The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 340 These Are Fakes
Feng Qing's whispers were like a bit of clarity injected into Ye Feiwan's square-inch altar, correcting her chaotic consciousness little by little.

Her face was pale, surrounded by bursts of cold fragrance, and the arms surrounding her were warm and strong.

And... next to the ear, the man's heart, there was something beating every now and then.

Ye Feiwan was slightly startled, as if she had reacted suddenly, she stretched out her hand to break away from Feng Qing's embrace, her expression was pale, and she took half a step back, but behind her was the cold door.

She leaned close to the door, her eyes added a little bit of fear, not because of Feng Qing in front of her, but... the emotion that flashed across her heart just now.

She was terrified of that feeling of being out of control, as if... She had been hurt by that feeling thousands of times.

Feng Qing was also stunned, looked at his hand that was quickly brushed away by the woman, and looked down at the distance between the two of her and the obvious horror between her brows and eyes at this moment, and her fingertips trembled slightly , he spoke slowly, his voice calm and waveless: "Finally woke up?"

Ye Feiwan's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she lowered her eyes to look aside, not at him.

Feng Qing's throat tightened, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down. In the end, he didn't say much, but took a few steps back slowly: "Now that you're awake, let's go."

After saying that, he turned around and left, his white clothes fluttering, making him very conspicuous in the dark hall.

Ye Feiwan reluctantly raised her eyes to look at his back: "Where are you going?"

Feng Qing said nothing, just walked forward, halfway he didn't hear the footsteps of the people behind him, he looked sideways slightly: "Or, do you want me to welcome you in person?"

Ye Feiwan froze, looking at his cold back, just now... she must have been hallucinating. In this world, everyone can be so warm, and it is impossible for Fengqing alone.

Finally, she pursed her lips and followed.

In the corner of the hall, there is a long corridor. If you cross the corridor, you can get out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation and reach the dining hall.

When Ye Feiwan and Feng Qing arrived, there were already palace people waiting there, and they all knelt down when they saw them coming: "See the emperor, see Miss Ye..."

Ye Feiwan was taken aback. These people didn't need to worship her, but before she could even react, Feng Qing raised her hand: "Pingshen."

In the dining hall, there is a red sandalwood square table. On the square table, noodles and fillings have already been prepared.

Ye Feiwan was puzzled.

The little maid at the side stepped forward and explained in a low voice: "Miss Ye, this is what the emperor ordered just now. It is rare for the emperor to take a rest today..." In the past, the emperor always stayed in the imperial study when he was resting, and he has never been in such a good mood Therefore, the imperial chef of the dining hall has put all his energy into it.

"What do you mean?" Ye Feiwan looked at Feng Qing.

Feng Qing met her bright eyes with a dark expression: "On the day of Chuxue, eating dumplings will bring good luck."

Ye Feiwan lowered her eyes, avoiding his gaze: "These are all fake." His voice was like a whisper.

Feng Qing's expression changed. Back then, Qiao Xiaoyan looked at him, and it was clearly her who said those words.Now she says 'these are all fake'.

His fingers were clenched tightly in his wide sleeves unconsciously, and he tried to keep his face intact: "Whether it's true or not, how do you know?"

"In the past, Ye Mansion used to eat dumplings in the early snow every year. In the end, they just ran around and fled to death." Ye Feiwan smiled, "How can there be any blessing..."

The blessings of the first half of life were all borrowed. The more blessings were squandered, the worse the fall later.

Always.

Feng Qing's face was slightly pale, and when she mentioned Ye Fu, the light in her eyes dimmed. He stepped forward, grabbed her wrist, and said almost forcefully: "Today, I will definitely eat Chuxue's dumplings."

"you……"

"The little maid of the Jiuhua Palace, serving you well?" Feng Qing interrupted her, but avoided her eyes, her long eyelashes drooping slightly, and she couldn't stop the timidity and self-loathing in her heart when she spoke coldly .

He will always only make mean threats.

But... Apart from threats, he didn't know what else he could do.

Ye Feiwan was stunned, smiled for a long time, and slowly blessed Fu's body, just like many palace people did to him: "The emperor wants to eat, I will make it."

After saying that, the man had already walked to the red sandalwood table, rolled up his sleeves, revealing his pale arms, even the blue blood vessels on his arms could be seen clearly.

The maid hurriedly stepped forward to help.

Feng Qing stared blankly at her swift movements. In the past, even if she wanted to make dumplings for the day of Chuxue, she was still unable to do what she wanted—she is a daughter of a thousand gold who never touches the spring water with her fingers, and her movements are clumsy. The dumplings are very ugly, placed crookedly on the chopping board.

But now, she nimbly rolled up her sleeves, her onion-like hands were very sharp, and even the dumplings she made were very delicate.

Feeling sour all of a sudden, Feng Qing couldn't help stretching out his hand to touch his heart, but he couldn't resist the waves of panic rising in his heart.

In the past two years, she has been out alone, and she has learned everything.But...if she understands everything, what is the meaning of his existence?
"Your Majesty." Gao Feng's voice sounded at the door of the dining room, as if saving Feng Qing from the lonely and quiet place.

Feng Qing turned her head abruptly: "What's the matter?"

Gao Feng hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward to whisper in front of Feng Qing.

Feng Qing pressed her pale lips tightly, and glanced at Ye Feiwan who was still wrapping the dumplings carefully.If it was in the past, she would have come up to him a long time ago and asked him loudly, "Are you leaving me to do political affairs again?" But at this moment, she didn't seem to see Gao Feng.

No, maybe she saw it, she just... didn't care.

"Ye Feiwan." He said suddenly.

Ye Feiwan paused and looked up at him.

"It will be ready in a while, and send it to the imperial dining room," Feng Qing said in a deep voice after being silent for a moment, but seeing her frown slightly, she added again, with a tense voice, "You have to send it yourself."

Ye Feiwan paused for a moment, then nodded, "Okay." The voice was still peaceful.

Feng Qing glanced at her again, and finally left slowly behind Gao Feng.

In the dining hall, there was silence.

"Young lady is so lucky." Aside, the little maid whispered.

Ye Feiwan glanced at her.

"The emperor has never been to the dining hall before, let alone watch people making dumplings." The little maid smiled, "The emperor is really kind to Miss Ye."

good?Ye Feiwan moved his hands slightly, and the edges of the dumplings in his hands were pinched into flowers.

In the past two years, when she made dumplings for the first time, her hands were very clumsy and she couldn't do anything well, but after a long time, she was able to do everything.

Some things, you can not do, but you can not.

never has been.

"Girl." In front of her eyes, a hand came closer, and there was still a steaming copper plate in the palm of that hand.

"What?" Ye Feiwan was puzzled.

"Eating dumplings when the first snow comes, can bring good luck, but in the whole world, the most blessed person is the emperor," the little maid put the copper plate in her heart, "Young lady wraps the copper plate in the dumplings, this one, the imperial chef waits After a while, I will eat it alone, and then put it in the meal box for the emperor."

Ye Feiwan stared blankly at the copper plate, as if...she had wrapped it like this in the past, but she waited for a long time and never waited for someone to eat it.

"Girl?" The little maid was puzzled, "Don't worry, the copper plate has been boiled in hot water for half an hour."

"Well," Ye Feiwan took the copper plate, "OK."

(End of this chapter)