The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 363 Is he dead?
The candle flames flickered on the candlesticks, and the Jiuhua Palace was dimly lit with shadows.

Feng Qing hugged the woman in his arms, and could even easily smell the delicate fragrance from her body. Her long hair was wrapped under his white dress, and occasionally a few strands came out, with drops of water dripping from the end.

The clavicle that is faintly exposed under the white clothes reveals the strange whiteness after soaking for a long time.

She asked so calmly, don't you feel dirty?
Feng Qing only felt a burst of soreness in his heart, and all the sinister and bloodthirsty in the dark prison just now disappeared: "Not dirty." He whispered, "Never dirty."

Ye Feiwan didn't struggle any more, she leaned quietly in his arms, she could even hear the slight throbbing of Feng Qing's chest when he spoke; "I know," she lowered her eyes, her voice was very soft, "it's that person who is dirty." .”

Thinking that she was held in the arms of the man in black, I felt sick in my heart.But never regret it.

She survived.

Feng Qing still hugged her tightly, echoing in a low voice: "Yes."

Ye Feiwan also calmed down, and asked slowly for a long time, "Is he dead?" She stabbed the man's neck four or five times with a silver hairpin, and every time a lot of blood spattered, it must be dead.

Feng Qing looked calm, and said quietly: "He's not dead..." He paused before continuing, "However, I personally sent him a ride."

Along the way, he had already had the blood of countless people on his hands, and he never cared about one more life.

But she was different, she should have been clean.

Ye Feiwan's fingertips curled up under her white clothes trembled, as if her long-feared heart had finally calmed down, and she responded in a low voice, "Yes."

Inside the hall, there was a long silence.

Ye Feiwan only felt a red, swollen, burning pain in her shoulder bones. After all, it was late at night, and her consciousness was also a little wandering.

Feng Qing still embraced her like tireless, Ye Feiwan couldn't struggle, so he simply leaned into his arms and closed his eyes.

"Why don't you ask?" A man's voice came from above his head with a slightly hoarse voice.

Ye Feiwan opened his eyes: "What?"

"Why didn't you ask... what happened yesterday? Why didn't you say anything when you came back? Why..." At the end of the talk, Feng Qing couldn't ask anymore.

If those assassins hadn't been caught, if those people hadn't been severely interrogated, wouldn't she have said anything to him, wouldn't she have complained to him?Wouldn't you be wronged and say to him, how scared was she the night before yesterday?
In her heart, after all, she still separated him.

"Ask what?" Ye Feiwan asked back. This time, she straightened up from Feng Qing's arms and poked her head out to look at him, "What do you want me to ask?"

Feng Qing froze for a moment and remained silent.

Ye Feiwan smiled.

Asked Feng Jiucheng hijacked her and Qu Yan the day before yesterday, what was his choice?The answer is already obvious, he did not choose her.

Asked why Qu Yan was by his side when he was looking for her in the woods yesterday?Why should she humiliate herself?

complain?complain?Wronged?

These, she had already broken her teeth and swallowed the blood together. Feng Qing is hugging her now, and she likes to make some "he cares about her" dramas, and she doesn't have the strength to expose it.

She remembered that her father said to her when he was still alive: Why make everything so clear?Life is hard to be confused.

Since she couldn't escape from this huge cage, she would just stay in a daze.

Feng Qing looked at the woman in front of her, the candlelight was flickering, her expression also flickered in the candlelight, the corners of her lips were clearly smiling, but it made people feel bitter.

"Feng Qing, I hate being chosen." Ye Feiwan struggled a bit, this time, Feng Qing's hand was easily released, and she withdrew from his arms, "I hate being given up even more."

After saying that, she was still wearing his white dress, walked behind the screen, took her own clothes and changed into them.

On the screen, the woman's slim figure is reflected on it.

Feng Qing moved her fingertips, her eyes drooping and she remained silent.

Ye Feiwan came out from behind the screen, and took out the drenched white clothes in his hands: "The clothes are wet, put them here first, and send them to you after they are washed."

Feng Qing raised her eyes and looked at her. She was wearing an apricot-colored undershirt, her black hair was still wet behind her, and her cheeks were pale.

"I didn't give up..." Feng Qing's voice was extremely soft.

"Huh?" Ye Feiwan asked in confusion.

"I didn't give up." Feng Qing said again.

Ye Feiwan heard it clearly this time, she paused, and put the white dress in her hand on the red sandalwood bench beside her: "You always care about Miss Yiquyanqu, don't you?" She asked back, her heart was extremely calm.

Feng Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she looked up at her with a blunt sourness in her heart: "You said... what?"

Seeing his expression like this, Ye Feiwan felt like he was hurt by her.

However, he was the one who chose Qu Yan, and she was the one who suffered from the severe cold all night.

"The night I was taken away, I had a dream." Ye Feiwan smiled, his eyes were a little cloudy, as if he was recalling something carefully, "I dreamed that I was in a strange courtyard, and that courtyard was deserted. Desolate, I was lying on the sickbed, slowly dying."

Feng Qing's face suddenly turned pale.

Ye Feiwan still said softly: "Now that I think about it, I don't remember much of that dream, I just remember Shaoyao crying at the side and saying, 'Miss, this servant will go to the lord, the lady will be fine...'"

Shao Yao shed a lot of tears for her.

Feng Qing's fingertips trembled slightly, he knew the memories she said, she died alone in the cold courtyard in her previous life, but even at the last moment, she stopped Shao Yao and didn't let Shao Yao know him.She left alone, without him by her side.

Now, when she was kidnapped in the twelfth lunar month and was frozen in the cave all night, he still hadn't been by her side to protect her.

"Feng Qing." Ye Feiwan's voice sounded, bringing him back to his senses.

Feng Qing looked up at her.

Ye Feiwan walked up to him, still smelling of acacia on her body, she squinted her eyes and smiled: "Look at your appearance, why, do you love me?"

Feng Qing was shocked from the bottom of her heart, and she unconsciously dodged backwards to avoid her lingering fragrance: "I..."

He opened his lips, but when he was about to utter the rest of the words, he stopped - he clearly saw the smile on her lips, with sarcasm and bottomless darkness, like... despair.

"Feiwan, it's you who love me, you love me so much." He looked at her and spoke slowly, his voice was like a whisper.

Ye Feiwan's smile froze, as if she was trying to remember something, then shook her head: "I don't love you." However, after saying this, there was a burst of sourness in her heart, and she frowned unconsciously .

Feng Qing's eyes tightened, staring at her firmly, she spoke very calmly, as if it was just an ordinary matter.

do not love……

"You love me," Feng Qing said stubbornly, "You just forgot the past when you and I were husband and wife, you love me." His voice was deep and deep, but he didn't know if he was convincing others or comforting himself.

Ye Feiwan frowned, and a voice suddenly appeared in his head: "Feng Qing, from now on, you will be my husband, and I will be your wife, your only wife!" mixed with joy and coquettishness.

She snapped back to her senses, stepped back half a step, looked at Feng Qing in front of her, and said, "I don't love you anymore..."

(End of this chapter)