The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 335 She persuaded him to take a concubine?
meaningless past.

Feng Qing listened to Ye Feiwan's words, and in just six words, she fully commented on the unforgettable experience of the two of them.

He always thought that something must have happened in the past two years, which caused her to lose the memory of their in-laws under great stimulation, but now, at this moment, through the cold white moonlight, Feng Qing watched the woman in front of her separate. With his calm eyebrows and eyes, he even had an idea——

She wants to forget those memories, this is her own choice, she deliberately forgets!

"Is it meaningless?" Feng Qing murmured in a low voice, his voice was exceptionally gentle in the night.

The back of his hand gently rubbed against her cheek. In the past, she would have blushed and would not dare to look at him with lowered eyes, but at this moment, her eyes were guarded and frightened, and she alone did not speak.

"Why not?" Feng Qing's voice suddenly increased.

Ye Feiwan got up, her snow-white coat was loose, revealing her chest and thin shoulders, she looked back at him, very serious: "If you and I talk now, we can only hurt each other, Why bother to speak?"

She doesn't like his shackles, even though she often feels heartache because of the sudden past in her mind;
And he... doesn't like her.

Feng Qing's face was pale, but he turned his hand over, stroked her chin with the palm of his hand, and then stroked her full lips with his thumb: "It's you, Ye Feiwan, it's you who only say things that hurt each other now." He hung down His eyes were quiet, and he looked up after a while, his eyes were deep, "I also said, there are ways to shut your mouth..."

He lowered his eyes slowly, looking at the corners of the bright red lips under his thumb, his eyes were heavy, as if he had been swallowed by a Gu, he leaned over a little bit, and pressed down.

Ye Feiwan didn't dodge, but just watched him approaching, until she felt that her body was covered with the cool fragrance of his body and a touch of sandalwood, she just opened her mouth, her voice was like broken ice breaking the moonlight in the room: "The emperor has inherited the throne It's been more than two years."

Feng Qing paused, and looked at her from a very close distance, but couldn't see her expression, couldn't guess what she meant: "What?"

"According to what the ministers said that day, the emperor has never accepted a concubine to marry a wife?" Ye Feiwan said slowly, his voice was like gurgling water, undulating.

Feng Qing's eyebrows relaxed, and the hand that was rubbing the corner of her lips stopped, and then an inexplicable sourness and secret joy rose in her heart.

She... still cares about whether he marries a wife, doesn't she?
"Do you care too?" He whispered not far from her lips, and slowly lowered his hand to her bare shoulder.

Ye Feiwan frowned: "Cool." She wanted to avoid his palm.

Feng Qing's eyes tightened. He had been exposed to the cold outside for a long time, and his whole body was already cold. But in the past two years of looking for her, it was not only his body that was cold?

"You have to bear it too!" He clasped her shoulders tightly, "Do you care if I ask you?" Urgently, it seemed that he only wanted to know a vague answer.

Ye Feiwan pondered for a moment, looked at her, and gradually calmed down: "I don't care, I'm just curious. Why don't you marry a wife and accept a concubine? The emperor must be..." She raised her eyes and looked straight into his black asshole. In the jade-like pupils, "Because of me?"

"Nonsense..." Feng Qing moved away from her almost immediately, and denied it sharply, but the denial was incomplete, and then stopped talking, staring blankly at the faint smile on Ye Feiwan's lips.

She seemed to have guessed his answer, so she asked this question on purpose.

What she wanted... seemed to be his denial.

"It's not for me, but for... Qu Yan?" Ye Feiwan raised her eyebrows and chuckled.

Hearing the name "Qu Yan", Feng Qing's body condensed slightly: "She asked you to move out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation?"

"Is it still important?" Ye Feiwan asked back.

"It's very important to me." Feng Qing said sharply.At least let him know that it's not that she took the initiative to stay away from him again and again.

"She did say so," Ye Feiwan said, and seeing Feng Qing's expression softened, she opened her lips again, "But I want to move out even more."

Feng Qing's face was pale, and the hand on her shoulder tightened unconsciously.

Ye Feiwan frowned, and glanced sideways, as if his shoulder bones were being held by him, with a little pain.But he didn't notice it, and she didn't bother to open her mouth, she just said slowly: "The emperor has already passed the age of marrying a wife," she paused when she said this, the inexplicable pain in her head, the tenderness in her heart The trembling feeling came again, she frowned, and said in a low voice, "It's time to marry a concubine and fill the harem."

The huge imperial palace and the empty harem are very incompatible.

If there were those concubines, maybe...he wouldn't be so focused on trapping her here.She could also leave this luxurious cage and fly out.

Feng Qing's face became tense in an instant, her thin lips were tightly pursed, she looked at him with a little scarlet at the end of her eyes, and said in a dull voice, "What did you say?"

"I said, the emperor should marry a wife..."

"Ye Feiwan." Feng Qing interrupted her every word, every word seemed to be chilled.

Ye Feiwan paused.

Feng Qing stared at her for a long time: "Why do you care so much about whether I marry a wife? Do you want to recommend yourself?"

"What can I bring to the emperor now?" Ye Feiwan smiled, "I'm just a commoner, my lord, I can't afford to enter your harem, besides..."

Speaking of this, she lowered her eyes and stopped looking at him: "The emperor really wants all civil and military officials, and even the whole world, to know that you sleep on the bed of the 'sister' you brought back from outside the palace?"

Feng Qing stood up suddenly, and the reflected shadow shrouded Ye Feiwan's body, easily covering her thin shoulders.

Every time, the word "brother and sister" is spoken, it can easily ignite the suppressed anger in his heart, without exception.However, these words were said in the Shangqing Palace, from his own mouth!
And...every time I see her mentioning her identity, she is so...pretentiously belittling herself, regardless of how others feel when they see her, whether they feel sad or not.

"You pushed me out so generously and wanted me to marry a wife, what about you, Ye Feiwan?" Feng Qing's voice was hoarse, and there was an inexplicable weirdness and gloom in the night, "You also want to marry gone?"

Ye Feiwan's response was just to give him a strange look: "Your Majesty, you threatened me to return to Beijing at my wedding banquet." She reminded.

If it wasn't for his obstruction, she would have already married, so why "want to marry"?
Feng Qing's body froze, she froze in place, her face turned pale: "So, do you want to get married?" He asked softly.

"I've never been married before, and I've never been called a matchmaker, so I don't understand the rules inside," Ye Feiwan lowered her eyes, "But just like the emperor ordered before, if anyone wants to marry, I will try to marry you." get along."

Try to get along with it.

Feng Qing took a tight breath, and after a long time, he suddenly turned around and strode out of the Jiuhua Hall.

The door closed with a "bang", and then opened again. The early winter night wind brought in the exclusive night cold, blowing the curtains fluttering.

Ye Feiwan gathered up his inner coat to block the chill that came from it.

After a long time, she lightly stroked her shoulder, where a few strands of coldness remained.

She slowly pressed her hand to her heart—it was still a little sore.

She really liked it, but since when... the words hurt?

(End of this chapter)