The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 367 Long time no see
There have been a few snowfalls this winter, easily wrapping the green mountains in plain clothes, and the dead branches all over the mountains are dotted with falling snow. Occasionally, a gust of cold wind blows, blowing the snowflakes down.

A group of people slowly stopped at the foot of the green hill.

The groom stepped forward respectfully and opened the car curtain.

Feng Qing got out of the carriage first, stood outside the carriage, pursed her thin lips and looked at Ye Feiwan who was bending over and leaning out from the carriage.

After the carriage heard her unintentionally mentioning Nanmo, the two of them didn't say a word. He waited for her to speak, but she only glanced out of the window occasionally, with a quiet expression. In the end, he didn't know whether he was living or not. She was angry with herself.

"Everyone is waiting at the foot of the mountain. Gao Feng and a few people can follow me up the mountain." Feng Qing said in a deep voice.

"Yes." Gao Feng hurriedly responded.

The mountain road was covered with a layer of snow. Fortunately, there were no footprints on the snowy road, and it was not slippery due to trampling. The group of people walked smoothly.

Whether it's just Feng Qing or Gao Feng, they are all martial arts practitioners in the end. Only Ye Feiwan, who was halfway there, was already panting, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, and her cheeks were also flushed. She was a little ruddy, but against the backdrop of the velvet collar on her body, she looked a little delicate.

Feng Qing heard the rapid breathing of the woman behind him, his throat tightened, and he suddenly felt that his breathing was stagnant, and he pursed his thin lips for a while, but remained silent.

He thought that as long as she opened the mouth, she wouldn't have to suffer this crime.

She should... be about to speak.

"Guard Gao." Ye Feiwan's voice was still a little hurried.

Feng Qing's footsteps faltered, and an ominous feeling rose in his heart.

"Miss Ye?" Gao Feng was puzzled, and quickly took two steps to follow.

"Shaoyao said, you entered the palace early this morning, so I asked you if you had eaten breakfast before." Ye Feiwan said casually, but in fact, Shaoyao just mentioned it casually.

Gao Feng's ears turned red: "Thank you, Miss Ye, for telling me that Gao Feng has eaten too much breakfast."

"Yeah." Ye Feiwan nodded.

Ahead, Feng Qing frowned slightly, but he was relieved.

The next moment, the woman's voice sounded again.

"Guard Gao, I'm a little tired. You're almost strong enough to help me." This time, Ye Feiwan said it bluntly, using tricks to eat people's mouths. Not too much to ask for.

"Yes," Gao Feng hurriedly responded. Miss Ye treated Shaoyao well, and he was grateful to her in his heart. He wanted to go forward and help Miss Ye, but he paused when he saw the steps of the Holy Master in front of him slowing down. A layer of cold sweat rose up on his back, "Miss Ye...your subordinates and those under him have slow hands and feet, not as good as Miss Ye..." As he said, he looked at Feng Qing's back.

Feng Qing paused with her fingers, and her footsteps became a little lighter without her noticing that her footsteps on the snow made a slight "creaking" sound.

Ye Feiwan was startled, followed Gao Feng's gaze, and looked at Feng Qing's back with pursed lips. He had been silent since he was in the carriage just now. Although he didn't know the reason, he knew that he was angry.

He was always so moody.

She frowned: "Forget it."

After the words fell, he still walked up the mountain step by step by himself.

Feng Qing frowned tightly, clenched the hand hanging by his side, pursed his thin lips tightly, and there was a layer of anger in his eyes. Whether it was intentional or not, his steps quickened without realizing it, and he strode forward.

Ye Feiwan struggled to follow behind, and couldn't understand why Feng Qing suddenly brought her to Qingshan Temple.

She had very little impression of Qingshan Temple, and the only impression she had was a low sigh of compassion like a saint, "Since you only want an ordinary life, I will accept you."

She thought that her indifference to her former in-laws might have something to do with this place.

While he was meditating, there was a sudden "pop" sound under his feet, but it was a dead branch under the cover of snow being trampled off. Ye Feiwan slipped and fell backwards uncontrollably.

"Miss Ye..." Gao Feng exclaimed and hurried forward.

But seeing Feng Qing in front of her seemed to have eyes, she suddenly turned around, stretched out her hand, grabbed Ye Feiwan's hand, and pulled her back.

Ye Feiwan leaned forward, and when she realized it, there was a burst of pleasant scent in her breath——she fell straight into Feng Qing's arms.

Ye Feiwan was slightly stunned, as if... such a scene had happened before, she was walking on the mountain road, and almost fell down the mountain, Feng Qing held her back, and said coldly: "Next time, I will never leave you alone."

"The road won't go well?" A man's stiff voice came from above his head.

Ye Feiwan reacted abruptly, and hurriedly withdrew from Feng Qing's arms: "Sorry." He spat out the words of apology.

Feng Qing's fingers stiffened. If it was in the past, she would not be able to get up in his arms long ago, and would even keep pretending to be hurt and ask him to hold her.

But now... it was such an alienated "Sorry."

But that's okay.Soon, she will remember, remember... everything that happened between them, remember how she loved him so much.

Blame him for being stupid for a while, forgetting the old abbot with sharp eyes and compassion in Qingshan Temple - he had seen him in his previous life, and he kept saying 'she is still waiting for you', but in this life, Ye Feiwan was at Qingshan Temple left.

All of this shows that the old abbot is a wise man who transcends the mundane world.

"Next time, I won't care about you." Finally, after staring at Ye Feiwan for a long time, Feng Qing uttered these words.

After saying that, he turned around and went straight up the mountain, but this time, he never let go of Ye Feiwan's hand and held it tightly.

I don't know whether it was because of nervousness or fright, but a layer of cold sweat was born on the palm of my hand.

Ye Feiwan was not comfortable being caught, she struggled unconsciously, but Feng Qing's hand gripped even tighter as if frightened, without even looking at her, she walked forward step by step, Wei'an's figure unknowingly blocked a little cold wind.

The group of people walked for about an hour, and finally reached the top of the mountain. The lonely temple was also covered by a layer of snow, except for a path in front of the temple that was cleared out, everything was a cold white.

The vast expanse looks like a fairyland.

Ye Feiwan's eyes were squinted by the snow-white snow, looking at the simple wooden door of the temple in front of him, a sense of familiarity rose in his heart, and there was also a slight panic.

Gao Feng glanced at Feng Qing, and stepped forward to knock on the temple gate.

But at this moment, the temple gate was being slowly pushed open from the inside, and a man in a blue cassock was standing on the stone steps at the entrance, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand.

It was the old abbot.

The smile on the corner of his lips was like a god Buddha, and he glanced at the crowd with generous and compassionate eyes, and finally fell on the man and woman in the front.

The abbot was stunned for a moment, and quickly returned to normal, then nodded slightly, and his voice was as faint as the bell of a temple, which made people feel a little quieter.

"Two benefactors, long time no see."

(End of this chapter)