Chapter 387
Feng Qing sat quietly behind the desk in the imperial study, her brows were furrowed, and she unconsciously rubbed her temples with one hand.

Feng Jiucheng has always been used to idle clouds and wild cranes. He doesn't like the capital city, let alone the imperial city. He once said that the huge palace is full of deathly coldness, and countless corpses are buried in every inch of land.

Therefore, he rarely enters the palace.

Now, it is really rare to come to see him early in the morning.

"His Royal Highness King Rui is here." Outside the door, Gao Feng's steady voice sounded.

Feng Qing put down her hands, and raised her eyes again, except for her pale face, her expression was already intact.

The door of the imperial study room was gently pushed open, and Feng Jiucheng walked in. He was still wearing a bamboo green robe as usual, his long hair was tied up with a green jade belt, and he was casually playing with a folding fan in his hand.

Feng Qing looked up at him, but her heart was filled with anger.

It was him yesterday who took Ye Feiwan out and played all day.He knew... what day was yesterday!
Just as Feng Qing opened her lips to speak, she saw Feng Jiucheng knelt down in front of the case: "Minister, refer to the emperor." His expression was serious rather than submissive, extremely serious.

Feng Qing frowned even tighter: "What does the emperor mean?"

He had never asked him to kneel before, but now, he made such a big gift to him.

Feng Jiucheng was still kneeling in the distance, with a calm expression: "Thinking about it carefully, you and I are different as monarchs and ministers after all. I have never paid a big gift to you, and I will do it today." He was silent for a moment, He continued with a low laugh, "Of course, today I'm also here to plead guilty."

Feng Qing squinted her eyes: "What is the crime of the emperor?"

Feng Jiucheng looked down at the velvet blanket on the ground, and the corners of his lips curved slightly: "Yesterday, I took Miss Ye out of the palace without His Majesty's consent, which is really a crime."

Feng Qing's expression was tense, just thinking of that woman playing with the man next to him all day, he felt unknowable soreness in his heart, but this feeling couldn't be shared with anyone.

"Really? Uncle Huang also knows that it is a sin to take her out of the palace?" His voice was low and depressed, "Then Uncle Huang dares to take her out?"

Feng Jiucheng was stunned for a moment, and just now, he could hear the surlyness from his nephew's tone: "Yesterday, the emperor was accompanied by a beautiful woman, and I saw Miss Ye alone, so I decided to take her with me. out."

Feng Qing's fingertips trembled slightly, Feng Jiucheng knew a little about Qu Yan, but...

"You are for Qu Yan?" He narrowed his eyes and asked in a deep voice.

Feng Jiucheng frowned: "What does the emperor mean?"

"Whether it's because of others or not, you approached Ye Feiwan." Feng Qing pursed her thin lips tightly, her words were a little hoarse, "From now on, please keep your distance from her."

Feng Jiucheng's body stiffened slightly: "Miss Ye is free, the emperor wants to..."

"She is my woman." Feng Qing interrupted him.

"It used to be," Feng Jiucheng raised his head slowly, although he was still kneeling on the ground, but his gaze was unyielding, gentle and calm, "Afterwards, it wasn't anymore, was it?"

Feng Qing's face was slightly pale, even paler than before, and he stared blankly at the man in front of him.

For the first time, I saw a rare emotion like stubbornness in this idle man. After pausing for a moment, Feng Qing slowly turned his eyes and stopped looking at him: "Qu Yan was in a bad mood yesterday. Go to Taiwei Mansion to comfort you."

Feng Jiucheng suddenly laughed lowly: "Ah Qing, do you really like Qu Yan?"

Feng Qing looked at him expressionlessly, without moving, his eyes were dark, like a bottomless ancient well.

"Or, should I ask this way," Feng Jiucheng pondered for a moment, then said quietly again, "Do you like Miss Ye?"

This time, in the ancient well that had been silent for too long, if there was stagnant water, Feng Qing's eyes tightened, he swallowed the bitterness in his mouth, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

In the end, he said in a hoarse voice, "I don't need to tell you who I like."

"It's really unnecessary," Feng Jiucheng nodded in agreement, "But Ah Qing, I heard that Miss Ye has forgotten something."

Feng Qing's expression changed in shock, his hands, hidden under the desk, clenched into fists unconsciously, the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, and his bones were awkward: "If you have something to say, the emperor might as well speak up."

"Yesterday, Ye Feiwan thought that I took her out of the palace to keep her from disturbing you and Qu Yan. She also said something to me. Guess what she said?" Feng Jiucheng didn't wait. Feng Qing's response continued, "She said, what she wants is 'a couple for life', which an emperor can't give her. So she wants me to rest assured that she will not be the one between you and Qu. The barrier between the smoke."

Feng Qing's hand trembled slightly. It turned out... In that woman's heart, an unsatisfactory ending had already been prepared for them.

It turned out that she had already made preparations that she would leave the capital one day.

It turned out...he was the only one who thought that she would always be by his side.

"Ah Qing, what Miss Ye said may be right," Feng Jiucheng's voice sounded again, and he seemed to have thought of something, and his voice quieted down, "Back then, the late emperor loved your mother so much, even though I was still young You are young, but you still see it in your eyes. However, after all, he personally killed your mother's mother clan, and Miss Ye, the Ye family behind her, became the victim of this change of imperial power after all..."

"Enough!" Feng Qing stood up abruptly, dizzy, he hurriedly stood up, concealing the overwhelming panic in his heart, Feng Jiucheng's words undoubtedly hit his fearful thoughts all day long.

He wanted Ye Feiwan to remember how much she loved her, but he was afraid that she would remember those cruel pasts.

He could only carefully repeat the beauty of the past little by little, and let her know that there was such a tacit understanding between them.

The next moment, Feng Qing grabbed his token on the case table and threw it in front of Feng Jiucheng, "This is your token. If you want to stay in the capital, you can continue to stay. If you don't want to, I will also send you a token." People send each other..."

"Ah Qing, you are afraid." Feng Jiucheng looked at the token thrown on the ground, with a calm voice, he picked up the token casually.

"Get out." Feng Qing suddenly pointed to the door.

Feng Jiucheng took a look at him, and stood up slowly. Between the staggered robes, a corner of the hidden pendant at the waist was inadvertently exposed.

Feng Qing's eyes froze, staring at the pendant in that corner, as if struck by lightning, his expression was pale.

Feng Jiucheng didn't leave, he still stood in the same place: "Ah Qing, you must like Miss Ye, but this liking is not love after all. How can you let her go when she is trapped in the capital?"

Let her go?

Feng Qing listened, Feng Jiucheng's voice was still so elegant, but what he said made people feel bloodthirsty in his heart.

And the pendant... the concentric knot made of red silk that stretches beyond the cheeks, and the half pearl hanging from the knot...

Yesterday, he had seen it on Ye Feiwan's waist, and it was exactly the same.

(End of this chapter)

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