The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 388 How Does He Know He Can't Give It?

The room in the royal study was filled with dead silence.

Feng Qing was still staring at the pendant on Feng Jiucheng's waist, it was so dazzling that his eyes were a little scarlet.

I didn't pay attention to it last night, I only thought it was her accessory, but now I realize...is it actually half of one person?

Feng Jiucheng sensed his gaze, looked down, his expression slightly startled, yesterday... for some reason, when he saw Ye Feiwan holding a half-pearl pendant in his hand, he had the feeling of getting the other half .

Feng Qing suddenly covered his lips and let out a low cough, his voice became hoarse, he said slowly, "Uncle Huang has always been idle, why do you suddenly care about the freedom of irrelevant people?"

Irrelevant person?
Hearing his words, Feng Jiucheng frowned his pretty brows, and said for a long time: "If it's irrelevant, Ah Qing, why don't you let go..."

"It's someone who has nothing to do with you!" Feng Qing interrupted him.

Ye Feiwan has always belonged to him and has nothing to do with others, even if... she now wears a pendant that is commensurate with others, even if she went out of the palace to accompany others on the day of his birthday yesterday.

so what?She was his!Just his!

Feng Jiucheng's expression changed. Looking at Feng Qing's overly paranoid eyebrows, he has never been so sinister. He always hides his emotions and anger, and he is not angry but arrogant. Now...

Is it because of Ye Feiwan?In the bottom of his heart, a slight sigh suddenly overflowed, Feng Jiucheng faintly felt that maybe he came here today, thinking that he could persuade Feng Qing to let him go, this is the biggest joke.

"Does the emperor still want to stay here?" Feng Qing stood up, walked out of the case, and walked to Feng Jiucheng, "Or, the emperor is not young now, and I want to personally guide you A marriage, to cut off some thoughts that shouldn't be there."

In his words, there was a blatant threat.

Feng Jiucheng stared at the man in front of him with fixed eyebrows, his whole body was full of undisguised arrogance, and the determination in his eyes was determined to win.

The person at this moment is like a ferocious beast trying everything to protect the treasure, looking around with dark eyes, guarding everything around him, so as not to let anyone covet the "treasure" behind him.

Slightly stagnant in his heart, Feng Jiucheng finally nodded: "Don't bother the emperor."

After the words were finished, he turned around and was about to leave towards the door, but stopped, and looked sideways at the person standing behind him: "Ah Qing, you can't give what she wants."

The tone is light and the expression is peaceful, but it can always bring out a deadly murderous move.

She wants to be a couple for the rest of her life, and to be free. An emperor can't give her these things.

Feng Qing's body was tense, like copper and iron, standing tall in the same place, with his back straight, he opened his lips, and his voice was hoarse: "It's not too late, thank you, uncle, for your concern."

Feng Jiucheng turned his back and walked out of the imperial study.

Feng Qing was still looking at his back, but for a moment, his straight back was a little sluggish, he turned around and walked back to the desk in a daze, looking at the booklets, teacups, pens, inks, papers and inkstones above him.

"What she wants, you can't give."

Just now, Feng Jiucheng's words rang in his ears over and over again.

With a "snap", Feng Qing flicked his sleeves suddenly, and knocked everything off the table, leaving a mess all over the place.

His breathing also became heavy due to the movement just now, his mind felt dizzy, and he could hardly support his body.

"Your Majesty..." Outside the door, Gao Feng heard the movement in the study, turned around hastily, and wanted to come in.

"Don't come in!" Feng Qing ordered sharply.

Gao Feng froze at the door.

Feng Qing was still standing alone in the same place, beside the clean table, there was still a piece of rice paper, on the rice paper, there were all the "Ye Feiwan" written by last night.

Unconsciously, he reached out and touched the name above, stroke by stroke, even with his eyes closed, he could write the name neatly.

The thing in the sleeve pocket hit the table inadvertently.

Feng Qing suddenly raised her eyes, which were amazingly bright in an instant.

Can't he give it?
How did Feng Jiucheng know, he couldn't give it to him!
……

There were so many and complicated things on his mind last night, Ye Feiwan didn't fall asleep until the middle of the night.

Since she got up later the next day, and the groggy sky outside the window, she was quite tired.

At this moment, Ye Feiwan was lazily sitting in front of the bronze mirror, dozing with downcast eyes, while behind her, Suyun was quietly combing her long hair.

"Girl's hair is really smooth," Suyun whispered while combing, "it's the smoothest hair I've ever seen."

Ye Feiwan slightly opened his sleepy eyes, and smiled helplessly: "There is no one else in this huge harem, even if someone has smoother hair than mine, you haven't combed it."

Suyun's face turned red. She used to do rough and heavy work. Fu Daming was rescued by Miss Ye. She had never combed anyone's hair in a bun. After thinking about it, she refused to accept it: "There is only a girl in the harem. It's also because the emperor likes girls and treats girls well!"

The smile on Ye Feiwan's face froze, and he finally looked at himself in the bronze mirror, wearing only a white undershirt, with long hair hanging behind him, his face was thin and thin, with only a pair of pupils, barely shining.

"Don't say such nonsense." She smiled lightly, lowered her eyes again, and gently supported her forehead with one hand.

Brought by the gloomy sky outside, she became more and more sleepy.

"How could it be nonsense?" Suyun combed her hair, "Yesterday, the emperor rushed to the Jiuhua Palace before it was dark, and waited for the girl for a long time."

Excited?Ye Feiwan listened casually, but couldn't imagine how excited Feng Qing was.

"He has always been restrained, how could he be excited," Ye Feiwan said in a low voice, "Did you get involved because of me yesterday?"

"Never," Suyun shook his head, "Yesterday, the emperor wanted to get angry, but he didn't know what he thought of, so he just waved us away and waited for the girl by himself. After the girl came back, we all sweated for her." , I never thought..." I never thought that the girl is fine, but the emperor left with an ugly face.

Suyun didn't have time to say the second half of the sentence. She looked at the slender figure who suddenly appeared at the door with her eyes full of horror, and just wanted to kneel down.

But the figure frowned at her and waved his hand.

Suyun's face was pale, he saluted silently, and hurriedly backed away.

Throughout the whole process, Ye Feiwan kept propping her forehead with one hand, closed her eyes and feigned sleep, but paused and frowned when the combing of hair behind her stopped.

Then, in an instant, a big hand picked up the wooden comb and continued to comb the long hair behind her.

Ye Feiwan's eyebrows slowly opened.

I don't sleep much, my head hurts, it's always comfortable to comb.

The next moment, a hand slowly crawled up to her temple, rubbing it lightly, one by one, with gentle but powerful movements.

Ye Feiwan squinted her eyes comfortably, feeling that her heavy head was much lighter.

However, after a long time of silence behind her, she inevitably felt a little puzzled in her heart: "Suyun, why don't you talk anymore?" She was still chattering beside her just now, and the people under her hands never said anything. Rules, but such silence is not Suyun's temperament.

The hand that was combing her hair paused, and soon returned to normal. The man's hoarse voice sounded low: "What did you say?"

(End of this chapter)