The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 407
On the eighth day of the lunar new year, the sky was rarely sunny.

Just after noon, Ye Feiwan was already sitting in front of the bronze mirror, and the nanny sent by Ren Fengqing was putting on makeup for her.

The nun's hands were extremely meticulous, and she traced the crescent eyebrows one by one, wishing to trace them one by one, and patting the rouge little by little. When the lip rouge was done, the bun was tied up, and the head and face were put on, the sky outside was gradually darkening. down.

In the bronze mirror, Suyun was standing behind her, staring blankly.

"Girl Suyun, hurry up and wait for the girl to change clothes." The nanny gave Suyun a push.

"Ah? Oh!" Suyun suddenly came to his senses, called the palace servants, and walked in with the fine clothes carefully, seeing Ye Feiwan, he couldn't hold back his embarrassment and said, "Young lady is so beautiful tonight. "

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he looked at the mammy beside him: "It's all mammy's extraordinary workmanship."

"Young lady's words are wrong," Mammy waved her hands again and again, "If the young lady hadn't been born well, I would be a god of Daluo, and I wouldn't be able to put on such a flawless makeup."

"That's right!" Su Yun nodded repeatedly.

All the cats in the corner let out a low cry.

Ye Feiwan smiled. She is a woman after all, and she will be happy when she hears these words.Letting the palace servants put on a fancy dress for her, tightened her waist, and changed into plain shoes with moon white gold patterns, and finally finished tidying up.

"The emperor is here—" At this moment, Eunuch Li's voice sounded outside the door.

This was the first formal report in these days, and Ye Feiwan felt a little strange when he heard it.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and the next moment, a man wearing a black dragon robe embroidered with golden dragon patterns walked in. His long hair was tied on top of his head, and two golden crowns hung in front of him. A sense of superiority without anger and prestige.

Ye Feiwan was stunned for a moment.

"Your Majesty sees the Emperor." The voices of Nanny and Suyun brought Ye Feiwan back to his senses, and she wanted to follow suit.

But before she could move, someone grabbed her wrist, and Feng Qing was looking at her with a dazed expression.

She is extremely beautiful tonight, her cheeks are flushed, I don't know if it's the candlelight on the side, or her original color, her eyes are crystal clear, if there is water, she stands there with a peaceful expression.

"Your Majesty?" Ye Feiwan was puzzled.

Feng Qing came back to her senses, she didn't let go of her wrist, she just coughed and said, "Didn't I tell you that you don't need to call me the emperor?" Too alienated.

Ye Feiwan paused for a moment: "I'm meeting with the ministers today. I'm afraid it will be indecent to call you by your first name. I'm afraid the ministers will discuss it."

"Who dares to discuss?" Feng Qing frowned.

Ye Feiwan pursed her lips and looked at him.

Feng Qing coughed again: "Today only," he said after a pause, "Tomorrow, you can't call like this."

Ye Feiwan wanted to nod her head, but her head felt a little tense for no reason. She reached out and rubbed her temples, but she couldn't respond.

"What's wrong?" Feng Qing keenly sensed that something was wrong with her, and slightly touched her brow with her fingertips.

"It's nothing." Ye Feiwan shook his head, "Maybe I've been in the house for a long time, and it's a bit dull."

"Well," Feng Qing felt relieved, but thought of something again, "By the way, after the palace banquet today, cough, I have something to tell you." He coughed a lot today.

Ye Feiwan looked out the window.

"What?" Feng Qing frowned.

Ye Feiwan said: "I see that the sky is still early, and there is still some time before the palace banquet. If you have something to say, why not say it now?"

Feng Qing froze, and after a while, her hand slipped from her wrist to her hand, and she clenched her hand in her palm: "It's the end of the palace banquet, so the palace banquet is over."

With that said, he grabbed her and walked out.

The palace banquet was originally a place where the emperor entertained his ministers, and the ministers came earlier than the monarch himself.

