The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 144 Who are you looking at?

Twelfth lunar month 23...

Ye Feiwan never imagined that after six or seven days, Feng Qing would still be obsessed with this problem.

Turning her eyes, she looked at the man who was staring at her closely. He was really drunk, and there was a bit of hazy sparkle in his eyes, which inexplicably made people dare not look at him.

After all, Ye Feiwan turned his eyes away, and his voice was hoarse: "You are drunk..."

"Drunk?" Feng Qing repeated the word playfully, and then suddenly opened his lips, "Let's assume that this king is drunk, so, what's your answer, Ye Feiwan?"

The address with the first name and the last name always adds a bit of sternness.

Ye Feiwan paused slightly: "What kind of answer do you want to hear?"

Feng Qing froze, pursed her thin lips, and simply said nothing.

He didn't know what kind of answer he wanted to hear, but it was definitely not as simple as "just Xiaonian".

There was a long silence.

"There are three out of twenty in the twelfth lunar month, and it's your birthday." Ye Feiwan's voice sounded slowly, especially clearly in the small bedroom.

She has always known, even... When she doesn't want to think about it, she will feel inexplicably restless.

But so what?She kept it in his heart, but he never remembered her.

"You really haven't forgotten..." Feng Qing said in a deep voice, staring at her with complicated eyes.What was said about "Xiao Nian" that day was just to anger him.

"What's the difference between whether I forgot or not?" Ye Feiwan raised her eyes slowly, "Does the lord care?"

"I..." Feng Qing's voice tightened, then her speech faltered for a moment, her eyes lowered, and she remained silent again.

Ye Feiwan smiled, "Feng Qing, you don't have to force yourself, I know you don't care. If you cared, you wouldn't put aside the gifts I gave you in the past."

"What do you mean?" Feng Qing frowned.

"Last year, my lord, do you still remember what I gave him?" Ye Feiwan asked suddenly.

"..." Feng Qing fell silent.

Ye Feiwan continued to ask: "What about the year before last? Your lord?"

"..." Feng Qing's intoxicated eyebrows and eyes added a bit of inexplicable panic.He has always had a photographic memory, but...he couldn't even remember the gift she gave him. He sent it with great fanfare, but he...had never remembered it.

"Don't think about it, my lord," Ye Feiwan interrupted his thoughts. Even in the past and present, she still remembers clearly what she gave him, "The year before last, I heard that you loved cold weapons, so I asked people to make them for you." I bought a dark iron sword and put it in a wooden box. Last year, I gave you a gold thread coat, on which I personally embroidered a pair of mandarin ducks with gold thread."

But these, the treasures that she had chosen thousands of times, were given to Feng Qing, and she never saw them again.

She gave him all her most cherished things, but he never cherished them.

Feng Qing's face turned pale, as if she had deliberately forgotten, everything she said had no trace in his memory.He remembered that she celebrated his birthday with great fanfare in the past, and remembered the boredom in his heart at that time, but he didn't remember... what she gave him.

"...Your Highness?" Feng Qing remained silent for a long time, Ye Feiwan was inevitably confused, took two steps forward, and called him softly, but he didn't respond, Ye Feiwan got closer, "Feng Qing?"

After saying that, Feng Qing raised her eyes suddenly, as if startled by her sudden approach, she took two steps back to separate the two of them.

Ye Feiwan stared blankly at the distance between them, he seemed to reject her in his bones.

Finally, she chuckled and took two steps back: "Sorry, I was the one to be abrupt."

Feng Qing watched her evasive movements, the corners of her lips twitched slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she was finally depressed, she didn't speak any more, just stared at her.

Under his gaze, Ye Feiwan only felt restless in her heart. The two of them were not close, but she still smelled the fragrance of wine on his body. Pretending to wake up, she turned around to avoid his gaze: " Look at me, I forgot to serve sober tea."

After the words fell, before Feng Qing could respond, she had already walked out the door quickly.

When the door closed behind her, she slowly let go of the tightly clenched hand hanging by her side.

She is not afraid of Feng Qing treating her coldly, she is afraid of Feng Qing's inexplicable softness.It is not easy to gouge a person out of his heart.

All the servants have been dismissed by her, and now it's dark, Ye Feiwan doesn't want to disturb any more, so he went to the dining room alone, quietly brewing sober tea.

Seeing the brown tea juice bubbling slowly, she became a little dazed.Looking forward to Feng Qing's impatience waiting in the room, he left alone.

Even if she worked hard for nothing, she didn't complain.

But when she returned to the inner bedroom with sober tea and saw a white figure sitting in front of the wooden table with one hand propped on her temple, her fantasy was finally shattered.

Ye Feiwan walked up to the front and realized that Feng Qing seemed to be... asleep, with her eyes squinted and her brows slightly furrowed, as if extremely uncomfortable.

She put the hangover tea on the table and made a small sound.

Feng Qing's eyelashes moved, and finally she only half-opened her eyes dimly, looked at the tea, and then looked up at her.

His eyes were not as deep and cold as before, but instead carried a bit of warmth between half dream and half awake.

Ye Feiwan breathed hard, but said calmly, "Drink the hangover tea."

"..." Feng Qing didn't respond, and his eyes fell on the hangover tea again. After a while, he murmured, "Ye Feiwan, you owe me 'Happy Birthday'." The voice murmured, as if talking to herself.

Ye Feiwan's heart stopped suddenly, and he stood there in a daze for a long time, looking at him cautiously.

You must be drunk, you should be drunk.

A sober Feng Qing would not say such words to her.

"Feng Qing, you're drunk," she frowned, "I drank the hangover tea."

"Yeah, I'm drunk." Rarely, he followed her words, this time without any hesitation, picked up the still slightly hot hangover tea, raised his head and drank it down.

Ye Feiwan watched his movements and remained silent for a long time.

Now it is the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, but he still remembers the sentence of 23.

"Crackling——" In the night, there was a sudden sound of firecrackers.

Ye Feiwan was startled and suddenly regained consciousness. She turned her head and looked out of the window. It must be the Chinese New Year. On weekdays, when the people are resting, there are still people setting off firecrackers.

Turning his eyes, he looked at Feng Qing, who seemed to be attracted by the sound of firecrackers, and was looking out the window.

Ye Feiwan suddenly thought, this seems... This is the first Spring Festival she and Feng Qing spent together.

In his previous life, he was always busy, even if he wasn't busy, he rarely took the initiative to go to the backyard.Only once, she went to the front yard to look for her, and made a corner with many people, waiting for him to come back.

He did come back, he was rare and gentle that day, but... That night, before they finished their meal together, he hurried away again.

"This year, maybe it's the first time you have a so-called wife to accompany you for the festival," Ye Feiwan looked at him and murmured, "Maybe, it should be the last one..."

After finishing speaking, she shook her head and denied, "No, there is always someone you want to marry..."

Feng Qingben's fingers on the table trembled, he turned his head and said suddenly: "Who are you looking at?" His voice was tense.Her gaze was clearly looking at him, and he was the only one here, but he felt that she seemed to be looking for the shadow of others through him.

Ye Feiwan froze, hurriedly avoided his gaze, and smiled: "Why are you so fierce when you're drunk?" Obviously changing the subject.

Feng Qing pursed her lips and remained silent.

"Crackling", there was another sound of firecrackers outside the window.

"Happy birthday, Feng Qing." Along with the sound of firecrackers, there was a deep female voice.

Feng Qing's body froze, and he said in a low voice for a long time: "If you make up what you owe, I will make up for it myself."

"For the matter of the fifth day, I will answer you."

(End of this chapter)