The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 366 Ye Feiwan is Different...

The carriage was leisurely, away from the bustling market, and went to the outskirts of the city.

Afterwards, an indigo blue carriage slowly drove up. The carriage was extremely simple, and it was very inconspicuous in the bustling market.

Only the folding fan that opened the car curtain was crystal clear in the long-lost sunlight, revealing half of the man's elegant face with a smile on his lips, but those eyes were always looking at the direction in which the carriage disappeared, cool Thin and deep.

"My lord, you have been here for half an hour..." came the groom's cautious voice.

Feng Jiucheng came back to his senses, stared blankly for a moment, then retracted the folding fan, lowered the sedan chair curtain, looked at the darkness in the carriage, and the smile on his lips faded.

He was six years older than Feng Qing, and protecting him back then was also protecting the royal blood, and he knew a little about it - he didn't like sweets.

But just now, he deliberately stopped the carriage and sent Gao Feng to buy candied haws. He didn't even need to think about who he bought it for.

"Ninetowns... help me, Ah Qing has changed." Qu Yan's words still rang in his ears.

At that time, he only thought in his heart that he was just the daughter of the former richest man who was domineering in the capital, but Qu Yan asked, and it didn't matter if he helped.

But now...

Feng Jiucheng looked down at the folding fan in his hand: "Go to Zuixianju." He said suddenly.

"Yes." The carriage moved forward slowly.

Feng Jiucheng was silent for a moment: "Send someone to go to Qu Mansion, and say that I have something to find Miss Qu, and I specially invite her to Zuixianju for a gathering."

"Yes."

……

During the day, there are many guests and friends in Zuixianju, and there are staggered cups of wine and fireworks.

Feng Jiucheng went upstairs and entered the wing room, which was the room where he had a drink with Ye Feiwan last time.

He still remembered that the last time the woman drank alcohol, she clearly had a poor capacity for alcohol, and her consciousness was a little hazy, but she clenched her palm tightly, using the pain to stimulate herself to keep herself awake.

Stubborn woman.

Feng Jiucheng lowered his eyes, poured himself a glass of wine, raised his head and drank it down.

And that night, he personally sent her back to the palace—the luxurious golden cage, she stood by the moat, holding the stone pillars to vomit and cry.

And he only looked at it from a distance, and he could see the great sadness in that thin back, but when she straightened up, it seemed that the sadness was just an illusion, her brows were calm, without any waves.

Contradictory woman.

Feng Jiucheng drank another glass of wine, the spicy taste of the wine drove away the winter chill.

And... that time in the paddock, she came on horseback from afar, warm and bright, with an extremely tough look, but her pale face showed a bit of fragility.

She fell off the horse, but he was not even qualified to come forward to save her.

Feng Jiucheng lowered his eyes, looked at the wine in the glass, and suddenly chuckled.

Now that I think about it, the time when he was closest to Ye Feiwan was when he plotted against her - he drugged her, watched her fall in front of his eyes, put his hand on her cheek, and let her fall into his arms ...

Her body was lighter, softer, and... colder than he thought.

Feng Jiucheng's brows were not soft, but he suddenly realized that his hand holding the wine glass tightened, and his expression tensed.

He is not an alcoholic, but he drank three glasses of cold wine in succession to suppress the inexplicable feeling in his heart.

"Knock knock", two very light knocks sounded outside the door, "My lord, Miss Qu is here."

"Come in." He replied slowly.

Just still sitting at the wine table, never got up.

A slim figure walked in, wearing a pale pink skirt, her cheeks were slightly rosy from the cold, but compared to her usual gentleness, she looked a little more pretty.

"Jiucheng, why do you drink alcohol during the day?" Qu Yan's voice was soft, she walked up, glanced at the jug on the table, and licked her pink lips, "You called me here, what's the matter?"

Feng Jiucheng didn't say a word, he was still stroking the wine glass in his hand.

