The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 371 I Have Heard This Paragraph

Feng Qing's hand paused, and a little crumbs fell from the donkey's rolling.

He looked at the woman in front of him, he didn't seem to understand what she said just now, and after a while he asked back: "What did you say?"

Ye Feiwan pursed her lips and avoided his gaze: "Use serving chopsticks."

Feng Qing's face darkened, she clearly disliked him, even though...the bamboo chopsticks in his hand had never been used: "You..." He opened his lips to say something.

"You treated me like this before." Ye Feiwan interrupted him quietly.

He hates her touch and refuses to eat the food she puts in. Now, why can't she dislike him?
Feng Qing froze, but unlike Cai Cai's gloominess, he was a little dazed.She... remembers a little?Looking down at the donkey rolling in front of her eyes, is it possible that... the rebirth of the old scene and the repetition of the old things will cause ripples and impressions in her heart?
Seeing Feng Qing's uncertain expression, Ye Feiwan's heart tightened. He said, "Forget it, I was just joking..."

Before he finished speaking, he stopped.

Feng Qing put down the bamboo chopsticks in her hand, took the male chopsticks at the side and picked up another piece of donkey rolling, and slowly placed it on the plate in front of her, holding the dark brown bamboo chopsticks lightly with her slender fingers like jade, calmly and dignifiedly.

Ye Feiwan was stunned.

"Eat." Feng Qing raised his eyes and glanced at her.

Ye Feiwan met Feng Qing's gaze, picked up the chopsticks and put the donkey roll into his mouth. The sweet, greasy and sticky donkey roll now tasted like chewing wax. The beating is getting faster and faster.

"Okay!" There was a burst of applause from the audience, accompanied by the applause of the guests.

Ye Feiwan snapped back to his senses, just as he heard the storyteller slapping Xingmu on the table with a "snap", his beard trembled, his eyes were lively and energetic, and he was still telling the unfinished story.

"...It is said that Miss Zhang's family and General Zhao were childhood sweethearts, and Miss Zhang's infatuation was given to General Zhao. Although she was arrogant, she was a delicate and famous lady in front of the General. However, General Zhao couldn't understand the style, and her heart was full of love. I just want to wield swords and swords, and go to the battlefield to make great achievements.”

The audience in the audience was full of regret.

The storyteller's eyes were raised again: "Miss Zhang's family also doesn't let men with eyebrows, since she is too soft, she is straightforward, this time she actually sent a letter directly to the Zhao family, and wrote a book 'Yueshang Liushaotou' , after dusk.'”

The audience all snickered, presumably this pair of little lovers were about to puncture the window paper.

The storyteller's voice was a bit tense: "Unexpectedly, that night, Miss Zhao's family waited all night by the willow tree under the moon, but she never waited for anyone to come! After returning, she became seriously ill, and her high fever did not subside for half a month... and Zhao Little General..."

Speaking of this, Mr. Storyteller purposefully turned his back and cast a glance at everyone in the audience.Some impatient listeners shouted: "What happened to General Zhao?!"

The storyteller took a sip from the teacup, cleared his throat: "And General Zhao left the capital half a month ago, and he didn't leave the word for Miss Zhang, and went with the army to the border."

The crowd was silent for a while, and the impatient person just now yelled again: "Can't we marry a woman first and then go to the border?"

Someone followed suit.

Ye Feiwan listened quietly, and she actually listened to what the storyteller said so vividly.

The storyteller waved his folding fan: "If we say that the world is impermanent, it is probably the case. General Zhao went to the border without realizing his own thoughts. Miss Zhang's family waited for three years. For a lifelong event, I agreed to Mr. Zhao's proud student Mr. Xu as his son-in-law, but he said that Mr. Xu has a gentle and elegant life, has read four books and five classics, is full of literary talents, and is even more considerate to Miss Zhao..."

Feng Qing listened, her eyebrows gradually furrowed.This student, no matter how he heard it, reminded him of one person——Nan Mo.

He turned his head and glanced at the woman beside him, seeing that she was listening intently, his heart became more and more displeased, he took the serving chopsticks and rolled a piece of donkey to her plate.

