The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 467 End of Text

"Congratulations to the emperor, congratulations to the emperor, the empress is happy!"

Ye Feiwan woke up again, only through the vague curtain, saw the imperial physician kneeling on the ground outside, and then heard the familiar imperial physician say these words.

Are you happy?
Ye Feiwan was stunned.

After some time, the imperial physician retreated, and Feng Qing walked up to her slowly, his face still pale with lingering fear, and he reached out to hold her hand in his palm: "How do you feel?"

"Huh?" Ye Feiwan was puzzled.

"I'm an asshole. I didn't notice your discomfort. The imperial doctor said that you are more than one month pregnant." Feng Qing kissed the back of her hand, "What's wrong?"

Ye Feiwan said helplessly: "I haven't even noticed what's wrong with me..." As always, she ate and drank, if it wasn't for the sudden appearance of a baby girl that made her uncontrollably uncomfortable and sad, she wouldn't faint fall.

"By the way, how is that baby?" Ye Feiwan asked suddenly.

"It's all right now," Feng Qing hurriedly hugged her body, "The baby's fingers were cut off, but fortunately, it was found in time and did not bleed too much, so I ordered someone to send it to Jiuzhou. Hua Dian, sent two imperial physicians."

"That's good..." Ye Feiwan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well," Feng Qing responded in a low voice, still holding her hand, her fingertips were cold, "Wanwan, if you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me, I would rather not have a child than lose you."

Ye Feiwan smiled: "Yes."

"..." Feng Qing was silent for a moment, then said again, "If there is anything you want to eat, I will order the imperial dining room to make it."

Ye Feiwan thought for a while: "Roasted sweet potatoes?"

Feng Qing looked down at her silently, and then bit her earlobe lightly, before getting up to leave.

"What are you doing?" Ye Feiwan quickly stopped him.

"Aren't you going to eat roasted sweet potatoes?" Feng Qing glanced at her.

"Just kidding," Ye Feiwan laughed and pulled him onto the bed, "I'm not hungry yet."

Feng Qing hugged her lightly, and suddenly said after a long time: "Wanwan."

"Ok?"

"I love you."

……

Seven years later.

"Little prince, come down quickly, the tree is too high, what will happen if you fall!" Eunuch Chen stood guard under a sycamore tree, looking at the delicately carved young boy on the tree, his eyes were full. panic.

"What do you know, Gu is six years old this year, how is he so young?" Feng Jin snorted softly, although he was young, his eyebrows and eyes were like a poppy flower that had never bloomed, seductive and domineering.

"His Royal Highness, the emperor and empress will be coming to the imperial garden in a while. Your highness should come down first, so as not to be seen by the empress..." The maid also persuaded gently.

Feng Jin still casually leaned against the plane tree, not listening to anyone.

Eunuch Chen was helpless, pondered for a moment, and said to the court lady: "Now that things have come to an end, go and invite the little princess."

The maid's eyes lit up. The little princess was quiet and friendly. She turned around quickly and left. When she came back, she was followed by a young girl. Her face was slightly pale, and her crystal-clear eyebrows were a bit alluring, but she always hid her left hand in the cloak, not showing half of it.

Seeing the young man on the phoenix tree, Feng Wanhou's eyes widened, and he hurriedly walked a few steps: "Your Highness, the tree is dangerous, come down quickly." His voice was soft and waxy.

When Feng Jin heard this, his feet trembled, and the boy was about to fall uncontrollably.

A white shadow flashed past in the distance, stopping Feng Jin's falling body, but after a while, the man let go, allowing Feng Jin to fall directly to the ground.

At the side, Feng Wanhou's face turned pale, and he hurriedly stepped forward to help him: "Imperial brother, are you alright?"

"Who is your imperial brother!" Feng Jin turned to stare at her.

"Jin'er!" Feng Qing's deep voice came.

Feng Jin froze, and hummed softly in disbelief.

Feng Wanwan paused, and retracted his left hand unconsciously: "It's my fault, father, don't blame the emperor... No, Your Highness."

Feng Jin's face froze, and he looked at her left hand: "I didn't mean that, I..." After talking for a long time, his face turned red and he didn't know what to say.

Feng Qing glanced at Feng Jin as if nothing, and wrote lightly: "Now that you are talking to your imperial sister like this, why don't you find a son-in-law for your imperial sister, and your imperial sister will live outside the princess mansion, so as not to annoy you. "

Feng Wanwan paused, and then his face turned red.

Feng Jin's body froze, and he stood up straight unconsciously, but he couldn't hold back the next moment: "Father, which minister mentioned the matter of the son-in-law?" It seems that he has to write it down when he goes back.

Feng Qing squinted her eyes: "Your son was born well, who wouldn't want to marry?"

Feng Jin's face turned pale, and he pursed his lips in silence.

"What's wrong?" A gentle female voice came from behind.

Feng Qing's condensed expression gradually melted away, and when he turned his head, his eyes were full of tenderness, and he unconsciously took two steps forward: "It's okay, the brat fell down and has a long memory."

"Why did you fall?" Ye Feiwan walked to the middle of the boys and girls, squatted down and looked at the two of them.

"Mother." The two said at the same time.

Ye Feiwan chuckled softly: "Wu'er, it's cold today, Suyun boiled brown sugar ginger juice, you can go to my palace later."

"Yes, Queen Mother." Feng Wanwan replied lightly.

