The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 171 I'm upset, I have to say it

Ye Feiwan deeply felt that Fu Xian must be a disaster sent by God to kill her.

Otherwise, why did she publicly reveal that today was her birthday when she was least willing to face it?
She could have pretended not to know, otherwise, the birthday that no one remembered was too pitiful.

Ke Fuxian asked.

"No." Ye Feiwan denied without turning his head, his voice tense.After saying that, she walked quickly towards the mansion, as if escaping.

But within a few steps, his hand was suddenly empty.

The red sandalwood box has been lightly taken away from her hand.The only person who remembered her birthday, on her real birthday, gave her the only gift.

Ye Feiwan turned her head suddenly, but saw that the wooden box was being held by Fu Xian.

"Master Fuxian, what are you doing here?" She frowned tightly, but finally a little anger grew in her heart.

"It's okay." Fu Xian was still lazily, clutching the wooden box and turning it around in his hand, "I have nothing to do today, and I suddenly want to go out for a walk."

"Mr. Fuxian, just go and see." Ye Feiwan kept staring at the wooden box.

"I don't feel comfortable without a pink lady around me," Fu Xian said, looking her up and down, "Although you have no salt, you are still a woman." Entering the carriage, only the voice came, "If you still want this thing, come up."

Ye Feiwan's heart was blocked, he stared at the slightly swaying car curtain, and then turned to look at the empty palace without moving.

"Let's set off." Fu Xian's lazy voice came from inside the carriage.

Upon hearing this, the groom raised his whip hastily.

"Wait." Ye Feiwan finally spoke up.

After a cup of tea.

"Ye Feiwan, you really belong to the donkey, don't you look for it." Fu Xian leaned against the sedan chair wall, squinting at her, his tone slightly raised, always revealing a bit of laziness.

Ye Feiwan pursed her lips: "Master Fuxian, can you return the wooden box to me?"

"What's the rush?" Fu Xian raised his eyebrows, "Such a big object is so light, I'm really curious, what's inside, aren't you curious?"

Ye Feiwan glanced at the wooden box: "There is a painting inside," she said.

It's always like this, every year my father will ask her to guess it mysteriously, but the result is always a picture, and the person in the picture is always her.

"Oh?" Fuxian got up with rare interest, "Open it and have a look?"

Ye Feiwan didn't say a word, she didn't object to opening it, in the past she always opened it eagerly, and her father always looked helpless.

While thinking, Fu Xian had already turned the switch of the brocade box, and it opened with a "pop".

It really is a painting scroll.

But Fu Xian didn't move anymore, just looked at her.

Ye Feiwan looked at the scroll for a long time, finally picked it up, and gently unscrewed it.

When he finally saw the person in the painting clearly, there was a crack in his calm expression.

The woman in the painting is still her, but not like her.

That "she" was wearing a Hu suit, with soft boots on her feet, a whip in her hand, and a BMW under her crotch, with flying eyebrows and a spirit completely different from hers.

Ye Feiwan almost forgot what she looked like when she rode the horse and whipped her whip. For no reason, her eye circles were a little sore.

"Why, you can stare blankly at a painting..." Seeing that she was silent, Fu Xian leaned forward, and when he saw the person in the painting clearly, he also stopped talking. After a long time, he just managed to say, "...this is you?"

Ye Feiwan had no words.

"Sure enough, there is Xi Shi in the eyes of my own father, but I don't know if the painter is against his will..."

Ye Feiwan stared at him silently, as expected, a dog's mouth never spit out ivory.

"Okay, okay, I won't talk anymore," meeting her gaze, Fu Xian finally restrained himself a little, and waved his hand, "But having said that, Ye Feiwan, just now you looked like you were about to cry when you saw this painting. ..." He thought for a while and said seriously, "...it's very ugly."

She really shouldn't expect good things to come out of him.

Ye Feiwan quickly rolled up the painting and put it back into the wooden box, moving extremely quickly.

"Angry?" Seeing this, Fu Xian raised his eyebrows.

Ye Feiwan stood up without saying a word, "Stop the horse!"

