The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 81 Two people go out!

Ye Feiwan didn't expect that Feng Qing didn't bring anyone else with him, even Gao Feng stayed in the mansion.

There is only one carriage and one driver.

When she went out, Feng Qing was already waiting beside the carriage. She was dressed in white Shengxue, clearly only tied up with a white ribbon, but she was so extravagant and handsome that it was difficult to look directly at her.

"Get in the car." Feng Qing said in a low voice.

"Yeah." Ye Feiwan replied without looking at him, got up and got into the carriage.

Feng Qing followed closely and sat opposite her.

In the small carriage, neither of them spoke, and there seemed to be a slight embarrassment spreading in it.

Ye Feiwan squinted his eyes halfway. The carriage looked unattractive, but there was hardly any bumps inside, and it was very comfortable.

"This matter is of great importance, and the fewer people who know about it, the better." On the opposite side, Feng Qing said in a low voice, his voice very soft.

Ye Feiwan nodded in agreement, indeed, the emperor was seriously ill, and it was the prince who caused it. If ordinary people knew about it, they might lose their heads.

"Candied haws, candied haws..." Outside the carriage, a peddler was shouting loudly.

Ye Feiwan slightly opened the car curtain and looked outside. A peddler in green linen clothes was holding a haystack made of straw, with countless crystal clear candied haws stuck in it. Very bright.

She couldn't help squinting her eyes.

"Want?" On the opposite side, Feng Qing's voice came faintly, without any emotion.

Ye Feiwan paused holding the hand on the car curtain, turned her head to look at Feng Qing, and shook her head casually: "I don't want to."

This is true, I just heard selling candied haws, just thought... She and Feng Qing went out to the night market together in the previous life. Looking at her sour expression, she curled her lips and smiled.

He smiled lightly, even when Ye Feiwan looked at him, he quickly put away his smile.

But... She still saw it, and it was very moving.

No matter how embarrassing an in-law is, there have been good memories.

Feng Qing narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him: "What are you thinking?" In the past, he would never have asked this question, but at this moment, maybe it was too quiet in the carriage, and maybe he saw her looking like nostalgia again , opened his mouth and asked.

Ye Feiwan paused, and it was rare that he didn't confront each other. He just shook his head and smiled slightly: "Thinking of some past memories."

Feng Qing's thin lips tightened: "Is it related to men?"

Ye Feiwan's eyes moved slightly, and he raised his head to look at him with a half-smile. He was indeed a man, so those past memories were indeed related to men.

Under the woman's gaze, Feng Qing felt his scalp tense, and turned his eyes hastily, but he still said: "A few days ago, I was told not to welcome other women into the mansion before I left, but today is like this." Missing other men with great fanfare?"

Ye Feiwan paused for a moment: "I don't care who the prince is thinking about, don't I?" He even cares who she thinks.

Being blocked by her like this, Feng Qing's face froze, and finally he leaned aside and closed his eyes to sleep.

Ye Feiwan was making fun of herself, leaning against the sedan chair wall, and occasionally looking at the busy traffic on both sides of the street outside the carriage, and now she began to yearn for this smoky day.

I don't know how long it took, the carriage drove slowly to the busy area, the surroundings began to become quieter, the hustle and bustle stopped, and Ye Feiwan also became a little sleepy, shaking his head from side to side, leaning against the wall of the sedan chair with difficulty, but suddenly fell down, people Instantly woke up again.

In the end, he finally leaned back completely and fell into a deep sleep.

The moment she fell asleep, Feng Qing slowly opened her eyes and looked at her. She didn't sleep well, and her brows were tightly frowned.

After a slight pause, Feng Qing reached out and brushed her arm casually, and Ye Feiwan fell limply, his brows furrowed even tighter, and his eyelids quivered as he was about to wake up.

Feng Qing was startled, her index finger and middle finger quickly stepped forward, and lightly tapped the sleeping point on the back of her neck, her frowning brows relaxed, and she fell into a deeper sleep.

She breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, that point only made her sleep more deeply, if it was too heavy, she might not be able to wake up the next day.

Feng Qing thought to herself, and was about to get up, but only now did she realize that just now, to prevent her head from hitting the seat, his hand was still under her head, and she was pillowing her right now, so she felt comfortable.

Feng Qing frowned, and was about to pull out her hand, but the woman twisted her nose, turned her body slightly, and her lips barely touched his palm.

There was a sudden numbness in the palm of his hand, Feng Qingben's movements froze, and he could even feel the softness of her lips.

Inexplicably thinking of the night when he was drugged and unconscious in the palace, there was a woman who kissed him like a moth to a flame.But that feeling was too ethereal, which made him feel even more...was that night just an illusion?
"Don't..." The woman suddenly murmured, bringing Feng Qing back to his senses.

He jerked his head away.

"Don't... care about me," Ye Feiwan continued, her voice was not as flat as usual, but mixed with softness and pleading, "I...was planning to give up..."

Don't care about her, she was about to give up.

Feng Qing's hand under her head froze, feeling as if the blood had been congealed, and his fingertips felt cool. After a long time, he slowly asked, "Who did you give up?" His voice was cold.

"..." But Ye Feiwan didn't respond, and still muttered, "Don't get too close to me..."

Feng Qing's brows frowned even tighter, and she simply leaned forward, her voice lowered: "Ye Feiwan, tell me, who were you planning to give up?" Compared to just now, she was much softer.

Ye Feiwan was still silent, this time she didn't even talk in her sleep, she just leaned on his palm and fell asleep.

It's just a dream, Feng Qing thought.

Just when he thought she would not respond, the woman suddenly continued: "...My lord."

give him up?
Feng Qing paused with her fingertips, squinting her eyes at the woman in front of her, this... the woman who was resting on his palm, the woman who was sleeping soundly, actually said that she wanted to give up on him?

At the beginning, the city was full of wind and rain chasing him, and even if they chased him, they couldn't drive him away.She even boldly took the medicine after the two got engaged and climbed into his bed.Later, she got her wish and married into the palace.It is even more important that he is not allowed to accept other women.

Now, she said that she was going to give up on him?

A sense of betrayal suddenly surged in her chest, he stared at her, but she still smacked her lips and slept soundly.She totally didn't know how much disturbance aroused in other people's hearts because of her words.

With a sigh of relief, Feng Qing got up and immediately pulled out his hand.

With a slight sound of "dong", Ye Feiwan lightly tapped his head on the cushioned seat.

She opened her eyes in a daze, and glanced at Feng Qing. In the haze, she could only see a white dress, which looked like countless days and nights in her previous life. She was getting more and more sleepy in the room, and the door slammed slightly. He walked in.

She pursed her lips slightly, and murmured softly, "Feng Qing, you're back..." Then she closed her eyes again and fell asleep.

On the opposite side, Feng Qing's body shook, and his heart was like being thrown into a stone, no matter how hard it was to calm down.

(End of this chapter)