The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 351 Meal?

When Gao Feng came to Jiuhua Hall, Ye Feiwan and Shao Yao were sitting in the pavilion in the courtyard enjoying the snow scenery, holding a hand warmer in their hands, and wearing a thick dark red cloak, only the collar was fluffy.

There is a stove burning in the house, but after staying for a long time, it is inevitable that the head will swell and hurt.

Gao Feng walked in at this moment, his eyes swept over Shao Yao's body quickly, his ears turned red, and then he bowed his head and said: "Miss Ye, the emperor wants you to go over."

Ye Feiwan paused: "The Palace of Mental Cultivation?"

"No, Yushufang." Gao Feng said.

Ye Feiwan frowned. The Imperial Study Room was where the emperor worked, and idlers were never allowed to come in and out easily. She had an inexplicable resistance to it.

What's more... She thought that with Feng Qing's pride, after experiencing what happened last night, she would definitely let her go for a while, but she didn't expect that he would see her today.

"Miss Ye?" Seeing that she was silent, Gao Feng called out again.

"He called me...what's the matter?" Ye Feiwan asked in a deep voice, frowning.

"The subordinates don't know either." Gao Feng paused.

"I see," Ye Feiwan responded, noticing that Gao Feng was looking at Shaoyao again from the corner of his eye, and smiled knowingly: "But I haven't seen you for half a day, so you can't stop peeking?"

As soon as these words came out, Gao Feng's face turned red suddenly, even Shao Yao stood up quickly: "Miss—"

Ye Feiwan smiled: "Hurry up and take your Shaoyao away, so that some people don't see each other every day." She got up slowly, "I'm going to the imperial study too."

But after finishing speaking, looking at the two people who were about to talk, a trace of sourness and envy suddenly appeared in the bottom of my heart.

If Feng Qing hadn't half threatened and half forced her to take her back to the capital, she might be married now, with a husband who is not noble but treats her well. Although her life is calm, she is ordinary good.

Rather than... guarding in this huge palace city, not knowing where is the way out.

Looking around in a daze, there are towering palace walls, and the road ahead is boundless.

Ye Feiwan had just walked to the door of the imperial study, and there was a servant waiting for her, leading her forward.

It's just that I never thought that I would run into that familiar figure again just after turning around the corridor.

The gentle man in a green shirt held a folding fan in his hand as always, but today he didn't caress the folding fan, but held it tightly instead.Mo hair is still casually tied with a jade belt.

Feng Jiucheng also saw her, her pale little face was wrapped in a snow-white collar, and the white cloak was a little more holy than the snow behind her, only those lips, perhaps because of the cold weather, were more beautiful than blood. But also bright red.

Feng Jiucheng squinted her eyes. There was a slight wound on the corner of her lips, as if... being bitten by someone. It's not hard to guess the instigator, probably his imperial nephew.

It's just...he frowned unconsciously.

Ye Feiwan had already quietly walked up to him, blessed her body: "See Your Highness King Rui." His voice was the same as before, even more respectful and distant than before.

Feng Jiucheng watched the cloak behind her drooping on the ground due to her movements, rubbing a little dust, then moved his eyes to the solitary coil on top of her head again, smiled lightly for a long time, and stretched out his hand to help her: "I said earlier, Miss Ye doesn't need to be polite..."

But Ye Feiwan quickly avoided his hand: "It's better to be more polite." People like Feng Jiucheng have too deep thoughts, she can't see through, and she doesn't want to see through.

Feng Jiucheng fixed his eyebrows, nodded for a long time and gave a gentle smile: "I was rude."

Ye Feiwan smiled back, although he was deep in thought, but he always advances and retreats in a moderate manner, and will not embarrass others.She got up slowly, just about to move forward.

"I brought this thing back from the Western Regions. It cools and relieves pain, and can also cure burns." Feng Jiucheng said suddenly.

