The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 343 Do you want to leave the palace?

It's late at night, Changxin Hall.

Feng Jiucheng leaned lazily on the railing at the entrance of the hall, his blue wide sleeves rustled by the night wind, the jade belt between his black hair had been removed, it was messy but elegant.

He held a folding fan in one hand, and casually played with a copper plate in the other.The copper plate was flipped casually on the back of his finger, which was as delicate as a fine white jade, and it never fell off.

He raised his eyes, looked at the starless and moonless sky, picked up the copper plate, and looked at the square hole at the lantern at the entrance of the palace.

Feng Jiucheng chuckled lightly: "It's so late, can't you sleep?"

After the words were finished, a white figure walked in with the shimmer of light reflected from the cold snow. His body was as tall as an exiled fairy, but his brows were cold and chilling, his eyes were calm, and he walked in slowly.

It was Feng Qing.

He slowly glanced at Feng Jiucheng, and then walked to the railing: "You didn't sleep either."

"I haven't been back to the palace for a long time, I can't sleep." Feng Jiucheng smiled lightly, and lightly tapped the railing with the folding fan in his hand, "What's the matter?"

Feng Qing only glanced at his other tightly clenched hand: "Come and get my things back."

Feng Jiucheng was "surprised": "What is yours?"

"Copper plate." Feng Qing's thin lips parted slightly, and he said the word in a cold tone.

Feng Jiucheng didn't seem to expect him to be so straightforward, his eyes flickered, but he smiled for a moment: "It's just a small copper coin, and it's worth asking for it from the emperor himself? Or..." He lifted Eyes, the smile is still there, but the brows and eyes are cold, "The one you want is Miss Ye's?"

Feng Qing's eyes tightened, and she squinted for a moment, then her eyes were full of grace: "I don't like my things in other people's hands."

"Is Miss Ye yours?" Feng Jiucheng asked back.

"..." This time, Feng Qing fell silent.

Feng Jiucheng laughed lowly, and suddenly threw the copper plate towards Feng Qing.Feng Qing subconsciously stretched out her hand and held the copper plate in her hand.

"You came to ask for it in person, how dare I not give it?" Feng Jiucheng's light smile with drooping eyes gradually disappeared, and then he raised his head and the corners of his lips were as warm as ever, "But, don't you think it's too unfair to Yanyan?"

"what?"

Feng Jiucheng paused, pondered for a moment, then spoke for a long time, with a clear and elegant voice: "Tomorrow is Yanyan's birthday, she wants to see you."

……

Jiuhua Palace.

For some reason tonight, Ye Feiwan tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

The warmth of the dumpling at the corner of her lips, and the desolation in her memory of swallowing a table full of cold food and wine by herself, entangled her thoughts over and over again.

And... after she finished saying "she must be very pitiful", Feng Qing's pale expression.

The charcoal fire was quietly burning in the stove, and in this cold and twelfth lunar month, a layer of sweat formed on her back.

In the end, Ye Feiwan sighed softly, turned over and got up.

Suyun in the outer room had already fallen asleep, and the candle beside him flickered a few times, then shed the last drop of candle tears and completely extinguished.

Ye Feiwan didn't wake anyone up, and lightly took the cloak aside and walked out of the hall.

When the cold wind blew outside, it was icy cold, but it made her consciousness a lot clearer.

Outside the hall is a courtyard that is not too big, and there is a pavilion for resting in the courtyard.

Ye Feiwan quietly walked into the pavilion, looking at the high city walls around, he could only see a few lights on the towering tower not far away.

Silent night.

She unconsciously tightened the cloak around her body.

"In the middle of the night, I'm the only one who can't sleep in this huge palace." On the towering palace wall, a man stood there firmly, holding a sapphire folding fan in his hand, his black hair loose and moving with the wind.

Ye Feiwan was taken aback, raised his eyes and saw Feng Jiucheng standing on the palace wall.

She paused, frowned slightly, but still stood up: "See King Rui..."

