The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 90 He dreamed of... the previous life?
Along the way, Ye Feiwan kept urging the groom, but when he arrived in the capital, it was not yet Haishi.

Perhaps Feng Qing had known for a long time that someone would meet him at the gate of the city, and the carriage entered the city very smoothly.

The streets were completely dark, and occasionally a watchman carried a lantern, and a clapper walked along the base of the wall, shouting "the sky is dry, be careful of the candles", but there was no movement.

But unlike the dead silence around, the entrance of Prince Jingyuan's mansion was brightly lit.

A group of people were waiting there with torches, and Gao Feng was standing at the door, looking over and over again.

Ye Feiwan naturally heard the movement in the carriage, but looking at Feng Qing who was unconscious all the way, he felt a little anxious.

Although the towels were changed frequently along the way, he didn't continue to burn, but he still grabbed her wrist, unable to break free, seeing that the palace was ahead.

"Hey, wake up." She called softly.

"..." Feng Qing naturally remained silent, after all, he was like this along the way.

Ye Feiwan watched helplessly as he grabbed his hand. The hairpin wound on the back of his hand was covered by a white cloth, so he couldn't see it clearly. If he used force, I'm afraid...he would be hurt even worse.

"Feng Qing, Feng Qing," Ye Feiwan said a little louder, "... let go."

"..." Feng Qing frowned slightly, but she still didn't open her eyes, she couldn't really hear what she was muttering.

"What?" Ye Feiwan moved closer.

Feng Qing's lips moved slightly, but Ye Feiwan's body froze suddenly.

What he murmured seemed to be... "Never."

absolutely nothing?Never let go?

At that moment, Ye Feiwan felt extremely confused.

"Huh—" the groom let out a long sigh, tightened the reins, and the carriage stopped slowly.

Prince Jingyuan's mansion is here.

They have returned to Beijing completely.

There was a sound of steady footsteps outside the car: "Welcome the prince and princess back home." Gao Feng's voice was very respectful.

Ye Feiwan looked at Feng Qing, then at his own wrist: "Yes." After thinking for a while, he finally said, "Guard Gao, come up here."

"...What?" Gao Feng hesitated.

"Carry the prince down." Ye Feiwan said silently.

This time Gao Feng didn't hesitate any longer, he opened the car curtain and came up, he was taken aback when he saw Feng Qing lying there unconscious, with his injured hand still clutching Wang Hao's wrist.

"He was injured," Ye Feiwan explained, "Why greet him with such great fanfare?"

"Reporting to Wangfei," Gao Feng said, "In the past few days, the palace only told the outside world that you and the lord have returned to the Ye mansion, and Master Ye also helped to cover it, so there is no secret."

father?Ye Feiwan nodded, understood, "Take your lord down first, and let the doctors in the mansion wait in the main hall."

"Yes."

After all, Gao Feng is a son of the Lian family. Hearing the words, he stepped forward and helped Feng Qing up, and carried him on his back. He was about to get off the horse, but his body froze.

The prince... is still holding on to the princess.

"Please also ask the princess to follow and go to the main hall for a while." Gao Feng said.

Ye Feiwan looked at her wrist, now...does she have any other choice?
The people in the Palace were always very efficient, even though it was already night, the doctor was already waiting in the main hall with the medicine box on his back.Just as Gao Feng put Feng Qing on the bed, the doctor had already stepped forward to give his pulse.

And Ye Feiwan... still followed by the couch.

"My lord was injured and weak, and he was suffering from the wind and cold, and he was suffering all the way, so the high fever didn't go away," the doctor said after calling out his pulse, "Your lord will wake up soon, and the next official prescribes a prescription My son, keep the prince safe."

After saying that, the doctor untied the white cloth from Feng Qing's hand again. Even though he had seen many wounds, when he saw the wound on his fingers, the doctor still took a deep breath and said after a long time: "Your Majesty, let's find the most Here comes the good medicine."

After the words fell, he hurriedly trotted out all the way with the medicine box on his back.

Ye Feiwan quietly looked at the pale man, even though he was asleep, his brows were still tightly frowned.

Unable to hold back, he stretched out his hand, wanting to rub the pimple between his brows away, but before he touched it, the doctor's voice came from the door: "Princess."

Ye Feiwan hastily withdrew his hand: "Huh?"

The doctor presented the blue and white porcelain bottle containing the ointment in his hand: "My lord has been holding on to you, and it may be inconvenient for me to deliver the medicine. Wangfei, look..."

"Just put it here." Ye Feiwan took it over,

The doctor naturally nodded in agreement, gave a few more instructions, turned around and left.

Ye Feiwan watched him grab her hand, and sighed softly in her heart, she really... couldn't understand him more and more.

It is not troublesome to apply medicine for him, but... the white cloth that he is holding on to his hand has not been removed, if he wants to apply medicine, he will definitely let him go.

Stretching out his hand, he wanted to break his fingers apart, but as expected, he seemed to be competing with others, and tried harder.

And his face became paler, as if he had a nightmare, the corners of his lips moved slightly, as if he was talking, but no sound came out.

"Feng Qing?" Ye Feiwan leaned forward, but still couldn't hear anything.

"Why are you holding on so tightly!" Ye Feiwan couldn't hold back a soft snort, "Hey, wake up!" After saying that, he stretched out his other hand and patted the back of the hand that was holding him.

"Hmm..." Feng Qing suddenly snorted.

Ye Feiwan's hands froze. She didn't have much strength, so it shouldn't hurt, but his hand moved, and then...slightly opened his eyes.

It's just that his eyes are still a bit blurred: "Ye Feiwan?" He frowned and called her.

"Are you awake?" Ye Feiwan looked at him.

"..." Feng Qing ignored her, looking directly at the curtain above his head, his voice became hoarse for a long time, "Just now, this king had a dream..."

"What dream?" Ye Feiwan was still staring at his wrist, still not letting go after waking up?

"My king dreamed that you stabbed me with a hairpin." Feng Qing said in a low voice.

Ye Feiwan looked at the back of his hand angrily: "I didn't expect the prince to hold grudges like this in his sleep. The injury on the back of your hand is much lighter than the one you scratched out by grabbing the cracks in the rocks." She only thought he said It must be the scene on the cliff where she stabs the back of his hand with a hairpin.

"No." Feng Qing frowned, as if trying to remember something, "You stabbed, not the back of this king's hand..."

Ye Feiwan secretly tried his best to break free from his shackles, his wrist froze, and it took him a long time to hear his own voice with some difficulty: "...what?"

She only stabbed him twice.

In the previous life, during that dispute, the silver hairpin in her hand pierced his chest, but she couldn't bear it, so she deviated a little.

In this life, he jumped off the cliff and grabbed her. She stabbed the back of his hand with a hairpin and wanted him to let go.

"My king dreamed that...you stabbed me with a hairpin..." Feng Qing murmured in a low voice, and unconsciously touched his chest. His heart ached, he was so painful that he almost fell into a dream and couldn't wake up. If someone hadn't patted the back of his hand, he might still be immersed in the dream.

Why is he rubbing his chest?

Ye Feiwan's hand trembled suddenly; "Where did you get stabbed?" She asked.

Feng Qing finally turned her eyes slightly to look at her: "I dreamed that you stabbed me in the heart..."

With a slight sound of "snap", Ye Feiwan almost used all his strength to free his wrist from Feng Qing's grasp, and stared back at him blankly.

On the back of Feng Qing's hand, the blood stained the white cloth quickly again...

(End of this chapter)