The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 256 Never Went to Yanyang

The night is cold as water.

The moonlight above the head seemed to be covered by dark clouds, adding a bit of blood.

The assassin was poisoned, and finally fled staggeringly.

Fu Xian clapped her hands, and jumped down from the wall with flick of her sleeves, but when she saw the two people embracing each other, she stopped and didn't say a word for a long time.

He should have known earlier that he would regret saving Feng Qing.

Just now, he had been watching from the sidelines, but when he finally saw the woman standing in front of Feng Qing without even hesitation, she made a move, took advantage of the assassin's unpreparedness, and casually used poison.

The assassin was really hit, but at this moment... Seeing Ye Feiwan being protected by Feng Qing, his steps became heavy.

……

Feng Qing was still leaning on Ye Feiwan's shoulder, but her mind was full of those last words.

Completely clean up.

Ben's injured body tensed up because of Ye Feiwan's words. After a while, he managed to squeeze out a few words as if he had never heard it: "Back, it hurts..."

Ye Feiwan's hands trembled.

Feng Qing has always been tenacious and paranoid. In order to understand Youcao, the back of his hand was stabbed by her hairpin. He didn't even blink his eyes. The other hand was pinned to the crack of the stone, and the flesh turned to the bone. He still frowned. Not wrinkled.

Now, he says "it hurts".Low hoarse and weak tone.

She quietly felt the body leaning hard on her shoulders, and heard Feng Qing's breathing became a little rough.

After a while, the hands on his back felt sticky and warm.

Ye Feiwan's fingertips trembled, reaching out to touch the sticky patch.

It's blood.

The consciousness that had been blank was finally awakened at this moment.

She didn't understand why Feng Qing would protect her with such a protective gesture.

Now she has long since lost the power of the Ye family and is alone.There's nothing left, so... nothing to lose.

"I'm going to call Gao Feng and the doctor." She let go of Feng Qing's hand and wanted to help him aside.

"Ye Feiwan!" Feng Qing quickly grabbed her hand with little force, and called her in a low voice.

Ye Feiwan's gaze was a little dazed in the night, she glanced at his hand grabbing her wrist, she didn't respond, just looked at him quietly.

"..." Feng Qing said nothing.

Ye Feiwan waited for a while, but before he heard his voice, she tried to wrestle his hand away.

The strength in Feng Qing's hand suddenly increased.

"Feng Qing..." Ye Feiwan wanted to say something, but was cut off.

"I never went to Yanyang..." Feng Qing's voice was difficult and hoarse, and he said it again after finishing speaking, "Going south, I never went to Yanyang."

At that moment, Ye Feiwan's expressionless face, her eyes that she thought had been dry, suddenly felt an inexplicable sourness. She opened her eyes wide and looked at Feng Qing who was drooping and pale.

Never went south to Yanyang.

Therefore, the city she yearns for in her dreams can still be her dream.

Feng Qing...has never been destroyed.

But why?Why did it become like this?

Behind him, there was a sound of footsteps, and Fu Xian walked slowly to Ye Feiwan.

Ye Feiwan only felt that Feng Qing's hand gripping his wrist suddenly tightened.

Fu Xian never looked at Feng Qing, but only looked at Ye Feiwan, and slowly opened his lips, his voice was no longer teasing than before, it was still nice but hoarse: "He is injured."

"Yes." Ye Feiwan replied in a low voice.

"So, what is your choice?" Fu Xian's eyes were calm and scary, "If you choose him, I will not stop you; if you choose...to stay, I will send him back to the palace, except that nothing happened tonight .”

Ye Feiwan raised her eyes in shock, and looked into Fu Xian's sea-like deep eyes, opened her mouth to say something, but it was like a stick in her throat.

On the wrist, Feng Qing's hand held her stubbornly.

Fu Xian stared at her expression, and finally laughed at himself: "Oh, I should have known..."

"I won't choose anyone." Ye Feiwan interrupted him, the hand on his wrist trembling suddenly, "He was hurt because of me, I will send him back. It's just sending him back."

After saying that, she quietly turned her eyes to Feng Qing: "I'll take you back to the palace."

Feng Qing was also looking at her, his eyes were dark, as if he had lost his soul.He is no longer her choice...

The night became more and more silent.

Ye Feiwan struggled to support Feng Qing's weight, and walked towards the darkness step by step.

"Ye Feiwan." Behind him, Fu Xian's voice was extremely soft.

Ye Feiwan's footsteps froze.

Fu Xian quietly looked at the backs of the two, he knew what she meant.

She wouldn't choose him. This woman is too small-minded. Once she had someone else, she couldn't tolerate others.

He should have turned around and left. How could the world-famous "Mr. Fuxian" need to be by the side of such a saltless girl?

But her steps were extremely difficult, and her eyes were fixed on her back.Her body was very thin, she struggled to support Feng Qing's weight, and she was on the verge of falling.

A small voice suddenly emerged from the bottom of my heart: She never chose Feng Qing, did she?

After a moment of stalemate, he finally stepped forward, walked up to Ye Feiwan, stretched out his hand, and quietly spread his palm in front of her.

"What?" Ye Feiwan's voice was difficult.In the palm of his hand was a delicate porcelain bottle.

"Scald medicine." Fu Xian's voice was tense, his gaze swept across the back of her hand.

Feng Qing's pale cheeks froze slightly, and her weak eyes swept over the hand she was holding her. No wonder... her left hand couldn't use force.But he...has never noticed it.

Ye Feiwan's hand holding Feng Qing trembled, but she didn't expect Fu Xian to notice that when the sober soup splashed out, the blisters that landed on the back of her hand had burst open due to the movement just now, causing a dull pain.

"You don't need to..." She was about to speak.

But Fu Xian suddenly reached out and put the porcelain bottle into her waist purse: "I'm not like you, I've always been so wolf-hearted." He murmured, turned around and disappeared into the night.

Ye Feiwan stared blankly at the place where his back disappeared.

In front, there was a sudden sound of galloping horseshoes and a galloping carriage, and the next moment, the horse neighed lowly, and one of them dropped the rein and quickly knelt in front of Feng Qing: "Your Majesty, please forgive me for being late to rescue you!" .”

Ye Feiwan came back to his senses, it was Gao Feng who came.

That's right, Gao Feng has always been loyal, Feng Qing hasn't returned to the mansion for a long time, how can he rest assured?

"Your lord is injured," Ye Feiwan said quietly, unknowingly letting go of Feng Qing's arm, "Send him back to the palace and find a doctor to treat him."

"Yes." Gao Feng hurriedly responded, helping Feng Qing to get into the carriage.

It's just...he paused when he was about to get into the carriage.

The prince's hand...clutched the door frame of the carriage tightly, his face was pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he stubbornly refused to let go, without saying a word, as if...was waiting for something.

With such a stalemate, the wound on his back was bleeding more fiercely.

"Princess," Gao Feng turned his head, his voice was difficult, "I beg you to go back to the palace with me, please?"

After the words fell, he clearly noticed that the prince's hand holding the door frame trembled slightly...

(End of this chapter)