The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 297 Talk about it?

There was a cold look at the city gate, and the soldiers in armor looked cold.

Even on the city gate, on the towering city wall, there are archers pointing their bows and arrows at this side, describing it solemnly.

It was late autumn, and the sky was chilly.

The simple black carriage stopped at the gate of the city, and Ye Feiwan sat in the carriage with a calm expression and slightly lowered eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

Fu Xian stared at her all the time.

"Open the car curtain!" Outside the carriage, the guard ordered again loudly.

The carriage hurriedly said: "Master, there are young master and Miss Biao..."

"Open it!" Before the groom finished speaking, the guard interrupted sharply.

Finally, the groom came forward slowly.

Ye Feiwan lowered her eyes and clenched her hands unconsciously.

In the next moment, the back of the hand was covered with a hand like white jade.

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he looked towards Fuxian, who never looked at her, but only looked at the car curtain.

Outside the carriage, the guard's voice sounded: "Please get off the carriage, both of you."

Ye Feiwan got up and wanted to get off the carriage.

Fu Xian looked at her, paused slightly: "You..."

"What?" Ye Feiwan smiled.

"..." Fu Xian didn't say much at the end, but his brows were tightly frowned, he just had an ominous premonition in his heart, this woman seemed to have already calculated everything in his heart.

Sure enough, there was a circle of guards around the carriage, wearing armor and holding spears, full of cold and murderous aura.

Fu Xian squinted his eyes, he didn't look like a city gate guard, but rather... a soldier who killed the enemy on the battlefield.

"You two are really cousins?" A leader stepped forward, glanced at Fu Xian and Ye Feiwan, feeling suspicious.

Just as Ye Feiwan was about to nod, he was interrupted by Fu Xian's teasing chuckle: "Your Excellency has a discerning eye." He stretched out his hand and put his arms around Ye Feiwan's shoulders, "She and I are definitely not cousins."

Ye Feiwan couldn't hide her surprise, and turned to look at him.

But Fu Xian continued: "She is my unmarried wife, this time going south, one is for her to take care of her body, and the other is to propose a marriage."

An unmarried wife.

Ye Feiwan frowned.

Hearing the words, the leader seemed to have doubts, turned his head and exchanged glances with the person behind him, and the two walked aside: "Is this person really similar to the portrait of the princess?"

The leader's voice was very soft, Ye Feiwan could only faintly hear the word "Princess", and the rest could not be heard clearly.

However, it really has something to do with Feng Qing.

She lowered her eyes and laughed ironically in her heart. Seeing the leader looking at her suspiciously again, she took a deep breath just now, stretched out her hand and gently took Fu Xian's hand, and said in a calm and gentle voice, "You two officials, my son and I are sure." I have a marriage contract. It's a long way to go south, and I'm weak, so I ask the official to make it easier for me."

Her voice was low and hoarse, really like a sick person.

Fu Xian lowered his eyes and glanced at her holding his hand.

Her hands are not as soft and tight as those beauties in the past.On the contrary, her fingertips were white and slender, like onion tips, but the back of her hand was thin and bony, not as soft and hard as it was distressing.

Fu Xian's expression tightened slightly.

"Cousin, what do you think?" Someone pinched his hand lightly, and Fu Xian came back to his senses in an instant.

He looked at the leader in front of him, then at the woman beside him, and finally smiled: "Of course, if it's later, I'm afraid that night will come, and I won't be able to catch up with the inn in Lincheng. Besides..." He said At this point, he stretched out his hand to wrap her shoulders, his voice softened a bit, "My wife still feels unwell..."

"My wife?" But at this moment, a hoarse and cold voice came, interrupting the rest of Fu Xian's words.

Everyone followed the prestige, and then they were all shocked, describing the paleness and kneeling on the ground, but after a while, they had already knelt on the ground, and the voice of shouting echoed in the sky: "Long live the emperor, long live, long live—— "

emperor.

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and soon returned to normal.

She was familiar with Feng Qing's voice.

He who used to be King Jingyuan has finally become a supreme emperor now.

