The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 372
The carriage drove along the official road and finally returned to the palace before dark.

Along the way, Feng Qing didn't say anything, just sat in the carriage with a calm face, but her lips were pale, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Ye Feiwan visited his father today, and because of what happened to the scholar, his mind gradually sank.

"Your majesty, drive back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation?" Gao Feng asked in a low voice outside the carriage.

Feng Qing opened her eyes, quickly glanced at Ye Feiwan in front of her, and said in her throat, "En."

The only one who can ride a carriage in the palace is the current Holy Majesty. Suddenly, as the carriage passed by, many guards knelt down one after another.

Until the entrance of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

"Welcome the emperor back to the palace." A group of palace people stood cautiously on both sides and said respectfully.

Feng Qing got out of the carriage first, followed by Ye Feiwan, but it was unknown whether it was sitting for a long time, or something else, when her feet touched the ground, her legs went limp, and she almost fell forward.

Feng Qing reached out and grabbed her palm almost instantly, and supported her.

Just like what he did when he went to Qingshan in the outskirts of the city today, exactly the same.

Ye Feiwan's heart suddenly felt as if it had been scalded. Feng Qing's fingertips were cold and broad, and he easily held her hand in his palm, and his slender fingers wrapped around her five fingers. The coldness seemed to flow along her body. Fingers, bit by bit spread to her heart...

Ye Feiwan withdrew his hand abruptly, his face was red and white but he didn't answer, and he said after a while: "I'm going back to Jiuhua Palace first."

Feng Qing looked at her quick retraction and frowned slightly: "In such a hurry?"

"The Hall of Mental Cultivation...how can women be allowed to enter at will." Ye Feiwan laughed dryly, turned around and walked towards the Hall of Nine Flowers, her footsteps flustered.

Suyun was waiting at the gate of the Jiuhua Hall, and saw Ye Feiwan approaching from a distance, she hurried forward to meet him, but before she could salute, she saw the visitor's face pale, and hurried forward: "Miss, what's the matter?" ?”

Ye Feiwan was startled: "What?"

"The girl's complexion..." Suyun paused, "It's a bit ugly, but what's wrong? Or is it related to the wound?"

Ye Feiwan was breathless, and finally shook her head: "I'm fine," she said, looking down at her fingertips, shaking slightly, "Suyun, I'm a little tired, let's go rest for a while. "

Really tired, not just tired, but also... Panic.

The bedroom is still the same as she left it, with the stove burning quietly beside it.

Ye Feiwan sat quietly in front of the dressing table, with a dazed expression on his face, and it took him a while to calm down. He took the bronze mirror and wanted to remove the pearl hairpin from his head.

But he stopped when he saw the woman reflected in the bronze mirror.

In the bronze mirror, her lips were pale, but... her face was filled with an indescribable redness, which was not caused by the cold weather, but...

Ye Feiwan stretched out his hand, touched his cheek lightly, and then slowly landed on his heart.

Just now, when Feng Qing held her hand so tightly, she heard the sound of her heart beating violently.

When it shouldn't be beating, and to the person who shouldn't be beating, beating like a drum.

She snapped back to her senses, forcefully removed all the beaded hairpins on her head, and her bun fell apart. Seeing the face of the person in the bronze mirror gradually returning to normal, she just calmed down a bit.

……

In the imperial study.

The candlelight flickered quietly on the candlestick, flickering on and off.

There are memorials and secret letters on the case table, which are slightly scattered.

Feng Qing watched quietly, the most powerful and secret place in the world suddenly felt full of loneliness.

This morning, he was still thinking that maybe Ye Feiwan could remember how deeply she loved him, but he never thought that he was afraid instead.

"Feng Qing, you keep yourself here every night, aren't you bored? I've only been here for a day and I'm bored!" A woman's delicate voice sounded beside the table.

Feng Qing turned her head and looked, Ye Feiwan was leaning on the out of place table boredly, looking at him with bored eyes, but when she noticed his calm gaze, her eyes lit up again: "But Don't worry, I'll be with you! I'll give you...a lot of ink!"

Feng Qing couldn't help but curled his lips into a smile, and walked over there involuntarily, but the smile on the corner of his lips suddenly dissipated - the place was empty and pitch black.

It's just an illusion.

Ye Feiwan was not there, she was in Jiuhua Palace, so close, yet extremely far away, within reach, but always out of reach.

But in fact, their in-laws are not just suffering from pain and suffering——

In the previous life, she would accompany him in the study, flipping through the scriptures while he reviewed the so-called important events on the desk. At first, he was reluctant, but later, he gradually got used to it.

If the ink was gone, he would call his servants to come in at first, and as time went by, she would always notice every time he raised his head, and then she got up and walked to his side, rubbing the ink while looking at the text of his reply, saying He muttered: "The grand master's handwriting is not as good as yours." In her eyes, it seems...he is always good.

And at that time, under her persevering begging, he would also choose some good-looking scripts for her, and a script could pass her time for three to five days.Rows of bookshelves are full of ancient books on national policy and strategy, but at some point, there is an extra bookshelf dedicated to story books.

Later, in the previous life, he stroked the bookshelf by himself over and over again, thinking of the person who was lazily leaning on the soft couch to read the scriptures, resenting her for daring to leave alone, and hating her for not being able to take care of her even though she was suffering from the wind and cold. Instead, seek relief wholeheartedly!
At that time, she would still be bitter and jealous because she found a portrait of a woman next to him in his study, and the two had a cold war for nearly a month, and he waited for her to take the initiative to seek peace, as always.But that time, he only waited until Gao Feng said embarrassingly: "Miss Ye is packing her luggage this morning, and she seems to be...leaving."

Leaving... He finally panicked in his heart, but he was unwilling to go to her, so he drank a lot of wine, stopped her who was about to leave, and said through gritted teeth: "Do you think this king jumped out of a crack in the rock?" ?”

That portrait is nothing more than a portrait of my mother!

Thinking about it now, in fact, at that time, he already cared a little bit.

And Ye Feiwan at that time...

Feng Qing couldn't help squinting her eyes. At that time, her ears were red, she lowered her head and didn't dare to look at him, and finally fled in despair.She looked so much like... the one who got off the carriage today.

Feng Qing's heart skipped a beat, Ye Feiwan was in the evening, but... shy?
Once a delusional thought arose in my heart, I couldn't suppress it anymore, and even my breathing became a little urgent.

He wanted to see Ye Feiwan, even if he had only parted an hour ago, he just wanted to see her.

Since she can still recall some of the past, then...just remember those good times, those painful and desperate ones, as long as he remembers them.

Getting up, Feng Qing quickly walked towards the door.

"Emperor?" The servant was slightly startled.

"Show the Jiuhua Palace."

(End of this chapter)