The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 353 Are you reluctant?
The carriage was rocking gently, moving forward, and there was silence in the carriage.

Ye Feiwan was leaning against the car wall in a daze, still holding the chestnut jelly cake with only one bite in her hand, her lips were still slightly numb.

She didn't expect Feng Qing to kiss her suddenly, and to taste the snacks in this way, what made her feel even more frightened... was the soreness and... secretly happy that immediately surged up in her heart.

He just kissed cats and dogs in his free time, his face was always calm, but her heart was full of turmoil, it was really ridiculous.

She doesn't like this... feeling out of control.

"Why aren't you talking?" Feng Qing raised her eyes and looked at her with a much more relaxed tone.

Ye Feiwan glanced at him, remained silent for a moment, and put half of the dim sum in his hand back on the plate on the table.

Feng Qing's relaxed eyebrows slowly frowned, he glanced at the half snack on the plate, and then at her, his voice became a little more difficult: "Why?"

"I'm not hungry anymore." Ye Feiwan smiled, "You're right that you don't like sweets, this dessert...is indeed a bit boring."

Feng Qing froze, vaguely feeling that what she refused was not dim sum, but... him.

"You used to love eating these..." he whispered.

"What?" Ye Feiwan asked back.

Feng Qing suddenly came back to his senses: "It's nothing." His expression also condensed.

Ye Feiwan said nothing more, she heard what Feng Qing said just now, but it was because she heard clearly that she didn't dare to respond.

She knew that she liked these very much in the past, and even now... smelling the sweetness of the dessert, she still likes it, but she knows that it does not belong to her.

She didn't want to force it any more.

Inside the carriage, the atmosphere was somewhat tense.

"Your Majesty, we're here." Gao Feng's voice came from outside the carriage.

Ye Feiwan got up as soon as the carriage stopped as if he was about to receive an amnesty. Before the groom could help him, he opened the sedan chair curtain and got out of the carriage.

After the death, Feng Qing's expression darkened, why is she so unwilling to be with him?

Looking at the white cloak from the corner of her eye, Feng Qing pursed her lips, and didn't want to comment on it at first, but the image of her saying "two years ago, her body became weak" came to mind, and she finally reached out to grab the cloak and got out of the carriage.

"See the emperor." The surrounding palace people knelt on the ground.

Feng Qing just waved his hands: "Everyone get up."

"Yes." The palace people got up one after another, but they didn't realize that they raised their heads and secretly glanced at Ye Feiwan who hadn't saluted just now. This girl Ye usually looked thin and weak, and she never thought of wearing a military uniform, but she was so heroic.

Sensing the gazes of the crowd, Feng Qing frowned slightly, stepped forward and wrapped the cloak around Ye Feiwan's shoulders.

Ye Feiwan was taken aback.

"Put it on." Feng Qing said in a deep voice, why is it so eye-catching.

Ye Feiwan didn't understand why he was angry, but it was cold, so he didn't refuse.

Not far away, there was a sound of horse neighing, and Gao Feng galloped towards this side, followed by two bloody horses.

That BMW ran fast, and looked wild.

"Your Majesty, all the officials are already waiting in the paddock." Gao Feng dismounted from his horse and said respectfully.

"En." Feng Qing responded in a low voice, and waved his hand slightly.

I saw that the wild horse just now was like a docile cat under Feng Qing's hands, letting him hold the rein.

Ye Feiwan squinted his eyes. The horse looked extremely strong. In the past, the backyard of the Ye Mansion had raised a lot of horses, but later...

Feng Qing seemed to have noticed something, turned his eyes to look at her, and suddenly thought of something: "Want to ride?" He thought of her galloping appearance on a horse galloping in the capital, with fresh clothes and angry horse, wanton and charming.

Ye Feiwan paused with his hands hidden under the cloak, then shook his head: "No need."

Feng Qing's face darkened.

Ye Feiwan added: "I... have long since forgotten how to ride."

In fact, she didn't forget it, but at that time, every time she rode by Feng Qing's side, she always saw his impatient eyes. After a long time, she didn't have such enthusiasm for riding a horse.

"Forgot..." Feng Qing murmured, his heart tightened, he simply pulled the reins, turned on the horse, his high black hair flew up, and drew a black shadow like a sword, and then he was sitting on the horse again: "It's like I begged you to ride."

After saying that, he tightened the reins, and the horse neighed and galloped away.