Ye Feiwan froze, her fingers hidden in her wide sleeves and wrapped in white cloth paused, she didn't expect Feng Jiucheng to notice her fingers.

Just at this moment, the door of the study was opened, and Feng Qing's voice came: "The Imperial Medical Office has a lot of good wound medicine." He looked at Ye Feiwan, and his voice was deliberately gentle, "Feiwan, come here. "

Ye Feiwan pursed her lips, feeling that Feng Qing was very strange at the moment, she paused: "Thank you, Your Highness, King Rui."

"It's not late." Feng Qing frowned, her voice clearly displeased.

Ye Feiwan bypassed Feng Jiucheng and walked towards the study.

Almost the moment she walked into the study, the door was closed heavily behind her.

After Feng Qing turned around and returned to the desk, her face was expressionless, as if she was sullen.

Ye Feiwan also stood in front of the desk, and when he didn't speak, she remained silent.

It was Feng Qing who broke the silence first: "You have nothing to say to me?"

Ye Feiwan was stunned for a moment, and thought about it carefully: "After all, the Imperial Study Room is where you deal with important affairs of the court. It's not a rule to let me wait here. I'll be fine."

Feng Qing didn't seem to expect that she would say that, his expression was startled at first, then darkened: "So unwilling to get along with me?"

Ye Feiwan asked back: "It's not that you don't want to get along with me?"

"How did I ever..." The words came to an end abruptly, Feng Qing's ears were slightly hot, and he coughed forcefully, "Winter hunting in a few days."

"Eunuch Li said it."

"Have you ever seen the military uniform?"

Ye Feiwan paused, she just glanced at it from a distance, but still said: "Look."

"Well," Feng Qing lowered her eyes, stopped looking at her, and just coughed lowly, "Are you still satisfied?" That Luanfeng was the fruit of dozens of embroiderers in the Royal Embroidery Workshop all night long.

Ye Feiwan recalled the military uniform carefully, and nodded: "It's very beautiful."

Feng Qing's tense expression slowly relaxed, he was actually...afraid that she would mention the brother and sister again, and say something like "it's not appropriate for her to wear a phoenix".

Fortunately, no.

"Hmm." Feng Qing replied deeply.

"I don't know if the emperor asked me to come... What's the matter?" Ye Feiwan asked slowly.

Feng Qing paused and clapped his hands, but after a while, several palace servants came in with lunch boxes in their hands, and carefully placed the food in the lunch box on the huge wooden table aside.

Buddha jumps over the wall, sea bass soup, chestnut cake...

Ye Feiwan stared blankly, remembering...Feng Qing didn't like to eat these.

It wasn't until everyone retreated that Feng Qing said: "Didn't I want to know why I called you here?"

"You are..."

"Dine with me."

"what?"

"Dinner."

……

It's night, Zuixianju, at the window on the second floor.

A person was leaning there quietly, with his hands propped against the window, and the cold air pierced his bones, but he suddenly didn't notice it. Hearing the noisy voices of the scholars downstairs, his expression was no longer calm and refined, but rather stunned.

"Nine Cities." Behind him, a woman's soft voice came.

Feng Jiucheng came back to his senses, turned around to look at the visitor, and smiled gently: "Yanyan."

"Ninetowns, I'm here to thank you," Qu Yan lowered her eyes, trembling from the cold wind outside the window, and continued, "Let Ah Qing accompany me on my birthday."

Feng Jiucheng paused, turned around and closed the window, but was stunned when he saw the frozen red fingertips.

Qu Yan didn't notice, but there was a woman... Zeng walked into the carriage with two hand warmers in her arms, and handed one of them to him.

The hand warmer is very warm, and the palms of the warm people are crisp and numb.

"Ninetowns?" Qu Yan was confused.

Feng Jiucheng's eyes were suddenly clear, and he still smiled slightly: "Is it still cold?"

Qu Yan shook her head: "Jiucheng, you...help me one more time..."

(End of this chapter)