The princess thinks and leaves every day
Chapter 397 What is this?
Chapter 397 What is this?
Ye Feiwan was still sitting in the sunlight, looking at Feng Qing inexplicably, and then at the two little eunuchs kneeling on the ground.
"What's the matter with you?" She frowned and said, "It's just two unattractive concentric knots. If you give it away, you will give it away."
Feng Qing felt even more depressed when she said something lightly: "You never sent me off." There was a bit of anger in his tone.
Ye Feiwan was surprised, she never thought that Feng Qing would be angry because of this, she pursed her lips, turned her head to look at the little eunuch kneeling on the ground trembling: "The first few were just practicing hands."
"What?" Feng Qing asked back.
Ye Feiwan gently stroked the fur of the cat in her arms: "My weaving is not very pretty. The first few are just for practice. It is inevitable that they are a bit rough, so I will give them to them." At this point, she paused. , "If you want it, the one in your hand is pretty good, but it's not finished yet..."
Feng Qing's frowning brows gradually relaxed following Ye Feiwan's words.
Seeing this, Ye Feiwan hurriedly said, "They're still kneeling."
Feng Qing looked a little unnatural, coughed and waved his hands: "Go down."
"Yes, thank you Your Majesty, thank you Miss Ye!" The little eunuch hurriedly kowtowed, bowed his head and backed out of the palace gate.
At the gate of Jiuhua Hall, there were only two people left. The sun on the side rose a little bit, and it shone on people's faces, adding some heat, and they felt a little dry and hot on their cheeks.
Feng Qing looked at the woman in front of her, her eyes gradually darkened.A little bit of sweat rose from the tip of her nose, her cheeks were flushed, and the long eyelashes reflected the shadow on her eyelids, like a butterfly lying quietly on it.
She was stroking the cat in her arms tenderly.
Inexplicably, he actually felt a little jealous of the cat, who was treated so tenderly by her.
"Cough." Feng Qing covered her lips with her fist and let out a low cough, then reached out and grabbed the cat.
"What are you doing?" Ye Feiwan frowned, the small cat was in Feng Qing's big hands, as if it was about to be broken by him in an instant.
"Aren't you continuing to weave this concentric knot?" Feng Qing squinted at her hand.
Ye Feiwan: "..."
In the end, she didn't say any more, and quietly continued to weave the knot in her hand. Her slender fingers twisted and buckled, extremely flexible and delicate.
Feng Qing leaned on the door frame, watching and waiting quietly, seeing her black hair tied with only a hair band, seeing her thin and frail figure covered with a layer of light around her body, her heart burst into tears. Sour.
"Okay." Suddenly, a woman's voice sounded, interrupting his thoughts.
Feng Qing suddenly came back to his senses, looked away, suppressed unnecessary emotions, took the concentric knot over, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully, with a taste of being unable to put it down.Then tied it around his waist.
Ye Feiwan watched his movements, her heart moved slightly, and she felt warm and scalding.
"How?" Feng Qing met her gaze and raised his eyebrows.
Ye Feiwan lowered her eyes hastily, perhaps because the sun was too bright, she felt her cheeks starting to burn, "It's just a sympathetic knot," she whispered.
Feng Qing didn't take it seriously: "If you take a bath the day after tomorrow, you will have three days free."
The day after tomorrow is New Year's Eve.
Ye Feiwan was startled, the days passed by so quickly.
"Where do you want to go?" Feng Qing pursed her thin lips slightly, and finally said the purpose of this trip.
He thought, she always ran away blindly, if he took her out by himself, kept her by his side, and could watch her all the time, it would be better than trapping her in one place.
Ye Feiwan thought about it for a moment, and finally shook her head: "I don't seem to have anywhere I want to go."
Feng Qing was frustrated: "He Feng Jiucheng..." Then he can go to throw pots and ride horses, and he has nowhere to go?
The last words were swallowed by him in the end, and he only said, "Then start thinking from today until tomorrow, and just give me the answer."
Ye Feiwan looked at him and nodded slightly for a while: "Okay." She responded in a low voice.
