At this moment, Qin Ruolan followed the people around and walked to the side of the convoy. Turning her head, seeing this scene, her face turned pale.
Especially, when she saw Si Nanyan was asleep, one hand was still around Zhu Feng's neck.
that intimacy...
Even during this period of time, when she relived her old dreams and her relationship with Zhu Feng warmed up, she never got so close, because Zhu Feng was always a little wary of those around her, including herself.
However, for Si Nanyan, he—
Zhu Feng didn't see her, but directly carried Nan Yan into her carriage. He wanted to put her down and return to his golden carriage, but when he raised his head, he found his neck sank.
It turned out that her hands were still around her neck.
With this tugging, she immediately felt a little uneasy in her dream, frowning slightly, and said softly: "No..."
Her voice has not fully recovered, and she always has a slight hoarseness when she speaks.
At this time, people are not sober, and the words are even more soft.
Surrounding people's hearts, there are some itches.
Zhu Feng was silent for a while, and then told Ye Zheng who had already walked to the side of the carriage: "That's it, let's go."
"..."
Seeing this scene, Ye Zheng seemed to be holding back his laughter, he hastily responded, and then lowered the curtain.
Turning her head again, she saw Qin Ruolan standing beside her. Although she didn't know why the two court ladies who followed her had disappeared, since no one said anything, it must be that something happened, and she stood alone. Beside the carriage, there was no one to help her into the carriage.
Ye Zheng walked over and said softly: "Miss Qin, get on the carriage first, we are about to set off."
"..."
Qin Ruolan was silent for a while, and her silver teeth were clenched.
She said: "Why, the emperor rides with her?"
"Well?"
Ye Zheng froze for a moment, then looked back.
She immediately understood what she was thinking about. When she left Beiping, she wanted to get on the emperor's golden car, but was stopped.
Ye Zheng coughed lightly, and said with some embarrassment: "Mrs. Qin should understand that concubines can't get on His Majesty's golden carriage, but His Majesty can go to any concubine's carriage."
"..."
Qin Ruolan's face turned even paler.
Seeing her like this, Ye Zheng knew that it would take some time for her to figure it out. After all, Zhu Feng didn't trust anyone, but he trusted Si Nanyan who appeared "inexplicably". He can trust her and get close to her without anyone's explanation and endorsement.
It can only be said that some things, even amnesia, are deeply rooted in the bone marrow.
Ye Zheng could only say embarrassingly: "I'm going to lead the way. Mrs. Qin, hurry up and get in the car."
After speaking, he turned and left.
Qin Ruolan looked at the carriage again, the curtain had been lowered, and it was quiet inside, without any sound.
Thinking of Zhu Feng holding Si Nanyan like that, her heart felt like it was on fire.
Gritting his teeth, he boarded his carriage.
But this time, she was the only one left in the carriage, not even a court lady to comfort her. She bit her lower lip tightly and endured all this.
With an order from the front, their team left this place and began to drive forward.
Nan Yan has been sleeping in Zhu Feng's arms.
Although they slept deeply, they were not slow because they wanted to leave Changqing as soon as possible. Even though they were sitting in the carriage, the feeling of bumping and shaking was transmitted to the dream.
Gradually, her dreams also became unstable.
In the dream, she felt an arm hug her tightly.
Although her vision was blurred and she couldn't see anything clearly, she immediately recognized that familiar aura as Zhu Feng.
It seems that when he was on the boat, he hugged himself and did not let go.
For some reason, the feeling of that moment kept haunting her mind.
She is most familiar with Zhu Feng's overbearing.
When being hugged by him, there is always a suffocating sense of tightness, as long as he does not let go, no one can break free from his arms.
So Nanyan has gotten used to it.
But at that moment, it gave her a strange feeling.
It seemed that it wasn't that he wanted to hug himself tightly, but that he was afraid to let go of himself.
Although this cognition is very strange, it has always resident in her heart.
Even in the dream, when the sky was full of yellow sand and she couldn't see clearly, it was almost suffocating, but she still felt Zhu Feng's arms hug her tightly.
Moreover, she could still hear his low panting and muttering.
"I won't let go, I won't let go..."
…
The helplessness and despair in this sentence made her heart ache.
It seemed that Zhu Feng was really afraid of losing her.
But, why do you have such an idea
Her heart was getting heavier and heavier, like an invisible big stone was pressed down, Nan Yan gradually felt suffocated, struggled to break free from the dream, and opened her eyes.
At a glance, Zhu Feng was hugging him.
They were in the carriage, and she was in his arms.
"Emperor..."
As soon as Nan Yan opened her mouth, Zhu Feng immediately woke up and looked down at her: "You're awake."
"..."
Nan Yan breathed a sigh of relief seeing her radiant and steady, even in danger.
In the dream just now, his despair and helplessness—
It really was a dream.
"What's wrong with you? What are you thinking?"
Sensing that she was a little distracted, Zhu Feng asked again, and Nan Yan then withdrew her mind and looked up at him.
Gently shook his head.
"No."
"..."
Zhu Feng frowned slightly.
She thought she could hide it from herself, but seeing her expression when she just woke up from the dream, she was clearly in a daze, especially when she saw herself, she seemed to have fallen into a dream again.
However, he didn't ask.
He no longer intends to learn everything about this woman by asking.
Hear it, see it, feel it.
Only in this way can he find out what she means to him.
So Zhu Feng said: "You haven't told me what your name is."
"..."
Nan Yan was slightly taken aback.
The truth is, the two of them met in the fishing village, they went through so much, they went through life and death several times, and Zhu Feng didn't even know her name.
Nan Yan thought for a while, and took his hand over.
Write one stroke at a time with his fingertips in his palm—
"Si-nan-yan."
Zhu Feng murmured.
For some reason, when he uttered this name, a picture suddenly appeared in his mind, which was blank due to forgetting the past.
On the vast wasteland, a column of green smoke slowly rises.
guide the direction of people.
"Si Nanyan."
He repeated his name again, and then said: "You are my woman."
Nan Yan was taken aback for a moment, not knowing why he would say that.
What did he remember? Or had someone told him something
When she was wondering, Zhu Feng said again: "Even if it's not, it will be in the future."