The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 319

Ye Feiwan's palm was still numb.

She didn't expect that she would give Feng Qing a slap. In the end, she withdrew her hand: "You are the one who molested me first. If the emperor is willing to drink a glass of wedding wine, he will sit down, and if he does not, he will leave."

On the side, Fu Xian narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly, her expression difficult to discern.

Feng Qing pursed her lips and stared deeply at her: "Follow me back to Beijing, I will treat what happened today as if nothing happened."

"Heh..." Instead, Fu Xian sneered, he got up slowly and walked to Ye Feiwan, "Your Majesty, why do you think you can really take Ye Feiwan away today?"

Feng Qing lowered his eyes, and his voice was dark and low: "I never thought that I could take her away today, because today, I will definitely take her away." Slowly moving to Fu Xian, "Why do you think I'm discussing with you instead of... threatening?"

With the last two words, his voice suddenly rose.

Fu Xian raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Why is the emperor threatening?"

Feng Qing looked at him, then slowly withdrew her gaze from him, and turned to look at Ye Feiwan: "Today, if you insist on marrying him, then there will be no survivors here."

His tone was understated, as if he was not talking about killing dozens of lives in this mansion, but just that the weather is very good today.

Ye Feiwan frowned, and said slowly for a long time: "You are the emperor." She is a high-ranking king of a country, and she didn't think that Feng Qing would hurt innocent people because of her.

She still remembered that he used to dislike her.

Feng Qing pursed her lips, but the smile never reached her eyes, and her eyes were a little frantic: "So what?"

"..." Ye Feiwan fell silent.

"Why does the emperor think that the people in my mansion will be slaughtered by you?" Fu Xian said in a deep voice, "And why do you think that you will leave without any worries?"

Feng Qing's eyebrows were slightly lowered, and he was dressed in white clothes that were more snowy. Suddenly, a gust of wind gushed in outside the door, making his robes flutter like a fairy. He said slowly: "I never said that I will be safe and sound." Get out of here."

The implication is nothing more than that he included himself in the "no survivors".

Ye Feiwan stared blankly at him, and murmured: "Madman..."

Feng Qing was stunned when she heard her words, and suddenly smiled: "I'm already a lunatic, Ye Feiwan, it's just that you knew it two years later."

Ever since he was held by her, and he personally pierced the silver hairpin into her heart, since he watched her jump off the tower in front of him, since he remembered the memory of his previous life, since he embraced Fu Xian's arrangement When that strange corpse did not let go, he was already insane.

"Unfortunately, Feiwan, I'm not crazy enough," Feng Qing's smile gradually subsided, and he walked up to her, "You say, you don't want to leave this place, you say, you want to marry Fuxian. Then... Shaoyao What about your most sincere servant, she has been waiting for you to go back. There is also Ye Xianyu, your real elder brother, the only relative, oh, yes, Ye Xianyu has already married a wife and has a son, so that he can live happily..."

In the end, his voice softened, like a ghost, resounding in Ye Feiwan's ears, with a morbid restraint.

Ye Feiwan's hands trembled violently. She raised her eyes and stared at Feng Qing in front of her. Her eyes were flushed, but she did not hide the resentment in her eyes.

She heard the blatant threat in his words.

"You are... so despicable." She opened her mouth, slamming every word, with resentment in her eyes.

Feng Qing looked into her eyes, and his expression was suddenly in a daze. She resented him, hated him, and even... was afraid of him.

The two of them seemed to be reversed from the past, their hearts hurt like being stabbed by a dagger, but he still laughed: "Yeah, it's so despicable, just like you were back then."

Forcing a kiss, drugging.

But when Ye Feiwan listened to his words, his eyes were still blank.

Feng Qing's figure swayed slightly, she remembered Shaoyao, Ye Xianyu, Fuxian, really... Dudu forgot that she ever married him, forgot that they were also married, in their in-laws, there was also Live good things.

She forgot all about it.

"Follow me back to Beijing, or watch dozens of lives accompany you and Fu Xian's marriage, Ye Feiwan, you choose yourself." Feng Qing opened his lips, and the words were difficult.

Ye Feiwan fell silent, looked up at him calmly for a long time, and said sarcastically, "Are you only threatening?"

Feng Qing narrowed her eyes, trying to hide the sourness that suddenly surged up: "If you shouldn't, then this is not just a simple threat."

What he meant was that this sentence could be true in an instant.

Ye Feiwan looked at him, she couldn't understand why the idle king Fengqing who had dismissed her back then turned into such a terrifying existence.

"Do you really know what you're talking about?" she asked in a deep voice.

"It's because you don't understand," Feng Qing smiled, reaching out to caress her cheek, but as expected, he was evaded, his hand paused in the air, and finally retracted, with a soft voice, "Feiwan, yes You do not understand."

She didn't seem to know at all that the current him didn't bother to ask for an upright excuse, it was just a false name.

Ye Feiwan paused, turned his head away from him, and said in a hoarse voice, "I want to talk to Fu Xian for a while."

"..." Feng Qing remained silent.

"Your people are guarding here, is the emperor still worried about my escape?" Ye Feiwan's voice was cold.

Feng Qing paused for a moment, then turned and walked out the door: "A stick of incense." He said hoarsely.

The door was closed, and during the wedding banquet, there were only two people in wedding clothes left.

Ye Feiwan stood there in a daze for a long time without moving.

After some time, a soft sigh came slowly from beside her, and Fu Xian walked up to her, stretched out his hand to grab her tightly clenched hand, the veins on the back of the hand were protruding, and the nails stained with Kodan pressed firmly against the palm.

Fu Xian wanted to break her hand away, but she remained motionless.

"Let go." He said.

Ye Feiwan's eyes finally moved, but his hands were still clenched tightly.

"Ye Feiwan, let go!" Fu Xian's voice became serious.

Ye Feiwan regained consciousness, and slowly opened his hand following Fu Xian's strength. In the palm of his hand, four bright red marks were pinched out, and two of them were still dripping with blood.

Fu Xian stared blankly at the blood bead.

She was always calm in front of him, even if she smiled, it was a faint smile.She rarely has strong emotions.

But...Feng Qing only showed up once, and she...reacted so fiercely, even if...it was hatred, he actually felt a little envious.

"Ye Feiwan," Fu Xian heard his own voice sounding quietly in the wedding hall, "Do you want to know about your past?"

Ye Feiwan recovered, looked at him, and shook his head for a long time: "I don't want to know."

Fu Xian looked at her, and for a long time, he smiled lightly, extremely astonishing and incomparable.

But the next moment, Ye Feiwan said again: "Fuxian, I think, being your wife will definitely be very happy."

(End of this chapter)