The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 40 Entering the Palace to Face the Holy Spirit
Ye Feiwan has always disliked the imperial palace, no matter in the previous life or the present life.

Red walls and blue tiles, towering tall buildings, majestic and majestic, that place is the most powerful place in the world, but it is also the most depressing place. Being in it makes people feel that it is difficult to breathe.

Naturally, it was also because there was someone she disliked in the palace, Qu Yan.

Therefore, when Feng Qing sent someone to inform her to enter the palace to meet the saint, she only responded with a lack of interest.

Now, the two of them were sitting in the carriage and heading towards the palace, and she just sat aside in a dazed manner.On the opposite side, Feng Qing sat there with his eyes closed and meditated.

He naturally loves the palace, Ye Feiwan thought, no matter the power or... people.

It has to be said that even though she had lost her mind about Feng Qing, she still had to admit that he was wearing a boa robe formal attire, and when his face was expressionless, he was unparalleled in handsomeness, and there was a domineering arrogance in him.

"What are you looking at?" After an unknown period of time, the man with his eyes closed suddenly opened his thin lips slightly. He didn't open his eyes, but knew that she was always looking at him.

Ye Feiwan slowly withdrew his gaze: "Look at the prince." He deserved to be careless.

Feng Qing opened her eyes and looked at the woman who was rarely well-dressed. She matched the red and black colors very well, and her domineeringness in the past had faded a bit, showing a bit of calmness and grace.

"Oh? Good-looking?" He asked back, "Is it because this king is your husband? Or, if you change someone else, you also think that other person is good-looking?"

"What are you..." meaning.

The last word was finally swallowed by Ye Feiwan, and he never said it again.

These words were very familiar, she had said them to Shao Yao a few days ago, but now, Feng Qing returned them to her exactly, except for the slight startle at the end, she only lowered her eyes and smiled mockingly.

"What are you laughing at?" Feng Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, frowning slightly, his eyes darkly annoyed.

When the guard reported these words to him, he was really annoyed in his heart!
Because of her saving him, he tortured his mind a lot at night, and even fell asleep several times and dreamed of her pale cheeks that stood in front of him that day.

However, she actually said that if someone else married her, she would also go forward to meet her!
"My lord," Ye Feiwan leaned forward, the space in the carriage was not big, she touched his knee with a slight movement.

Feng Qing lowered her eyes slightly.

"How much do you distrust me?" Ye Feiwan didn't care about the contact between the two, and continued, "How much eyeliner have you put by my side?"

Everything she said and everything she did was so clear to him.

"Even if the eyeliner is really installed, the princess deliberately self-harmed to avoid co-sleeping, wouldn't she still be concealed?" Feng Qing sarcastically.

"..." Ye Feiwan paused, then backed away for a long time, and the distance between the two opened again. She leaned against the car wall, closed her eyes slightly, and said in a low voice, "Now you and I are grasshoppers tied to the same rope. , I just want to keep the Ye family safe and sound."

Feng Qing looked at the woman, but the two of them didn't say a word.

The carriage stopped at the gate of the palace, the guard took the reins, and the two walked to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to serve tea.

The huge palace has lush vegetation, towering walls and long palace roads.

The two of Ye Feiwan were led by the eunuch, but they couldn't help but feel astringent in their hearts. These things belonged to Feng Qing after all.

After her death, Feng Qing should not take long to inherit the throne and enter the palace, right?

Qu Yan was also in the palace. Although she was the widow of the previous dynasty, Feng Qing loved only one person and never cared about these things. He would definitely treat Qu Yan kindly, but it was a pity for Liu Ruyan, that woman who looked so much like Qu Yan.

She couldn't fight against Liu Ruyan, and died in depression after being thrown into the cold courtyard, but as the rightful owner, Qu Yan had already won.

Above the high position, look down on all sentient beings, and spend the rest of their lives hand in hand.

Ye Feiwan glanced at Feng Qing, his thin lips were still tightly pursed, his jaw was tense, his profile was perfect, and his figure was outstanding.

For such a person, it's no wonder that his love in the previous life fell into the dust.

"Prince Jing Yuan and Concubine Jing Yuan are here—" the eunuch called in a shrill voice.

The Hall of Mental Cultivation is just around the corner.

Ye Feiwan and Feng Qing slowly raised their feet and stepped into it together.