Xu Shi sensed that something was wrong with him, and Qu Yan became confused: "Nine cities?"

Feng Jiucheng raised his eyes, but his brows were not as warm as before, but his face was slightly tight, and he was looking straight at her.

Qu Yan was stunned, the man in front of him was clearly Jiucheng, but... when he narrowed his eyes, he looked like Feng Qing, with an aura of calm and prestige, it really was... Feng's family.

"Jiucheng, are you okay?" Qu Yan looked at him, her eyelashes trembling, and then she seemed to think of something, took the jug and poured herself a glass of wine, "The matter of the paddock... Jiucheng, thank you."

Feng Jiucheng looked at the wine glass she stretched out in front of him, and clinked glasses with it after a while: "With me, don't be too polite." He said slowly, and then drank it down.

Qu Yan smiled softly: "Okay."

Feng Jiucheng was stunned. He had said the word "don't be too polite" to Ye Feiwan many times, but it seemed...she had never heard of it, especially today in the palace, she was not only polite to him, but also ...can't wait to get away as soon as possible.

"Jiucheng, do you...have something on your mind?" Qu Yan asked understandingly.

Feng Jiucheng put down the wine glass, and habitually picked up the folding fan beside him. Even Qu Yan didn't know the secret of the folding fan: "Yanyan, someone once told me a word." His voice was extremely soft.

"What?" Qu Yan was puzzled.

"She said, 'If you like it, you have to say it. If you don't say it, the person you like will never know'," Feng Jiucheng slowly raised his eyes, looking at the woman in front of him, "Yanyan, did I ever say, I feel pity for you?"

With a slight sound of "pop", Qu Yan dropped the wine glass from her hand and landed on the wine table. Fortunately, the distance was very close, but there was only a slight sound, and her face was flushed: "Jiucheng, you..."

"What about you, Yanyan?" Feng Jiucheng asked stubbornly again.

"I..." Qu Yan was stunned for a while, before she lowered her eyes to look at him, and said in a very soft voice, "Jiucheng, you know, I care about you very much, you are kind to me, I am also grateful and grateful joy……"

"You know, what I want to ask and know is not these." Feng Jiucheng interrupted her.

Qu Yan's body trembled, and when she raised her eyes, there was a bit of water in her eyes: "Don't force me, okay, Jiucheng..."

Feng Jiucheng was stunned for a moment, looking at the woman in front of him who seemed about to shed tears, for some reason, he felt a burst of relaxation in his heart.

He has been idle for a long time, and he knows that there is no need to force anything, so over the years, he seldom asks for anything. He wants to be nice to people without reason, just because he wants to.

Looking at it now, Yanyan, who he always thought was pure, took advantage of his point of view and wanted whatever he wanted.

"It's my fault," Feng Jiucheng nodded, with an elegant smile on the corner of his lips, just like his previous clean and elegant appearance, he slowly took the folding fan, smiling like a spring breeze, "Yanyan, I'm sorry, I was probably a little drunk just now .”

"Jiucheng..." Qu Yan murmured to him, her voice was soft, but her heart felt anxious.

She always felt... just in the blink of an eye, the man in front of her seemed to be a different person.

"I'll have someone send you back." Feng Jiucheng got up, held the folding fan in his hand, and tapped lightly.

Someone came in immediately outside the door.

Qu Yan finally left.

Feng Jiucheng was left alone in the huge wing room.He was silent for a moment, then got up and went to the window, opened the window, and saw the peddler holding candied haws walking slowly, yelling and selling.

Feng Jiucheng squinted his eyes and was rejected, but he didn't feel any sadness in his heart.

On the contrary... the candied haws just now caused even more turmoil in his heart.

He looked towards the outskirts of the city, and in a trance, he seemed to see a man in a red dress riding a horse from afar in the middle of winter.

A cage cannot trap a beast, just as... a palace cannot trap a person who wants to escape.

(End of this chapter)