The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 373 Don't Give Up on Me

Ye Feiwan had a dream.

There was nothing in the dream, and she stood alone in the whiteness, constantly looking around, feeling anxious and restless.

Finally, a figure appeared in front of him. The figure was dressed in white, and it was clear that there was no wind, but his clothes kept flying, like an exiled fairy. He seemed to have heard the movement here, and turned his head to look at her.

The unparalleled brows and eyes are no longer the noble and coldness of the day, but there is a smile on the corner of his lips. He called her: "Wanwan." Then he walked towards her step by step, every step was like stepping on her foot. Average on the apex.

She heard the sound of her heart beating like thunder.

Until he stopped not far from her, looked at her, and stretched out his hand to her: "Wan Wan, come here."

Ye Feiwan stared blankly at that hand, the fingertips seemed to be dotted with dots of light, but she was full of fear in her heart, shaking her head and backing away: "Don't be nice to me, Feng Qing... don't..."

Feng Qing's face suddenly turned cold, his gaze was like ice and a cold sword, and he slashed at her, "Ye Feiwan!" The surrounding white mist surged rapidly, turning into a dense mass of darkness.

Ye Feiwan's body sank, and he fell straight down, as if falling into hell...

"Huh—" She stood up suddenly, breathing heavily, with a layer of cold sweat floating on her forehead.

It was just a dream, Ye Feiwan desperately persuaded himself, unconsciously stroking his heart...

"Ye Feiwan." Outside the curtain, a voice exactly like in the dream sounded.

Ye Feiwan was startled, her fingertips trembled violently, and she turned her head to look.

Outside the hazy curtain, only a tall and tall figure was vaguely seen standing at the window, reflecting his reflection, he turned around and walked towards her, it was still dim.

Ye Feiwan leaned against the bed unconsciously.

But the curtain had already been lifted, Feng Qing stood by the bed, looked down at her condescendingly, and was startled when he saw the cold sweat on his forehead: "Did you have a nightmare?"

Ye Feiwan's face was still pale, and he said nothing.

Feng Qing frowned, and sat on the edge of the bed: "Are you scared?" Her voice was actually somewhat gentle.

Ye Feiwan was still staring at him, she could clearly feel the beating of the hand on her heart, she put it down abruptly: "You...why did the emperor come here suddenly?"

Noticing the change in her title, Feng Qing frowned even tighter: "Did I ever ask you to call me by my first name?"

Um?Ye Feiwan was puzzled, and shook his head: "Never." The two puppets had a dispute, and it seemed normal for her to call him by his name, even though... the faces of the people around had already turned pale with fright.

"Then why did you suddenly change your title?" Feng Qing herself felt deeply that she was making a fuss over a molehill tonight. She came here without resting or reviewing the memorial late at night...to care about trivial matters such as titles.

Ye Feiwan paused: "This... is the palace after all, you are..."

"I am your man." Feng Qing interrupted her, he was very annoyed by the words "you are the emperor" that she said over and over again.

Ye Feiwan was in a state of confusion, but fortunately he quickly recovered: "But in the eyes of everyone, you are my elder brother."

"..." Feng Qing fell silent, he seemed to hate his outspokenness even more at the moment, "Tomorrow will not be the case." He said coldly, it should have been announced to everyone.

Ye Feiwan was slightly stunned, and immediately lowered her eyes to avoid his gaze: "Feng Qing, you are a sage, you are supposed to keep your promises, and there is no need to be pointed out and joked for me. Your order won't even leave the capital..."

"If you have a chance, would you be willing to stay here?" Feng Qing looked at her and said suddenly.

"..." Ye Feiwan fell silent, she couldn't tell if she was willing to stay, and she didn't want to lie.

"Heh," Feng Qing seemed to have known the result a long time ago, so he sneered, so what if he was said to be a joke by the emperor?He didn't even leave her identity behind, "Ye Feiwan, I thought you were going back to the palace to get off the carriage today, and you were shy for avoiding me like that..."

It turned out that she still wanted to escape.

Ye Feiwan moved her fingertips, her eyelashes trembled, her pale lips pursed, and she didn't say a word.

"But..." Feng Qing lowered his voice, looking at her at this moment, it was as if he had seen her shyness in front of him in the previous life, "Ye Feiwan, you used to...love me very much." He whisper.

Ye Feiwan frowned: "Really?" His voice was also calm.

Feng Qing still stared at her expression: "In the past, I asked you to go to the study to accompany me every day, to grind and add fragrance to me, but you always didn't accompany me..."

Ye Feiwan frowned: "Impossible." She asserted almost without hesitation.

Feng Qing's eyes brightened slightly: "Why?"

"..." Ye Feiwan froze for a moment, clearing away a dense fog in her mind, it was clear that she wanted to go to the study, and he always treated her coldly, but she went anyway; in the study, there was A script book that was turned upside down on the table, she vaguely remembered that Feng Qing had chosen that script...

As her head swelled, Ye Feiwan couldn't help reaching out to rub her temples.

A big hand preceded her movements.Feng Qing's index finger touched her temple lightly, and rubbed her temples one after another. The breath he exhaled had a faint cool fragrance, and his voice sounded slowly: "You also hid other people's calligraphy and paintings in your room, which made me feel sour. Jealous."

"How could it be..." Ye Feiwan frowned tightly, her temples were rubbed by that big hand, and it didn't hurt, but the familiar images from the past just rushed into her mind like this——

The portrait of that stunning beauty, the one who was about to run away with her luggage, and the one who stopped her at the gate of the palace after being drunk...

Ye Feiwan opened his eyes wide, it seemed... It was the first time that man explained something to her, the anger of running away from home was replaced by joy before it dissipated.

But what should have been a beautiful memory, she recalled bursts of sadness.

It turns out...the relationship with Feng Qing that she deliberately forgot was not as bad as she imagined.But why... did they come to this point?
The eye sockets suddenly became moist.

"What's the matter?" After waiting for a long time for no response, Feng Qing lowered her eyes, only seeing those teary eyes in the dark, her heart tightened, and she hurriedly said, "Head hurts again? I'm going to announce the imperial physician..."

"No." Ye Feiwan interrupted him, only vaguely looked at Feng Qing in front of him for a long time, "Tell me, I used to love you very much..."

Feng Qing's expression froze, but he still said: "...Yes."

Ye Feiwan couldn't help squinting her eyes, trying to control the soreness in her eyes. She actually...had a little faith, but she didn't dare to let herself believe it, so she forced a smile: "But what about you, Feng Qing?"

Feng Qing was stunned, looking at the smile on her lips: "What?"

"You...why tell me those things?" Ye Feiwan looked up at his hesitation, and added a little sarcasm to his smile, "You don't love me."

Feng Qing's lips moved slightly, and her eyes fell from her cheeks to her eyebrows, watching her bright eyes gradually become dark and dark, and the hand on her temples slowly moved to her shoulders, The next moment he hugged her tightly: "You can't give up on me, Ye Feiwan."

He only has her.

(End of this chapter)