The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 350 Luanfeng?

Early the next morning.

The sky was still gloomy, and it never snowed again.Snow fell all over the courtyard, and from a distance, it was so white that people couldn't open their eyes.

Ye Feiwan sat at the wooden table, stretched out her hand, and let Shaoyao apply the medicine for her.

"Miss, why are you so careless..." Shao Yao muttered with distressed eyes while serving the medicine.

Ye Feiwan looked at Shao Yao's serious eyebrows, probably because Gao Feng went back last night and told her about her being burned. Early this morning, Shao Yao came to Jiuhua Palace to accompany her.

As for the burn on her fingertips, she only said that she accidentally touched the stove and got burned.

It's a cold winter world, so it's normal to burn a stove.

"It's just some burns, it's nothing serious," Ye Feiwan said helplessly, looking at the glistening ointment on his fingertips, "You really don't need to come to the palace anymore, the weather is so cold... ..."

Shao Yao finally prepared the medicine, and put the medicine bottle aside: "Don't talk about Tianhan, even if there are knives in the sky, the slaves also want to come in to accompany Miss. Without Miss, I would have been sold out..."

"Okay," Ye Feiwan stopped the rest of her words. In this world, everyone has experienced suffering, and she really doesn't need to dig out people's scars, "I'm still fine, right?"

"En." Shao Yao nodded vigorously, but then thought of something, "Miss, Gao Feng did tell me about Miss's injury last night..." She hesitated to speak.

"I know," Ye Feiwan smiled, otherwise, why would Shaoyao come to the palace to see her this morning.

"But Miss..." Shaoyao paused, "Ordinary people usually have to make repeated orders to enter the palace, and they can only enter with the permission of all parties, but this morning..."

The smile on Ye Feiwan's face froze, she looked down at the ointment on her fingertips and said nothing.

Shao Yao continued: "This morning, before the servants have asked for instructions in the palace, there is a carriage to take the servants into the palace, it must be...the emperor..."

"Shaoyao." Ye Feiwan interrupted her.

Shao Yao's face turned slightly pale, and she looked at her puzzled.

It took Ye Feiwan a while to realize that he was being too aggressive, and forced a smile: "In the future, it's better not to say such things."

She knew what Shaoyao meant, and Feng Qing was worried that she would not be considerate of others in the palace, so she specially took Shaoyao in to accompany her.

But... She couldn't believe it for no reason.

She didn't even know what happened in the past in-laws with Feng Qing, but every time she saw him, the sourness and fear in her heart would accompany her.

"Miss..." Shaoyao murmured.

Ye Feiwan closed his eyes and calmed down, and his voice calmed down: "You must have heard Gao Feng say that he... recognizes me as a girl with a foreign surname in front of civil and military officials. I think this is his attitude. So... even Good." She paused for a long time before saying the last two words.

Shao Yao stared blankly at her: "Miss, you are... different from before." Her voice was extremely soft.

Ye Feiwan frowned, unexpectedly remembering that Feng Jiucheng had said several times that she was quite different from the rumors.

She... was a little curious about her temperament two years ago.

"Is Miss Ye here?" But at this moment, a sharp and soft voice came from outside the door.

Ye Feiwan suddenly came back to his senses, looked outside the hall, and saw a servant coming in followed by seven or eight court ladies. The servant was holding a whisk in his hand, with a respectful expression on his face.

"Eunuch Li?" Ye Feiwan paused, he was following Feng Qing to serve him.

"Miss, it will be winter hunting in a few days. These are the clothes and jewelry given to you by the emperor." As soon as Eunuch Li raised his hand, the maids presented the red sandalwood boxes in their hands to Ye Feiwan, and placed them on the table one by one. superior.

Only in the end, the four court ladies held a red military uniform in their hands and carefully placed it on the bed.

The wrists and waist of the military uniform are tightened. The red clothes are embroidered with delicate patterns in gold thread. The collar is a snow-white velvet collar, which is heroic yet gorgeous.

Ye Feiwan was taken aback.

Eunuch Li bowed respectfully to Ye Feiwan: "Miss, rest well."

Just like when they came, people also left in a mighty way.

Ye Feiwan remained silent the whole time.

Shao Yao at the side broke the silence: "This military uniform is so stylish..." But the words stopped abruptly.

Shao Yao looked at the pattern embroidered on the waist of the Hu suit, winding all the way to the end of the skirt, and the cuffs that were tightened also had tiny gold thread patterns.

That pattern is... a lifelike Luan and Phoenix, the most noble Phoenix in the world except for the dragon pattern.

"What?" Ye Feiwan couldn't hear the movement, and was puzzled.

"It's okay." Shao Yao hurriedly replied, "I just think this military uniform is so beautiful."

……

Royal study.

The court had already retreated, Feng Qing was still wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, standing in front of the window, looking in the direction of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Behind the Hall of Mental Cultivation is the Hall of Jiuhua, that woman... is probably talking to Shao Yao right now.There are not many close people around her, and there are even fewer people who can open her heart to her.

With a sound of "squeak--", the door of the study was slowly pushed open, and the man in Tsing Yi walked in slowly, with the folding fan in his hand, he closed the door casually.

"The emperor is looking for me, why?" Feng Jiucheng's usual gentle voice sounded.

Feng Qing's back moved slightly, and she turned around slowly for a long time: "Yesterday, why did you take her out of the palace privately?"

Last night, he was finally flustered, so flustered that his thoughts were all mixed up, and he even forgot that other than him, there was this Feng Jiucheng holding a token who could enter and leave the palace at will.

Feng Jiucheng paused slightly with the hand holding the folding fan, smiled and did not deny it: "Naturally, it is the beauty of an adult, Miss Ye also wants to leave the palace, doesn't she?"

"Nine Cities!" Feng Qing's voice was unprecedentedly serious.

Feng Jiucheng turned the turning fan and was silent for a moment: "Now that I think about it, you have never called me the emperor's uncle, but your little ex-wife..." At this point, he suddenly stopped talking.

He also thought of Ye Feiwan's sentence "elders to juniors" last night, but for some reason, it was uncomfortable to think about it.

Feng Qing stared at Feng Jiucheng's expression, and finally didn't ask any more questions: "It won't be long before she is no longer an ex-wife."

"Huh?" Feng Jiucheng waved his folding fan, smiled softly, "Could it be true that we really want to recognize her as brother and sister in front of the world?"

Feng Qing lowered her eyes, her expression cold: "In this life, she will only be my woman."

Feng Jiucheng paused the hand holding the folding fan, and raised his eyes to look at him: "Why?"

"On the day of winter hunting, I will tell all officials that I have never had a younger sister."

The smile on the corners of Feng Jiucheng's lips faded away, he narrowed his eyes to hide his emotions, and lightly stroked the white jade bone of the folding fan: "A word from the Son of Heaven, it should be like a nine cauldron."

"so what?"

Feng Jiucheng suddenly raised his eyes, his usual gentle brows were a little tight, somewhat similar to Feng Qing, he looked at him: "Decided?"

Feng Qing nodded: "Yes."

Feng Jiucheng's eyes tightened, his voice raised unconsciously, without a smile at all: "...How can you be worthy of Qu Yan?"

When Qu Yan was mentioned, Feng Qing's expression was slightly tense, but he quickly recovered. He met Feng Jiucheng's gaze: "In the past, when Qu Yan married into the palace, you never did this..."

Feng Jiucheng's expression froze.

"Uncle, you are too radical."

(End of this chapter)