Feng Qing was finally satisfied, and stayed for a long time after lunch before returning to the imperial study to deal with today's memorial and government affairs.
It's just that he didn't expect that when he returned to the imperial study, he would see Feng Jiucheng waiting at the door at a glance.
The cyan double-breasted robe complements his extraordinary elegance.
It's just... Feng Qing narrowed his eyes, today he has never held a folding fan.
"Uncle Emperor." Feng Qing stepped forward and nodded.
Feng Jiucheng turned around and looked over, and also cupped his hands: "Your Majesty."
Feng Qing walked into the imperial study room, vaguely thinking that the last time he was so alienated from Feng Jiucheng was when Qu Yan entered the palace a few years ago.
Feng Jiucheng also followed up, he was here to look for him today.
"What's the matter with the emperor?" Feng Qing lowered his eyes and turned his back to the door.
Feng Jiucheng was silent for a moment, then nodded for a long time: "There are indeed some things." At this point, he paused, but still said, "I'm leaving."
Feng Qing's back froze for a moment, and she turned around to face him slowly: "Yes."
"What if I say," Feng Jiucheng smiled, "I want to take Miss Ye away?"
As soon as the words fell, the aura around Feng Qing's body instantly condensed, his expression was as cold as ice, but he quickly calmed down, he looked down at Feng Jiucheng's empty hand: "Uncle Huang hasn't held a folding fan today, if he moves his hand, I'm afraid I will suffer a loss."
The implication is nothing more than that if you want to take Ye Feiwan away, you have to pass him first.
Feng Jiucheng was very thoughtful and understood, but he still smiled and said: "What if Miss Ye wants to leave with me?"
"Uncle Emperor," Feng Qing lowered his eyes, and only casually glanced at his waist, still vaguely revealing the sympathetic knot, he smiled, "The inferior things obtained by throwing pots don't match the elegance of Uncle Huang's body." .”
Feng Jiucheng was startled slightly, his eyes moved down slowly, after seeing a concentric knot that was not very delicate but very hardworking, his heart froze, and then a faint sourness pervaded, but he still smiled: "The paddock That thing, I did."
Feng Qing's expression was the same: "I already knew about it, but there will never be a next time."
Feng Jiucheng smiled: "That's really the case," his eyes were a little dazed, "Ah Qing, the joy of youth is a little shallow after all."
Young people will always cover that friendship with a hazy twilight, but they never think that when the tulle is lifted, the appearance underneath has already changed.
Feng Qing was stunned, and her fingertips trembled slightly.
"Let's go." Feng Jiucheng waved his hand, turned around and walked out the door.
"Wait." Feng Qing said suddenly.
"Anything else?"
Feng Qing pursed her thin lips: "I will order people to watch your mansion, and I will wait for you to return at any time."
The corners of Feng Jiucheng's lips curled slightly, and his smile stretched out: "Got it."
"and also……"
"and also?"
"Leave the concentric knot around your waist."
……
Jiuhua Palace.
Ye Feiwan stared in astonishment at the huge wooden box carried by the two guards in front of him: "What is this?"
The guard said respectfully: "Miss Hui Ye, this is the jewelry headgear given to you by the emperor. The emperor said that you can wear whatever you want from now on." After answering, he went down.
Ye Feiwan was puzzled, touched the long hair with her hand, only touched the hair tie tied behind her, she was slightly startled, Feng Qing...could it be because she saw the shabby hair on her head, so she sent a half-human tall hair box jewelry?
Suyun was tidying up, her little face was flushed with excitement: "Girl, one of these picks is priceless, and the emperor actually sent them all to you..."
Ye Feiwan looked at those complicated and gorgeous pearl hairpins, jade hairpins, and heads, and her heart was complicated. The next moment, she saw something in the blink of an eye, and reached out to take out a silver hairpin in the corner.
Compared with other jewelry, the silver hairpin was a bit crude, but she looked at the sharp hairpin tip, but she was inexplicably familiar with it, and the wound on her abdomen that had already been scarred seemed to be aching.
