The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 389 Don't You Just Like This?

Ye Feiwan froze when he heard the voice close to his ears.

In the next moment, she suddenly realized that she got up and wanted to turn her head to look, but a big hand was pressed on her shoulder. The big hand obviously didn't use any force, but it easily restrained her and couldn't move at all.

"The comb is still in the hair, do you want to tear off a piece of scalp when you get up?" Feng Qing wrote lightly.

Ye Feiwan sat down stiffly. He closed his eyes and fell asleep just now. At this moment, he saw that the figure of a man in white was clearly reflected in the bronze mirror. The bronze mirror was too low, and only his almost perfect jaw, thin lips and tight lips were reflected. sipping,

Ye Feiwan lowered his head and could see his face.

His eyebrows are picturesque, handsome like a fairy, especially at this moment, his expression is focused, which is even more attractive.It's just... Ye Feiwan didn't know if it was her illusion, Feng Qing looked a little sluggish today, even the big hand on the shoulder was hotter than usual.

When she was looking at him in the bronze mirror, the man in the bronze mirror suddenly raised his eyes and looked straight at him: "What are you looking at?" His voice was still hoarse, but his voice softened a bit.

Ye Feiwan quickly turned his eyes away: "It's nothing." After finishing speaking, he thought of something again, "You...why come here suddenly?"

Feng Qing brushed her long hair with a hand: "There was supposed to be a palace banquet last night, and I will take a rest today, but I canceled the palace banquet." The tone was light.

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled. Yesterday... there was supposed to be a birthday party for Feng Qing, right?He has a noble status and should have spent it grandly.

"What are you thinking?" Seeing that she was silent, Feng Qing took the initiative to speak.

Ye Feiwan came back to his senses and shook his head: "It's nothing."

"Yeah." Feng Qing put the wooden comb aside, and stroked her long hair with one hand.

Ye Feiwan's back was straight, his body was as stiff as iron, and he didn't dare to move. He always felt that Feng Qing was being gentle and weird at this moment.

"Why do you have to be so nervous in front of me?" Feng Qing murmured.

Ye Feiwan's body trembled, and he was even more afraid to speak.

Feng Qing didn't say any more, grabbed her long hair lightly with her hand, turned it slightly, and fixed a bun on the top of her head, then fixed the bun with one hand, and pulled out the jewelry box with the other hand, With a gentle voice, he asked, "Which one do you like?"

In the jewelry box, there are too many exquisite jade hairpins, heads, golden hairpins, and step shakers.

These were brought by Feng Qing from time to time, and over time, there were so many of them.

Ye Feiwan randomly picked a simple, undecorated jade hairpin and handed it to Feng Qing.

Feng Qing reached out to take it, looked carefully at the jade hairpin in front of her, and smiled lowly: "This jade hairpin looks exactly like the style that the emperor likes."

Ye Feiwan's heart clenched, she felt her heart trembling, and following Feng Qing's smile, a layer of coldness slowly crept up on her back, creeping up to the tip of her heart little by little along her back.

"If you don't like it, change it." Ye Feiwan pursed her lips and said in a low voice.

Feng Qing's hand holding the jade hairpin was slightly tight, and he let it go quickly: "Since you chose this one, how could I change it for you at will?"

As he spoke, he reached out and inserted the jade hairpin between her buns, then bent slightly, leaned towards her shoulder, raised his eyes and looked at the woman in the bronze mirror together: "How is it? But it looks good?"

There was a burst of cold fragrance on his body, and the heart of the person who smelled it trembled.

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled slightly: "Thank you..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted, Feng Qing reached out and brushed a strand of extremely short hair behind her ear, her voice became more gentle: "You don't need to thank me at Feiwan, it's just a small effort."

Ye Feiwan paused, and unconsciously moved aside a little, but if he didn't look carefully, he couldn't see the subtle difference.

However, Feng Qing's movements stopped, his hands were still placed next to her ears, his eyes were still looking straight at the bronze mirror, his eyes were pitch black.

Ye Feiwan became more and more anxious.

"Pfft," Feng Qing straightened up and moved away from Ye Feiwan in the next moment, and the Leng Xiang who surrounded her also gradually moved away.

Ye Feiwan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Feiwan, why are you afraid of me?" Feng Qing said suddenly.

Ye Feiwan froze when he asked, "I'm not afraid of you."

"But your body doesn't say that," Feng Qing laughed lowly, took two steps aside, leaned gently on the dressing table, and looked down at her. His eyes were clearly separated, but the corners of his lips were hooked. He said, with a smile that didn't match his usual, "Your body tells me that she is repelling my approach, and wants me to get out of the way, as far as possible, and don't circle around you..."

"Your eyes told me that too. It even includes your movements, your body, everything about you..." The more he spoke, his voice became more gentle and hoarse, and the smile on his lips never disappeared.

Ye Feiwan listened, her brows furrowed, her face pale.

Feng Qing slowly bowed his head to the top of her head, and took a deep sniff. The familiar woman's fragrance tortured his dreams all day long.

Ye Fei had a late meal.

"Look," Feng Qing smiled happily, "you are still afraid of me."

"Your Majesty!" Ye Feiwan's voice was tense, she suddenly stood up from her seat, stepped back half a step, separated the distance between the two of them, and stared blankly at him, "What's wrong with you today?" Why is it so weird?
But Feng Qing didn't say anything, he just had a gentle smile on the corner of his lips, looking down at the distance between the two, the smile on the corner of his lips froze when he saw the pendant on the woman's waist, and then his smile became more gentle: "You're still afraid of me now, Feiwan..."

"Feng Qing!" Ye Feiwan interrupted him abruptly.

Feng Qing really stopped talking, and raised her eyes to look at her, her eyes were obviously still cold as before, but with a hint of a smile: "I like it when you call my name." He whispered.

Ye Feiwan's face turned slightly pale, and after a while he reluctantly said: "It was indeed my fault yesterday, I shouldn't have left the palace without permission, and I will definitely not do it again in the future, you... There is no need to wait so long in Jiuhua Palace yesterday, today You still have to come, your complexion is a bit bad, you should go back..."

"Don't you like me staying here?" Feng Qing said suddenly.

Ye Feiwan was startled: "What?"

"I stayed with him yesterday, so why can't I stay with me today?" Feng Qing continued, her voice hoarse and gentle, even with slight grievances, "Can't I not ask where you were yesterday? I don't mind you What did you do with Uncle Huang yesterday? I don’t mind that yesterday is my birthday. If you are still angry that I put you under me last night, I will also say sorry to you. As long as you are here now, stay with me ..."

Ye Feiwan's eyes were no longer as simple as astonishment, but even horrified.

The man in front of him clearly looks like Feng Qing, but...but so...gentle and easy to talk to.

"You don't have to be like this, Feng Qing," Ye Feiwan paused, and even took half a step back, "What exactly are you trying to do?"

Feng Qing looked at her retreating movement, his eyes froze slightly, and he raised his eyes after a while, his voice was still extremely gentle: "You like this, don't you?"

(End of this chapter)