The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 379
Wasn't it because of Quyan?

Ye Feiwan frowned: "What does your Highness mean?"

Feng Jiucheng stroked the fan bone in his hand, and slowly raised his head for a while, his gentle eyes hinted at some inadvertent enthusiasm: "I asked Miss Ye if she would like to leave, and it has nothing to do with others."

Ye Feiwan looked at him, unable to see through Feng Jiucheng's gaze, let alone understand what he meant. To her, Feng Jiucheng was like a stranger whom he met several times, or who once sang for his sweetheart. Smoke tormented her strangers.

She has always kept a respectful distance from such people.

Thinking of this, Ye Feiwan stepped back: "I... will thank His Highness first, but whether to leave or not is ultimately beyond my decision."

In this world, she still has relatives and people she wants to protect.

Feng Jiucheng watched her take two steps back, his expression paused, and at that moment he suddenly understood what Ah Qing felt when he saw her away from Ah Qing's touch.

It turns out...it's so unpleasant.

However, Ah Qing could step forward and imprison her by her side, what about him?

When she looked at him, her eyes were clear, and there was even a hint of guarding. She didn't think about the relationship between a man and a woman at all towards him.

Love between men and women...

Feng Jiucheng's expression was slightly pale, and there seemed to be horror in his eyes, staring blankly at the woman in front of him.As if... all the things that I couldn't figure out in the past have all made sense.

But...how could...

"If your Highness has nothing to do, why don't you leave first?" Ye Feiwan's voice was still soft, "It's not appropriate for you and me to be together..."

"Miss Ye, is there something else?" Feng Jiucheng interrupted her suddenly.

Ye Feiwan was stunned, and subconsciously shook her head: "It's nothing," but she realized it in an instant, "Don't worry, Your Highness, I will return to the palace before it gets dark, and I won't cause you any trouble."

Feng Jiucheng's hand holding the folding fan was slightly tight, and it took him a while to force himself to loosen his grip. He smiled elegantly and said, "I said, if you want to leave, you can tell me. I can still talk to Ah Qing. Say a few words."

"..." Ye Feiwan only pursed his lips and remained silent.

"Cough..." Feng Jiucheng suddenly clenched his fists to cover his lips, coughed, his face flushed abnormally for a moment, then turned pale again, he said in a low voice, "You don't believe me after all." The voice was faint like a sigh, he didn't know it, Did Ye Feiwan hear it?

Probably didn't hear it, but she had already turned around to look at the back garden at this moment.

Feng Jiucheng followed her gaze and saw hundreds of flowers swaying in the cold wind, the broken snow was scattered like falling into a fairyland, and a layer of snow mist formed around, making people dazzled.

This winter's grand scene is not just withered, this capital city is also... a bit nostalgic.

"It's time to go." Ye Feiwan said slowly.

It's enough to admire a good flower, but if you look at it too much, you won't be able to move. She knows this very well.

After the words fell, the person had already walked towards the back door.

Feng Jiucheng looked at her back, and finally followed her.

The carriage that was waiting at the main gate of Ye Mansion disappeared, Ye Feiwan glanced at it and did not make a sound, the carriage belonged to Feng Jiucheng, Feng Jiucheng had his own way to go back.And she...doesn't want to go back to the palace yet, even if she just stays outside for a while, she will have a moment of freedom. She won't think of...the Palace of Mental Cultivation, how the beautiful Qu Yan would considerately celebrate that man's birthday.

But the sound of footsteps behind him followed unhurriedly, and did not stop until he reached the market.

Seeing many people around looking at her, Ye Feiwan's face was thin after all, she turned to look at Feng Jiucheng: "Your Highness, can you..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Jiucheng quickly took two steps towards her, and pressed the folding fan in his hand to her lips.

Ye Feiwan hurriedly dodged backwards, dodging his folding fan.She had seen the hidden weapon on his folding fan a long time ago, who knows what kind of dark poison it was contaminated with.

As if seeing her thoughts, Feng Jiucheng smiled helplessly: "Don't worry, I promise, the hidden weapon above will never be on you again."

Ye Feiwan remained silent.

Feng Jiucheng looked around, shook his head lightly and said in a low voice: "Miss Ye, the market is full of people now, it might be wrong for you to call me Your Highness."

Ye Feiwan realized that this title was inappropriate.

Feng Jiucheng continued: "Miss Ye, you can call me Jiucheng."

Ye Feiwan frowned: "I remember... you once said after you and I had dinner in Zuixianju that if seniority is really counted, I should call you 'Uncle Emperor'."

Feng Jiucheng's hand holding the folding fan froze, and thought of what he said at the beginning, but he never imagined that many changes happened in the middle, and listening to her "Uncle Emperor" would make people feel so awkward.

Feng Jiucheng has always been clean and refined, never had such a troubled expression before, Ye Feiwan pursed her lips, finally feeling a sense of recovery in her heart, she smiled: "Folk girl take a step ahead."

After finishing speaking, the person turned around.

But after a while, the footsteps followed: "Third Young Master."

"What?" Ye Feiwan was puzzled.

"Call me the 'Third Young Master'," Feng Jiucheng said with a smile, "I'm the third child. In the past, when I was a wandering wild crane, everyone called me 'Young Master'."

Ye Feiwan frowned: "Dian...Third Young Master, you can just turn around and leave, there is no need to get entangled in titles..."

"Have you ever played that one?" Feng Jiucheng interrupted her again.

"What?" Ye Feiwan followed his gaze, then was startled.

Toss the pot.

There were a few primitive earthenware pots with narrow spouts, and a simple quiver in front of the vendor at the back, with many self-cut bamboo arrows in the quiver.

If you can throw it into the clay pot, you can get the corresponding gadget.

She used to play it, she would always sneak out during the Lantern Festival or when there was a lantern show, and she had played all the famous things in the capital.

But later, I slowly stopped touching her, just because someone said that they didn't like her appearance...

"Would you like to try?" Feng Jiucheng smiled, he had already stepped forward, and handed the vendor a tael of silver, holding two bamboo tube arrows in his hand, he handed it to her.

Ye Feiwan paused.

"Try it," Feng Jiucheng stuffed it into her hand, casually twisted an arrow, and threw it towards the clay pot.

Failed.

Ye Feiwan pursed her lips, and tightly clenched the bamboo arrow in her hand.

"What?" Feng Jiucheng turned his head to look at her, "Could it be that his skills are inferior to others?"

"How could it be..." Ye Feiwan retorted subconsciously, and realized that he had been tricked after finishing speaking, and lowered his voice, looking at the bamboo arrow he was throwing outside, "You can't hit it like this."

"Ok?"

Ye Feiwan pursed her lips, and finally took out an arrow from the bamboo tube, looked at the not too narrow mouth of the bottle in the middle, and moved her wrist slightly.

With a "plop", the bamboo arrow got into the clay pot.The little thing I got was a small pendant with a concentric knot, and a half pearl was tied to the pendant.

The pearl looked extremely inferior, but after all, it was earned by herself, so Ye Feiwan quietly put it away.

Feng Jiucheng looked at the concentric knot in her hand, paused slightly, swept towards the clay pots, and then stepped forward: "I can't fall behind," he smiled, "Come again."

(End of this chapter)