The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 338 She Has Never Been So Happy
The first snow in the capital is falling profusely.The majestic Miyagi is more and more like a fairyland.

A snowflake landed on Ye Feiwan's eyelashes. She blinked and watched the snowflake melt into a drop of water. She curled her lips and smiled: "Brother Nan."

Nan Mo looked at the drops of water on her eyelashes, like a drop of tears, and moved his fingers slightly, wanting to go forward to wipe off the drops, but finally stopped: "The woman brought back by the emperor from outside the palace, is that you?" he asked softly.

Ye Feiwan blinked off the water drops, nodded and said, "Yes."

Nan Mo's fingertips trembled slightly, and his voice was like a whisper: "He finally found you..." His voice was a little sad.

In the past two years, he seldom stayed in the capital. Floods in the south and severe drought in the northwest, he volunteered to go there. One was for the livelihood of the people, and the other was... He thought, there are more places to go, maybe, You can always see that familiar figure.

Unexpectedly, he was still late, it seemed... always one step late.

"Brother Nan, what are you talking about?" Ye Feiwan blinked, pretending she didn't hear clearly, "You've lost weight." She smiled and said loudly.

The elegant scholar in the past, now has a bit more compassionate vicissitudes.

Nan Mo looked at her smile, and smiled accordingly: "You too." He whispered.

"It just so happens that Yangliu's waist is not popular recently," Ye Feiwan squinted and smiled, "Now I am very suitable."

"It's not very healthy," Nan Mo said with a frown, "I want to give birth to my own body, so why worry about other people's preferences, and besides, you don't need to care about other people's opinions..."

"Understood, I always preach." Ye Feiwan pursed his lips, "Just like in the past, some small things can always tell a lot of big truths."

Nan Mo was taken aback, he is now the Minister of the Ministry of Industry, and the past always carries a bit of a distant past.

"What?" Ye Feiwan was puzzled.

Nan Mo came back to his senses, then smiled, and shook his head: "It's nothing, I just... think of some of the past," when he said this, he thought of something again, and his eyes were a little complicated, "Wanwan, your injury..."

What happened at the gate of the city back then, he had only heard about it. However, when a hairpin was injured and fell from the high city wall, just listening to it made people feel terrified.

"It's been fine for a long time," Ye Feiwan moved his body, "In the past two years, he has been well raised."

Nan Mo was slightly relieved, paused for a moment, and said in a very soft voice, "Walking around, I never thought that you would come back again..." He wanted to say 'by Feng Qing's side', but the words turned around in his mouth, and finally He just said, "Here."

"..." Ye Feiwan smiled and remained silent.

When Nan Mo said this, he hesitated for a moment: "Wanwan, you...you still can't let go..."

"Brother Nan," Ye Feiwan interrupted him, squinted his eyes, and admitted frankly, "I don't even remember the in-laws in the past."

Nan Mo's expression froze for a moment, and it took a while to understand what she meant: "You mean..."

"Perhaps, the only way to start over is to choose to forget." Ye Feiwan lowered his gaze.

"Start again?" Nan Mo's voice slowed down, "The emperor... agrees too?" According to what he saw, in the past two years, almost all civil and military officials have made a request to ask the emperor to accept concubines and confer them on the heirs.But all of them were sealed or rejected, or ignored.

Nan Mo faintly guessed that it might have something to do with Ye Feiwan, but...he never mentioned Ye Feiwan, and he didn't even let others mention it, as if the word "Ye Feiwan" was taboo and no one knew about it. His true thoughts.

"Why doesn't he agree?" Ye Feiwan looked very peaceful. She reached out to catch a few snowflakes and watched them gradually melt in her palm. "He doesn't love me, and even tried to find a good son-in-law for me."

Nan Mo's expression froze, don't you love her?If you really don't love her, why... did you take her to the palace?
But after all, Sacred Heart is hard to guess, he whispered: "What about you? But you want to choose a good son-in-law?"

Ye Feiwan paused, looked up at Nan Mo in astonishment, and when he saw his serious expression, he burst out laughing, Nan Mo's expression tightened when he laughed, and then his ears turned red: "What are you laughing at?" he asked in a low voice.

"Brother Nan, you have been very smart since you were a child, why are you so stupid now?" Ye Feiwan narrowed his eyes, looking at the surrounding area where the snowflakes were getting bigger and bigger, his eyes were a little distracted, "How could he really help me find a good son-in-law? He just... came to humiliate me. The Ye family has long been in decline, and I have been married and reconciled before, who would want me..." After speaking, her voice was like a whisper.

Nan Mo's throat tightened: "Wanwan..." After a pause, he whispered, "Don't belittle yourself."

"It's not self-deprecating," Ye Feiwan smiled and shook his head, "It's just a sudden recognition of the status quo."

"I heard that Xie Ziqi, the household servant, once asked the emperor to marry him." Nan Mo whispered, "Chen Taishi also asked the emperor to talk about marriage for his disciples."

"Huh?" Ye Feiwan was puzzled.

"The ones they propose are all younger sisters with a foreign surname brought back by the emperor from outside the palace." Nan Mo looked at her with cold fingertips.

"Who are they...?" Ye Feiwan frowned, Feng Qing never mentioned it to her.

"Master Xie, I don't know much about it. You also know Taishi Chen's disciples."

"I know you?" Ye Feiwan shook her head, "I don't..." The words stopped abruptly, she looked at the man in front of her eyes, "Brother Nan..."

Nan Mo nodded: "It's me."

Ye Feiwan stared blankly, but at this moment, a flake of snow fell into the back of her neck, and she shivered for a while, as if she finally got rid of the bewilderment just now, and whispered: "It's so cold."

Nan Mo looked at her evasive eyes, sighed inwardly, and finally changed the subject lightly: "It's snowing today, I should have eaten dumplings..."

He whispered, lowered his eyes to look at the snow-covered ground, then slowly bent over, gathered a small handful of snow, pinched it deftly with his slender fingers, and it turned out to be a dumpling-shaped snowball.

"Wanwan." He handed the snowball to her eyes.

Ye Feiwan was taken aback, staring blankly at the snowball and Nan Mo's frozen red fingertips. After a long time, she reached out to take it, her palm was icy cold: "Then... can I make a wish?" she whispered.

Surprise flashed across Nan Mo's eyes, and he smiled instantly: "Of course."

Ye Feiwan pursed her lips tightly: "I hope Brother Nan will find a beautiful woman as soon as possible."

Nan Mo's smile froze, but in the next instant his smile became more gentle: "I should have known... Wanwan, little heartless." Even if she chose to forget, she never forgot that she had rejected him.

In the corner of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Gao Feng still held the oil-paper umbrella tremblingly.

Feng Qing was still watching the two of them quietly, with a surging anger in his heart, but it was suppressed by the wind and snow in an instant, and only wisps of green smoke came out.

"Your Majesty, do you want your subordinates to inform Miss Ye?" Gao Feng asked cautiously.

Feng Qing pursed her thin lips tightly and remained silent.

Gao Feng paused for a moment, looked at the emperor's pale face, and finally decided to go forward.

"Wait." Behind him, Feng Qing called him with a hoarse voice.

"emperor?"

"No need." Feng Qing still stared at the woman's figure intently, with a very soft voice.

no need.

Since entering the palace, she had never smiled like this before. In front of him, she was only nervous and frightened.

Rarely has she been this happy.

However, in her palm, the dumpling-shaped snowball was so dazzling, as if... ice had reached his heart.

(End of this chapter)