The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 355 Can You Believe I Will Save You?
The tent in Feng Jiucheng is as elegant as others, there is only a soft place for the palace people to rest, a wooden table, two soft stools on both sides of the wooden table, a layer of velvet blanket on the floor, and a stove. The table was quietly burning.

On the stove, a teapot was slowly steaming.

Much warmer than outside.

Ye Feiwan sat quietly on the soft stool, watching Feng Jiucheng pick up the teapot, fill two teacups with hot air gushing out.

Feng Jiucheng pushed one of the cups of hot tea to Ye Feiwan: "Taste the new tea I picked myself when I was in the south."

Ye Feiwan lowered his eyes and looked at a few pieces of green tea leaves that had been brewed floating in the clear light brown tea water. He didn't make a move, but said, "Aren't you tired, Your Highness?"

"Huh?" Feng Jiucheng raised his eyebrows.

"Your Highness, you might as well speak directly if you have something to say," Ye Feiwan said in a calm voice, "There is no need to be courteous before fighting like this."

Feng Jiucheng has always been well-mannered and courteous, so he was able to invite him in front of Eunuch Li just now, there must be something wrong.

Feng Jiucheng paused slightly with his hand holding the teacup: "I will also give this to Miss Ye."

Ye Feiwan looked up at him.

Feng Jiucheng's gaze swept past her hand: "I see that Miss Ye's fingers are red from the cold, why pretend to be okay?" He said, taking a sip of the hot tea in his hand, "It's so warm."

Ye Feiwan frowned, stared at him for a moment, and finally slowly raised her hand to take the hot tea, but thought of something, and glanced at the man in front of her.

Feng Jiucheng looked calm as usual: "Could it be that Miss Ye suspects that I have drugged my tea?"

Ye Feiwan gave the hand holding the teacup a hard time, and immediately put it back on the table: "Your Highness, it's just that it's still a little hot."

Feng Jiucheng glanced at the teacup: "Since what happened last time, Miss Ye doesn't believe me anymore." He chuckled lightly, swept the folding fan across the brand-new teacup beside him, then flicked his wrist, Picking up a teacup on the fan and placing it in front of Ye Feiwan, he added hot tea for himself and refilled it for Ye Feiwan, "The tea smells great."

Ye Feiwan glanced at her, finally picked up the teacup, and took a few sips carefully.

The new tea smells fragrant in the mouth and slides into the lungs, bringing a touch of warmth, as well as... a little dizziness in the mind.

She was slightly taken aback.

In front of him, Feng Jiucheng's appearance seemed to be a little blurred, and the smile on his lips became illusory. In the end, Ye Feiwan's consciousness was completely withdrawn, and his head fell heavily towards the table.

Feng Jiucheng almost quickly reached out his hand, and gently supported her cheek with his big hand, preventing her from hitting the wooden table, but when he touched the soft skin of her cheek, his fingertips trembled.

It was cold, but it made his palms feel numb.

In the end, he stepped forward slowly, the smile on his lips disappeared completely, his eyes were dull, and after a long time, he said slowly: "You are right if you don't believe me."

No matter how gentle she pretends to be, the coolness and cold-bloodedness in her heart can't fool anyone.

Feng Jiucheng walked to Ye Feiwan's side, looked at her tightly closed eyebrows, let her lean on his shoulder, and gently rubbed her eyebrows with the back of his hand.

The next moment, he suddenly came back to his senses, withdrew his hand, his lips were tightly pressed, and his eyes were full of complexity.

It seemed... It was the first time that he loathed his hypocrisy so much.

……

When Ye Feiwan woke up again, he was in a simple forest house. There was nothing in the house, and the air leaked from all sides. It was very dark, but because of the fire burning in the center of the forest house, it was not cold.

She turned her head, and she could see a dense snow-covered dry forest outside through the gap in the forest house.

"Are you awake?" A man's elegant voice came from behind.

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled, and he turned around quickly, his eyes full of alertness.

Seal Nine Cities.

He was still wearing the python robe, with a slight smile on his lips, looking at her.

"Where is this place? Why did you bring me here?" Ye Feiwan frowned, her guard not reduced by half.

Feng Jiucheng lowered his eyes, glanced at the scattered cloak on her body, and seemed to want to step forward to tidy it up, but Ye Feiwan took a step back to avoid his approach.

Feng Jiucheng didn't mind either, he stopped and smiled: "Ten years ago, when I was hunting with the former emperor in winter, I found this place when I was hunted down. It's been two full days."

Ye Feiwan frowned: "Why are you telling me this?"

"The first emperor loved power, especially his throne," Feng Jiucheng did not respond to her, and continued, "So, to him, my existence is nothing more than a thorn in his side, even though he had already ascended the throne at that time Two days later, Qu Taiwei, who was the Minister of the Ministry of War at that time, found me and rescued me, so I got to know Qu Yan and felt a little pity for him."

Ye Feiwan looked at him: "His Royal Highness King Rui doesn't need to tell me these things."

Feng Jiucheng chuckled: "You are right to be on guard against me."

Ye Feiwan didn't say anything this time.

"Do you want to know why you fainted?" He slowly passed the folding fan in his hand to Ye Feiwan, "The problem is not the teacup, let alone the hot tea, but it..." He will never leave this fan folding fan.

Ye Feiwan was startled, took the fan and unfolded it.

The fan bone was made of top-quality white jade, but the inside is hollowed out, and each root is full of deadly hidden weapons.

Feng Jiucheng narrowed his eyes, the secret of the folding fan has never been known.

Just as he knew since he was a child that even if he had nothing to contend with, he could not escape the fate of being assassinated even if he was born in the royal family, so he had this folding fan, and even after traveling around the world, he never left his body.

"Why did you take me here?" Ye Feiwan handed the fan back to him.

Feng Jiucheng took it casually: "Because Yanyan likes Feng Qing."

"What?" Ye Feiwan frowned.

"Make a choice," Feng Jiucheng looked at her and smiled, "Yanyan is in another part of the paddock, before night falls, let's see who Ah Qing will choose to save."

Ye Feiwan stared at him for a long time, then suddenly laughed: "You pity Qu Yan and force Feng Qing to make a choice. What did I do wrong to be tortured like this by you?"

Feng Jiucheng was stunned: "I left enough firewood, you won't be cold, besides..." He had already made a perfect plan.

"His Royal Highness," Ye Feiwan interrupted him, "I said this to Feng Qing, and it doesn't hurt to say it to you again now, 'If you like to say it, if you don't say it, she will never know', Just like you to Qu Yan. And I, I don’t want to be the fish in the pool between you anymore!”

In her heart, she was always resentful.How innocent is she?She gave up what should be given in, and also retired what should have been retired. She just wanted to spend the rest of her life in peace!

Feng Jiucheng stared at her blankly, like... want to say it?
But why, what comes to mind...is not Qu Yan?

"If I say, you will be fine here, and I will come to rescue you when the night comes, can you believe it?" He opened his mouth slowly, his face no longer smiling, but very serious.

Ye Feiwan looked at him, and for a long time suddenly let out a low laugh almost mockingly, lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Feng Jiucheng tightened his hand holding the folding fan: "You don't believe it?"

Ye Feiwan only turned around, looked at the burning fire on the ground and the firewood in the corner, and asked in a cold voice, "Why should I trust a person who has lied to me several times?"

(End of this chapter)