The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 93 Prince... let you pass

Ye Feiwan rarely left the house these two days.

He eats three meals a day in the room, and when he has nothing to do, he just sits in the room and reads the scriptures. Although Taoyao doesn't know what happened, she has been caring for her all the time.

Ye Feiwan knew that he could do nothing about Feng Qing's surveillance. Since he was willing to monitor her, he would monitor her. Just like in his previous life, he monitored her for a year. know what?
In the front yard, people came from time to time, saying that the prince's hand hadn't improved, and saying that the prince didn't take medicine on time when he was busy.

Ye Feiwan knew that if it was her in the past, she would have rushed to the front yard in a hurry to watch him take the medicine. In the past, she always felt that after Feng Qing left her, she would only toss her body.

Now, no more self-indulgence.

He sent someone to watch, and she would be the one to be watched honestly.

Today, even more so.

After Ye Feiwan washed up early in the morning and had eaten breakfast, she nestled in the room and didn't go anywhere, leaning quietly on the bed alone and flipping through the book that she had read several times.

Nowadays, the vernacular stories in the capital are all about wit and beauty, and she can memorize them with her eyes closed.

It was also at this time that Shao Yao was talking to someone in a low voice, and then Shao Yao walked to the door: "Miss, it's... the high guard in the front yard."

Ye Feiwan paused while clutching the script: "Huh? What's the matter?" Asked casually.

"My lord... didn't take any medicine this morning." Gao Feng's voice sounded outside the door.

"Oh," Ye Feiwan responded in a low voice, "How old is the prince this year?" She asked out of tune.

Gao Feng paused, and then replied: "Twenty to five."

"He's not young anymore, and he's still a prince. Could it be that he needs someone to feed him?" Ye Feiwan said lightly.

"..." Gao Feng was silent for a moment outside the door, and finally left.

But after a while, he came back again, this time more refined than last time: "My lord, please go to the vestibule."

"No." Ye Feiwan refused without thinking.

"..." Gao Feng was silent again for a long time, "The prince said... the princess must go."

Ye Feiwan's hands gripped the script slightly, Gao Feng emphasized the word "Princess", it really is... a title that people can't refuse.

Probably Feng Qing was also reminding her that this is the princess and he is the prince.

After getting up, Ye Feiwan opened the door: "Okay." She replied.

Without saying a word along the way, Gao Feng directly led her to the door of Feng Qing's inner bedroom: "My lord, my lord is waiting inside."

"En." Ye Feiwan responded, opened the door and walked in.

Originally, Ye Feiwan thought that the doctors in the palace were all skilled in medicine, so it would be easy to deal with Feng Qing's injuries. The rumors that Feng Qing was in poor health spread to the backyard a few days ago were all false.

Now, seeing Feng Qing, she actually believed the rumors a little bit.

Feng Qing was dressed in white, with a white cloak behind him, and was leaning on the bed, flipping through the booklet in his hand.

He is not idle, Ye Feiwan thought.

Hearing the movement at the door, Feng Qing turned her head to look at her, her cheeks were a little thin, but she couldn't hide her beauty, her lips were slightly pale, and she looked a little sickly and beautiful.

Ye Feiwan frowned, did he not take care of his body?But his mouth was peaceful: "I don't know if the prince asked me to come, is there something important?"

Feng Qing met her gaze and said nothing for a long time. Just when Ye Feiwan was a little impatient, he finally said, "The injury on the back of this king's hand is still not healed." He said very flatly.

Ye Feiwan's brows tightened suddenly: "What is the meaning of this, my lord?"

"Ye Feiwan, I was here to save you that day." Feng Qing put the booklet in hand aside.

"I'm here to get the worry-relieving grass for the lord." Ye Feiwan replied, but suddenly thought of something, "But thank you lord for saving my life."

"..." Feng Qing pursed her lips and remained silent for a moment, her eyes slowly falling on a corner beside her.

Ye Feiwan followed his line of sight, and was a little taken aback. There were many gift boxes in that corner, most of which were very expensive at first glance.

There was a slight doubt in my heart, but I quickly realized that Feng Qing hadn't gone to court for the past few days, and only said that he was slightly injured when he returned to Ye's house, and he had to rest for a few days.

I think these gift boxes were sent by other officials.

"Other people are very good at giving gifts, but the concubine did not say at all." Feng Qing looked away and said casually.

Unlike in the past, she sent countless gifts to the palace for big and small festivals. The daughter of the richest man, what precious things can't be bought?

"I live in the palace now, and I eat the prince's food and use the prince's. How can there be any rare items for the prince?" Ye Feiwan looked away and looked at the carpet on the ground. , the prince doesn’t like it either, does he?”

"This king never said no..." Feng Qing retorted almost immediately, but his face paled when he thought of something.

He did say... In the past, before big or small festivals, she would always ask him or ask him directly: "Feng Qing, what do you want?"

How did he respond then?He said: "Miss Ye's gift is always a bit vulgar, so let's avoid it."

And after hearing what he said, she always left silently, but still sent gifts on festival days.

"It seems that the lord has remembered." Ye Feiwan curled her lips and laughed at herself. She hadn't recalled those pasts for a long time.

The more people experience, the more sorrowful the heart will be when recalling the past. She doesn't want to be too sad, otherwise, she will appear too pitiful.

Feng Qing's thin lips were slightly pursed, and he looked at his hands for a long time: "So what if you remember? The fact that the king was injured because of you has not changed." After saying that, he raised his eyes and looked at her, "Give me medicine. "

Ye Feiwan frowned: "I'll call the doctor."

"This king asked you to come." Feng Qing stared at her stubbornly.

Ye Feiwan looked back at him, feeling that Feng Qing was extremely unreasonable today: "I can leave after taking the medicine?" she asked.

Feng Qing turned her eyes away, not looking at her again.

Ye Feiwan had already taken the medicine bottle at the side, moved a wooden stool and sat on the bed: "Take it out."

Feng Qing glanced at her hesitantly, but still slowly passed her hand over.

Ye Feiwan untied the neat white cloth wrapped around it, and the hairpin injury on the back of his hand had already formed a thin layer of scabs, and I believe it would be healed within ten days and a half months.

It's just the other hand, because the flesh and blood were cut open to the naked eye, I'm afraid... it will leave scars.

Feng Qing's hands are beautiful, like slender jade, with a thin layer of calluses on the palms due to martial arts training. It is a pity that such hands have scars on all four fingertips.

Ye Feiwan took the medicine lightly, thinking wildly in his mind.

Above the head, a man's voice also sounded at this moment: "I heard that you went to the Lengyuan a few days ago and almost fell from a tree?"

Ye Feiwan tightly grasped his fingertips, and obviously felt that Feng Qing's hand was trembling, she hastily released her grip, tightly gripped the medicine bottle, and replied lightly for a long time: "Yes."

(End of this chapter)