The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 342 Why Test?

Although the long corridor outside the imperial study was blocked by palace walls, there were still gusts of cold wind blowing, which made Ye Feiwan's hand holding the lunch box tightly.

She looked at Feng Jiucheng, he was clearly smiling gently, but that smile never reached her eyes, the gentle brows and eyes were full of indifference.

"It's the first snow today, so I should eat dumplings," Ye Feiwan lowered his eyes, and without looking at him, he said in a low voice, "The food box is filled with dumplings for the emperor."

"Miss Ye sent it off in person, so considerate." Feng Jiucheng laughed lowly, if he didn't look at his eyebrows, he would praise him very sincerely, with a gentle manner.

This time Ye Feiwan didn't say much, Feng Qing ordered her to send the left and right, and she has no right to refuse.

"Speaking of which, I have been wandering alone for several years, but I have never eaten dumplings on the day of Chuxue. I never thought that I would be so particular about it." Feng Jiucheng walked forward slowly, and the jade belt tied with black hair was blowing in the wind. Flicking it, he knocked on the lunch box with the folding fan in his hand, "I don't know if I have this good fortune today..."

The little eunuch at the side turned pale, hurried forward and tremblingly said: "His Royal Highness, this is sent by the emperor's order."

Feng Jiucheng didn't move at all, the folding fan in her hand obviously didn't use any force, but Ye Feiwan only felt that her hand was being dropped with difficulty, she even felt... If she disagreed, the meal box would be knocked down by the folding fan lightly.

"Of course King Rui wants to eat." Ye Feiwan raised his eyes and smiled softly, "It's just a pity that there are no bowls and chopsticks here."

Feng Jiucheng smiled lightly: "It's okay."

After the words fell, the folding fan retracted its strength, and the slender jade-like fingers opened the lunch box directly, and a gust of hot air rushed out, emitting bursts of aroma.

Feng Jiucheng took a deep breath: "The chef in the imperial dining room can actually make such an ordinary and delicious little thing..."

The little eunuch couldn't help interjecting: "Your Highness, Miss Ye made this herself."

Feng Jiucheng was taken aback for a moment, Xu never thought that she made it herself, his eyes swept over the dumplings, his eyes shone with light, as if he randomly picked up a dumpling and put it in his mouth.

Ye Feiwan frowned.

"It's really delicious," Feng Jiucheng nodded with a chuckle, then lowered his head calmly, and spat out a copper coin from his mouth, "Miss Ye, what's the meaning of this?"

"Congratulations to King Rui, you have eaten the most blessed dumpling today." Ye Feiwan responded.

"Blessing..." Feng Jiucheng murmured, "Then today, I am really lucky. I not only ate the dumplings made by Miss Ye, but also got copper coins. I am so honored."

Ye Feiwan looked at him for a long time, then suddenly lowered his eyes: "Why bother His Highness King Rui?"

Feng Jiucheng paused the hand holding the copper plate: "Miss Ye, what is the meaning of this?"

"From the very beginning, you knew what was in the meal box; the moment you opened the meal box, you already knew that the most exquisite dumpling must be for the emperor, so why pretend not to know?" Ye Feiwan laughed Laughing, "Your Highness, Feng Qing and I are no longer husband and wife, and now we are staying in the palace, but it's just a last resort, you don't have to try it out."

After finishing speaking, she bypassed Feng Jiucheng and was about to walk towards the imperial study, but her steps froze suddenly.

The door of the imperial study room was opened at some point, and a man in white was standing at the door, Shengxue's robe was slightly fluttered by the wind, looking at her expressionlessly like a painting .

Ye Feiwan felt a panic in her heart, and only laughed at herself after a while, why was she panicking?Even if Feng Qing heard it, she never lied just now.

"Miss Ye." Gao Feng stepped forward and took the lunch box.

Ye Feiwan smiled at him, turned to look at Feng Qing: "Your Majesty, the meal has been delivered..."

Before she finished speaking, she tightened her wrist, and she was brought into the imperial study room, and the door was closed tightly with a "bang".

Outside the imperial study room, Feng Jiucheng was still standing there, the smile on his lips was still warm, but his eyes became more and more indifferent.He has long been good at hiding all his emotions, but now Ye Feiwan sees it clearly, even Yanyan, he just thinks he is always gentle.

After a while, he glanced at the copper plate in his hand. Just now, before Feng Qing entered the imperial study, he glanced at his palm.

With a low laugh, Feng Jiucheng held the copper plate in the palm of his hand, got up and walked into the palace, his blue clothes flying.

……

Royal study.

On the table, the meal box has been opened, and wisps of white smoke are coming out, exuding a few traces of fragrance.

Dressed in white, Feng Qing was sitting behind the table. He who was used to eating delicacies made his heart tremble when he sniffed the ordinary dumplings.

He hadn't smelled the familiar aroma for too long.

The real dumpling belongs to Chuxue, not a snowball made by a handful of snow.

Ye Feiwan stood in front of the table, perhaps because the room was warm, but her consciousness became a little hazy.The surrounding environment was twirling, and the next moment suddenly turned into a bedroom with candles lit.

The woman guarded the table full of food and the two simple plates of dumplings, and sat at the table with her chin resting, waiting to be returned.After waiting for a long time, finally the man in the python robe returned.

He was also taken aback when he saw her, then frowned, and only said two sentences, the first sentence was "Why are you here?" The second sentence was "I have already had dinner at the palace banquet."

The delicious food, the woman swallowed it alone with bitterness.

Ye Feiwan stared blankly.

The corners of her lips suddenly became warm, and she suddenly regained her senses.

But she saw a small dumpling held by a pair of bamboo chopsticks, which was brought close to her lips.Following the bamboo chopsticks, I could only see a slender hand, and... Feng Qing who was looking at her after the case.

He was...feeding her?
Ye Feiwan frowned: "What?"

Feng Qing still insisted on stretching forward: "After watching for so long, don't you want to eat?"

Ye Feiwan subconsciously said: "I just... I thought that it seemed to be like this in the past. I made dumplings and waited for you..."

"What?" Feng Qing's hands froze.

Ye Feiwan smiled and looked at him: "...you didn't eat." She didn't want to eat either.

Feng Qing's fingers tightened slightly, and she finally retracted her hand. Just touching the dumpling at the corner of her lips, she directly put it into her mouth, but for some reason, it felt a little sour.

Ye Feiwan was taken aback, she still remembered...he was always a clean freak, he didn't like to be touched by others, and he didn't like to be touched.

"What are you looking at?" Sensing her gaze, Feng Qing raised his eyes, the eyes were like cold plums falling into snow, cold but gorgeous.

Ye Feiwan was flustered and got up in a hurry, but she was stunned when she saw a small soft couch in the corner beside the desk from the corner of her eye.

The soft couch is extremely inconspicuous, and it is even more incongruous if placed in the imperial study.But it just sits there.

"Once upon a time, some people liked to hang around there." Feng Qing lowered her eyes and her voice sank.

In the previous life, she always liked to follow him, and she added a soft couch in the study on her own initiative, euphemistically calling it "accompanying him", and wanted to "add fragrance to the red sleeves" with him.

In this life, whether it is obsession or habit, people are also ordered to add.

"Really?" Ye Feiwan's eyelashes fluttered slightly, looking at the little couch curled up in the corner, "She must be very pitiful." Her voice was like a sigh.

(End of this chapter)