The night passed.
Zhu Feng pushed open the gate of the Hall of Martial Heroes, the wind gushed in from behind, and he saw the curtains fluttering slightly. Behind the curtains, on his big bed, the little girl was still sleeping on the pillow.
In the hall, her soft murmur sounded.
Zhu Feng walked over slowly, and as soon as he got to the bed, he heard her muttering: "It hurts..."
"..."
"It hurts..."
Is talking in sleep.
In the dream, it also called pain.
He was silent for a while, then reached out and brushed away a strand of messy hair on her forehead, and saw the pale little face below, the brows were slightly frowned, as if she was still enduring the pain, and the long eyelashes lightly covered the thin eyelids On the face, it looks even weaker and slender.
I don't know where she got the courage yesterday—
Thinking of this, I felt a burst of inexplicable anger in my heart, and I didn't sleep well last night, so I was even more impatient, so I squeezed her face hard.
With just one twist, his hand suddenly retracted as if he had touched a burning coal.
What are you doing
At this time, Nan Yan, who had been trapped in a nightmare and was suffering from pain, also woke up, opened her eyes faintly, and saw the tall figure in front of her.
She was still not sober, so she murmured: "Who hit me?"
"..."
"Why did you hit me?"
She grumbled and complained, her cheeks were hot, it was obvious that she had been beaten.
Zhu Feng frowned even tighter.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
"..."
"I still beat you with my own hands?"
The sound of his stiff voice completely woke Nan Yan from her half-dream and half-awake state. She suddenly opened her eyes and took a closer look, and it was indeed the emperor standing in front of her.
He was so frightened that he hurriedly got up: "Slave—"
Before she finished speaking, there was another burning pain in her buttocks, and she fell down on the bed again.
There was a burst of cold sweat on her forehead, and she struggled in an ugly posture: "Your Majesty, servant—"
"Okay," Zhu Feng frowned and said impatiently, "It's all beaten up like this, what else do you want to do? Lay down here for me!"
"..."
"Lie down!"
"yes… "
She could only lie down quietly again.
Only at this time did I realize that I was actually sleeping—on a bed in the Hall of Martial Arts!
This is where the emperor sleeps, isn't that the dragon couch
He actually slept on the dragon couch? !
She suddenly broke out in cold sweat again, and didn't know what to say, but Zhu Feng looked down at her for a while, and then said: "You don't have to be afraid, if you dare to drop Shang Baosi's key, you won't be afraid to sleep in my bed." On the bed."
Nan Yan bit her lower lip: "I know I'm guilty."
"Guilty, of course you are guilty!"
As Zhu Feng said, he couldn't help but glanced at her again, seeing her frown slightly frowned because of the pain, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Yesterday, why did you say that."
Nan Yan raised her head to look at him, and said softly, "Because—servant dared to guess that the emperor didn't want to promulgate that imperial decree."
"Why?"
"Because usually, the emperor would draw up the imperial decree first and ask Ye Zheng to send it to Shang Baosi, but yesterday, he asked the servants to bring the jade seal to the imperial garden."
"..."
"The servant feels that the emperor has other intentions, so-"
As she spoke, she carefully glanced at Zhu Feng, then lowered her head: "Everything is due to the boldness of this servant girl, please forgive me, Your Majesty."
"..."
Zhu Feng didn't speak immediately, but looked at her with a slight frown for a while, and then said, "Where did you drop the key?"
"In Shang Baosi's drawer."
"..."
Zhu Feng was silent for a while, and said slowly: "From now on, be careful with the keys."
"..."
"Don't lose it again, and don't let me hit you again."