The interior of the Hall of Mental Cultivation is extraordinarily luxurious, with majestic dragons carved on several red pillars, thick Persian velvet blankets on the floor, and a few soft chairs on both sides. On the front seat, the bright yellow dragon chair and the phoenix chair beside it are very majestic.

The old emperor, Feng Rong, who was over sixty years old, and the empress, who was still charming, sat on the main seat, and three noble concubines sat on both sides.

It is a big event for a bride to serve tea to the royal family. Even if Feng Qing is not favored by the emperor, the rules of the ancestors must be followed.

"Bride Ye, daughter of the thirteenth generation of the Ye family..." The eunuch read out the edict, which was nothing more than Ye Feiwan's life, just listen to it.

She always felt that there were people around her looking at her, and when she looked out of the corner of her eye, it was indeed Qu Yan's direction.

As one of the four noble concubines, she naturally had to accept the newcomer's offer of tea.

How ironic is it to take the tea served to you by the man you love and other women with your own hands?

Ye Feiwan hummed softly in her heart, she could never forget the scene of that day when the blue and white porcelain fell and Feng Qing gave her up to help the blue and white porcelain, every time she thought about it, her forehead ached.

"My son thanked you for your grace, and invited father to drink tea." Feng Qing's voice brought Ye Feiwan back to his senses.

Turning her head, the rest of the people were also looking at her. She stretched out her hand to take the tea on the eunuch's tray, and she was also respectful and polite: "My wife thanked you for your kindness, and I invite you to drink tea." Not timid.

Unexpectedly, she felt uneasy in her previous life, and Feng Qing didn't say anything to her, and even forgot to lift the lid of the teacup when serving tea.

Feng Rong didn't like Feng Qing in the first place, so he drank tea in a hurry and waved his hands after passing the cutscene, as a sign of giving up, the two served tea to the queen, and then the noble concubine sat down.

The other two concubines were fine, and when they reached Qu Yan, Ye Feiwan clearly noticed that Feng Qing's tall body was slightly stiff.

With a sneer in his heart, Ye Feiwan became more and more generous, took the teacup, and looked up at Qu Yan for the first time since entering the palace.

She was slightly stunned at just one glance, today's Qu Yan was wearing a dark red robe, her makeup was delicate, her eyes were watery and affectionate, and her brows seemed to be frowning but not frowning.It matched Feng Qing's dark red python suit perfectly.

If it wasn't for the fact that the seats of the two were different, others would probably regard her and Feng Qing as a couple.

So, the elegance of Qu Yan's graceful smile at the corner of her lips at this moment is just an act, right?She still has the mentality of a little girl, and wants to put some thought into dressing up.

Feng Qingding also noticed this, and frowned slightly, but it disappeared quickly.

"The imperial concubine drinks tea." Ye Feiwan offered the tea, and Qu Yan took it with his usual expression.

Feng Qing served tea without saying a word.

Qu Yan nodded, and took the teacup as well, still looking calm, but Ye Feiwan could clearly see that her hand was tightly gripping the teacup, and the nails of her index finger without armor were glowing with innocence.

"Very good." After finishing drinking, Qu Yan handed the teacup to Feng Qing, wiped the corner of her lower lip with a silk handkerchief, and looked towards Feng Rong: "Your Majesty, Concubine Chen Guifei is not feeling well, and she did not come today."

The harem is originally a queen, with four noble concubines.

"What's wrong with her, do you want to send a message?" Feng Rong frowned, completely ignoring Feng Qing and the two of them.

"This..." Qu Yan paused for a moment, her face turned pale, how could the smart people in the palace not know the meaning of the emperor's words?The emperor hates cliques in the harem the most.

I felt pity, Ye Feiwan looked at Qu Yan's face, and only these four words were in his mind.

But at this moment, she heard the mellow voice of the man next to her but mixed with some insinuation: "Chen Guifei is probably... the pain of a dead dog." .

Ye Feiwan was shocked, Feng Qing rarely caused trouble, and now...

"Evil!" Feng Rong was really furious, took the lid of the cup with one hand, and threw it straight at Feng Qing, right on his cheek.

Father and son are fighting each other, if this cup is smashed down, Prince Jingyuan's mansion will suffer the aftermath of wrath.

Ye Feiwan sighed softly in her heart, and slowly took a step forward, blocking half of Feng Qing's body...

(End of this chapter)