The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 352 I Would Rather You Hate Me
Another snowfall fell in the capital, covering the pavilions and pavilions in white clothes.

On the day of Dongshou, the snow stopped, and the weather rarely got better, but the melting snow made it colder.

Ye Fei was called up by Su Yun early in the morning, and put on the military uniform that Feng Qing sent that day, with the cuffs tightly sealed, and he looked more dashing, and put on the cloak on his body.

Suyun was worried about her catching a cold several times, so she pulled the hat behind the cloak to put it on, and wrapped her cloak tightly, and then helped her walk towards the gate outside the hall.

Not far away, several tall horses stopped there, occasionally neighing lowly.There were a few carriages parked beside them, and a bright yellow curtain was hung above the front, which seemed to belong to Feng Qing.

Ye Feiwan paused, and walked towards the smaller carriage behind.

However, the palace man standing beside the carriage did not open the sedan door after saluting tremblingly.

Ye Feiwan paused: "Please..." Before he could finish speaking, he saw the palace servant kneeling on the ground with a "plop".

She was startled: "Why..."

"Miss Ye, the emperor wants you to go to the carriage in front." Eunuch Li's embarrassed voice came from behind.

Ye Feiwan looked forward as Eunuch Li said, and then froze.

She has never seen Feng Qing like this. In the past, Feng Qing was either dressed in a dragon robe, noble and incomparable, or dressed in white clothes like a banished fairy, like a heavenly man.

At this moment, he was wearing a black suit with a few majestic dragons embroidered with gold thread on the black suit. His waist was narrowed, his shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow, and his figure was tall.The black hair was bundled up high, blown messy by the wind, and the crest was red, which was exactly the same color as Ye Feiwan's military uniform. It danced with the black hair, adding stunning beauty and coldness.

He looked at her expressionlessly.

"Miss Ye?" Eunuch Li reminded in a low voice.

Ye Feiwan pursed her lips, and finally walked towards Feng Qing.

Feng Qing remained motionless.

Ye Feiwan thought about it, and finally he was blessed and wanted to salute: "See..."

Before finishing the remaining two words, Feng Qing had already turned sideways: "Get in the carriage."

There was silence all around, and no one dared to respond.

Ye Feiwan nodded, turned around, and the palace servants on the side had already stretched out their hands cleverly, and wanted to help her up.

But before he caught her hand, a big hand with sharp bones suddenly came out halfway, grabbed Ye Feiwan's hand, and directly supported her into the carriage. A voice as cold as ice came from the carriage: "Let's go."

The palace people were stunned. In the whole world, the emperor helped the person who got into the carriage...has never happened before.

A group of people finally set off towards the gate of the palace in a mighty way.

The interior of the carriage is very luxurious, with cushions and a burning stove. It is soft and warm. It is not bumpy, but shakes slightly, making people drowsy.

Ye Feiwan was leaning against the sedan chair wall, still wrapped in a heavy cloak, her thoughts still hadn't recovered from the shock just now—Feng Qing personally supported her; and...she couldn't feel her hands hidden under the cloak. Caressing towards the heart, the inexplicable throbbing made her panic.

"You're so afraid of the cold before it's three cold days?" In the end, Feng Qing was the first to break the silence, half mockingly half casually looking at her tightly wrapped.

Ye Feiwan suddenly recovered, and quietly took off the cloak: "If the emperor doesn't like it, I won't wear it."

Feng Qing froze, looking at the red military uniform on her body, like a flame burning in the cold winter, as if he saw the girl riding a horse galloping in the capital back then, but that girl's eyes were now full of calm.

"I don't care if you wear it or not." His voice became hoarse.

Ye Feiwan hesitated: "The clothes are heavy, just because two years ago, after suffering some injuries, the bones of the body are not recovering very well, so please bear with me, Your Majesty."

Feng Qing's face turned pale.

What happened two years ago was a nightmare for him, a past he dared not touch.

That silver hairpin that she personally pierced into the heart, that figure that fell from the city wall and still has a resolute smile on her lips...

Just at this moment, outside the carriage, there was a sound of horseshoes: "Your Majesty." Gao Feng's voice came.

Feng Qing suddenly came back to her senses, and looked sideways at the car curtain: "What's the matter?"

"This winter hunt in the paddock, there is a lot of movement, and there may be little assassins at that time. The subordinates have ordered people to guard the paddock and the surrounding woods." Gao Feng reported in a low voice.

"Yes." Feng Qing responded casually.In the past, some civil servants and military generals just did it casually, but this time, he ordered all officials, big and small, to go.

Gao Feng finally left.

Feng Qing raised his eyes and met Ye Feiwan's gaze. He paused and said deliberately, "There used to be assassins in the past." But before he got close, he was silently killed by the hidden guards. That's all, he didn't say this, and looked at her intently.Want to see the slightest worry.

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Feng Qing narrowed her eyes, her voice was a little relaxed: "What? Worried about me?"

Ye Feiwan avoided his gaze: "A tree as beautiful as the forest must be destroyed by the wind. You have a noble status and you have someone to protect you. Why worry?"

Feng Qing was startled, and then lowered her eyes: "I thought, you hate me so much, you wish I could be assassinated."

Ye Feiwan's fingertips trembled: "I don't hate you," she said quietly, her voice was exceptionally calm, "I also don't want you to be assassinated, you are a wise king and the gospel of the people, if you die, then The world is useless."

Mingjun...

Feng Qing listened to her words, but she didn't feel any joy at all. Now she is such a rational analysis of the pros and cons, what is "not beneficial to the world" and what is "good news for the people"...

"But I would rather you hate me..." His voice was very soft, as if he was whispering to himself, even if it was hatred, it was better than her calm eyes and no emotion at the moment.

"What?" Ye Feiwan didn't hear his words clearly.

Feng Qing suddenly came back to her senses, and lowered her eyes to hide the flashing obscurity: "There is something in the dark box."

"Ok?"

"The hidden compartment on your right." Feng Qing repeated.

Ye Feiwan hesitated for a moment, and slowly opened the hidden compartment of the side table a few times, but was taken aback when he saw what was inside.

Inside was a paper-wrapped candied chestnut, and above it was the shop she used to eat, and there was also a plate of chestnut jelly cake, which was smelling sweet.

"You..." She moved her lips, but she didn't know what to say.

"I left early this morning," Feng Qing lowered her eyes to avoid her gaze, "I will arrive at the paddock later, and I will have lunch at noon. I am afraid that you will get sick from hunger, so I will send someone to take care of you."

Ye Feiwan frowned: "The girl knows." After saying that, she picked up a piece of snack and put it in her mouth, her lips and teeth were full of sweetness.

Hearing her address, Feng Qing frowned, but quickly relaxed it.

Immediately, it is no longer a "people's girl".

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the crumbs on her lips, Feng Qing's eyes sank unconsciously, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down: "Is it sweet?" He asked.

Ye Feiwan took out the dessert and put it on the table: "Your Majesty, you will know after you taste it."

Feng Qing glanced at the plate of dim sum: "I don't like sweets."

"Then you still have these?"

Feng Qing was secretly annoyed, but suddenly thought of something, and suddenly called out: "Ye Feiwan."

Ye Feiwan raised her eyes in confusion, her eyes suddenly darkened, and her lips felt cold, as if someone had gently kissed and licked her.

When she regained her senses, Feng Qing was already sitting opposite her, with a calm face and a flat voice: "Sweet."

(End of this chapter)