"What's this?" she murmured.
(End of this chapter)
Ye Feiwan was still sitting in the sunlight, looking at Feng Qing inexplicably, and then at the two little eunuchs kneeling on the ground.
"What's the matter with you?" She frowned and said, "It's just two unattractive concentric knots. If you give it away, you will give it away."
Feng Qing felt even more depressed when she said something lightly: "You never sent me off." There was a bit of anger in his tone.
Ye Feiwan was surprised, she never thought that Feng Qing would be angry because of this, she pursed her lips, turned her head to look at the little eunuch kneeling on the ground trembling: "The first few were just practicing hands."
"What?" Feng Qing asked back.
Ye Feiwan gently stroked the fur of the cat in her arms: "My weaving is not very pretty. The first few are just for practice. It is inevitable that they are a bit rough, so I will give them to them." At this point, she paused. , "If you want it, the one in your hand is pretty good, but it's not finished yet..."
Feng Qing's frowning brows gradually relaxed following Ye Feiwan's words.
Seeing this, Ye Feiwan hurriedly said, "They're still kneeling."
Feng Qing looked a little unnatural, coughed and waved his hands: "Go down."
"Yes, thank you Your Majesty, thank you Miss Ye!" The little eunuch hurriedly kowtowed, bowed his head and backed out of the palace gate.
At the gate of Jiuhua Hall, there were only two people left. The sun on the side rose a little bit, and it shone on people's faces, adding some heat, and they felt a little dry and hot on their cheeks.
Feng Qing looked at the woman in front of her, her eyes gradually darkened.A little bit of sweat rose from the tip of her nose, her cheeks were flushed, and the long eyelashes reflected the shadow on her eyelids, like a butterfly lying quietly on it.
She was stroking the cat in her arms tenderly.
Inexplicably, he actually felt a little jealous of the cat, who was treated so tenderly by her.
"Cough." Feng Qing covered her lips with her fist and let out a low cough, then reached out and grabbed the cat.
"What are you doing?" Ye Feiwan frowned, the small cat was in Feng Qing's big hands, as if it was about to be broken by him in an instant.
"Aren't you continuing to weave this concentric knot?" Feng Qing squinted at her hand.
Ye Feiwan: "..."
In the end, she didn't say any more, and quietly continued to weave the knot in her hand. Her slender fingers twisted and buckled, extremely flexible and delicate.
Feng Qing leaned on the door frame, watching and waiting quietly, seeing her black hair tied with only a hair band, seeing her thin and frail figure covered with a layer of light around her body, her heart burst into tears. Sour.
"Okay." Suddenly, a woman's voice sounded, interrupting his thoughts.
Feng Qing suddenly came back to his senses, looked away, suppressed unnecessary emotions, took the concentric knot over, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully, with a taste of being unable to put it down.Then tied it around his waist.
Ye Feiwan watched his movements, her heart moved slightly, and she felt warm and scalding.
"How?" Feng Qing met her gaze and raised his eyebrows.
Ye Feiwan lowered her eyes hastily, perhaps because the sun was too bright, she felt her cheeks starting to burn, "It's just a sympathetic knot," she whispered.
Feng Qing didn't take it seriously: "If you take a bath the day after tomorrow, you will have three days free."
The day after tomorrow is New Year's Eve.
Ye Feiwan was startled, the days passed by so quickly.
"Where do you want to go?" Feng Qing pursed her thin lips slightly, and finally said the purpose of this trip.
He thought, she always ran away blindly, if he took her out by himself, kept her by his side, and could watch her all the time, it would be better than trapping her in one place.
Ye Feiwan thought about it for a moment, and finally shook her head: "I don't seem to have anywhere I want to go."
Feng Qing was frustrated: "He Feng Jiucheng..." Then he can go to throw pots and ride horses, and he has nowhere to go?
The last words were swallowed by him in the end, and he only said, "Then start thinking from today until tomorrow, and just give me the answer."
Ye Feiwan looked at him and nodded slightly for a while: "Okay." She responded in a low voice.
