The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 390 Don't Go, Can't Go

In the quiet inner bedroom, in front of the dressing table.

Ye Feiwan stared blankly at Feng Qing in front of him.

The man was dressed in white and stood lightly on one side, his brows were no longer cold and dignified, but warmer, with a gentle smile on his lips, he was looking at her quietly.

He said, you like this, don't you?
Wisps of smoke were quietly emitting from the incense burner, stained with a few traces of sandalwood, and the stove was burning quietly, with occasional soft sounds of firewood cracking.

Ye Feiwan felt as if she had been still for a long time, and it seemed that it was only for a moment, and finally found her own voice, which was difficult and hoarse: "What did you say?"

His words are too easily misunderstood.

Feng Qing looked at her startled eyebrows and tilted his head, as if he didn't understand her reaction at the moment, he was just telling the truth, why was she pretending to be surprised?
His eyes unconsciously fell on the concentric knot at her waist.

Ye Feiwan...has always been serious about feelings. Those who shouldn't agree will be completely rejected, and those who like them will be known by everyone in the world.

She would never take the initiative to accept or give away things from people who have feelings for her. It was the same with Nanmo and Fuxian back then.

However, this concentric knot with Feng Jiucheng is a pair, but she tied it around her waist!
Does she like Shangfeng Jiucheng?That's why he accepted his sympathy knot?
But what's so good about sealing Nine Cities?In terms of appearance, he is no less than him, and in terms of status, he is above ten thousand people...

After thinking for a long time, he finally figured it out, it must be his temperament.

Feng Jiucheng is gentle and gentle, and has always been gentle to others like a spring breeze. It is inevitable that he can easily win the favor of a woman, but... obviously he can also.

After a long silence, Feng Qing walked forward slowly and stood in front of Ye Feiwan.

Ye Feiwan froze, but this time he didn't retreat.

Feng Qing's eyes were slightly curved, and he seemed to be smiling more happily. He stretched out his hand, and gently rubbed her cheek with the back of his hand. He felt her soft skin with his fingertips, but it felt cold. His hand paused slightly, Her voice was hoarse and feminine: "Feiwan, don't you like me like this?"

Don't you like how he disguised himself beyond recognition?

But if he didn't like it, why did he leave the palace with Feng Jiucheng on his birthday?Why do you wear the sympathetic knot that seals Jiucheng? Why are you so afraid of him?

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled slightly, trying to resist the chill on his back and the steps to back up: "Feng Qing, you don't have to do this, I don't like it either..."

"Lie!" Feng Qing interrupted her suddenly, and the hand that was caressing her cheek moved down, down...

In the end, the slender fingers landed on her waist, and then pulled hard to pull the concentric knot off, holding it in her hand and examining it carefully.

Then, he raised his head suddenly: "You clearly like it, Ye Feiwan."

When the words fell, he stretched out his hand, intending to "break the knot into pieces".

"What are you doing?" Ye Feiwan looked at him puzzled, frowning slightly.

"Do you feel distressed?" Feng Qing glanced at her with a smile, and immediately stretched out his other hand, and tore off the red rope of the concentric knot. His fingers were blue and red, but he didn't realize it.

Ye Feiwan frowned: "Why should I feel distressed?" What happened to him today?Obviously every word can be understood, but when connected, people can't understand the meaning.

"Because this is him..." Feng Qing was about to speak, but stopped abruptly. He gave her a deep look until the concentric knot broke into several pieces. He turned around and threw it into the stove, watching it burn completely. , turned to face Ye Feiwan again, and then smiled softly: "The concentric knot is gone, if you want, I will send someone to send tens of thousands of them tomorrow."

Ye Feiwan glanced at the concentric knot that had "destroyed corpses and traces" in the stove, and frowned slightly. What Feng Qing did today was too weird, it was just a low-quality concentric knot: "I don't want it anymore." She said in a deep voice, then turned and walked towards the door.

She didn't know whether it was because the stove in the house was too hot, or Feng Qing's behavior was too weird, she just felt breathless.

Feng Qing's smile froze as she turned around.

Ye Feiwan's words, in his ears, seemed like she was telling him nakedly: It wasn't from Feng Jiucheng, and she wouldn't mind no matter how many he sent.

Now, she didn't even want to be in the same room with him, she wanted to escape so anxiously.

Her hand has touched the door frame.

"Tell me," Feng Qing said slowly, hoarse and confused, "If I expel Feng Jiucheng from Beijing, I will never return, how about it?"

Ye Feiwan paused holding the doorframe's hand, wondering why he suddenly mentioned this matter, but never looked back: "This is your own business, you don't need to discuss it with me."

Feng Qing's face was pale, without even a trace of blood.

Is she mad at him?Because of the closure of Nine Cities.There seemed to be surging anger in his chest, and he just stared at her back.

And she was about to open the palace door.

Feng Qing's heart tightened, and the next moment, her body was like a ghost, and she walked towards him quickly, her mind was in a daze, but her eyes were only on her figure.

Ye Feiwan stretched out his hand and opened the hall door.

There was a loud "touch", and a big hand suddenly stretched out from behind, pressed against the door of the palace, and the door of the palace closed heavily.

Ye Feiwan was startled, exclaimed, turned around and before he could say anything, his eyes suddenly darkened.A pair of big hands cupped her cheeks, and kissed her cheeks carelessly.

Feng Qing was dizzy in front of his eyes, and his whole body was scorching hot, but his bones were icy cold. He just took two quick steps, and he couldn't see the person in front of him clearly.

The kiss, the first time it was only on her nose, but the next time, it just touched the corner of her lips.

Her lips were warm and soft, with a hint of coolness, very comfortable.

A few sighs escaped from the depths of Feng Qing's throat, and he deepened the kiss little by little.

Don't go, she can't go.

Don't leave him here by himself, he obviously doesn't care about anything, why did she leave?

Could it be...does she have to let him hold a cold chain and lock her in the Jiuhua Palace?Could it be that if he imprisoned her here forever, wouldn't she think of leaving him every day?
"Feiwan..." A low call came out of his voice, but it was full of emotion.

Ye Feiwan froze, but at this moment, he had already lowered his head between her lips and teeth, gently biting her lower lip.

Ye Feiwan frowned, and bit his lips heavily, trying to calm him down.

But Feng Qing's reaction was only to pause for a moment, and continued to kiss.

Ye Feiwan just realized at this moment that Feng Qing's lips were hot, as was her body: "You...uh..." She wanted to say something, but he quickly stopped her.

Ye Feiwan took a deep breath, and suddenly pushed Feng Qing's shoulder hard.

He was pushed away by her limply, and fell straight backward.

Ye Feiwan was startled, and hastily reached out to grab his skirt, but he also fell to the ground and lay on top of him.

Feng Qing's cheeks were flushed with heat from the wind and cold, and she was lying on the ground with her eyes closed, but her hands stretched out indiscriminately to hold hers tightly.

The voice was hoarse, and he said indiscriminately: "Don't accept him..."

Before the words were finished, the person had lost consciousness.

(End of this chapter)