The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 391 is for you!
Inside the Jiuhua Hall, the stove was burning quietly, and there was a dense warmth.In the incense burner, strands of incense mist floated out, carrying a touch of sandalwood.

Ye Feiwan sat beside the bed without moving.

"... Your Majesty has a cold, a fever, and a burning body. Don't worry, Miss Ye." The imperial physician had finished taking the pulse, and retreated respectfully outside the curtain, bowing his head and whispering, "Your Majesty, I will order someone to fry it up now." Bring the medicine."

Ye Feiwan responded in a low voice: "Thank you, the imperial physician."

After saying that, she was about to get up to see the imperial doctor, but just moved without thinking, the big hand that was holding her wrist tightened suddenly, and she couldn't move at all under the shackles.

Ye Feiwan froze.

The imperial doctor hurriedly said: "Miss Ye, you don't need to send it away. It is the duty of the lower officials to share the worries and solve the problems for the sage." After finishing speaking, the person walked out of the hall quickly.

Ye Feiwan glanced at the closed door, finally retracted his gaze, and sat on the edge of the bed again.

Ben's hand, which was tightly clenched on his wrist, gradually loosened.

Ye Feiwan looked at his wrist with complicated eyes.

Feng Qing fell ill, and the imperial physician said that it was because he had waited too long in the too dark and cold hall last night, and he had not been properly cultivated for a long time, that made him fall ill like a mountain.

This is also... the first time he fainted in front of her, his face was full of fragility.

His wrist has been holding her tightly ever since he fainted, even if it was Gao Feng, the imperial physician, and countless palace officials who came and went, he never let go, even if she struggled, his strength would weaken It suddenly became astonishingly large.

It was as if...he was afraid that she would leave.

Right now, Feng Qing was still in a coma, her face was pale, and there was still a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. The hot air from her hands was transmitted to her body through her wrists, and Ye Feiwan suddenly felt a sore heat in her heart.

"Girl, the medicine is ready." Suyun's voice came.

Ye Feiwan suddenly came back to his senses: "Yeah." After speaking, he wanted to get up and move away from the seat beside the bed.

Sure enough, the hand on the wrist exerted force again.

Ye Feiwan lowered her eyes and said helplessly, "You should drink the medicine."

The hand holding her didn't relax at all.

Ye Feiwan sighed and looked at Suyun, then at Fengqing: "I'll feed you medicine."

This time, the big hand on the wrist trembled, and then slowly relaxed.

Ye Feiwan frowned, did he really pass out?Why... as if awake?
Finally withdrew his hand, Ye Feiwan rubbed his wrist, took the medicine bowl, and stirred it with a spoon to dissipate the heat little by little.

Feng Qing's lips were a little dry, paper white.

The medicine finally warmed up, Ye Feiwan took a spoonful, and gently brought it close to Feng Qing's lips.

He seemed to be conscious in the haze, slightly opened his lips and drank the medicine juice, and the dark brown medicine juice slightly rubbed against his lips, with a hint of enchanting charm.

Ye Feiwan paused, shook his head and laughed at how much he was thinking, and then fed him the medicine again spoon by spoon and drank it all.

But after a while, the bowl of medicine was already empty.

Ye Feiwan put the jade porcelain bowl aside, but the moment she turned back, another hand suddenly appeared on her wrist.

She froze and raised her eyes silently. Feng Qing on the bed still had his eyes tightly closed, but he grabbed her accurately.

"It's like looking at a prisoner..." Ye Feiwan muttered, knowing that Feng Qing was stubborn, she didn't bother to break free, and just sat on the side of the bed.

Feng Qing broke out in a sweat, and finally his body was no longer so hot, but his eyes were still closed.

Ye Feiwan was bored, looking at the brocade knot hanging on the bed, and casually playing with the thin tassels with the other hand.

The things in the palace are not comparable to the outside, even this small brocade knot is woven with fine gold thread, rubbing against the palm of the hand, it is itchy and very soft.

"Still thinking about that concentric knot?" the man said with a weak and hoarse voice.

Ye Feiwan froze while playing with the brocade knot, and hurriedly looked towards Feng Qing: "Are you awake?"

Feng Qing just looked at her still holding Tuan Jinjie's hand, pursed her lips and continued to ask, "Think about others when you see things?"

"What?" Ye Feiwan looked at him suspiciously, "What's wrong with you?"

"..." Feng Qing froze for a moment, then frowned a little tiredly, and closed his eyes tightly.

What's wrong?How could he know what was wrong with him, he only knew... In a few days, he would be tortured to death by the "nightmare" in his heart.

He obviously wanted to ask her directly what she thought about Feng Jiucheng, but he was afraid of getting an answer that he didn't want to hear at all.

Opening his eyes again, he has suppressed all the irritability just now: "I'm fine."

Ye Feiwan frowned, obviously not believing what he said, but this is not important, what is important... She shook her wrist: "You let me go first."

Feng Qing's eyes were still a bit sad, he quickly glanced at her, and said in a very soft voice, "Why do you want to let go?"

"You've been holding me for nearly two hours," Ye Feiwan looked at him, "I haven't even left the side of the bed for two hours, so let go first." She struggled with some strength as she spoke.

Feng Qing clenched her hands tightly, stared stubbornly at the curtain above her head, and said in a low voice after a while: "I let you go, are you going to leave again?"

Ye Feiwan stared blankly at Feng Qing who was lying on the bed as he struggled, but said nothing.

Feng Qing only took her acquiescence, and laughed at herself: "I'm not feeling well today, so I can only lie here sickly. It's a good time for you to leave."

He lied, Jiuhua Palace was surrounded by hidden guards, and if she wanted to leave, it would be like going to heaven in one step.

Moreover, if she dares to leave, he can bring her back even if he crawls!

Ye Feiwan stared at him for a while: "Why are you thinking so much now?"

"what?"

"I'm not going to change clothes." Ye Feiwan pursed his lips, "Isn't it possible?"

Feng Qing's hand holding her froze, and then he suddenly realized that his ears turned red strangely, and he quickly let go of her.

Ye Feiwan gave him a strange look, turned and walked out.

When he came back, Feng Qing was still lying on the bed, his eyes were gloomy, he didn't know what he was thinking, and when he heard the movement, he turned his head and looked at her.

"You're awake now. After all, the Hall of Nine Flowers is not as attentive as the Hall of Mental Cultivation. I'll let Gao Feng come over and send you there in a while." Ye Feiwan sat at the table and explained.

Feng Qing's eyes darkened: "Can't you be here?"

"The dragon's body is important," Ye Feiwan said, "I said, can't take care of it here..."

"I don't need your care!" Feng Qing interrupted her, her voice was a little anxious,

Ye Feiwan fell silent.

Feng Qing lowered her eyes as if she was annoyed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her lips after a long time: "...in my sleeve pocket."

"What?" Ye Feiwan couldn't hear clearly, so he asked again.

Feng Qing pursed her lips and never looked at her: "Come here, take out the things in my sleeve pocket."

Ye Feiwan looked at him suspiciously, but still stepped forward.

His sleeve bag was a bit heavy, and when he took it out, he saw that it was a palm-sized silk kit.

"Take out the things." Feng Qing continued.

Ye Feiwan poured the contents of the kit into the palm of his hand, it was a delicate jade carving, the bottom of the jade carving...

She was stunned, there was still a jade seal engraved there.

Feng Qing's voice sounded: "Take it."

(End of this chapter)