The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 254 I Will Never Wish You Well

time to go.

Feng Qing's face became completely pale after Ye Feiwan's words.

Today's night was obviously not too cold, but he felt a bone-chilling chill in his heart, and his fingertips trembled from the ice.

In front of her eyes was this woman's cold gaze. She looked at him as if she was looking at all the thousands of people.

"Pa..." But at this moment, there was a slight sound behind him.

Fu Xian was lazily turning around, while the dark crimson robe fluttered, he was already sitting casually at the tea table, as if in his own room, pouring himself a glass of water, looking contented.

Feng Qing clenched her hands tightly, and Fu Xian looked like... how close she was to Ye Feiwan.

"But because of him?" He withdrew his gaze from Fu Xian, his voice gradually calmed down, and his gaze was fixed on Ye Feiwan.

Driving him away with such a cold voice is because of the man in her room at the moment?
Ye Feiwan's eyelashes twitched slightly, but he heard the nonsensical words, but he really heard them, and glanced sideways at Fu Xian's actions at the moment: "Because of who, it has nothing to do with you."

"Heh..." Feng Qing sneered suddenly, "It has nothing to do with this king..." His voice was like a whisper, his eyes swept past Fu Xian, his eyes were a little cold, "Fu Xian's inextricable background , and...Ruyi Pavilion, ruined, it should be fun."

"What are you going to do?" Ye Feiwan raised his eyes sharply.

"What do you think?" Feng Qing asked back.

"..." Ye Feiwan froze for a long time, she knew the meaning of Feng Qing's words, he used coercion and lure with great proficiency, but she would not be coerced by him again, "Destroy a wishful pavilion, yes It's really easy for the prince, after all... the huge Ye Mansion was completely destroyed by the prince, isn't it?"

Feng Qing seemed to be stabbed, the coldness in his eyes froze.

Ye Feiwan laughed lowly, and didn't want to say any more, took half a step back and was about to close the door.

Feng Qing stared at the gradually closing door, just like that night, the night when she took out the imperial decree, she closed the window little by little.

That time, she wanted to cut off their in-laws, this time...he knew that she completely cut off the only little relationship between them.

However, he didn't want to.

Her mind was full of confusion, Feng Qing looked at the gap in the door getting smaller...

"I'm here to pick you up." The man's faint voice was mixed with tenderness and sighs.

Ye Feiwan froze when he closed the door, the tone, the voice, the words, and... the expression of the man in front of him.

There was only a gap in the door that was wide enough for one person, and she stared blankly at the pale man in white clothes in front of her, as if... Seeing that Feng Qing from the previous life.

She was in the cold courtyard countless times, looking at the moonlight alone, dreaming that one day, he would come to her and say "I'm here to pick you up", but she didn't wait.

"You're not indifferent." Feng Qing watched the woman stop, and the corners of her lips curled slightly.

He is despicable, he admits that he has not experienced those things in his memory, but he knows that these things and these words are very important to Ye Feiwan.

Now, she's moved, isn't she?
He didn't like her looking for another person's gaze through him, but at this moment, he couldn't bear her to be in the same room with another man.

"Ye Feiwan, you care about me." Feng Qing's voice was very firm, although he didn't know if it was him she cared about, or... the him in his inexplicably extra memory.

However, he no longer wants to tell the difference.

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled: "How did you know that sentence?"

Feng Qing pursed her thin lips tightly and remained silent.

Ye Feiwan laughed, "You were wrong just now, Feng Qing, I don't care about you," she clenched her hand on the door frame until her fingertips turned white, "I hate you who said that. !"

This time, she closed the door without paying any attention to the people outside.

Feng Qing stared blankly at the closed door, she had never said "hate" to him, even back then... when the Ye Mansion was in decline, her eyes were only filled with the desolation that had been expected.

But now...

She said she hated him.

……

Ye Feiwan held on to the closed door for a while before letting out a light breath.

Outside the door, there seemed to be the sound of staggering footsteps,
Ye Feiwan heard the footsteps fading away, suppressed the soreness in her heart, and blinked her eyes vigorously. After her mind was completely calm, she just laughed at herself and turned to look at the man sitting at the table.

Fu Xian was also staring at her closely, his eyes were rarely serious.

Ye Feiwan curled his lips into a smile, and said in a deep voice, "What are you looking at me for?"

"Don't laugh at me like that, Ye Feiwan." Fu Xian stared at her and said calmly, without any emotion in his tone.

The smile on Ye Feiwan's face froze, she lowered her eyes for a long time, and her smile slightly retracted: "You should leave too, Fuxian." She was tired tonight, very tired, and didn't have the mind to deal with others anymore.

Fu Xian narrowed his eyes, looked at her, and said in a voice that was almost self-deprecating: "Ye Feiwan, sometimes I really want to take out your heart with a dagger, so I can see what kind of cold-blooded heart you have..."

The refusal was thorough, leaving no leeway.

"When I've lived enough, I'll give you the chance to gouge my heart." Ye Feiwan said half-truly, but it was just a casual joke.

Fu Xian's expression tightened slightly, and he suddenly said: "I'm drunk."

"What?" Ye Feiwan was confused, his topic changed too quickly.

"Just now, when you first walked into the bedroom, didn't you say you wanted to make hangover soup for me?" Fu Xian pursed her lips and looked at her, "Let's do it now."

"Fuxian?"

"Are you going to break your word again?" Fu Xian's voice was annoyed.

Ye Feiwan looked at him for a long time, finally turned around and walked towards the door.

There was no one outside the door, only the dead night remained.Ye Feiwan laughed at herself, what was she still hoping for?How could such a proud man still not leave after being rejected by her again and again?

The dining room was pitch black, and Ye Feiwan lit the candles and the stove, quietly waiting for the hangover soup to boil little by little, bubbling "gurgling".

She put out the fire, poured the soup into a porcelain bowl, and carefully carried it towards the bedroom.

Turning around the promenade ahead, you can see the bedroom not far away glowing with dim yellow candlelight.

Inexplicably, the whole body was a little chilly, and Ye Feiwan's footsteps were a little faster.

"Sure enough, it's him." Behind him came a cold voice, without any emotion, but his calm tone seemed to contain a storm.

Ye Feiwan's footsteps froze, and the hangover soup in his hand sloshed, and a little splashed on the back of his hand, which was very hot.

She said nothing.

She didn't expect...he was still there.

"Did you make hangover soup for him?" Feng Qing's voice came again, with a slightly raised end, like mocking and self-deprecating.As she had done to him once, now she had done to others.

"..." Ye Feiwan remained silent.

"Ye Feiwan, this king will never wish you well for the rest of your life, never!" He put down these words coldly, and this time he really left.

Ye Feiwan lowered her eyes, looked at the burnt area on the back of her hand, and walked towards the bedroom without saying a word.

On the roof, a black shadow flashed past, followed behind Feng Qing, and quickly disappeared into the night...

(End of this chapter)