However, she never expected that Feng Qing would appear at the city gate at this very moment. He was still wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, and his figure was tall and gorgeous against the waist seal, with a golden crown hanging in front of him, and his eyebrows were like night Epiphyllum blooming suddenly, so delicate but cold.

At this moment, he is staring at this side.

He is a born king.

Ye Feiwan raised his eyes and looked at the sky above his head. At three o'clock, it was supposed to be the time when Feng Qing ascended the throne, but he appeared here.

How ironic, she thought quietly.What kind of resentment could make him give up his great career of enthroning to prevent his next wife from leaving the city?
Just like in her previous life, she couldn't figure out why he always trapped her in the palace.

The hand was clenched tightly.

Ye Feiwan suddenly came back to his senses, and turned his eyes to meet Shang Fuxian's.

Feng Qing looked at the man and woman who looked at each other as if no one was looking at him, his lips were slightly pale, his cold eyes gradually fell on the hands of the two of them, and there seemed to be a sharp pain in his heart: "Both of you How could I not know when they became husband and wife?" Every word was said in an extremely difficult manner.

Fu Xian curled his lips into a smile: "In this world, there are many things that the emperor doesn't know. The grassroots have not yet congratulated the emperor, and he got what he wanted." His final voice raised slightly, only his eyes were rarely serious.

Feng Qing's expression suddenly became tense, he stared at Fu Xian, did he get what he wanted?But why... He didn't think so.

Finally turning his eyes, he looked at Ye Feiwan: "What do you say?"

He doesn't care what Fu Xian says, he only listens to her.

Ye Feiwan lowered her eyes, and said with a low laugh for a long time: "My daughter, congratulations to the emperor, your wish has been fulfilled."

The supreme power, he finally got it.Bearing humiliation for so long, I got what I wanted.She didn't mind sending a "Congratulations" either.

It's just that his happiness has nothing to do with her.

Feng Qing's face was as pale as paper.

She called herself a "minister of the people", and smiled so distantly, congratulating him.

Ten years of keeping a low profile is just to make myself stand on top of the mountains.But today, for her sake, he abandoned all civil and military officials, abandoned the enthronement ceremony, and came to the city gate in ignorance of the eyes of the world.

But I only heard her congratulations when she drew the line.

Feng Qing stared at her: "Do you think you can get away by calling yourself a 'minister'?"

Ye Feiwan stopped talking.

"Speak!" Feng Qing's voice was suddenly annoyed.

Ye Feiwan slowly raised his eyes and looked at him: "What does the emperor want me to say?"

Feng Qing froze, what did he want her to say?
He just... wants her to be soft, as before, with shining eyes, standing in front of him, and if she is soft, he can pretend that nothing has happened.

"Follow me back, forget the past." In the end, he spoke slowly with a hoarse voice.

"Where are you going?" Ye Feiwan asked back, "Prince Jingyuan's mansion, or the palace?"

"Anywhere!" Feng Qing stared at her closely.

"..." Ye Feiwan was silent for a long time, and suddenly she smiled with narrowed eyes. She took two steps towards him, but someone grabbed her wrist.

After Ye Feiwan's meal, he turned his eyes to look at Fu Xian, who was looking at her.

"Let her go." No matter how unbearable the anger in Feng Qing's chest was, he strode forward.

"Ye Feiwan, are you still obsessed with obsession?" Fu Xian's voice was calm, but full of evil.

The smile on Ye Feiwan's lips did not disappear, she looked at Feng Qing: "The former emperor passed away, you chose Qu Yan. Feng Qing, but now," she watched him turn pale, and slowly spit out four words, "I choose Qu Yan. Fu Xian."

Feng Qing's body was frozen, and her voice was cold, as if it came from purgatory: "You can try it." He will never allow it!
Ye Feiwan half-closed his eyes: "I originally planned to leave today if I could. If I see you, it is also expected..."

Speaking of this, she turned her eyes and looked at the towering and towering city wall, as if she could touch the hunting wind above.

She never thought that not long ago she was afraid of Feng Qing and didn't want to get along with him, but now she can be so calm.

She looked at him: "talk?"

(End of this chapter)