The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 403 I Only Want You!
What Ye Feiwan looked at in his hands were portraits of women.

Feng Qing is no stranger to him. He used to be asked by civil and military officials to fill in the harem every day. The portraits he presented along with the booklets were just left aside by him, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs gathered them up.

After a long time, the portrait was sent directly to the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

He never thought that one day he would see these things in Jiuhua Palace.

"Are you here?" Ye Feiwan looked sideways at the man beside him, sniffing the faint cool fragrance on his body, and glanced at the light-colored dragon pattern on his white clothes from the corner of his eye.

"En." Feng Qing responded in a low voice, her voice was hoarse, and it took a while before she said, "What is this?"

"I brought it from the Ministry of Internal Affairs today," Ye Feiwan pursed his lips, unfolded the portrait, took the candlestick and put it on the portrait plate, and the beauties on it could be seen more clearly and vividly, "So , there are so many stunning beauties in Beijing." She smiled.

"Today, Suyun said that you went to the Ministry of Internal Affairs to get these portraits?" Feng Qing's voice became more difficult.

He originally thought that she finally had the heart to marry, and was even full of joy for nearly three hours, but at this moment, it was like a hot red stone being suddenly poured with a basin of ice water, and it was still "sizzling" at this moment. Smoke, piercing pain and sourness.

Ye Feiwan was stunned for a while, but didn't respond, but just gave up the seat beside her: "Do you want to watch together?"

"Ye Feiwan!" Feng Qing's voice suddenly became tense, and he walked up to her, looking into her eyes, "What do you mean?"

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the fine shadows reflected on the eyelids also trembled: "Feng Qing, in these days, I'm afraid there are quite a lot of papers for you to accept the concubine's seal."

Feng Qing's heart was sore, he felt his back was a little tired, but he could only hold on: "So what?"

"You should listen to what those people say," Ye Feiwan forced a smile on his lips, and looked up at him, "You are the emperor, the king of a country, and you must have no heirs. There are so many daughters from famous families in Beijing. It's even more beautiful, you..."

"What about you?" Feng Qing interrupted her.

Ye Feiwan paused: "Feng Qing, there are still traces of a seal on the gate of Ye Mansion."

Feng Qing's fingertips trembled.

"The Ye family used to be the richest man, with high wealth and power, and your status is barely enough, but now, what can I help you?" Ye Feiwan said carefully, with a rare calm voice, "Even if you If you don't marry now, one day..."

"So, you actually never believed everything I said to you before, did you?" Feng Qing looked at her, her Adam's apple rolled up and down, and her eyes tightened.

"..." Ye Feiwan didn't say anything.

"Even some time ago, you were so peaceful with me, but it was just a show, what is like an ordinary person, is it just an excuse?" Feng Qing continued to ask.

Ye Feiwan frowned: "Feng Qing, you don't need to..."

"From the beginning to the end, even if I give you the private seal, you are still wary of me. You never really want to stay in the palace, you always think about leaving here, don't you?" Afterwards, Feng Qing's voice became hoarse, his eyes were red at the end of the eyes, as if there was blood in the candlelight, he stared at her firmly.

Ye Feiwan's heart tightened slightly, and she was about to say something, but suddenly her heart ached, and she stretched out her hand to her lungs: "Feng Qing, I have a scar on my abdomen."

Feng Qing froze.

"Actually, it's not just the abdomen," Ye Feiwan smiled, "there is also the back. There are many large and small bruises, most likely from falls."

Feng Qing's face was pale, and he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Those painful memories, the unbearable past, he began to be afraid, afraid that she would remember.

"Feng Qing, where is the silver hairpin?" Ye Feiwan asked suddenly.

Feng Qing raised her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly: "What do you want that silver hairpin for?"

"The wound on my abdomen must have been stabbed by the silver hairpin." Ye Feiwan let go of the hand stroking his abdomen, and pressed it up to his heart. "I remember something, although I don't know it clearly... ...that happened between you and me."

As she said, she hooked her lips and smiled: "Seeing you and thinking of those things will make me feel dull pain here."

Feng Qing's expression changed in surprise, her lips were pale and almost transparent: "So, you found these portraits?"

"Yes," Ye Feiwan nodded, and turned his eyes to those portraits, "The daughter of the minister of rites, Duan Duan, is from a famous family. She is a lady, she is beautiful and intelligent, and she is very virtuous."

"..." Feng Qing remained silent.

"Miss Zhao from the Ministry of War's Shangshu family is bright and generous, with a straightforward temperament."

"..."

"Or..." Ye Feiwan paused while looking at the portrait, and stared blankly at the woman in front of her. The woman's eyebrows and eyes were so familiar, her eyes were burning with familiarity, and her mind felt sour after a while. "Taiwei's daughter, Miss Liu Ruyan and Liu..." she murmured in a low voice.

Feng Qing's face changed in shock.

As if aware of his emotional changes, Ye Feiwan raised her eyes and glanced at him: "Who is this person?" Why is it so familiar, it seems...she should have known her.

Feng Qing suddenly reached out to close the portrait, and threw it aside: "Unimportant people." He said lightly.

Ye Feiwan frowned lightly, and suddenly thought of why the eyebrows and eyes of Liu Ruyan in the portrait were so familiar, that woman clearly... resembled Qu Yan very much.

"Or..." She opened her mouth slowly, her words were difficult, she didn't want to mention that woman's name, but it seemed that she was the only one... that was Feng Qing's weakness, "Do you want to marry Miss Qu Yanqu more?"

Feng Qing's expression didn't change, she just turned to look at her, as if she didn't know her: "You want to push me to others like that?"

Ye Feiwan paused: "Didn't you always talk to Miss Qu..."

"No!" Feng Qing interrupted her, "Ye Feiwan, you really don't know what I want?"

Ye Feiwan frowned: "What exactly do you want?"

"I just want you!"

Feng Qing's voice was almost a growl, and it sounded quietly in Jiuhua Hall.

Ye Feiwan was stunned, and gradually quieted down, the hall was dead silent.

Feng Qing's breathing gradually became heavier. It turned out that some words were not as difficult as he imagined.

He just looked at the dazed woman in front of him, but felt powerless for a while, and wanted to walk out of the hall quickly.

"Feng Qing..." Ye Feiwan's voice came from behind.

Feng Qing paused slightly, but the next moment he still opened the palace door and walked out.

Ye Feiwan looked at his back, and unconsciously stepped back half a step.

She didn't know whether she should believe him or not, she would still be moved by his closeness, and even by his words just now, but the heartache was real.

Besides...he was probably angry and didn't want to pay attention to her anymore, that's why he left without hesitation.

Ye Feiwan got up quietly and walked towards the bed.

With a sound of "touch", the palace door was knocked open at this moment.

Ye Feiwan was startled, then turned around in a daze, the person who had just left had gone and returned, looking at her with red eyes.

The next moment, he suddenly stepped forward and hugged her into his arms.

"Don't drive me away, Ye Feiwan," he said in a very soft voice, "I have been alone for many years, and without you, I don't know if I can survive."

(End of this chapter)