The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 357 Why Was She Chosen?

The door of the wooden house was knocked open quickly, and the horses outside were startled and neighing.

Night has come.

Ye Feiwan was supported by two men in black, and she walked towards the door. The cold wind poured in, her eyelashes trembled from the cold, and the cloak on her shoulders fell to the ground during the walk. Unable to retrieve it, wearing only a fiery red military uniform, he was dragged into the wind and snow.

His cheeks were burning hot, and they were probably red and swollen, but the night wind was cold, piercing to the bone.

Ye Feiwan squinted her eyes from the cold, her footprints on the ground were in a mess, her elbow was turned over, her arm seemed to be broken, and she struggled unconsciously.

"Don't move!" The black-clothed man who was restraining her said fiercely, and his strength became stronger.

Ye Feiwan even faintly sensed the slight sound of the frozen bones, her face turned pale, Feng Qing went in the opposite direction, did she go to save Qu Yan?
She had guessed it a long time ago, so she was not unwilling.It's just... there is still a bit of stubbornness in her heart, even if Feng Qing never came to rescue her, she still wanted to leave more marks, even if... was seen by anyone else, even if there was only a glimmer of life.

She didn't want to die in this withered winter, inexplicably, she didn't want to... It seemed that she had died before.

But the next moment, her cheeks were suddenly cold, and then the coldness began to become dense, one after another, falling on her cheeks, hair and military uniform.

Ye Feiwan froze.

After a long time, she slowly raised her eyes.

The night was reflected a little light by the snow on the ground, and the snowflakes fell down freely, sprinkled between the vast sky and the earth.

It's snowing again.

What "every cloudy day will be sunny" doesn't count on her anymore. It was gloomy for so long a while ago, and I thought it would be clearer today, but...it was gloomy again.

This snow will soon bury the imprint of her struggle, as if... she never appeared.

Feng Qing went in the opposite direction, he finally chose Qu Yan;
The snow fell from heaven, hiding her only sign of survival.

It turns out...it is so difficult for those who are not cherished to survive.

"Hurry up, get out of here while it's snowing!" someone shouted beside her ear.

Ye Feiwan didn't struggle this time, but felt that she was thrown lightly onto the horse's back. The saddle hurt her waist and abdomen, the horse's hooves bumped, and the bones in her arm seemed to be broken in half, and the pain penetrated to the marrow.

A gust of cold wind was blowing on her cheeks, her hands and feet were a little stiff, and after some time, she...had no feeling at all.

In the wooden house, the lingering flames were still flickering and burning, but... no one was seen.

……

It was only half an hour before and after.

A team of well-trained people galloped all the way here.

The leader was dressed in black, his black hair was tied high, his originally handsome face was tense at the moment, and his eyebrows were three points colder than the cold winter.

On a cold winter night, there were still large swaths of snow falling, but he was not wearing a cloak, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and his expression was solemn.

Feng Qing.

Behind him, Feng Jiucheng, who was wearing a python robe, occasionally looked at Feng Qing's back with complicated eyes.From the very beginning, it was a conspiracy led by him.

He just didn't expect that after only one glance at Qu Yan, Feng Qing would turn his head to look at him with deep and dark eyes, and then gallop towards him quickly.

Gao Feng and a group of guards frantically whipped their whips and followed behind.

The horse raised its front hoofs high and neighed in the winter night. The snowflakes scattered a little, and finally stopped in front of the wooden house.

In the wooden house, the flickering fire can still be seen faintly, blooming quietly in the night.

Feng Qing had already dismounted.

The same is true for Feng Jiucheng, who followed closely behind him: "Your Majesty, Miss Ye is here..." His words stopped abruptly when he reached the door.

The door of the wooden house on the side was wide open, gusts of cold wind poured in, making the wooden door rattle.

At the door, a snow-white cloak was scattered.

And the house was already empty, and there was no one else.

Feng Qing stood at the door, squinting at the solitary flame inside, and said in an exceptionally calm voice, "Where's the person?"

Feng Jiucheng frowned: "Impossible, she should..."

What should have been, he didn't say.

Just because...he clearly saw chaotic footsteps on the ground in the wooden house, obviously someone had been there.

In the corner, a bundle of firewood was split in half.

Gao Feng stepped forward, squatted on the ground and took out a fire folder to check. After seeing it clearly, his expression tightened, and he turned and knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty, the firewood was cut in two with a sword. Your subordinates have checked it and it is a new one. Cut it, I'm afraid that person... has a lot of martial arts skills."

new cut.

Feng Qing didn't say anything, just looked down at the snow-white cloak on the ground, then slowly squatted on the ground, holding the cloak in her hand.

It seems that the fragrance of the woman's body can be faintly smelled from above.

Feng Qing narrowed his eyes, but saw something, and quickly unfolded the cloak. The next moment, his hands trembled uncontrollably.

The two drops of blood had already turned dark red on the cloak, so glaring.

Feng Jiucheng's expression changed drastically.

Feng Qing stood up slowly, turned to look at him: "Where's the person?" Still only this sentence.

Feng Jiucheng's lips were slightly pale, and he was still staring at the two drops of blood on the cloak. His usual clear expression was tense at this moment, and a few traces of fear appeared in his eyes: "I never thought..."

"I ask you, where is the person?" Feng Qingfu asked again, but this time before Feng Jiucheng's response, he suddenly coughed.

At first it was a slight low cough, but later it turned into an uncontrollable, heart-piercing cough. His hands were still clenched tightly on the cloak, and the blue veins on the back of his hands were abrupt. In the end, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, a wisp of blood The line slides slowly along the corners of the lips.

"Your Majesty." Gao Feng was shocked.

Feng Qing only raised his hand, and his face gradually calmed down: "Gao Feng, send someone to surround the paddock, and no living things should be let go. Search for a hundred miles around this place, and don't let a single inch of land go. Digging the ground three feet, you have to Get him back intact!"

She can't do anything, she can't be so ruthless and leave him alone again.

After the order was finished, Feng Qing just turned around, her face was lifeless and pale, and she was about to leave here without even looking at Feng Jiucheng.Then at the next moment, his footsteps suddenly softened, and he fell straight forward, unexpectedly... he lost consciousness in a hurry.

"Your Majesty..." Gao Feng wanted to step forward.

Feng Jiucheng, however, had sharp eyesight and quickly stretched out his hands to support Feng Qing, supporting his body so that he would not fall, but he paused when he saw the snow-white cloak in his hand from the corner of his eye.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to take out the cloak from Feng Qing's hand, but he never thought that Feng Qing's strength would suddenly increase, holding on to the cloak tightly, never relaxing, just like... back then when he was almost paranoid to keep a certain woman by his side.

Feng Jiucheng finally gave up, just looking at the dark red blood on the cloak, he couldn't help but clenched his hand holding the folding fan tightly.

It seems to be the first time... I regret it.

It was also the first time...a terrifying bloodthirsty intent surged in my heart.

(End of this chapter)