"Why? Go back and wait for Feng Qing to celebrate your birthday?" Fu Xian said lightly.

Ye Feiwan's back froze. She didn't like that deserted palace. After staying for a long time, she would always think wildly, but it seemed... other than that palace, she had nowhere to go.

"It has nothing to do with you." She snorted coldly, and the next moment she had already opened the car curtain.

Then his figure froze suddenly, staring blankly at the figure not far away.

A familiar luxurious carriage was parked in front of a small vendor. Beside the carriage, a woman with a pale and weak face was looking at it with a bronze carved bronze mirror. Beside her, a man in white was quietly accompanying her.

Feng Qing and... Qu Yan.

Why went to see the old genius doctor, why Qu Yan felt unwell...

For Qu Yan, Feng Qing even lied the most disdainful thing, how much he likes it!

"Why didn't you move?" Behind him, Fu Xian poked his head out from the other side of the car curtain, and was startled when he saw the two people in front of him, and then he understood, "I thought you were bewitched, Ye Feiwan, dare you We met on a narrow road..."

"..." Ye Feiwan said nothing.

"Why, don't you go down and catch the traitor?" Fu Xian raised his eyebrows, and wanted to open the sedan chair curtain.

Ye Feiwan quickly closed the car curtain and sat back on the seat with a calm expression.

Fu Xian glanced out of the sedan chair, but he didn't want to get off the horse in the next moment, he was silent for a long time, he said suddenly: "Hey, Ye Feiwan, my lord, would you please put the paper kite?"

Ye Feiwan frowned: "I said I don't like it anymore..."

"My lord likes it," Fu Xian interrupted her, "Of course, if you don't want to, I don't mind getting off the horse and chatting with those two." He said leisurely.

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled, and she turned her head to look at him for a long time: "Fu Xian, why are you so abnormal today? Could it be that you like me?" She asked casually, even a little perversely.

Sure enough, he saw the shock in Fu Xian's eyes, and then stared at her in disbelief: "Ye Feiwan," he called her word by word, gnashing his teeth, "I don't admire ugliness!"

Ye Feiwan pursed her lips, and her heart finally relaxed. Before the carriage stopped, she had retracted her body and sat quietly in the carriage.

She escaped after all, maybe, she just didn't want to be herself today, too pitiful.

The paper kite was bought by Fu Xian, and she kept muttering "You owe me three more silver coins" when she bought it. Ye Feiwan wanted to pay back the money, but she still had the three silver coins, but then she thought about her hairpin from before. , simply said nothing.

The carriage finally stopped in an open space in the suburbs. Perhaps because of the lanterns tonight, there were actually three or two men and women here, and there were also children running around.

When Ye Feiwan got off the carriage, Fu Xian was already playing with the paper kite, she just stood aside and watched quietly, and even attracted three or two children to watch.

It's just... the well-known Mr. Fuxian of Ruyi Pavilion seemed to have never touched a paper kite. He held it and frowned, especially when he noticed that there were people watching around him, his expression became even worse.

"Hey, come here." In the end, Fu Xian, who had no idea what to do, turned his head and stared at her.

Ye Feiwan paused for a moment, then nodded and smiled: "Young Master Fu Xian bought the paper kite for three coins."

Being blocked with his own words, Fu Xian's expression became even more ugly, and he simply threw the paper kite to the children watching, and then threw the ingot of silver, "Child, put the paper kite away, this money is yours."

The child's eyes really shined.

Fu Xian turned his head and gave Ye Feiwan a provocative glance.

"Childish." Ye Feiwan tilted his head and said in a low voice.

Fu Xian didn't fight back, but slowly stood by her side, watching those children struggling to run, holding paper kites high in his hands.

"Hello, Ye Feiwan." He suddenly spoke in a calm voice.

Ye Feiwan was puzzled: "Huh?"

Fu Xian didn't look at her, but still looked at the paper kite in front of her, said, "If you still like it, say it." Looking straight into the paper kite's eyes, a fool would believe that she doesn't like it.

Ye Feiwan froze.

But Fu Xian continued: "Unhappy, yes."

(End of this chapter)