The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 276 Do You Love Me?

The night is getting darker, adding a bit of coolness, especially in the gazebo, even a few candles in the distance can't hide the loneliness here.

Occasionally a gust of breeze blows, making the night even more bleak.

Ye Feiwan sat quietly in the gazebo, the stone bench was slightly cool, and on the stone table, a jug of sake was quietly placed on it, and there were two wine glasses beside it.

She poured a glass of wine, held it in her hand, and took a sip for a long time. The pungent bitterness flowed into her lungs, but there was a hint of sweetness between her lips and teeth.

Ye Feiwan frowned.

It was also at this time that there was a slight movement at the gate of the palace, and the respectful voice of the guards came from afar: "Welcome the prince back to the palace."

Ye Feiwan paused with his hand holding the wine glass, unable to take another sip, his hand just froze in mid-air and did not move.

After a while, there was a sound of steady footsteps.

Ye Feiwan looked up, and at the entrance of the front yard, a person came in wearing a wide-sleeved white dress. His body was covered with an elegant and cool moonlight, and his head was tied up with black hair, adding a few strands of special touch. Prestige and alienation.

She half-closed her eyes, Feng Qing is always so good-looking, even more beautiful than Yuehua.It's so nice to see... People can't move their eyes, but they know in their hearts that such a celestial figure does not belong to her in the end.

Feng Qing, who was standing at the door, also noticed the woman in the gazebo. She was still wearing the white gauze dress she wore during the day, and she was as thin as smoke in the night, sitting thinly in the cool night.

Through the dark night, the two looked at each other for a long time, and in the end it was Feng Qing who walked forward first.

In the past, the woman in the gazebo would have looked away from him long ago, or got up and left.Now, her eyes are always following his figure.

Feng Qing paused, walked slowly to the gazebo for a long time, glanced at the two wine glasses on the table: "What's the matter?" He asked in a hoarse voice.

It's been too long...the two of them haven't talked so calmly.

Even if she is right in front of his eyes, and she lives in this palace, she has always turned a blind eye to him.

There was a faint smell of wine on her body, Feng Qing couldn't help but frown, how long has she been drinking here?
"Yeah." Ye Feiwan's voice was very soft, she turned her eyes away, landed on the wine glass on the stone table, filled a glass for him, and then filled it for herself, "Sit?"

Feng Qing pursed her thin lips slightly, watched her movements, and finally stepped forward and sat opposite him.

Ye Feiwan didn't look at him, just picked up the wine glass, raised her head and drank it down, a line of wine beads flowed from the corner of her lips down her chin to her smooth neck, finally hidden under her white dress.

Feng Qing's eyes deepened.

Ye Feiwan didn't seem to notice his gaze, filled another glass of wine for herself, and drank it down again.

When she filled a glass of wine for herself for the third time, the back of her hand was pressed down by a hand that was always slender like white jade. Grass is stirring people's hearts.

Ye Feiwan's hands trembled, and a few drops of wine spilled out of the glass.

"This wine is cold, if there's anything, you can just say it, you don't have to." Feng Qing's thin lips parted slightly, his brows were furrowed, and the words he spoke were as deep as the dark night, making it hard to hear any emotion.

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a long time, he managed to free himself from his grasp with a clever effort.

Feng Qing stared at the empty palm, startled, and finally said nothing.

"I want to talk to you." Xu said that since Gao Feng left, she didn't speak anymore, and Ye Feiwan's voice sounded hoarse, as if she hadn't spoken for a long time.

Feng Qing paused, but still nodded, as always, like the dignified and calm King Jingyuan, without the slightest hint of emotion or surprise between his eyebrows, as if it should be so.

"What are you talking about?" He opened his lips, his voice was elegant and moving, only mixed with a little hoarseness.

"Aren't you going to drink?" Ye Feiwan didn't answer, but only glanced at the glass that Feng Qing had been holding in his hand.

Feng Qing followed her gaze, and immediately frowned slightly.

"Don't worry," Ye Feiwan laughed mockingly, "This time, you didn't put drugs in your wine."

It will never be the same as when they got engaged, only wanting to be his woman, and "tied" the two of them together by any means. In the end, the person who tortured him is not like a human, nor a ghost.

Feng Qing frowned: "I never doubted..." You take the medicine.

But he could not say the last three words. He could not deny that, because of his suspicion, when she mentioned asking him to drink, he did think of the scene when she drugged him.

"Heh..." Ye Feiwan seemed to see his thoughts, and just lowered his eyes and smiled, "I bought this wine when I was Princess Jingyuan, and it has been stored in the wine cellar. Since I took up your time tonight, I will give you back the jug of fine wine, and I will not owe you anything."

The two do not owe each other.

Feng Qing's hand holding the wine glass tightened. He hated her expression when she kept the distance between the two of them the most. In the end, he reached out and put the wine glass on the table, refusing to touch it again.

She wished to "neither owe each other", but he couldn't do it, so he just let her owe her.

As if aware of his meaning, Ye Feiwan lowered her eyes and quickly glanced at the wine glass pushed aside by Feng Qing. She didn't try to persuade her to drink again, but said in a low voice, "I heard that the lord has shown signs of wooing the prince's only son these days?" She asked very casually.

Feng Qing's body froze suddenly. He looked at her, although his face was still expressionless, but there was some inexplicable panic in his eyes, but he was suppressed in an instant, and then his ears were slightly warm: "Who is like this in the matter of the court?" Talk too much, let me tell you?"

"It seems that this is really the case," Ye Feiwan smiled. This time, she raised her eyes frankly and stared directly at Feng Qing's eyes, as if she wanted to look into his soul, "Why? , Feng Qing?" she asked.

"...What?" Feng Qing was silent for a long time before squeezing out two words from the back of her throat.

Ye Feiwan pursed her red lips slightly, and after a long time, she turned the wine glass in her hand: "Why do you want to win over the young prince? With your current power, you should not be afraid of anyone!"

"..." Feng Qing was silent again.

Why?

He didn't know either, but when he saw the paper prescription and learned that Ye Feiwan could no longer conceive, the first thought that popped into his mind was...in this world, who else could give birth to him? Lin'er?Or... who else deserves it?

His mind went blank, he couldn't think of anyone.

"Feng Qing?" Ye Feiwan was still asking.

"I..." Feng Qing opened his lips, wanting to say something, but his voice was as difficult as someone who has been dumb for a long time and is just learning to speak. He paused for a long time, then raised his eyes to look at her.

At that moment, Ye Feiwan saw too complicated emotions in his eyes, but the complexity disappeared in a flash.

He was still the King Jing Yuan who showed no signs of emotion or anger.

There was a sudden violent twitch in her heart, Ye Feiwan stared blankly at the man in front of her, she seemed to understand him for a moment, but it seemed that she had never known him.

The emotion in his eyes was both familiar and unfamiliar, just like the way he looked at her in his previous life.

Finally, Ye Feiwan swallowed the sourness in her throat, gradually calmed down, and she spoke with a rare serious voice:
"Feng Qing, do you love me?"

(End of this chapter)