Chapter 197

It's different from the table just now. On this table, it's a vegetable dish. Even the chicken is made up of tofu.

The contrast was so great that Feng Xuan frowned.

"Well, everything is ready except Dongfeng. Today I ask you to see the good play." After patting Feng Xuanyi on the shoulder, Feng Qingyao was smiling and bathed in the sunshine. His dazzling smile rippled into his heart.

After a while, I heard someone push the door open. It was Pang Yong and Haoyu who came in.

Haoyu worships fengqingyao and says to her in a voice: "princess, my subordinate has invited Mr. Pang."

Seeing Pang Yong, Feng Xuan and Feng's eyes sank slightly. He nodded to him. Haoyu got the order and closed the door and went out. For a moment, there were only three of them left in the room.

"You invited me here just for a meal?" Looking at the food on the table, Pang Yong asked in a deep voice.

Feng Qingyao nodded, motioned him to sit down, and then slowly said, "Mr. Chen has come from a long way. He's very tired. As a junior, Qingyao should be a good host."

Looking at the delicacies on the table, Pang Yong didn't have any appetite. He looked up at Feng Xuanyi and thought of what the Empress Dowager said. He was very confused.

He was so impolite that Feng Xuan didn't care. He just thought he was sad about Changming.

Add a cup of peach blossom to him and smell the familiar smell. Pang Yong poured it into his mouth and savored the familiar smell carefully. There was a layer of mist in the corner of his eyes.

"I'm sorry, sir?" Feng Qing Yao said in a deep voice, a pair of apricot eyes slightly heavy, mixed with a few sad.

Holding the glass in his hand, Pang Yong gave a wry smile. He only felt that the wine in his mouth was too bitter. "How can I not regret it? If I can start over again, what about the secular world? Even if I let her reputation be ruined, I will accompany her to the end of the journey instead of leaving her alone like now."

"Sir, you've done your best. Feng Yanning's going to the Huns to make peace is undoubtedly the heaviest punishment." Seeing that he was so sad, Feng Xuan was also a little sorry.

After listening to his words, Pang Yong pulled out a sneer, "so what, she can't come back after all."

With a light cough, fengqingyao's voice was very weak. "Before the death of Princess Changming, I gave the colorful lotus back to her. Do you know why she suddenly gave you a cold shoulder 15 years ago?"

"Why?" This problem also bothered him for many years. Pang Yong's eyes widened and looked at fengqingyao.

With a slight sigh, Feng Qingyao then said, "why is it more necessary for the sun to break your heart? Sir, the answer is too much. The messenger misinterpreted your meaning and only told the princess that this letter is the gift you sent to her."

After hearing this, Pang Yong was in the same place. His wine cup fell to the ground and rolled twice.

It turns out that all this is due to a misunderstanding.

"It's my fault. Why do you have to set up such a riddle? No wonder she hasn't laughed at me since that day." Murmuring to himself, Pang Yong's eyes were full of sadness and sorrow. He laughed twice, which was uglier than crying.

Seeing him like this, Feng Qingyao frowned a little, but continued: "after the misunderstanding was solved, I asked the princess if there was any possibility between you, but she shook her head. Youth is gone. If you miss it, you miss it. But now I also want to ask my husband, "what would you do if the princess could come back?"

At that time, there was a breeze blowing through the window lattice, blowing into the elegant room, blowing the Cape of fengqingyao's dress. Her skirt was graceful, her eyes were plain, her voice was calm, but it was thought-provoking.

Pang Yong gave a wry smile. His eyes were full of hazy light, and his mouth was murmuring: "if I could come again, I would never let her be so lonely It's just How can it be

His voice was dreary, and Pang Yong's bitter smile hung on his face, blending with the gloomy sky outside.

Feng Xuan also lowered his eyes and listened to his confession, but sighed.

Yes, time will never go back. What is missed is missed after all, just like Changming will not live, and the flowers that withered yesterday will not bloom today.

Feng Qingyao put down her wine glass, raised her mouth slightly, clapped her hands behind her and said to Pang Yong, "Sir, can you open your eyes and see who's coming?"

Before the words were heard, the back door of Yajian was suddenly pushed open. Pang Yong listlessly looked there. When he saw the man's face clearly, his eyes widened and his pupils shrunk. He stood up in disbelief.

Feng Xuan is also like this. Seeing Chang Ming coming out, his hand moves slowly and Feng's eyes pass by. He looks back at Feng Qingyao who is smiling. It turns out that she has arranged all these things.

Chang Ming was wearing a simple dress, covered with light gauze and white clothes. It seemed that the wind could blow her away.

Since she came out, her eyes have been staring at Pang Yong, with some tenderness and longing in her eyes.

"Princess?" With these two words in his mouth, Pang Yong stood up and ran to her, trying to reach out and touch her cheek. He was afraid that it was his drunken phantom, for fear that the shadow would disappear.Chang Ming took his hand and put it on his face to let him feel his temperature. Then he slowly said, "Pang Yong, there is no princess in the world any more. Now I am just a woman."

"I only ask you, will you accept me?" His voice was humble. Chang Ming's eyes were staring at Pang Yong in front of him. His voice was trembling.

Pulling her into his arms and feeling her blazing temperature, Pang Yong shed tears. "Tomorrow, I promise you, I was wrong before, I was wrong..."

In the past five years, he did not miss Changming one day. Before, he did not dare to admit his dirty mind, but now he thought everything through. He just loved someone and should not care about so many worldly things.

What's more, this silly girl, in order to be with him, put down the status of respect, committed to become a civilian.

"Should you explain how the princess came back from the dead?" Looking at the two people holding each other in front of him, Feng Xuan also coughed lightly, his tone rose, and his face slightly sullen looked at Feng Qingyao.

Feng Qingyao chuckled twice, smacked her mouth, and then said, "it's going to start from that day when I took Fu Liu to see the princess."

That afternoon, she took Fuliu to the post station. Changming was seriously ill, but there was no cure. What's more, Fuliu was highly skilled in medicine. She wrote a prescription and asked Shangshan to take the medicine.

At that time, fengqingyao was still unwilling to persuade Changming again and asked if she wanted to be with Pang Yong. Changming hesitated and nodded.