The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 95 Concubine Qu?

The time soon came to the day of entering the palace.

Ye Feiwan had a natural reluctance to enter the palace.

But obviously, with her current status, she had to enter the palace.

"How about this pearl hairpin?" Shao Yao held a five-phoenix hanging pearl hairpin and compared it on her head.

Ye Feiwan frowned, rummaged through the jewelry box at the side, and directly picked out a white jade porcelain hairpin: "Just use this, it's not a palace banquet, keep it plain, so as not to fall into the trap."

Shao Yao pursed her lips: "Miss is now married to the prince, and has the support of the master behind her, who dares to disrespect the lady." Having said that, she still stretched out her hand to take the plain hairpin.

There seemed to be a slight movement outside the door, but Ye Feiwan didn't pay attention to it, and just smiled: "Shaoyao, in this world, rely on others, and there will always be a day when others fail, so it's better to rely on yourself." Ji, "Besides, I entered the palace to watch the excitement, not to compete for beauty."

"Watching the fun?"

"Yeah." Ye Feiwan stood up, wearing a white skirt, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Thinking about the past, she was by Feng Qing's side every day, and wanted to enter the palace with him, not to be alone. She just wanted to let everyone know that she was his princess and his wife, but Feng Qing treated her like an idiot. Hide if you can.

Now, she just wants to hide from the court and hide from Fengqing, but how could she think that she is more diligent than entering the palace in her previous life.

"Well, wait for me at the house." Ye Feiwan smiled at Shaoyao, turned around and walked towards the door.

But when she reached the door, she was slightly startled. She didn't expect that Feng Qing would take the initiative to come to pick him up.Especially... when she saw what he was wearing, she frowned slightly.

He is also dressed in plain clothes, with black hair tied on the top of his head with a hosta, his whole person is a little more elegant than before, and he is wearing a white robe, with the cold wind blowing, his hairband and robe are blown by the wind. move.

It's like... It's deliberately matched with her outfit.

"My lord!" Shao Yao whispered, knelt on the ground to pay her respects, which also interrupted Ye Feiwan's thoughts.

Ye Feiwan came back to his senses, and coughed to cover up his uneasiness at the moment: "My lord is coming to pick me up?"

Feng Qing was still looking at her, just now when she walked to the door, she heard her say in a calm tone, "In this world, rely on others, and others will always fail one day, so you can't rely on yourself", she can think about it now.

Can't help being a little annoyed that I did some weird things today and thought of picking her up in the backyard?

"Well," in the end, he only responded indifferently, turned around and left, "the carriage is already waiting outside."

Ye Feiwan nodded and followed.

There was silence in the carriage.

Ye Feiwan looked at the man in front of him, always felt that he seemed to be angry, but his temperament was always unpredictable, and he never cared, so he asked, "How's the injury on your hand?"

Feng Qing's downcast eyes finally raised his head, and he looked at her slowly, without opening his mouth.

Ye Feiwan waited for quite a while, before he finally opened his lips: "Is the princess still concerned about my king's injury?"

Ye Feiwan hesitated.

Thinking about it carefully, she has been away from Lincheng for many days, except that she gave him medicine the night she just came back, and he called him to the front yard a few days ago, and she has never seen him again.

"My lord manages everything every day..." She smiled resentfully.

"This king has been staying at the mansion every day for the past few days." Feng Qing broke her lie.

"..." Ye Feiwan paused, "I'm afraid of disturbing the prince, and the prince probably doesn't want to be disturbed by me."

After all...he used to despise her so much that her lingering spirit persisted.

Feng Qing's body was slightly condensed, and the aura around him seemed to be even more condensed, and this inexplicable aura was born all the way to the palace.

After getting off the carriage, she walked quickly alone. Ye Feiwan had to walk quickly to barely keep up.

In the next moment, Feng Qing, who was walking ahead quickly, stopped suddenly.

Ye Feiwan didn't notice the front, and bumped into it straight away.

Feng Qing's back...was very stiff, her nose was red from the collision, tears almost rushed out, and her figure also tilted forward.

The wrist was grabbed by someone, and she stabilized her body. The cuff sank, as if something had been put in it. She thought it was a collision with the purse on the cuff, and she stretched out her hand to tidy it up. She never thought that there was a big hand on her shoulder. , Feng Qing held her in his arms.

Ye Feiwan was surprised: "My lord, this is..."

Before she finished speaking, Feng Qing turned her eyes and silently stopped her next words.

Ye Feiwan's body froze, and she unconsciously glanced at the big hands on her shoulders. Then, she heard footsteps in front of her, and saw the emperor's personal servant chief and a small group of people hurried towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

She understood almost immediately that dare to love is a drama of deep love between husband and wife, lest the palace people see it as a joke.

"The drama of the love between husband and wife is over, the prince should let go." Ye Feiwan lowered his eyes and sighed in his heart. When will he be able to treat her well without any conditions?

"A play?" Feng Qing murmured these two words almost playfully, and in the next moment, he squeezed out a smile, "Wangfei thinks it's just a play?"

His voice was very gentle and magnetic, but in Ye Feiwan's ears, there was a sense of uneasiness. Others didn't know it, but she knew it very well. The gentler Feng Qing was, the more strange and dangerous he was.

Unconsciously, she wanted to take half a step back, but the hand on her shoulder imprisoned her movements. She wanted to break free, but thought of the hairpin injury on the back of his hand, so she just bit the bullet and asked back: "Otherwise, the prince will really let go!" emotion?"

If you really have feelings, I'm afraid it will be a big joke in the world.

Feng Qing's brows were tightly frowned, as if taking a deep breath, she said: "Even if it's really a drama, you have to do enough for the sake of the palace's face. The concubine is self-willed and has to pick her time, this is not the Yefu."

capricious……

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled slightly. She was no stranger to Feng Qing's words, but she didn't understand why she wanted to stay by his side so desperately that he said "it's not the time for her self-willedness", but now she is not bad. He still said that?

He is still used to talking to him in this coaxing tone.

"It's not capricious, Feng Qing." Ye Feiwan said in a low voice, seeing that the palace servants in front of her had disappeared, she wanted to grab Feng Qing's wrist, trying to brush his hand away.

But he failed, Feng Qing's strength was great.

Ye Feiwan turned her head in surprise, but caught Feng Qing's eyes. His eyes were beautiful, deep and dark, but there seemed to be something surging under the tide.

His heart moved inexplicably, but he became more flustered and wanted to escape even more.

"Ye Feiwan!" Feng Qing became a little more impatient, and his men strengthened a little.

He's still hurt...

Ye Feiwan calmed down, looked behind Feng Qing, and said in a low voice, "Concubine Qu..."

Just four words, Feng Qing's body froze, and the strength in his hands relaxed. Ye Feiwan didn't even need to struggle anymore. He had already unconsciously lifted his hand off her shoulder and looked back.

There was no one there.

"Pfft..." Ye Feiwan gave a low laugh, and his waist was slightly bent when he laughed. Sure enough, the one who could attract Feng Qing was only that one person from the beginning to the end, and he tried every time.

And just now, the little "undercurrent surging" in his eyes was after all his own self-indulgence.

"Ye Feiwan!" Feng Qing seemed even angrier.

Ye Feiwan squinted her eyes, and this time took the initiative to grab his arm and leaned against his side: "Let's go, my lord, don't you still have to go to the saint?" His voice was a little softer than before, but it also lacked friendship.

(End of this chapter)