The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 411 He has been doing this scene for a long time

Inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, there were wisps of sandalwood, and the curtains fluttered slightly.

"Your Majesty, Miss Ye just suffered from the night cold, and she was depressed for a while, which caused her to faint on the ground. It's okay." The imperial doctor took the golden silk, bowed his head to the ground and said respectfully.

Feng Qing's expression was a little dazed, and he only slightly raised his hand when he heard this: "Go down."

"Yes." The imperial physician hurriedly responded.

Feng Qing looked at the woman lying quietly on the bed through the vague curtain. Her face was very pale, her eyes were closed tightly, and her long eyelashes were motionless.

He wanted to go forward, but his footsteps seemed to be nailed in place, unable to move.

It's not unwillingness, but... not daring.

Just now at the side of the palace pool, he heard so clearly that she called him "Prince", every word was affectionate and unfeeling.

Feng Qing's Adam's apple rolled up and down, swallowing the bitterness surging up.

The woman on the bed moved her head slightly, frowning slightly.

Feng Qing tensed up and hurried forward.

Ye Feiwan still didn't wake up, but seemed to be having a nightmare, and the frown became more and more tight.

"Feiwan..." Feng Qing called her in a low voice, reaching out to hold her hand in the palm of his hand, but when he touched her fingertips, he froze for a moment, it was very cold.

"Come on, burn the earth dragon more vigorously!" He suddenly made a sound, raising his voice to order.

Several servants hurried in with charcoal fire and put them into the earth dragon.

Feng Qing held Ye Feiwan's palm, it was still cold there.

"More." He said hoarsely.

The servants came and went, adding charcoal fire three or four times. In the hall, the earth dragon and the stove were burning very vigorously, and the inside of the room was almost scorching hot.

Feng Qing still didn't notice it, she just grabbed the slender hand that had relaxed a little, and warmed it gently in the palm of her hand.

I don't know how long it took, the hand in the palm moved slightly, and the back of the hand rubbed against his palm, bringing a burst of numbness.

Feng Qing was startled, glanced at the thin fingers in his hand, and hurriedly looked at the woman lying on the bed.

Her frowning brows were slightly relaxed, and her eyelids moved slightly.

Feng Qing stopped breathing, but her heart became a little nervous; "Feiwan?" He called her in a low voice.

Ye Feiwan did have a dream.

In the dream, it was like going through everything in the past.

Past and Present.

There are so many things in her heart, like huge boulders, that make her almost suffocate, she can't let go, can't break it, so she can only choose to forget.

On the Qingshan Temple, the old abbot was the only one who saw her through, and the only one she could appeal to in this life.

But she can't stay in Qingshan Temple, so before leaving, forget everything.

Return the past to the past, she is only responsible for moving forward without burdening her.

But...but!
She actually returned to the capital and was trapped in the palace, unable to escape the fate of her previous life.

In her previous life, she was trapped in the Lengyuan, and in this life, what is the difference between this palace and the Lengyuan in this life?
Feng Qing obviously didn't love her, but he trapped her until she died!

"Feiwan..." Someone whispered her name beside her ear, as if reminding her, wake up, it's time for you to wake up.

It's time to wake up.

Ye Feiwan opened his eyes, and saw the bright yellow curtains, and the high-quality silk and satin under his body. The room was very warm, even a little scorching hot.

Her hands were tightly clenched, and she didn't relax at all.

Ye Feiwan turned her head and saw that Feng Qing was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at her intently.

How could he look at her like that.

It's so ridiculous.

In the past period of time, his acting was really good enough that she almost believed that he really had feelings for her.

His play has been done for too long.

"Are you awake?" There was no joy in Feng Qing's eyes, he just stared at her closely, "What's wrong with you?"

Ye Feiwan shook his head, and said in a flat voice, "I don't feel any discomfort."

Feng Qing felt relieved, but just as she was about to speak, her hands were empty.

He froze.

Ye Feiwan pulled her hand away from his palm.

"You..." Feng Qing made a sound, but stopped, his voice was very hoarse, and he said after a while, "Liu Ruyan will not enter the palace again."

Ye Feiwan glanced at him, but did not respond.

Feng Qing paused for a moment, his expression a little dazed, and then said: "In the future, no other woman will enter the palace, and Liu Ruyan will never again..." His voice stopped abruptly, and then he forced a smile, "You There is no need to make any more fuss.”

Ye Feiwan paused with his fingertips.

She looked at Feng Qing.

"Liu Ruyan will never..." What?To be taken by his side again?

But accepting Liu Ruyan was a matter of the previous life, how could Feng Qing know?

"How do you know Liu Ruyan?" Ye Feiwan paused for a moment, then asked in a low voice, his voice was probing.

Feng Qing paused, and unconsciously rubbed the side of his left hand with his right hand: "I didn't know, but you put all your heart into matching for me, that's how I found out."

Ye Feiwan didn't say anything, just watched Feng Qing's actions.

Feng Qing has always been able to hide his emotions very well, but... Rubbing the side of his hand was Feng Qing's habitual action in his previous life, and he would always do this when he was uncomfortable.

He lied.

Ye Feiwan propped himself up and tried to sit up.

"You...was there anything unusual?" Feng Qing's voice was very soft, and he stepped forward very naturally, put the soft pillow on which she was leaning on behind her, and supported her to lean on it.

Ye Feiwan was startled, the cold fragrance on Feng Qing's body easily wrapped her in it, she lowered her eyes and held her breath uncomfortably, and only shook her head when Feng Qing returned to her original place.

She doesn't want to talk about the recovery now, she wants to know...whether Feng Qing has the same memories of her previous life as her.

If not, he probably doesn't like himself, let alone treat himself well.

If so, then what he has done to her now is just compensation for her death in the cold courtyard in the previous life, and it cannot be taken seriously.

"You..." Seeing that she was silent, Feng Qing was about to speak.

"It's too hot here." Ye Feiwan said softly suddenly. Although her fingertips were still a little cold, her palms were sweating.

Hearing what she said, Feng Qing's doubts gradually dissipated. Her "Prince" may be caused by her past memories before she fainted.She didn't think of anything, and gradually relaxed a little in her heart.

He tilted his head and ordered: "Come here, burn the coals smaller."

The servant walked in very quickly, holding a basin of water in his hand, took out the burning charcoal little by little, put it in the water, and went out quietly.

Ye Feiwan turned around and smiled at Feng Qing: "Thank you."

Feng Qing froze, when she smiled at him just now, she was so close, but he felt far away.The next moment he stretched out his hand to grab her hand: "Before the palace banquet, I told you, after the palace banquet, I have something to tell you."

Ye Feiwan was stunned for a moment, remembering the distant previous life, what he said before the palace banquet seemed a little unreal, but he still nodded.

"Although it's past time now," Feng Qing lowered his eyes, looked at the pale fingertips of the woman in his hand, and rubbed them lightly, "If I say, I like you, can you trust me?"

(End of this chapter)