Ye Feiwan looked at Feng Jin again: "Jin'er is being mischievous again? Today's ginger juice is not your share."

"I..." Feng Jin was about to speak, but then he thought of something, and asked in a low voice, "Empress Mother, Emperor Father said that he wanted to find her a son-in-law, is it true or not?"

"Huh?" Ye Feiwan hesitated, looking at Feng Qing, who had a smile in his eyes, and she paused, "Of course it's true, you're good-looking and have a good temper, I'm sure you can find someone who is gentle, refined, and A wishful gentleman who treats her well."

Feng Jin's complexion changed, and he hummed and walked out of the imperial garden.

"Feng Jin." Feng Qing's voice sank.

Feng Jin's footsteps paused, and finally he turned his head unwillingly: "Father, Queen Mother, sons and servants will go back first."

After the words fell, the person quickly disappeared.

Ye Feiwan smiled helplessly, took Hou'er's hand, and followed Feng Qing back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Feng Qing went to the imperial study to do government affairs first, and Ye Feiwan watched Hou'er drink the ginger juice.Although Hu'er is fine, she has been weak since she was a child. She feels distressed every day when she sees her, and she needs to take care of her.

"Why did you leave a bowl?" Ye Feiwan wondered.

Feng Wanwan pursed her lips, said with a slight smile, "I left a bowl for Your Highness."

Ye Feiwan understood, but the next moment he thought of something, he stretched out his hand and took her hand: "Wu'er, you used to be young, and mother never told you, but now that you are old, mother wants to tell you, your You can't control your birth, but the future is in your hands."

From the very beginning, she and Feng Qing have never concealed her background. She knows everything, but she is still so gentle, which makes her more pitiful.

Feng Wanhou listened carefully to Ye Feiwan's words, a gleam of light appeared in her eyes for a long time, then she nodded vigorously, paused, she stretched out her left hand, and looked at the ugly scar left by the sixth finger beside her thumb: "I Understood, Queen Mother."

Ye Feiwan pinched her little face and chuckled softly.

That little guy Feng Jin ran over before the ginger juice cooled down, his face still full of anger.

Ye Feiwan leaned against the window and looked at the ledger.

Wan Wan stepped forward: "Imperial brother, the ginger juice left by your mother."

Feng Jin frowned: "How many times have I said, I'm not your imperial brother."

Wan Wan pursed her lips: "Then... Your Highness?"

Feng Jin managed to look better, but still muttered: "I hate the smell of ginger the most."

Houhou didn't look impatient at all, she smiled and continued: "Jin'er?"

Feng Jin's face flushed instantly, and she said in embarrassment, "You, what are you calling me indiscriminately!"

Ye Feiwan paid some attention to the account book, and squinted at Feng Jin: "I didn't intend to keep that ginger juice for you, that's because you are kind."

Wan Wan's face turned hot.

Feng Jin quickly snatched the ginger juice away, and drank it down with his head raised.

……

It was night and it was dark.

Ye Feiwan was sitting next to the bronze mirror, taking off the hairpin from his head, but he didn't know which hairpin caught his hair, Ye Feiwan couldn't help frowning.

But a big hand came up, and gently tore apart the hair she was hooking: "Sorry, ma'am, I met with some ministers today, and I came back late."

As he said that, Feng Qing had embraced her, rubbed his chin against her shoulder, and looked at the reflection of the two of them in the bronze mirror.

Ye Feiwan's face turned hot. The two had been married for a long time, but they didn't expect to be seduced by his face: "I just read the account book."

"Huh?" Feng Qing tilted his head and said in a low voice, "You didn't miss me?"

Ye Feiwan: "..."

Feng Qing said again: "But I miss you all day long. I am in the study, but my heart is with you."

Ye Feiwan was silent for a moment: "From whom did you learn these disgusting words, drag him out and chop him up."

Feng Qing gave a low laugh, and hugged her lightly: "Although the words are nasty, the heart is true."

After the words fell, he tilted his head and kissed her cheek lightly.

"Feng Qing..." Ye Feiwan turned her head to avoid him, "I want to tell you about Jin'er."

"Ok?"

"Jin'er to Yu'er..." Ye Feiwan hesitated.

"That stinky brat has repeatedly asked Yu'er not to call him 'Emperor's Brother', and he feels very uncomfortable, but he doesn't speak nicely to Yu'er himself, and he doesn't know who he looks like!" Feng Qing whispered.

Ye Feiwan glanced at him sideways: "You really don't know who he looks like?" Duplicity and insincerity, clearly carved out of the same mold as Feng Qing.

Feng Qing also thought about the past, coughed lowly, and rubbed her shoulder: "Anxin, Yu'er has always been smart, do you think Yu'er doesn't know?"

"You mean..." Ye Feiwan was surprised.

Feng Qing laughed lowly: "It's good to let the brat suffer a little bit."

Ye Feiwan also laughed out loud.

Feng Qing bit her ear: "Madam, the night is just right, why don't you serve your husband to bed?"

Ye Feiwan: "...Really, Feng Qing, kill the person who taught you dirty talk!"

Feng Qing chuckled, and hugged her horizontally: "Madam's face is blushing, it seems that those words are very useful!"

"Feng Qing... um..." Ye Feiwan's voice finally stopped when the curtain fell.

Feng Qing kissed her lightly, bit by bit, extremely gentle, like hugging a treasure.

"Wanwan, Wanwan..." He called her softly.

It seems that even he himself can't say how much he loves her!

(End of this chapter)