Ye Feiwan was interrupted by him, his thoughts were gradually withdrawn from the story, and he turned to look at Feng Qing.

"Come here to eat." Feng Qing said without changing his expression.

Ye Feiwan rolled the donkey and ate it, still fully listening to the story just now.

"...Yong Yong Mingyan, the first day of the rising sun, the letter of engagement has been issued, the dowry has been given, and the marriage between Miss Zhang and Mr. Xu has been settled in this way. But it is said that Miss Zhang has waited for the young general Zhao for three years, and when Disappointed, this time the marriage went smoothly. Over there, Little General Zhao spent three years at the border and made great military exploits, but he also became enlightened, and began to miss Xiao Qingmei who used to follow behind him."

All the guests were silent, listening to the missed pair of "little mandarin ducks".

"Ms. Zhang and Mr. Xu wanted to get married. The news spread to the border. General Zhao was on the battlefield, and he suddenly appeared like a demon. After beheading several enemy generals, he vomited blood and fainted on the ground. After waking up, he The horse rushed towards the capital..."

"We must catch up!" Some guests shouted.

The storyteller smiled: "Running with eight horses paralyzed for seven days and seven nights, General Zhao finally rushed back to the capital. This day is the day when Miss Zhang and Mr. Xu get married, and the city is full of joy and excitement. Ms. Zhang Jia put on her wedding dress and was about to enter the gate of the Xu family when she heard a loud shout from behind. When she looked back, it was Little General Zhao."

Ye Feiwan pursed her red lips and lowered her eyes slightly.

The storyteller's voice lowered: "Miss Zhang turned around and didn't take off the hipa. After all, it was three years too late. For her, seeing General Zhao again and An Sheng is enough, so she just smiled and said : 'Let's send it here.' Then turn around and step into the wedding hall."

With a "snap", Xingmu was startled, "It's just like 'mandarin ducks fly together, one south and one north...'"

Some of the guests in the audience lowered their eyes and sighed, while others were filled with righteous indignation and dissatisfaction.

Ye Feiwan only lowered his eyes, "Let's send it here", after all, it was a farewell, but it was inexplicably sore to hear people's eyes.

She wiped her eyes casually, turned her head to look, and met Feng Qing's pale face.

He was also looking at her, he thought of the situation where she was wearing a wedding dress and almost married Fu Xian, he was almost late...almost like the person in the book...

"What?" Seeing him staring at her, Ye Feiwan was puzzled.

Feng Qing only shook her head, and stretched out her hand for a long time to caress her eyes. This time, she didn't dodge.

His fingertips received a drop of tear.

Ye Feiwan was startled, and then laughed: "Look, everyone who listened to the book cried, how painful the people in the book must be."

The people in the book are childhood sweethearts, happy for two lives, how can there be wishful thinking and pain from bruises all over the body?
Feng Qing pursed her lips, got up suddenly and walked out the door, and returned after a short while.

Ye Feiwan was puzzled.

But at this time, the storyteller who had already made the conclusion in the audience slapped him awake again: "Everyone, there is still something wrong with that story."

Ye Feiwan turned her head and glanced at Feng Qing, but the latter only looked at the storyteller with her thin lips tightly pursed and expressionless.

The storyteller said: "Little General Zhao broke into the wedding hall alone, just like entering the battlefield alone at the border. In vain, he robbed the bride and ran away. On the horseback, the wedding dress was like a cloud, and behind him were the Zhang family's pursuers. However, General Zhao embraced Baoyu in his arms and said, "Love and hate have nothing to do, life and death go hand in hand"..."

This time, the story is really over.

Ye Feiwan listened to the abrupt ending and looked at the man beside him.

Feng Qing's frowning brows gradually relaxed, and she met her gaze: "Why?"

Ye Feiwan said: "How much money did you give that storyteller?"

Feng Qing hesitated: "Why don't you think that this story ends like this?" They... were meant to be together.

Ye Feiwan paused for a moment, then said in a low voice for a long time: "Feng Qing, I have heard this story before."

The ending is missed.

(End of this chapter)