The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 339 Really "Dumplings"

It was already noon when Ye Feiwan returned to Jiuhua Palace.

The snow was still falling, and she was holding a dumpling-shaped snowball, her hands flushed from the cold.

The stove had already been lit in the hall, and the huge room was very warm.

"Girl, warm your hands first." Suyun took the snowball in her hand and put it aside, and pulled her to the stove.

"Be careful..." Ye Feiwan glanced at Xueqiu, and was about to speak when his voice stopped.

The house was extremely warm, she brought the snowball in, and the snowball was destined to melt, so why force it to stay.

"Girl?" Suyun was puzzled.

"It's nothing." Ye Feiwan shook his head, smiled lightly, and watched the snowball turn into a puddle of water little by little.

Outside the door, there was a sound of hurried footsteps.

The servant serving outside the imperial study came in with a whisk, and said in a soft voice, "Miss Ye, the emperor wants you to go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation."

Ye Feiwan frowned: "What's the matter?"

"A servant doesn't know about the emperor's affairs." The servant smiled apologetically.

"Then I'll be there in a while..."

"The emperor wants you to go there now." The servant stood motionless in the same place.

Ye Feiwan froze for a moment, then finally followed the servant and walked towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation.A series of footprints came out on the ground.

The second hall was very close, but it took a while to reach the entrance of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, but Ye Feiwan was surprised that there were not many waiters outside the hall, the door was closed, and there was a dead silence.

"Miss Ye, the emperor is waiting for you inside." The servant stopped and whispered.

Ye Feiwan nodded, looked at the closed door, pursed his lips, and pushed open the door.

Most likely, the sky is gloomy today, and the inside of the hall is covered with curtains, making it dark.

The moment Ye Feiwan walked into the hall, a black shadow flashed in front of him, and a big hand slammed the door of the hall with a "bang".Her body sank, and she was pushed behind the door.

The man's heavy and hoarse breathing came, spraying her cheeks with warmth, and bursts of cold and wine scents wrapped her in it, and the two breaths were entangled with each other.

In the dimness, Ye Feiwan could only see the eyes staring at him, which were dark and deep, but with a touch of panic and accusation.

"Ye Feiwan." The hoarse voice reached her ears.

Ye Feiwan was startled: "You..."

"Ye Feiwan." Feng Qing whispered to her again, this time much more severely than before.

Ye Feiwan frowned: "Did you drink in broad daylight?" She reached out to push him, but he held her hand.

Feng Qing's eyes were wide open, and there was a little light in the end: "Ye Feiwan." He paused every word, gritted his teeth and called his name, grasping her hand even harder.

Ye Feiwan's face paled: "It hurts..."

"Do you know it hurts too?" Feng Qing leaned in front of her in a hoarse voice.Her palms had a thin layer of calluses, probably due to staying outside for a long time, it was very cold.

He held her hand tightly until he felt her hand was slightly warm, and then he relaxed a little: "This morning, you are very happy." He whispered.

"What?" Ye Feiwan frowned.

"You can't lie to me." Feng Qing stared at her, he could see clearly, since the reunion, she had never smiled at him like that.

He clearly knew that she would be unhappy seeing him, but he still called her over. He was really so despicable and unscrupulous.

"But the emperor lied to me." Ye Feiwan looked at him quietly, struggled with his hands, and he immediately shackled her even tighter.

"Why did I ever lie to you?"

"Why didn't you tell me that someone once proposed to me?" Ye Feiwan asked bluntly with her red lips parted.

Feng Qing's fingertips trembled, and then she was furious. Who would be so bold to tell her this, but thinking that she had just met Nan Mo this morning, she was suddenly frustrated.

"You want to escape from me so much? You don't even hesitate to marry someone?" Feng Qing said in a low voice, "But Ye Feiwan, you want to leave me and marry someone else, it's delusional!" The last two words are just as thick The ice burst suddenly, splashing the ground cold.

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she looked at him: "You can also marry someone else."

Feng Qing's fingers were stiff, and now, she had forgotten those memories, so she could ask her to marry someone else so calmly.

Qu Yan said that she was no longer his wife.

Everyone in the palace called her "Miss Ye".

In the whole world, he seemed to be the only one who still paranoidly and morbidly believed that their past in-laws still counted.

"Today's first snow." Feng Qing said hoarsely, then changed the topic inexplicably.

"..." Ye Feiwan looked at him without saying a word.

"Da Jin's rule, on the day of the first snow, you have to eat dumplings." Feng Qing whispered, she told him this rule.From childhood to adulthood, he lived in the midst of power and status. With a flattering smile, she told him that Chuxue eating dumplings on this day would bring good luck.

"The emperor just go and order the imperial dining room." Ye Feiwan whispered.

"Don't you want me to let you go?" Feng Qing stared at her, "It's the same as three years ago, if you make dumplings for me, I will let you go."

Three years ago, it was exactly the same as today.

She was also as happy as getting along with Nan Mo, when facing him alone, she no longer smiled.

Ye Feiwan frowned.

Three years ago, dumplings.

Something flashed through my mind: In the early snow that year, she and Feng Qing had a meal of dumplings together, which was a rare warmth, but afterward, Feng Qing put forward a condition: Qu Yan wanted to see her...

He disdains to please her, every time he treats her well, there is a purpose.

Head hurts.

Ye Feiwan pressed her temple tightly, always like this, after coming to the palace and seeing Feng Qing, she would always think more and more frequently about the past that she had obviously given up.

"Ye Feiwan?" Feng Qing's panicked voice rang in his ears from far and near.

But she couldn't hear anything, only the pain in her mind remained.

She was wearing her wedding dress and sitting in the wedding sedan chair. Through the wind-blown sedan curtain, she saw a man riding a tall horse, so cold and dignified. He tilted his head slightly, exactly like Feng Qing.

The assassin attacked, and the sharp sword pointed straight at the man's heart, but she blocked it as if she had been bewitched.

She knew that she had married someone before, and even knew that the person she married was Feng Qing, but... when that memory really rushed into her mind, it made people eager to escape...

"What do you remember?" Feng Qing let go of her, holding her shoulders with trembling fingers, with surprise in his eyes.

Ye Feiwan shook her head desperately, her face turned pale, but the more she refused, the more violent her memories surged.

"Feng Qing, I love you..."

"Feng Qing, when you are in power, let's make up."

"Feng Qing, Yanyang is picturesque, suitable for couples to go."

"Ye Feiwan, you went to the wrong city, that is Yanyang, not Yancheng..."

In her mind, there seemed to be two different memories, one of her eyes full of admiration, the other of her heart full of sadness; the one of her resistance to reconciliation, the other of her only desire to be with her...

The avatar is about to explode.

"Ye Feiwan, Feiwan..." Feng Qing's voice added panic, it was the first time she... had such a violent reaction, her face was pale and almost transparent, as if she was about to wither in the next moment.

Ye Feiwan heard his call, but she couldn't wake up, and those chaotic memories kept haunting her.

The next moment, her body was suddenly embraced by someone in an embrace that smelled of cold fragrance. After a long silence, Feng Qing said in a hoarse voice, "Don't think about it."

No matter how much I want her to remember, but...

"Don't think about it," he whispered.

(End of this chapter)