The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 370 Like?

his woman...

Ye Feiwan froze in the same place, looking at Feng Qing who was close in front of her, she couldn't see the scenery in his eyes, nor could she guess what was going on in his heart.

In the end, she withdrew her gaze and walked to the grave with her head down.

Behind him, Feng Qing always followed suit.

Ye Feiwan stood still, only looking at the handwriting on the tombstone, above which was engraved his father's life.It's just...she came in a hurry, and she didn't bring her father's favorite snacks and wine.

She squatted halfway, reaching out her hand to brush off the snow from the handwriting, but stretched out a big hand at the side, waved it casually, and flicked the wide sleeve on the tombstone, and the tombstone had been restored as new.

Ye Feiwan was taken aback.

Feng Qing was like her, squatting down, with a tall figure slightly bent, he is the emperor, there is no need to be like this...

"You..." Ye Feiwan was about to speak.

"Your Majesty." Gao Feng's voice came from behind him, holding a jar of wine respectfully in his hand.

"En." Feng Qing responded in a low voice, and took the wine jar over.

He was originally indifferent to family affection, but the appearance of Nanmo just now made his heart feel like a needle prick.

The wine cork was opened, and a good smell of wine was carried around by the wind.Ye Feiwan was slightly startled, this was his father's favorite wine during his lifetime.

Feng Qing only held the wine jar, and slowly dumped it in front of the tombstone, her thin lips pressed together tightly.

All the clear and cold wine was sprinkled in front of the tombstone, splashing little by little.Ye Feiwan stared blankly, only to feel that the wine seemed to be poured on her heart, which made her heart feel cold, but... trembled slightly.

When the wine was exhausted, the last drop of sake slowly splashed down from the edge of the wine jar, just like a drop of water on the lake in her heart, splashing layers of ripples.

"I will treat her well." Feng Qing looked at the tombstone with a very soft voice.

He never said "Zhen", just like... an ordinary man expressing his infatuation to his father-in-law.

Ye Feiwan's heart suddenly moved violently.

She stood up abruptly, looking at the man who was still squatting in front of the tombstone with eyes full of bewilderment. She didn't like him being nice to her, and he shouldn't be nice to her either.Between them...

"Why?" Sensing her strangeness, Feng Qing looked up at her and asked back.

Ye Feiwan, however, seemed to have been hit hard, his face was pale, and the next moment he turned around abruptly and walked towards the carriage, his steps were messy but fast.

Feng Qing frowned, glanced at the tombstone, and finally turned and followed.

There was silence in the carriage.

Ever since Ye Feiwan returned to the carriage, he kept his eyes downcast, his fingers clenched tightly on his sleeves, and his lips were bloodless.

For a long time, whether she was forced by Feng Qing to return to the capital or stay in the palace, she has always been calm, because her heart is like still water, no matter where she is.

But just now, when he realized that his heart would only move for him with a few plain words, the fear engraved in his bones suddenly surged up.

Feng Qing is not someone she can fall in love with, he has someone else in his heart, he is an emperor, and in the future, he is doomed not to be a couple forever.

He... is not her home.

"What exactly happened?" Feng Qing frowned, his face darkened, looking at the distraught woman, but suddenly thought of something, his brows tightened a little, "Is the injury not healed? Or is the shoulder hurting again?" ..." As he said that, he wanted to stretch out his hand to look at Ye Feiwan's shoulder bones.

His hands froze.

Ye Feiwan avoided his hand with a particularly violent reaction—it was the first time she avoided him since returning from injury.

Feng Qing paused for a long time, "...why?"

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled. The escape just now was almost a subconscious reaction. Even if his hand hadn't touched her, it would have been scorching hot: "Just now in front of my father's grave, why... did you say that?" She slowly He opened his mouth and finally asked.

"What..." Feng Qing's rhetorical question came to an abrupt end, and he immediately realized what he had just said, panicked in his heart, his ears were filled with heat, and he said firmly for a while, "I want to reassure my heart."

Peace of mind.

Ye Feiwan heard his words, and the panic in her heart gradually relaxed, ignoring the faint depression, she slowly let go of the hand that was holding her sleeve tightly.

Feng Qing frowned, and felt... She seemed to be relieved. He was kind to her, but it was a burden to her?His voice sank a bit: "You have nothing to say?"

Ye Feiwan was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, and finally looked at him: "Thank you on behalf of my father."

After listening to her, Feng Qing's face became more and more gloomy, and his whole body was icy cold.

Ye Feiwan shrank unconsciously.

Outside the carriage, there was a burst of cheers.

Ye Feiwan hurriedly opened the car window as if he had been liberated from the ice, only now did he realize that the carriage had entered the official road market, and the surroundings gradually became lively. There was a restaurant in front of it, and a storyteller in the restaurant was telling a story , the applause just now was probably sent by the listener.

Listen to the book...

Ye Feiwan squinted her eyes. In the past, she would often wear men's clothes and hold a folding fan, sitting artfully on the second floor listening to a book.It's just that men and women are different after all, and the waiter in the shop can always recognize her as a girl.

"Like?" A man's voice came from behind.

Ye Feiwan looked back in a daze, and was meeting Feng Qing's gaze. In his eyes, there seemed to be hidden emotions that would not be put away in the future, and there was a bit of tenderness in the depths, but when she looked intently, the tenderness was nothing but illusions one game.

"It's rare to take a bath today, so it's okay to try the food in this restaurant," Feng Qing bowed slowly, "Gao Feng, stop the horse."

"Yes." Outside the carriage, Gao Feng's voice came very quickly.

Ye Feiwan stared at his profile, Feng Qing seemed to be very talkative today.

"Aren't you going to get out of the car?" Feng Qing stood outside the car, raised his eyebrows and looked at her. He was dressed in white, and his whole body seemed to emit a layer of white light, which made people dare not look directly at her.

Until sitting on the second floor of the restaurant, facing the storyteller, Ye Feiwan's expression was still dazed. This feeling was extremely unreal.

Another burst of applause brought her back to her senses, and at the same time, the corners of her lips felt soft and waxy.

She turned her eyes in shock, and saw Feng Qing rolling towards her lips with a donkey in bamboo chopsticks in his hand.

"What are you doing?" Ye Feiwan hurriedly dodged backwards.

Feng Qing watched her movements and frowned slightly: "Don't like it?"

Ye Feiwan paused for a moment: "It has nothing to do with whether I like it or not, it's just Feng Qing, you don't have to be like this..."

"You treated me like this before." Feng Qing interrupted her.

"What?" Ye Feiwan was puzzled, but the next moment his temples suddenly tightened, causing a sharp pain.

"Feng Qing, this peach blossom cake is very delicious, try it!" In the memory, the flushed woman held a piece of peach blossom cake and sent it to the lips of the man in front of her.

But the man almost avoided her hand in disgust. He is fond of cleanliness, so why would he use the chopsticks she used?
The woman's eyes darkened, but she quickly smiled again, put down the chopsticks in her hand, took the serving chopsticks and put another piece on the plate in front of the man: "It's really delicious."

After speaking, as if to prove the "deliciousness", she ate two big pieces, lowered her head and chewed, but she looked very sad.

that's her...

Ye Feiwan suddenly came back to his senses, the sadness from that time seemed to still remain in his heart.

Right in front of her, Feng Qing still stubbornly pinched the donkey to her lips.

Ye Feiwan lowered his eyes and glanced at the table: "Use serving chopsticks."

(End of this chapter)