Feng Qing was finally satisfied, and stayed for a long time after lunch before returning to the imperial study to deal with today's memorial and government affairs.
It's just that he didn't expect that when he returned to the imperial study, he would see Feng Jiucheng waiting at the door at a glance.
The cyan double-breasted robe complements his extraordinary elegance.
It's just... Feng Qing narrowed his eyes, today he has never held a folding fan.
"Uncle Emperor." Feng Qing stepped forward and nodded.
Feng Jiucheng turned around and looked over, and also cupped his hands: "Your Majesty."
Feng Qing walked into the imperial study room, vaguely thinking that the last time he was so alienated from Feng Jiucheng was when Qu Yan entered the palace a few years ago.
Feng Jiucheng also followed up, he was here to look for him today.
"What's the matter with the emperor?" Feng Qing lowered his eyes and turned his back to the door.
Feng Jiucheng was silent for a moment, then nodded for a long time: "There are indeed some things." At this point, he paused, but still said, "I'm leaving."
Feng Qing's back froze for a moment, and she turned around to face him slowly: "Yes."
"What if I say," Feng Jiucheng smiled, "I want to take Miss Ye away?"
As soon as the words fell, the aura around Feng Qing's body instantly condensed, his expression was as cold as ice, but he quickly calmed down, he looked down at Feng Jiucheng's empty hand: "Uncle Huang hasn't held a folding fan today, if he moves his hand, I'm afraid I will suffer a loss."
The implication is nothing more than that if you want to take Ye Feiwan away, you have to pass him first.
Feng Jiucheng was very thoughtful and understood, but he still smiled and said: "What if Miss Ye wants to leave with me?"
"Uncle Emperor," Feng Qing lowered his eyes, and only casually glanced at his waist, still vaguely revealing the sympathetic knot, he smiled, "The inferior things obtained by throwing pots don't match the elegance of Uncle Huang's body." .”
Feng Jiucheng was startled slightly, his eyes moved down slowly, after seeing a concentric knot that was not very delicate but very hardworking, his heart froze, and then a faint sourness pervaded, but he still smiled: "The paddock That thing, I did."
Feng Qing's expression was the same: "I already knew about it, but there will never be a next time."
Feng Jiucheng smiled: "That's really the case," his eyes were a little dazed, "Ah Qing, the joy of youth is a little shallow after all."
Young people will always cover that friendship with a hazy twilight, but they never think that when the tulle is lifted, the appearance underneath has already changed.
Feng Qing was stunned, and her fingertips trembled slightly.
"Let's go." Feng Jiucheng waved his hand, turned around and walked out the door.
"Wait." Feng Qing said suddenly.
"Anything else?"
Feng Qing pursed her thin lips: "I will order people to watch your mansion, and I will wait for you to return at any time."
The corners of Feng Jiucheng's lips curled slightly, and his smile stretched out: "Got it."
"and also……"
"and also?"
"Leave the concentric knot around your waist."
……
Jiuhua Palace.
Ye Feiwan stared in astonishment at the huge wooden box carried by the two guards in front of him: "What is this?"
The guard said respectfully: "Miss Hui Ye, this is the jewelry headgear given to you by the emperor. The emperor said that you can wear whatever you want from now on." After answering, he went down.
Ye Feiwan was puzzled, touched the long hair with her hand, only touched the hair tie tied behind her, she was slightly startled, Feng Qing...could it be because she saw the shabby hair on her head, so she sent a half-human tall hair box jewelry?
Suyun was tidying up, her little face was flushed with excitement: "Girl, one of these picks is priceless, and the emperor actually sent them all to you..."
Ye Feiwan looked at those complicated and gorgeous pearl hairpins, jade hairpins, and heads, and her heart was complicated. The next moment, she saw something in the blink of an eye, and reached out to take out a silver hairpin in the corner.
Compared with other jewelry, the silver hairpin was a bit crude, but she looked at the sharp hairpin tip, but she was inexplicably familiar with it, and the wound on her abdomen that had already been scarred seemed to be aching.
"What's this?" she murmured.
(End of this chapter)
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