The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 173 He Never Remembered
Ye Feiwan felt as cold as ice all over his body.

Feng Qing.

Standing under the lantern, the man dressed in white who looked like an exile was Feng Qing.

He looked at her expressionlessly, and then his eyes sank to the sugar figurine in her hand, his eyes seemed to be surging with anger.

Ye Feiwan held the sugar figurine tightly, and an inexplicable fear suddenly rose in his heart.

However, within an instant, she was awakened by a call.

"Ah Qing, who are you looking at?" Behind Feng Qing, a woman slowly came forward, wearing a white jacket with a plush cloak covering her small face, and holding a veil in her hand. The felt hand warmer has a weak voice, and its body looks like a weak willow supporting the wind.

Qu smoke.

When she walked to Feng Qing's side, she also saw Ye Feiwan not far away, her already pale face almost lost all blood immediately, and she even hid behind Feng Qing: "Ah Qing... "This time the voice was timid, and I felt pity.

The anger in Feng Qing's eyes seemed to have been completely wiped out by this claim, except for the deep darkness like an ancient well.

What a match.

Ye Feiwan narrowed his eyes and looked at the man and woman standing in front of him, thinking quietly in his heart.

"Pfft..." On the contrary, Fu Xian who was beside him suddenly laughed softly, and he slowly walked up to Ye Feiwan, his voice was very soft, "Ye Feiwan, with your face, you can go directly into the coffin."

Ye Feiwan froze, knowing that he was saying that his face was pale and he pursed his lips just as he was about to speak, but Fu Xian straightened up and glanced lazily at Feng Qing: "So it's the prince, what a coincidence." He said it very well Frivolous, without words, he slowly but provocatively picked up the candy man and took a bite.

Feng Qing's gaze swept across the sugar figure in Fuxian's hand very quickly, there seemed to be a hint of evil in his eyes, but it was fleeting.The next moment, he lowered his head, as if he had never seen these two people, he lowered his eyes to the woman beside him and said: "Yanyan, you are not in good health, I will take you back to the carriage first."

After saying that, he was already supporting Qu Yan, as if he was about to leave, but he paused when he turned around, and said with sideways eyes, "Don't forget your identity, and... you and I haven't reconciled yet. "Then, no more hesitation.

Ye Feiwan tightly held the sugar figurine in her hand. She had never seen Feng Qing who was so considerate. She had never seen such a considerate Feng Qing in her previous life or this life.

What hasn't been reconciled yet, he seems to have always taken the phrase "a couple for a lifetime" she said back then as a joke.

Seeing the two of them, they wanted to leave and disappeared among the crowd who were gradually hiding.

"Feng Qing." Ye Feiwan said suddenly.

In front, Feng Qing's back paused, and finally stopped, even beside her, Fu Xian looked at her, frowning.

Ye Feiwan didn't pay attention to anything, just took a few steps forward, and quietly walked in front of Feng Qing, with a calm expression: "Tonight, no matter how late it is, don't forget to go back home." She said.

Qu Yan's face turned pale, and she shrank towards Feng Qing's side.

Ye Feiwan looked at her figure and smiled mockingly. Compared with the two, he looked like a jealous woman.

Feng Qing stared at her closely.

She didn't want to stay too long anymore, so she just bypassed the two of them and walked in the opposite direction.

The sugar figurine in her hand was cold, although it still smelled of sweetness, but the tired person felt flustered, but she still fed it mouthful by mouthful, and swallowed until the end, her throat was itchy from the sweetness, she couldn't help it Cough.

"Don't eat it!" Someone beside her made a sudden noise and snatched the sugar figurine from her hand.

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled, and she turned her head to look, and just outside the haze, Fu Xian stood under a lantern, her face tense and frightening: "You..." She frowned slightly, "Why are you following me?"

"You drove this road?" Fu Xian raised his eyebrows. If it was normal, he would definitely turn around and leave. Who would have thought that seeing her in a daze, he would follow her by accident?
"I didn't drive it," Ye Feiwan murmured, but then he thought of something, looked up at the sugar figurine in Fu Xian's hand, "but that sugar figurine belongs to me, return it to me."

Fu Xian sneered: "The sugar figurine was bought with my money, so I can dispose of it as I like." After saying that, he casually threw it into a corner, including his own.

Ye Feiwan was a little dazed as he watched the two poor sugar figures hit the wall and then rolled to the ground with a lot of dirt.

"Hey, Ye Feiwan, aren't you stupid?" Fu Xian's voice sounded cautiously next to his ear.

Ye Feiwan suddenly said, "I actually... like eating these little things..."

"what?"

"I have told him several times...but he seems...doesn't remember."

When Feng Qing, whom she chased, was full of wind and rain, she always sent Feng Qing the treasures she had found from time to time, and she never forgot to improve her sense of existence.

She told him that the candied haws at the market were sweet and sour, that the candies were exquisite and fragrant, and that she put paper kites really well.

He didn't listen to anything.

All he knew was that she insulted the dignity of the royal family, and warned her to look like a princess, reminding her of her identity.

She had told him several times: "Feng Qing, although I only hold a birthday party on February [-]th every year, it's my birthday on February [-]th!" A gift for him, just like she once gave him rare treasures every year.

Of course, not once.

"Salt-free girl!" Someone patted her shoulder hard.

Ye Feiwan suddenly came back to his senses, glanced at the man in front of him, and said softly for a long time: "I'm sorry, Mr. Fuxian, I'm going back."

After saying that, she lifted her foot and walked in the direction of the palace.

"Are you going to walk back?" Fu Xian frowned.

Ye Feiwan froze, raised his head and glanced into the distance: "This place is not too far from the palace."

"Then what about the painting that your father gave you?" Fu Xian said that the old god was there.

Ye Feiwan paused, and finally turned around: "I need to trouble Mr. Fuxian to give me another ride."

"..." Fu Xian didn't say a word, stared at her for a long time, finally let out a "hum", turned around and walked towards the carriage.

The crowd was surging, and for a long time young men and women passed by hand in hand, and the carriage was traveling against the current, and the speed was not fast.

When they arrived at the gate of the palace, it was already a stick of incense time.

Ye Feiwan held the painting tightly before looking at Fu Xian and saying, "Thank you for today's matter."

"What's the matter?" Fu Xian still leaned lazily there, the carriage was dim, only the faint light from the car curtain.

Ye Feiwan paused slightly: "Send me into the palace, paper kite, sugar figurine, and... send me back." She said in a low voice.

"Heh, my lord has always known how to be courteous and reciprocal." Fu Xian snorted softly and waved his sleeves, "Why don't you dismount? Could it be that you are reluctant to part with me?"

Ye Feiwan: "..."

Finally, holding the painting scroll, she got out of the carriage and was about to get up and enter the mansion.

Behind him, Fu Xian quickly opened the car window, revealing only half of his face, under the cover of the lanterns outside, he added a bit of beauty: "Wuyan girl, for the sake of you being so pitiful and no one remembers your birthday today, I would The young master will be merciful and say 'Birthday to you'."

(End of this chapter)