The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 445 Please
The house was silent.

Ye Feiwan was still standing by the table, but her expression was obviously surprised. She thought that with Feng Qing's pride, she would definitely not want to stay in the official post at this moment.

But...he is still there?What else did you say "those three words are serious"?
"Did he show his heart to you?" Fu Xian was silent for a moment, then raised his eyes to look calm, and asked An Ran.

Ye Feiwan paused with long eyelashes, opened his mouth but didn't know how to answer, and finally just quietly looked at the teacup on the table without saying a word.

"Ye Feiwan." Outside the door, Feng Qing's hoarse voice came again, low and light.

Ye Feiwan's fingertips trembled slightly, but his eyes were still staring straight ahead without moving.

"You clearly said in the past... that you love me." Feng Qing's voice was ethereal as if it was lingering in the clouds and mist, mixed with low whispers, it was not as weak as him.

It seemed...he was afraid that she would deny all her past love.

Ye Feiwan felt bitterness welling up in her heart. She really wanted to pretend she hadn't heard anything, but...but she couldn't, her heart felt like a heavy weight.

"Ye Feiwan, you love..." Feng Qing was still whispering, but his words were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the door opening, and the voice stopped abruptly.

Feng Qing was still wearing white clothes, but the hem of the clothes was stained with dust. Compared with his previous elegant appearance like a banished fairy, he was even more embarrassed. He was looking up at the woman at the door, his face pale.

Ye Feiwan looked at Feng Qing calmly, his eyes were dark without any fluctuation: "Feng Qing, everyone's love is not endless. I loved you once, but I only loved you once. Do you know what it means?" past'?"

Feng Qing trembled and stared straight at her, her pale lips moved, but she was speechless.

Ye Feiwan looked at his expression, lowered his eyes and smiled softly: "I hate being kept in the dark about everything, but you always keep silent. Feng Qing, you and I are not destined, nor suitable... ..."

"If there was no fate, how could you and I have been entangled for so long?" Feng Qing asked urgently.

Ye Feiwan paused, avoiding his gaze: "Even if there is fate, so what? You say you love me, but I don't. Can you beg me to continue to love you?"

Feng Qing is so proud, it's no wonder he didn't turn around and leave after hearing what she said.

But...he didn't.

He was still standing in the same place, with his head drooping slightly, and his head was full of blue hair falling on the white clothes behind him. Shengxue's clothes and black long hair made him look like a gloomy and handsome ghost.

The hours passed by.

Feng Qing didn't move.

Behind him, Fu Xian was looking at the two of them with a calm expression.

Ye Feiwan took a small breath. In terms of patience, she is inferior to him, and she is not willing to compare his patience with him at this moment: "You go back to the palace, this place is incompatible with you, besides, your complexion It's not very pretty, it's probably really sick..."

With that said, she was about to take half a step back and close the door.

"Ye Feiwan, don't stay in the room, don't stay with him..." Feng Qing took half a step forward and interrupted her softly, in a very low tone, like a frightened bird, speaking cautiously.

Ye Feiwan's hand to close the door paused, and after a moment of calm, he continued to close it.

"... Please." Feng Qing said suddenly.

Ye Feiwan's movements suddenly froze, Ben's back legs stopped, and he stared straight at the man at the door. He was obviously in a mess, and it was obvious that he was begging her, but... at this moment, his eyes were still clear and gorgeous. .

But her eyes were inexplicably hot.

"Feng Qing, what exactly are you trying to say?" Ye Feiwan took a breath and forced himself to calm down.

Feng Qing's lips trembled slightly. Looking at her, she stretched out her hand to lightly cover her heart for a long time, and said in a low voice, "Wanwan, you stay with him, my place hurts..."

Ye Feiwan glanced at his chest quickly, then retracted her gaze, and suppressed the panic in her heart: "You know what I want to know," she added quietly at this point, "This is probably the last time I will ask you this question. talk."

Feng Qing froze, and fell silent again.

Without another word, Ye Feiwan reached out and closed the door.

But there was no crisp sound of the door closing, but a muffled sound like hitting a bone—a big pale hand stretched in through the crack of the door, preventing the door from closing, and the door frame slammed heavily on the back of the pale hand, In an instant, a bloodstain appeared.

Ye Feiwan's eyes tightened, and he stared fixedly at the bloodstain, but couldn't look away anymore.

The door hit the back of his hand, and finally opened slowly with a "squeak".

"Pfft..." Behind him came a chuckle from the man.

Ye Feiwan's back froze.

"Just now you asked me why I did what I did tonight, but now it looks like it's just right?" Fu Xian walked forward slowly, her crimson clothes fluttering slightly, "That's fine too, Ye Feiwan, you don't need to sleep every night." I live in a shabby inn, so I don’t have to be so frightened that I can’t sleep after being knocked on the door with stones in the middle of the night, and I don’t have to laugh so empty…”

"Fuxian..." Ye Feiwan's voice was difficult, and he felt that Fuxian seemed to be angry at the moment.

"Is what I said wrong?" Fu Xian raised his eyebrows, but when he saw Ye Feiwan's expression, he was startled for a long time, lowered his eyes and sighed softly, seemingly helpless, "Are you pitying me?"

"No." Ye Feiwan replied almost without hesitation.

"Oh," Fu Xian only shook his head lightly, "Ye Feiwan, a person like you deserves to be hurt by love. Let go of a good person like me..." But the rest of the words, what did he say? Not going any further, he only glanced at Feng Qing who was pale at the door, "You and I are really at odds." He said it bluntly.

Feng Qing looked at him without saying a word.

But Fu Xian only turned sideways, bypassing the two of them: "I'm tired." After saying that, the man had strode towards the door, the crimson clothes on his body drew a dark red shadow in the night and under the firelight.

At the door, only Ye Feiwan and Feng Qing were left.

The back of Feng Qing's hand was hit hard by the door frame, a few drops of blood oozed from the blood mark, and was sliding down the back of his hand little by little. The pale skin and bright red blood were very dazzling.

He didn't realize it.

After a long time, Feng Qing slowly reached out and took out a letter from her cuff, and handed it to Ye Feiwan: "Everything you want to know is in this letter."

Ye Feiwan was stunned for a moment, reached out to take the letter, and glanced at Feng Qing hesitantly before unfolding the letter.

There was a thick pile of letter paper with a lot of books on it. Ye Feiwan flipped through the pages one by one. The handwriting was so dense that her eyes became a little dazed.

It took about an incense stick of effort before she finally read the letter thoroughly, holding the letter in a daze, but she didn't know what expression to put on.

"Feiwan..." Feng Qing looked at her worriedly.

Ye Feiwan finally recovered and folded the letter: "Is this what Liu Ruyan told you that night?"

"……Yes."

"Past life too?"

Feng Qingying said with difficulty: "At that time... this was one of the reasons."

"I see." Ye Feiwan nodded quietly, then bypassed Feng Qing and was about to walk towards the gate of the official post.

"Feiwan, you..."

"Don't follow me," Ye Feiwan interrupted, "I want to be quiet."

(End of this chapter)