At this time, Li Bushang was the only person left beside him, and seeing Li Bushang's eyes closely following Nan Yan's expression, Zhu Feng's eyes sank again.
"Li is not hurt."
"exist."
Li Bushang hastily withdrew his gaze.
Zhu Feng looked at him coldly, and suddenly said: "Do you know her, or, is there an old relationship between you?"
"...!"
Upon hearing these words, Li Bushang's heart trembled for a moment. Looking back, he saw Zhu Feng's gloomy eyes, staring at him with a sharpness as if he wanted to see through a person's body, or even his soul, and hastily lowered his gaze. Head: "The emperor..."
"..."
Zhu Feng stood up slowly and walked towards him.
After two years of experience, Li Bushang has grown a lot taller and grown a lot. In the past, standing in front of Zhu Feng, he was less than his shoulders, but now, he is almost as tall as him.
However, in front of him, he could only lower his head.
Seeing him walking in front of him, although he didn't say a word, the oppressive aura emanating from his body was almost overwhelming. This feeling made Li Bushang's heart a little heavier. .
Zhu Feng walked up to him.
looked down at him.
Feeling the heavy gaze, Li Bushang frowned even tighter: "Your Majesty, my humble minister—"
Just when he was hesitating, Zhu Feng interrupted him again, and said coldly: "Actually, I don't care what happened between you and her."
"..."
"I don't want to know either."
"...!"
Li Bushang was taken aback for a moment, raised his head, and stared at him with wide eyes in astonishment.
Zhu Feng said solemnly: "Because, it doesn't make sense."
"...!"
Li Bushang's heart trembled again.
Zhu Feng stared into his eyes, and said word by word: "From the day she belongs to Zhen, what happened to her in the past, who she has memories with, is meaningless."
"..."
"Although I have forgotten some things now, and I don't remember when she began to belong to me, but—"
"..."
"She now belongs to me."
His words are firm and heavy. If he speaks words that kill the heart, it is like stabbing people's hearts one by one, making people's hearts full of holes, then his words are like cutting people's hearts one by one. heart. That kind of pain is not only severe, but also carries a kind of irreversible determination, which wants to tear people's hearts completely apart, making people completely hopeless and desperate.
Under his gloomy gaze, Li Bushang slowly lowered his head.
There was no expression on his face anymore.
However, the hand hidden in the sleeve silently and slowly clenched into a fist, the veins on the back of the hand were bulging, but there was no movement at all, as if trying to restrain the impulse in his heart.
After a long time, he said in a deep voice, "Subordinate, I understand."
"As long as you know."
Zhu Feng said lightly: "You are a talent to make, don't let me down."
"..."
"Now, I have a secret decree for you."
Li Bushang's heart trembled again, and he raised his head to look at Zhu Feng.
Just a moment ago, he revealed his thoughts on the imperial concubine. He originally thought that he would definitely blame him, and even arrest him and give him a severe punishment, but he did not expect that he would give himself another Secret decree, continue to let yourself work for him.
Did he doubt himself, or did he believe in himself
What is his mind
Li Bushang's expression was bewildered, and only then did he realize that this emperor who swept thousands of troops on the battlefield and was invincible was also not inferior in controlling people's hearts.
Li Bushang gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Please order from the emperor."
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Walking to the tent on the other side, as soon as he entered, he saw Ran Xiaoyu sitting on the edge of the bed, reaching out to gently pat Xiaoping, who was sleeping soundly on the bed.
Seeing her coming in, Ran Xiaoyu got up quickly: "Your Majesty."
Nan Yan stretched out her hand and made a small movement on her lips, Ran Xiaoyu immediately understood.
Walking to the side of the bed and looking, Xinping fell on the bed, with two small arms raised by the ears, drooling in sleep, and couldn't help chuckling.
I was so excited just now, but at this moment, I fell asleep like this.
Ran Xiaoyu said softly at the side: "Actually, the princess has always been sleepy. On the road, the servants saw her rubbing her eyes several times, but seeing so many people and bumping like this, she was very excited. In the tent, I fell asleep immediately."
Nan Yan turned her head to look at her, endured the dryness of her throat, and said softly: "You have worked hard."
Upon hearing this, Ran Xiaoyu knelt down with a plop.
"My lady, please forgive me."
Nan Yan was startled, and hastily stretched out her hand to help her up. Ran Xiaoyu lowered her head and said, "This time, it was the servant who made her own decision and brought Her Royal Highness out of the palace, causing her to endure such a great fright. It fell into the hands of King Ning."
"..."
"It's not good for slaves."
"..."
"Please punish me!"
Nan Yan reached out to pull her up, but firstly, she was weak, and secondly, she knelt down and refused to get up, unable to pull her up for a long time, she could only look back at Ye Zheng who was following her, Ye Zheng understood, and hurried back to pull her up Thinking of her: "Your Majesty won't blame you."
When Ran Xiaoyu saw him, her ears turned red.
He could only pretend to ignore her, and said to Nanyan, "Your Majesty."
Nan Yan reached out, patted her shoulder lightly, and said, "I don't blame you."
Speaking of this, her throat was already very uncomfortable, and she covered her mouth and coughed a few times dryly. Hearing this sound, Ran Xiaoyu felt distressed, and hurriedly said: "Servant, go and pour tea for the empress."
After speaking, he went out.
Ye Zheng stood where he was, seeing her ignoring him, he couldn't help wondering: "Did I do something wrong again? Why are you ignoring me all of a sudden?"
While thinking, he helped Nanyan to sit in a chair beside him.
At this time, Nan Yan raised her head and looked at him.
"Ye Zheng..."
After just saying these two words, her throat was as dry as a knife, and she couldn't help covering her mouth and coughing, Ye Zheng hurriedly beat her back lightly, and said in a low voice: "What do you want to say, Madam? It’s not too late to wait until the illness recovers.”
He didn't know Nanyan's experience these days, but seeing her speechless, he thought she was sick.
However, when Nan Yan raised his head at this time, he saw a scar on Nan Yan's throat.
Immediately startled: "Niangniang, are you—injured?"
Nan Yan resisted the dryness and pain in her throat, and said, "It's not important..."
"..."
"Ye Zheng, about the matter of the emperor, tell--tell me."
Ye Zheng was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood.
In the Beiping Imperial Palace before, Nan Yan only knew that Zhu Feng was ill, and even almost killed her, but Zhu Feng was too forgetful, and she had forgotten all these things in the past, she was not particularly clear.
So he sighed: "Yes."