The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 334 I don't want to remember

The Jiuhua Hall is only behind the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and it is also the hall closest to the former dynasty in the harem.

Everywhere is full of prosperity, the vegetation on both sides is exquisitely trimmed, and the lanterns hanging high at the door add a bit of warmth to the night.

Ye Feiwan looked at Eunuch Li who was walking ahead with his whisk, and said softly, "Thank you Eunuch Li."

Eunuch Li shook his hand, turned back and bowed quickly, "Miss Ye, you are polite." Although none of them knew Miss Ye's identity, but even the emperor indulged her to the extreme, even suppressing the fire by themselves, so naturally they dared not neglect.

The door of the hall opened slowly, the furnishings inside were not comparable to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, but it was already very prosperous.There were already three or two palace people waiting there, and they all knelt down when they saw the coming: "Miss Ye."

Ye Feiwan paused: "You don't need to kneel to me, in terms of status, I'm no nobler than you..."

But no one listened, they still knelt on the ground, and only slowly got up after she said "flat body".

The night is getting darker.

Ye Feiwan slept alone on the bed, the curtains fluttering gently.

Obviously the bed here is still big and comfortable, but she is inexplicably restless.

Qu Yan and Feng Qing tormented her dreams one after another, causing her to toss and turn, and she did not sleep soundly until dawn, when she fell into a deep sleep.

But even in the dream, there was a hoarse voice calling: "Wait for me, Ye Feiwan, I will definitely find you."

She opened her eyes suddenly, her head burst into cold sweat.

The sky is already bright.

Ye Feiwan lived in the Jiuhua Palace. Except for the palace people who would go out to get some meals on weekdays, she seldom went out of the palace gate. Most of the time, she just sat in the room and looked at the square world framed by the palace wall. .

The palace is obviously very big, but the world framed is so small.

"Girl, I heard from them that the emperor has not returned to the Hall of Mental Cultivation these days." The little maid stood behind Ye Feiwan, combing her long hair while whispering.

The little maid's name is Suyun, and she was not transferred from the Palace of Mental Cultivation.In fact, who is serving in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the emperor's place, who would willingly degenerate to the deserted palace in the harem?

Suyun was punished by the nurse in charge to kneel at the door of the imperial dining room. She looked pitiful and brought her back, and kept it with her all the time.

"Yeah." Ye Feiwan half-closed his eyes and responded lightly, "Suyun, have you ever thought about leaving the palace?"

Su Yun's face turned pale: "I don't dare to think about it," she forced a smile, "If you are lucky enough to live to the 25th to be eligible to leave the palace, then you will be an old lady, I'm afraid it's just... If you can find a poor man to spend the rest of your life, why not stay in the palace..."

Ye Feiwan smiled.

"Miss, do you want to leave the palace?" Suyun asked hesitantly.

Ye Feiwan raised his eyes and glanced out the window.

She is a tired bird, she yearns to return to her nest, but... the palace is too big and luxurious, like a golden cage, this is not her nest.

Feng Qing, as an emperor, it is impossible to have only one wife in this life, and...he has someone in his heart, and he will not be her destination.

In the end, she lowered her eyes and smiled softly, as if sighing.

……

study.

The living man and the servant stood in front of the table, their faces were pale, their heads were lowered, and they dared not look directly at Longyan in front of them.

Feng Qing held the daily record in his hand, on which was recorded every move in the entire palace.He looked at it quietly, expressionless.

From the time the woman moved to Jiuhua Palace to her daily daily life, the records are very clear.

She was very calm, even... After staying away from the Hall of Mental Cultivation and him, she became more relaxed, even though she laughed more than before.

It was as if his existence was the chief culprit of fettering her.

He was annoyed that she showed obvious joy, and hated how she could easily leave his side, but when he saw the words "very happy" written on it, his heart moved.

It seemed that he hadn't seen her happy for a long time.

However, Feng Qing's expression finally froze when he turned to the last page.

She asked the maid beside her, do you want to leave the palace?

But in reality, it was she who wanted to leave the palace, she didn't like to stay in the palace, but by his side.He knew better than anyone else that if it wasn't for his threat, she would never return to the capital with him and come to the palace.

Maybe at this moment...she has already become someone else's wife!
With a "snap", Feng Qing forcefully threw the diary on the table, thinking of that scene, his face turned livid.

"The emperor forgives the crime." The servant and the living man knelt on the ground.

Feng Qing remained silent, her thin lips pursed tightly.

Because of his forceful fall just now, the daily life record turned a few pages forward, and it landed on the page of the book in the Hall of Mental Cultivation a few days ago.

Feng Qing raised her eyebrows and brought it over.

The above clearly recorded Qu Yan's words when he came, was she the one who asked Ye Feiwan to move out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation?She said that there are no female relatives in the Hall of Mental Cultivation?
A burst of anger and joy suddenly rose in Feng Qing's heart.

The anger towards Qu Yan, towards... It wasn't Ye Feiwan's secret joy that he moved out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation because he insisted on going his own way and wanting to stay away from him.

Turning his eyes, the living man and the servant were still kneeling on the ground, and he said slowly: "Get up, go down." After saying that, he even handed the living record to the living man himself, his voice was a little softer than before.

The living man took it flattered, thanked him again and again before leaving.

Feng Qing breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the lanai window, pushed it open, the Hall of Mental Cultivation was dark, and no one was waiting for him with lights on.

He pursed his thin lips tightly, turned and left for a long time.

……

Ye Feiwan slept extremely peacefully that night, and his somewhat empty heart gradually calmed down.

But gradually, she frowned tightly, and felt... a slender hand was rubbing against her cheek little by little.

Then, the hand slowly descended, and finally landed on her neck, slowly tightened, tightened, making her unable to breathe at all.

She struggled desperately, but she couldn't speak any words, and her hands and feet were sore.

"Ah..." Ye Feiwan let out a low cry, and suddenly opened his eyes, seeing darkness.

just a dream.She persuaded herself.

But the next moment, she felt almost immediately that there was actually a hand gently stroking her neck, rubbing it with the back of her hand strangely and gently, with a slight itchiness.

"Who?" She asked sharply, her voice still had the hoarseness and lingering fear of waking up.

"Late at night, Zishi, who do you expect to come to you?" In the darkness, the man's voice was clear and cold, rang in her ears.

Ye Feiwan froze, and felt a chill creep up her back. She managed to calm down her flustered thoughts, and her voice was as calm as possible: "Shouldn't the emperor be in the imperial study?"

"The memorial has already been reviewed." Feng Qing responded casually.

Ye Feiwan paused slightly: "If you rest, you can go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation."

"This is my palace, I can be where I want to be." Feng Qing interrupted her suddenly.

Ye Feiwan was startled, knowing that Feng Qing was right, so he simply kept silent.

"Why didn't you say it?" Feng Qing frowned.

"What?" Ye Feiwan asked back.

Feng Qing was at a loss for words, and for a long time, her voice murmured: "You used to... always blamed me for not talking, and you kept chattering..."

"Your Majesty," Ye Feiwan interrupted, "I don't want to recall the meaningless past."

(End of this chapter)