right corner.

Although the stitching is a little immature, it can be seen that people have put their minds to it.

He heard that Nan Mo, a student of the Ye family, loves Magnolia the most.

Very good, the concubine of King Jingyuan embroidered silk handkerchiefs for other men, it was really eye-catching.

Feng Qing snorted coldly, that's right, he only brought the silk handkerchief here out of face, if others knew that she embroidered for other men, where would he put his face?
It's not because of... the faint and insignificant anger in my heart.

"My lord." Gao Feng's voice came from outside the door.

Feng Qing's eyes froze, and then there was no more emotion. His eyes were as deep as the sea, and he put the silk handkerchief on his cuffs. He raised his head and responded softly, "Come in."

Gao Feng pushed the door open and entered with respectful eyes.

"How?" Feng Qing asked casually.

He had seen Ye Feiwan a few days ago, although she still had difficulty moving, she looked very good, and her injuries were recovering very well. Today, she said that she was unwell and her wounds had recurred. He also said that he always cared about her and asked him to visit her in the backyard. some?
It's not because of that woman's scheming!
"This..." Gao Feng hesitated for a moment, and finally told the truth, "Just now, I saw that the princess's face was pale, as if... she was in a state of extreme discomfort, maybe... Miss Shaoyao was right..."

Especially just now, the princess only moved slightly, and a few drops of cold sweat appeared on her forehead. Although her appearance can be faked, her body's instincts cannot be faked.

"You mean, she really had a relapse?" Feng Qing squinted her eyes, hiding the flash of surprise in her eyes.

"……Yes."

Feng Qing clenched his hands, and his fingertips touched the corner of the silk handkerchief that he hadn't had time to hide in his cuffs, and he was slightly startled.

Gao Feng has been by Feng Qing's side for more than ten years, so he naturally understands what he means at this moment: "Your lord is going to the backyard?"

Feng Qing's expression changed, and his loose body suddenly tensed up. He leaned against the back of the chair, and said in a low voice, "Don't go!"

(End of this chapter)