Ye Feiwan lowered his eyes, how could he stay for her?
"Miss Ye, the paddock is not far away, let's go there too..." Eunuch Li whispered.

Ye Feiwan nodded: "Mmm..."

But before she finished answering, she heard the sound of horseshoes, and a hoarse voice accompanied by cold wind: "Come with me."

The next moment, Ye Feiwan only felt his waist tighten, and the person rose into the air, and when he realized it, he was already sitting on the horse's back.

In the distance is a paddock covered with snow, and behind him is a man with a touch of sandalwood.

Feng Qing stretched out her hand, wrapped her loose cloak tightly, grabbed the reins and walked towards the paddock. The horseshoes galloped and walked on the snow, and the scenery on both sides quickly reversed.

But for a moment, the paddock was within sight.

Feng Qing tightened the reins, and the horse stopped slowly. Before getting off the horse, Ye Feiwan heard a man's voice in his ear, and his breath was heavy: "Ye Feiwan, I won't allow me to be late."

Ye Feiwan was startled, and turned to look at him.

Feng Qing's expression was already calm, holding her hand and walking towards the civil and military officials who had already been waiting in front, the red jade belt on her head was blown by the wind, entangled with the woman in red beside her.

The somewhat noisy officials gradually quieted down. Seeing the two people who came together, they were all surprised—I felt that the emperor and this sister with a foreign surname...were very close, but they still knelt down one after another, with great momentum: " Long live my emperor, long live, long live—"

Ye Feiwan was startled by the earth-shattering cry, and flinched to break free from Feng Qing's grasp.

It never worked out.

Feng Qing held her hand tightly and did not relax a bit: "Everyone is flat."

All the officials got up one after another, and an official at the side stepped forward and smiled respectfully: "The emperor and Miss Ye... have a deep brother and sister relationship."

As soon as these words came out, Ye Feiwan immediately felt the strength of her hand increase. She turned her head, only to see that Feng Qing's face was tense and his expression was livid, as if he was very angry.

The next moment, Feng Qing suddenly grabbed her and took two steps forward: "Today, in front of all my lovers, I want to announce something..."

Ye Feiwan was stunned, feeling ominous in her heart. She struggled inadvertently, but like the monkey grandson in the storybook, no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't get the palm of the Buddha.

"I've never had a younger sister, Ye Feiwan," Feng Qing said, turning to look at her, "It's my sister..."

"Am I late?" A warm voice interrupted Feng Qing's words.

Then, the two came slowly, one in front and one in the back, the man was wearing a rare python robe, and the sapphire folding fan in his hand never left his hand, the woman was wearing white gauze, snow-white clothes, and a Shengxue cloak, she was extremely soft and beautiful.

"Ah Qing." The woman's delicate voice came.

Feng Qing held Ye Feiwan's hand for a moment, and quickly returned to normal, quickly turning her head to look at her: "I didn't..." She didn't even say "Zhen", her eyes were flustered, as if she was about to explain, but He paused when he saw the smile in the eyes of the woman beside him.

Ye Feiwan frowned, and looked at Feng Qing's hand holding her. Just now, when she saw Qu Yan, she noticed his pause.

After all, he was not indifferent to Qu Yan.

What's more... Even if Qu Yan never appeared, she would have done so.

With all her strength, Ye Feiwan broke her hand away from Feng Qing's palm: "Your Majesty, I feel a little unwell, so go to the tent to rest for a while."

Turning around, she left without waiting for anyone.

Feng Qing stared at her back in a daze, his heart ached, she was like a wisp of smoke, ethereal and invisible, he just felt...he couldn't catch her anymore.

Not far away.

The corners of Feng Jiucheng's lips curled up into a usual smile, but the hand holding the folding fan strengthened a bit.

He knew what Feng Qing was going to say, and brought Qu Yan to stop him. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was for her or... This was what he wanted to do.

"Jiucheng, Jiucheng?" Someone beside him called him softly.

Feng Jiucheng turned his head with clear eyes, nodded and chuckled lightly, his eyes did not reveal any emotion: "Yanyan, what's the matter?"

Qu Yan's expression was a little complicated: "Jiucheng, you...but you can't bear it anymore?"

Feng Jiucheng's smile stiffened slightly, and he lowered his eyes: "You worry too much."

Qu Yan looked at him, only to feel that in just a moment, the aura around him... suddenly condensed.

(End of this chapter)