where are we going
Zhu Feng said: "We are going to meet Yujia."
"ah!"
"I know what King Ning is going to do, and after those people report back, he must know that I'm here too, so we need to dispatch troops."
"Well-"
"Yu Jia should be arriving at Changqing City soon."
"..."
Nan Yan was also a little surprised.
He seemed to really know what he wanted to ask. The two of them "asked" and answered, and Zhu Feng answered all the questions she wanted to know one by one.
And looking at her expression, Zhu Feng also knew that what he said was exactly what she wanted to ask.
I don't know why, just now, he experienced the severe pain, and his mind and memory went blank for a while, but now, everything seems to be much better, and he, as if because of the severe pain, passed out. Through the general.
He could understand her heartbeat.
Seeing Nan Yan's surprised expression, Zhu Feng said calmly: "You know that King Ning is going to rebel, and you also know that I will be in danger, so you know - Zhen's identity, right?"
"..."
Nan Yan was silent for a moment, then nodded.
This is not unexpected.
After I expressed those thoughts to Zhu Feng, I originally planned to recognize him, so there is nothing wrong with admitting that I know his identity.
At least for now, it seems that Zhu Feng does not have much guard and hostility towards her.
And seeing her admit it, Zhu Feng was indeed, not surprised.
He just fell silent for a moment, and then said, "Then, who are you?"
"..."
Here it is again.
Just now, he also asked this question, and those people came.
Nan Yan looked at him with a complicated expression.
She still clearly remembered that when those people said the word "Imperial Concubine" in front of him, he suddenly appeared strange, as if he was in severe pain, and after that, his whole body seemed to go blank.
This seems to be a problem for him now.
If I tell him the truth, I don't know what will happen, but now, the two of them are actually "running for their lives". When those people return to Ning Wang's mansion to inform them, Ning Wang will definitely send a large number of people to hunt them down .
At that time, not to mention meeting up with Yujia, whether he can leave Changqing City alive is a question.
Nan Yan fell silent.
Zhu Feng looked at her drooping eyelashes, and suddenly frowned: "Aren't you going to tell me?"
"..."
"Don't want to say it, or dare not say it?"
"..."
Nan Yan hesitated for a moment, raised her head, and looked at him with a complicated expression.
"..."
But Zhu Feng looked at her eyes and was silent for a while, with a slight coldness on his face.
He is not unfamiliar with this kind of gaze.
In the palace, when facing He Yi, Xu Miaoyin, Ye Zheng, and even Qin Ruolan who was very close to him, when they deliberately concealed something, they used this expression to face him.
That clearly said: I know everything, but I just don't want to tell you.
He hates that feeling.
So this time, he left Shengjia alone, followed the little feeling in his heart, and risked such a big risk to go to sea on a stormy night to rescue this woman.
And he also felt a feeling from her that he had never felt before.
But even she kept it a secret.
Zhu Feng felt that he had reason to be angry, but looking at her pale face, even with a slight aggrieved expression in her silence, he was unwilling to press her further.
After a while, he said lightly: "That's all."
After speaking, he turned his face to the side.
Nan Yan could tell that he was a little angry, but he didn't look like he was about to get angry with himself.
She thought for a while, stretched out her weak hand, and took his hand.
Although Zhu Feng was not in a good mood, the feeling of being held by those soft little hands was not bad. He looked at her and saw that she lowered her head and wrote seriously in her palm. a few words—
You need help.
Zhu Feng frowned: "What do you mean?"
Nanyan continued to write: In Changqing City, there are people who can help you.
"oh?"
This point surprised Zhu Feng a little.
He only knew that he left Yujia and came here alone, and this place is King Ning's territory, how could anyone help him
He asked, "Who?"
Nan Yan wrote one stroke at a time: Li-no-shang.
Zhu Feng frowned.
Li is not hurt
For some reason, the first moment he saw this name, he felt a little unhappy.
And this name, he does not seem to be unfamiliar.
It seems that when I was in the palace, I saw it in a roster. If I remember correctly, it should be a member of my trusted guard, Jin Yiwei.
However, it seems that he was not among the people who traveled with Yu Jia this time.
He said, "Is he in Changqing City?"
Nanyan nodded vigorously.
That night, in the stormy sea, she failed to board the ship, but before she lost consciousness, she seemed to see that Li Bushang had boarded the ship that came to meet her.
Then he should be safe now.
If he didn't guess wrong, he should also be in Changqing City, or around here.
Nan Yan already knew his skills. If they could join him now, at least Zhu Feng would have one more support around him, and he would not have to face the imminent danger alone.
And there is—
She thought for a while, then continued to write in his palm: There is another person.
besides
For some reason, although she was talking about someone who could help her, Zhu Feng didn't feel very good in his heart.
On the contrary, I was a little impatient.
But he still said, "Who else?"
Nan Yan hesitated for a moment.
Although, until now, that person has not given herself a clear answer, but what happened on the boat that night made her very clear that he did not sincerely seek refuge with King Ning.
But to accomplish another thing, obviously, there is another purpose.
Then his treatment of Zhu Feng should not be what it seems on the surface.
So, she carefully wrote that person's name on Zhu Feng's palm.
Jane-ruo-cheng.
This time, Zhu Feng frowned.
He had never seen this name before, and no one had told him about it, but as soon as he saw this name, a sense of familiarity immediately rose in his heart.
A feeling that seems to be trustworthy, but at the same time, very uncomfortable.
He frowned, looking at his palms.
Nan Yan looked at him nervously, wondering if he still remembered these two people.
After being silent for a while, Zhu Feng raised his head, with a very displeased look in his eyes, and said, "Why do you have so many—'helpers'?"