The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 89
Feng Qing has always been an activist.

In the early morning of the second day, Ye Feiwan had just woken up and finished washing, when the groom was already waiting there respectfully at the door, saying in a respectful voice, "Master, madam, the carriage is ready and it is at the door of the inn."

"Yeah." Feng Qing was still wearing the wide-sleeved white robe that Ye Feiwan bought yesterday. He responded lightly, turned his head to look at the woman who was folding the quilt, and frowned slightly, "Leave these to others and forget it."

Ye Feiwan straightened up: "Then let others find you and I sleeping on the bed and the other on the floor?" asked casually.

Feng Qing was blocked by her, and he was rarely speechless, so he turned his head and didn't look at her again.

Ye Feiwan was already tidying up her hands and feet, and followed Feng Qing towards the downstairs.

The shop waiter was standing in the lobby, and when he saw the two of them, he smiled happily: "You two are leaving?" I had a good chat with this girl yesterday, and now my smile is more genuine.

Ye Feiwan also smiled: "These days have been troublesome."

"No trouble, no trouble!" The waiter hurriedly shook his head.

However, Feng Qing's expression was slightly gloomy, and he glanced at him lightly, his body froze in shock, and the smile remained on his face.This master... since yesterday, it seems that he has a deep prejudice against him.

On the other side, Feng Qing had already withdrawn his gaze and walked towards the door.

The carriage did stop there, and the groom was waiting there holding the reins.

Ye Feiwan glanced at the man beside him, wondering if he should help him, but without thinking, Feng Qing took a big step and stepped up.

Instead, he was thinking too much, Ye Feiwan shrugged, climbed into the carriage and said nothing.

The carriage staggered and set foot on the road back to Beijing.

Leaning against the sedan chair wall, Ye Feiwan's eyes occasionally glanced past Feng Qing's hands hidden under his wide sleeves.

The wound on his hand was a thorn in her heart. On the cliff, he was grabbing her desperately, no matter how he comforted himself that he was only saving Miss Ye's family, he still couldn't stop feeling uneasy.

"Did you change your medicine this morning?" Ye Feiwan suddenly thought of something, and looked up at Feng Qing.

Feng Qing frowned, she woke up today and was ready to go back to Beijing, how could she have time to change her medicine?So I didn't speak.

"That means it hasn't been changed," Ye Feiwan said lightly, lowering his head, took out the medicine bottle from his cuff, and sat beside Feng Qing, "I'll change the medicine for you."

Feng Qing pursed her lips slightly, didn't say much, but raised her hand slowly.

Lifting off the white cloth wrapped yesterday, looking at the black wound on it, Ye Feiwan couldn't help squinting his eyes. After a long time, he gently wiped off the remaining medicine, and then lightly sprinkled a layer of medicine powder: "Maybe there will be some stinging pain." She lowered her head and warned, and then carefully wrapped the white cloth in circles.

Feng Qing narrowed her eyes and looked at the woman in front of her.

The carriage swayed slightly, her expression was extremely focused, every movement was cautious, as if she was afraid of hurting him, and even because of being too nervous, a thin layer of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose.

"Okay." Ye Feiwan let out a long sigh of relief, and raised her head. I don't know if it was her illusion, but she always felt that Feng Qing's lips were slightly pale.

But Feng Qing looked away very quickly, and only squeezed out a word from his throat: "En."

Ye Feiwan didn't pay much attention to it, sealed the medicine bottle and put it in his cuff: "I won't be able to arrive in the capital until tonight at Haishi. Don't forget to remind me to change the medicine at noon and night."

Feng Qing paid attention to her movements, and for the first time felt that... a little injury is not a bad thing.

But he quickly sensed his thoughts, his expression turned serious, and he leaned against the wall of the sedan chair to doze off, without saying a word.

Ye Feiwan watched his movements, just as if he didn't want to talk to her, so she sat across from him and quietly watched the scenery outside the car curtain.

In late autumn, everything withers and falls, and occasionally a few fallen leaves float down, which only adds to the emotion in people's hearts.

Back in the capital, knowing Youcao, Feng Qing will surely break the prince's situation, and it won't be long before the power of the court changes.

She thought... She would definitely remember yesterday, when he jumped off the cliff to save her, almost costing his life.

Finally unable to hold back, she let out a low sigh.

It's a little cool on the side.

Ye Feiwan looked over, and saw Feng Qing who was sleeping with her eyes closed just now, and now her gaze was on her: "Why?" She raised her eyebrows and asked.

Feng Qing frowned slightly: "Not everyone is suitable for mourning the spring and autumn." He said, especially just now, when she looked out the window and sighed, there was a lifeless aura in her whole body.

"What?" Ye Feiwan was puzzled at first, but quickly realized, "What the lord said is that a person like me is not suitable for a lady's emotions like hurting spring and autumn." She said.

Feng Qing's brows frowned even tighter, her thin lips were slightly pursed, her expression seemed to be even uglier, but in the end she didn't speak.

Ye Feiwan didn't doubt that he was there, and turned her head to continue looking outside the car curtain, but she never thought that the man in front of her suddenly fell backwards, leaning against the car wall in a state of embarrassment, making a lot of noise.

She turned her head hastily, Feng Qing was still leaning against the car wall, but... her face became paler, although she still looked like she was just asleep, but...

Ye Feiwan hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached out and touched his forehead.

No wonder... His complexion is not good-looking, and he still has a fever.

Probably because of the serious injury on his hand, his body was also weak. Ye Feiwan called him twice in a low voice: "Feng Qing, Feng Qing..."

He frowned and didn't respond.

Ye Feiwan sighed softly. If he hadn't fainted at this moment, even she wouldn't be able to see that he was unwell.

He's always been good at enduring, always has been.

Asking the groom to find a place to stop the carriage and build a fire, Ye Feiwan couldn't help but rejoice that he had grabbed more medicine yesterday, boiled some concoction, fed it spoon by spoon to Feng Qing, dipped a silk handkerchief in cold water, Covering his forehead, he urged the groom to go on his way again.

It's time to return to the capital as soon as possible, the palace has its own doctor waiting for it.

The silk handkerchief was hot again.

Ye Feiwan took off the silk handkerchief on Feng Qing's forehead, poured some cold water on it, and wrung it out before covering it up again.

However, this time, just as she put the silk handkerchief on, a big hand grabbed her wrist with a "snap".

Ye Feiwan was startled, and turned to look at Feng Qing, but the latter still closed his eyes tightly, not awake.

For some reason, she suddenly thought of asking him "Have you ever trusted anyone?" in his study, and his response was "Yes, it will end badly."

He... But he regarded her as someone who would harm her?
With a slight force on his hand, he wanted to break free from his shackles, but his strength became stronger and stronger, and even the hairpin wound on the back of his hand showed signs of bleeding.

Ye Feiwan was slightly stunned, her strength unknowingly weakened: "I won't harm you." She whispered.

The strength of holding her wrist also weakened accordingly.

Ye Feiwan continued: "How about letting go first?"

The hand on the wrist was motionless.

Ye Feiwan looked at that hand, and suddenly felt sour in his heart: "A long time ago...you didn't even want to touch me, my lord..."

(End of this chapter)