"I've said it, Miss Ye doesn't need to be too polite," Feng Jiucheng chuckled, and he fell off the wall lightly, and walked up to the pavilion slowly. Pass."

Ye Feiwan frowned, and calmed down for a moment: "King Rui was joking, you are the emperor's uncle." She had already heard Suyun tell about the origin of this "King of Xiaoyao".

"Miss Ye used to be his first wife." Feng Jiucheng sat on the stone bench, put the folding fan aside, and looked up at Ye Feiwan.

Ye Feiwan had a meal, she came out in a hurry, wearing only a jacket and a cloak: "Your Highness King Rui, please do not look at evil."

Feng Jiucheng chuckled, his eyes were not dirty at all, but extremely clear, he still looked at her: "What if you have already seen her?"

Ye Feiwan looked at him and lowered his eyes for a long time: "I made money."

Feng Jiucheng was stunned for a moment: "What?"

"His Royal Highness King Rui was born elegant and unparalleled, but it's just a glance, and there is no loss? After all, I have earned it." Ye Feiwan explained slowly, his voice resounding like gurgling water in the silent night.

Feng Jiucheng was stunned, his eyes flickered, but he never expected to get such a reply.

She was very different from the daughter of the Ye Mansion in his impression and heard.

He heard that Ye Fu's daughter was arrogant and domineering, disregarding etiquette, bold and bold, and did not use any means to achieve her goals, but now it seems that those are really just rumors.

If there is boldness, there is also a disregard for etiquette, but it is hard to make people feel disgusted.

"It's a pity," he sighed and shook his head, "I thought Miss Ye would let me take responsibility."

"I don't think King Rui wants to be responsible," Ye Feiwan smiled, "Come to see me at this hour, what's the matter?" She asked slowly.

Feng Jiucheng came back to his senses, chuckled before saying: "It's just a long night of sleepless sleep..."

"His Royal Highness King Rui," Ye Feiwan interrupted him. She looked into his eyes as if separated by a layer of illusory blue mist. The gentleness and elegance were just appearances. The coolness under the blue mist was the real thing. Rong, "From the daytime temptation to the current meeting, if you say it's a 'coincidence', do you believe it?"

Feng Jiucheng paused with a smile on his lips, caressed the sapphire folding fan with his hand, and returned to his usual gentleness after a while: "Ah Qing came to find me today."

Ah Qing.

Ye Feiwan was startled, and it was exactly the same as Qu Yan called Feng Qing: "Really? King Rui doesn't need to tell me these things..."

"Guess what he did to me?" Feng Jiucheng asked again.

"..." Ye Feiwan remained silent.

Feng Jiucheng smiled lightly, tapped the folding fan on the stone table twice, and said in a gentle voice: "You asked me for a copper plate."

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled, she knew what Feng Jiucheng meant by these words, and she also knew what that copper plate was.

"What exactly are you trying to say?" She looked at him, she couldn't see through Feng Jiucheng.

Feng Jiucheng looked at her: "Since I got acquainted with Ah Qing, he has been extremely cold-tempered and unsmiling. Later, I left and never wanted to come back. He is still the same..."

Ye Feiwan lowered her eyes, wondering why he mentioned these things.

"However, I have seen Ah Qing's happiest time." Feng Jiucheng smiled, "Do you want to know?"

Ye Feiwan froze, feeling like he wanted to say or not, but the words came to his lips but he couldn't get out, his throat was extremely difficult.

Feng Jiucheng was still smiling, his eyes drooping slightly, never revealing his thoughts: "It was when he first met Qu Yan."

Ye Feiwan paused with his fingertips hidden under the cloak: "His Royal Highness King Rui came to look for me just to talk about this matter?"

"Huh?" Feng Jiucheng raised his eyebrows.

"To let me know that even if he keeps me in the palace, it's just out of face. Is Qu Yan in his heart?" Ye Feiwan said bluntly.

Feng Jiucheng was silent for a moment: "Yes and no."

"what?"

"Does Miss Ye want to leave the palace?"

(End of this chapter)