The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 234 I Feel Dirty
The night is dark and the cool breeze is like water.

Ye Feiwan sat quietly at the table with Ye Xianyu's letter in his hand.

He said that he and Xuansu got married; he also said that the sun was shining brightly on the wedding day, and two magpies flew into the mansion from the north, which was a good omen;

The elder brother who grew up arguing since he was a child has become a mother-in-law now, talking about a lot of things, big and small, which is piecemeal and heartbreaking.

Ye Feiwan read it word by word until at the end, Ye Xianyu wrote in the letter: "Father once said that he wanted to give you a family. Feiwan, you have always been stubborn, but if he can't do it, don't stick to Ye Feiwan." Mansion, it’s just an empty house. Elder brother can also give you a family.”

Signed: "Yangzhou Luoyun Mansion, Ye Xianyu."

Ye Feiwan's eye circles were reddish.

Ye Xianyu once said: Luoyun Mansion in Yangzhou is your forever natal home.

And he knew her so well, knowing that she would guard this Yefu.

But when he turned his head and looked at the empty mansion, he felt exhausted. Perhaps, as his elder brother said, this place...is just an empty mansion.

Although she has never touched a single plant or tree in the mansion, even though her father's room remains the same, as if her father has never left...

But after all, things are right and people are wrong.

After taking off her dark crimson clothes, rinsing her mouth and cleansing her face, Ye Feiwan extinguished the candle and lay down on the bed.

I thought it would be difficult to fall asleep, but I didn't think about it. After a while, my mind became dizzy and I fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, she returned to her previous life in a trance. She was lying in the cold courtyard, alone.

Vaguely, she saw a clear and dignified figure, standing at the door wearing only white clothes, wide sleeves slightly raised, embroidered with delicate wreath patterns with gold thread, and her gestures were indistinguishable.

After a pause, he finally walked towards her slowly, so gentle.

However, Ye Feiwan was startled, her body trembled slightly, and she even kept hiding in the bed, saying while hiding: "Feng Qing, don't come near, don't come here, it's just a dream, you won't come to see me!" mine……"

But the man didn't seem to hear, he still walked to the side of the bed, looked down at her for a long time, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, his movements were gentle, but... His fingertips were cold.

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled, and he tried his best to escape, but he couldn't restrain the soreness in his heart.

It turned out that even in the dream, she couldn't believe that he would be gentle to her.

In the next moment, she opened her eyes suddenly, staring at the roof, gasping for breath, her forehead covered with thin sweat.

It's just a dream, she told herself.

Then at the next moment, Ye Feiwan's body froze suddenly. It was just a dream, but... it wasn't a dream either.

With a dry mouth, she let out a light breath, got up and wanted to go to the bed to pour a cup of herbal tea, but when she saw the figure beside the bed, she let out a low "ah" in surprise, and a layer of cold sweat rose up on her back.

Beside the bed, someone was really looking at her. The man was dressed in white, but he never reached out to touch her cheek.

Ye Feiwan suddenly opened her eyes wide, the night was still dark, she couldn't see the man's appearance clearly, but the man's eyes were astonishingly bright in the darkness, and there was a faint smell of wine on his body.

Feng Qing.

"What is the lord doing here?" She still had lingering fears, her voice trembling slightly.

Feng Qing stared at the woman in front of her, what are she doing here?He...but he never left.

Seeing Fu Xian bring her here, seeing her weeping in Nan Mo's arms, seeing her trembling with Ye Xianyu's letter, seeing her restless even in a dream.

He should be drunk tonight, otherwise, he wouldn't be so abnormal.

It's so abnormal that...abandoning Qu Yan and the banqueting officials, coming here, she won't...wipe away the tears she shed in her dreams like a demon, and won't leave her behind even if she is discovered go.

"What is this?" The fire folder lit up, Feng Qing took out a letter and placed it in front of Ye Feiwan, with a frighteningly tense voice.

Ye Feiwan was slightly startled, and with the faint light, she saw the contents of the letter clearly: "What? Can't even my brother write me a letter?" She raised her eyes, her voice almost mocking.

"Is it just a letter?" Feng Qing murmured, and after a while she suddenly raised her eyes to stare at her, "What do you mean 'you don't have to guard the Ye Mansion'? What? Ye Feiwan, do you want to leave?"

"What?" Ye Feiwan frowned, and realized in an instant that what he said was the content of the letter. She half-closed her eyes to hide her redundant emotions, "Is what brother said wrong? Today's Ye Mansion is just a An empty house, I just leave..."

"Do you think this king will let you go?" Feng Qing's voice suddenly rose, tearing apart the dead night.

Ye Feiwan was startled, then smiled, and looked at him: "Why don't you let go? The prince has already expressed his attitude in front of all the officials today, hasn't he? The reconciliation between you and me is only a window paper." Broken. How can you stop me?"

"..." Feng Qing's face suddenly turned pale.

what qualifications...

He is naturally qualified, he has not agreed to divorce, she is still the princess; he is the aloof King Jingyuan, he can order her not to leave; he can even put her under house arrest...

However, these methods are too despicable, so despicable that they don't even bother to use them.

However...if she really dares to leave...

"You ask, what qualifications does this king have to stop you?" His voice suddenly softened, as if murmuring playfully, then he bent slightly and moved closer to the woman.

Ye Feiwan frowned slightly, an ominous feeling suddenly rose in her heart, and she instinctively wanted to back away to avoid his breath.

But it was too late.

Feng Qing had already moved closer to her, forcing her to look at him.He saw the slight fear in her eyes, as well as the slight alienation, as if separated by a mist.

She's... never looked at him like this before.

"Ye Feiwan..." He whispered her name word by word.

Ye Feiwan frowned, his eyes were deep, dark and frightening, staring at her like a wolf staring at its prey, biting and never letting go.

The next moment, he stretched out his hand, as if wanting to touch her.

But the next moment, Ye Feiwan moved back, avoiding his touch.

Feng Qing stared blankly at the distance between the two, with scarlet anger appearing in his eyes, he turned her head away: "What? Who are you guarding yourself like jade for?"

"..." Ye Feiwan frowned and remained silent.

"Fuxian? Or Nanmo? Or, there are other people that this king doesn't know..." Feng Qing was still stubborn.

Ye Feiwan stared at him for a long time, her voice was as calm as water: "You are drunk, my lord."

Drunk... Feng Qing pursed her lips, and the hot breath sprayed onto her cheeks, her voice was ambiguous: "Ye Feiwan, you are wrong, I am sober," he moved closer to her, holding the shackles firmly in his hands. Rubbing her chin, "I'm more awake than ever."

Then, he wanted to kiss the lips of the woman in front of him.

He only kissed her cheek.

Ye Feiwan avoided him: "Farewell, lord, you haven't bathed yet, and you smell like other women on your body." She smiled with her lips drawn together, "I feel dirty."

(End of this chapter)