The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 393 Didn't You Buy It On Purpose?

Ye Feiwan never expected that Feng Qing would say such a thing.

Be nice to him.

The jade chapter in his hand was stained with human body temperature, and it was heavy. Ye Feiwan held it tightly, but felt that it was difficult to breathe.

The stove was still burning, and bursts of hot air gushed out. She took a quick breath, looked at the man in front of her, and took half a step back.

Feng Qing raised his eyes and watched her subtle movements, as if the stars in his eyes were gradually dimming.

"You... have a good rest first," Ye Feiwan was stunned for a while before he said dryly, "I'll leave first..."

"This is your bedroom." Feng Qing interrupted her lightly.

Ye Feiwan froze, yes, this is Jiuhua Palace, she said it was too weird to leave, but the next moment she thought of something: "Didn't you say that everything in this palace belongs to you?"

Feng Qing's expression froze, and after thinking for a moment, she realized that the words were indeed from his mouth. She felt annoyed immediately, but she didn't know what to say, so she could only watch her walk towards the door.

"Hello." Seeing that she was really about to leave, Feng Qingfu spoke again.

Ye Feiwan stood at the door, looking back at him.

Feng Qing lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled twice, and said in an unnatural tone: "I feel uncomfortable."

Ye Feiwan frowned: "The imperial doctor said that you just suffered from a cold, and you will be fine after drinking the medicine."

"..." This time, Feng Qing didn't say anything.

Ye Feiwan opened the door of the palace, and unexpectedly met Gao Feng who was about to knock on the door with a plate, on which was a bowl of dark soup, which smelled extremely bitter.

Gao Feng didn't expect the door to open suddenly, and hurriedly retreated: "Miss Ye, forgive me."

"No problem." Ye Feiwan smiled, looking down at the soup on the plate.

"This is for the emperor. The imperial doctor said it is a great tonic for strengthening the foundation and cultivating the essence." Gao Feng explained.

"That's how it is." Ye Feiwan nodded, and gave up the seat beside him, letting Gao Feng pass by.

Behind her, Feng Qing looked at her back, her pretentiously elegant expression suddenly became gloomy, didn't she like this?

The palace door was gradually closed, and the cold wind outside was blowing on his face. Ye Feiwan just exhaled lightly, and the panic and inexplicable movements in his heart calmed down a lot.

But before she could let out the breath, there was another sound of opening and closing the door behind her. Gao Feng was still holding the soup from that night in his hand, and looked at her in embarrassment: "Miss Ye, the emperor...doesn't drink medicine."

Ye Feiwan frowned: "Why don't you drink?"

Gao Feng hesitated for a while, and said in a low voice: "The emperor wants Miss Ye to go in."

Ye Feiwan froze, looked at Gao Feng in front of him, and slowed down his voice: "He doesn't want to take medicine, and he can't complain about being wronged if he suffers."

Gao Feng's expression froze, and he was about to say something, but he heard coughing from the bedroom, which seemed to be more serious than before.

"Miss Ye, the dragon's body is the most important thing for the emperor, and he will go to court tomorrow, I'm afraid..." After saying this, Gao Feng looked straight at Ye Feiwan.

Ye Feiwan frowned even more when he heard the coughing sound coming from inside.

Seeing this, Gao Feng hurriedly handed the soup bowl in Ye Feiwan's hand, "Please trouble Miss Ye." After saying that, the man had already walked quickly outside the hall.

This was Gao Feng's first time being so rude, but...he paused, but he knew in his heart that the emperor would definitely not reprimand him this time.

Ye Feiwan stared blankly at the soup bowl and the pitch-black soup in his hand. Gao Feng handed it hastily just now, and a few drops splashed out, which happened to land on the back of his hand.

She turned her head and glanced at the servants around her, all the servants immediately knelt down: "Miss Ye, please forgive me."

Right now, the Holy Lord is not in good health, and his mood seems to be even worse. They are not Miss Ye. If they go in, they are afraid that they will become fish in the pond.

Ye Feiwan had no choice but to look away, took a light breath, and walked towards the gate of the palace again.

On the way, she accidentally licked off the soup on the back of her hand, her tongue suddenly felt bitter, and a few traces of retching appeared in her heart.

It's... so painful?No wonder Feng Qing didn't drink it, if it was her, she wouldn't drink it either.

The moment the palace door opened, Feng Qing's coughing stopped instantly.Ye Feiwan looked towards the bed, he was still leaning there, flipping through a script book in his hand, which she kept under the pillow to pass the time.Hearing the movement, his gaze never moved away from the storybook, and he continued to flip through the pages.

"Drink the medicine," Ye Feiwan brought the medicine bowl in front of him, "The imperial doctor said, this is to strengthen the foundation and cultivate the yuan..."

"You don't care about my body, so it would be better to let me die." Feng Qing didn't even look at her, but said in a low voice.

Ye Feiwan paused, and his voice was clear and serious: "You are the king of a country, and it is of no benefit to die in the world."

Feng Qing was annoyed, his words just now were meant to be angry, but she responded so seriously: "What about you?" He asked back.

Ye Feiwan fell silent, and finally said after a while, "Feng Qing, I don't know what happened, you suddenly behave like this..." She thought about her words, "But you don't need to be like this..."

"Bring it." Feng Qing interrupted her without waiting for her to finish speaking.

"what?"

Feng Qing glanced at the soup bowl in her hand.

Ye Feiwan handed it up in a daze.

Feng Qing took it over: "You want me to drink medicine?"

Ye Feiwan nodded.

Feng Qing nodded: "Okay." After saying that, without any hesitation, he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

Ye Feiwan watched his clean and neat movements, and felt a surge in her heart. She knew the bitterness of the soup just now, but now... Feng Qing drank it without changing his face.

"In the future, you can just say what you want," Feng Qing glanced at her with serious eyes, but then added, "Except for leaving."

Ye Feiwan's heart was slightly hot, and she subconsciously avoided Feng Qing's gaze.

After a while, the two returned to their previous state - Feng Qing sat on the bed and read the script, Ye Feiwan sat by the bed.

There was a moment of silence, and Ye Feiwan weaved the silk rope that Suyun had brought not long ago, she didn't know much, and she could barely make the concentric knot look better.

There is still gold thread sandwiched in the silk rope, so it looks pretty when weaved.

"Do you like this kind of man in the story book?" Aside, the man's hoarse voice suddenly remembered.

"What?" Ye Feiwan was puzzled, and looked at the notebook in his hand. He was talking about a male fox seducing everyone's ladies. When she saw this, she marked it with a brush. The name of the male fox is ticked.

"What is this?" Feng Qing frowned suddenly and turned the subject, her eyes fixed on the silk rope in her hand.

Ye Feiwan lowered his head: "One Heart Knot."

Feng Qing's face tightened: "I don't like concentric knots."

Ye Feiwan said: "It wasn't for you." She made it up rough, how could she give it away?

Feng Qing's expression sank, and he ignored the male fox in the storybook, threw it aside, reached out and took the unmade concentric knot: "It's so ugly." He said in a low voice.

Ye Feiwan frowned: "Since it's ugly, give it back to me."

"Since it's so ugly, it shouldn't exist." Feng Qing lowered his head, and wanted to tear the thing off again.

"You have just torn the sympathy knot I made by throwing the pot, and now you want to tear the one I made up by myself, right?" Ye Feiwan frowned, wondering how the little thing had offended him.

Feng Qing's expression was stunned, her eyes fell on her, and there was a bit of joy in the depths of her eyes: "You just said that the sympathy knot was obtained by throwing a pot?"

So, didn't buy it on purpose?

(End of this chapter)