When Ye Feiwan and Feng Qing arrived at the palace banquet, the place was already bustling, and there was the sound of people playing the harp and flute in the corner, and the palace people were bringing delicious food and wine, and the familiar officials gathered together , are bowing to each other to say hello.

Until Eunuch Li ran all the way to the front and shouted: "The emperor is here-"

The sound of konghou, silk and bamboo stopped, and the voices of all the officials stopped talking, and they all stood up and looked towards the door respectfully.

Ye Feiwan grabbed Feng Qing's hand, and wanted to pull it out of his hand several times. Since ancient palace banquets, the emperor is in front, and even the empress must follow behind. How can the emperor pull her? It's nothing. Women appear together.

But Feng Qing's hands were like copper locks and iron chains, no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free.

The door of the hall was wide open, and the eyes of all the officials looked over. Ye Feiwan's struggling movements disappeared suddenly, and he followed Feng Qing stiffly to meet everyone's gaze.

The astonishment in the eyes of all the officials, even if she didn't take a closer look, she could see clearly, but she still knelt down one after another: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live." The voice was loud and loud.

Feng Qing pulled Ye Feiwan towards the main seat of the dragon chair in front. There was a phoenix chair not far from the dragon chair.Ye Feiwan bowed her head, thinking that the phoenix chair was a rule of palace banquets, even though Feng Qing had no concubines, it had to be placed there.

When they were approaching, Feng Qing didn't take a seat, but turned around, with his clothes flying, he finally let go of her.

"Everyone loves you in peace." Feng Qing raised his hand, his voice was as clear as a bell, "Today, I am hosting a banquet for all the officials to celebrate the grand occasions of the past years, and to bless the rest of the Jin Dynasty with peace. There is no ceremony for monarchs and ministers, just to have fun."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." All the officials still said in unison.

Feng Qing nodded, turned around and sat on the dragon chair.

Ye Feiwan paused, turned his body slightly, and stood behind the side of the dragon chair.

"Huh?" Feng Qing frowned, stretched out his hand to give her a hand, and dragged her directly onto the phoenix chair.

"Your Majesty." Ye Feiwan frowned and said in a low voice, before standing up.

Feng Qing still looked unharmed facing the officials, but his voice came softly, "Or, do you want to sit on the dragon chair with me?"

"..." Ye Feiwan froze, and finally sat on the phoenix chair with stiff hands and feet, his fingertips feeling cold.

Many ministers under the seat did not dare to raise their eyes to look directly at her, but they were still looking at her, thinking that there were thousands of thoughts in their hearts, and each had their own little things.

Suddenly, Ye Feiwan noticed a familiar gaze, and she raised her eyes to follow that gaze.

Different from the sneak peeps around, the man was looking straight at her, wearing an indigo official uniform, described as gentle, but his brows were slightly frowned, as if in melancholy.Noticing her gaze, the man froze for a moment, then nodded to her and smiled lightly.

Nan Mo, Brother Nan.

Ye Feiwan's hands trembled, but he didn't know what to do, so he just smiled back at him.

But her hand tightened suddenly, and the back of her hand was tightly clenched in the palm of her hand.

Ye Feiwan was startled and turned around to look.

Feng Qing didn't look at her, and grabbed her hand expressionlessly, very hard, but controlled her strength, as if she was afraid of hurting her.

"Your Majesty." Ye Feiwan called him in a low voice, this action had already attracted the minister's attention.

But Feng Qing remained motionless, not paying attention to her eyes.

Ye Feiwan was helpless; "Feng Qing."

This time, the hand holding her was finally loosened, Feng Qing turned to look at her, her lips moved slightly: "Don't look at him."

"what?"

Feng Qing was about to say more, but the minister below got up and knelt in the center: "The emperor is generous and kind, and you can bring your family with you at this palace banquet. I have a little girl, and I would like to play a song to celebrate this elegance."

Ye Feiwan looked down, she had heard about that minister before.

Liu Taiwei, one of the three lords.

The little girl he was talking about was Liu Ruyan.

(End of this chapter)