"They are all Taoist priests, do they have anything to do with Heyi?"
"..."
Hearing these words, Xu Miaoyin's footsteps froze slightly, but immediately, she continued to walk forward. Nan Yan felt that her breath was also a little disordered at that moment.
After walking for a while, Xu Miaoyin said: "We don't know the origin of the crane clothes."
"..."
"From the very beginning, he came to the palace to ask to see the prince, and then the two hit it off right away. There are many things that only he and the prince at that time knew."
"..."
"Now, the emperor has forgotten all his past. I am afraid that there are some things that only he knows."
Having said that, she paused again, raised her head and took a deep breath, then said: "However, no matter what, I still believe in him."
"Why?"
"Because, I trust the emperor."
"..."
Nan Yan thought for a while, and nodded slightly.
"yes."
She understood what the queen meant, it was Zhu Feng who chose to let He Yi stay by his side to assist him, and planned and participated in the subsequent Jingnan battle, including now, He Yi was the Zuo Cheng of Zhongshu Province, and he had great power.
Zhu Feng trusted him.
To believe in him is to believe in Zhu Feng's vision.
However, trust is trust. Once some things have signs in their hearts, it is like a little red fire appearing on the charcoal. When the wind blows, it will be full of fire. Nan Yan can't help but think that Zhu Feng back then was just Yan When he was a king, although he was powerful, he didn't seem to be eager to seize power. Therefore, it was not until the third year after Emperor Gao Bintian that he launched the Jingnan Campaign.
Among them, the crane clothes really played a big role.
If Heyi really has anything to do with the old uncle Guo, could it be said that the hand who encouraged Zhu Feng to promote the battle of Jingnan behind the scenes was the old uncle Guo who practiced in the deep mountains
In this way, he was helpful to Zhu Feng.
Then I don't seem to have to worry about it.
Thinking of this, Nan Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and at this moment, they came to the place where they were going to diverge, Xu Miaoyin looked at her Yishou Hall in front of her, then looked back at Nan Yan, and said: " Bengong hasn't told you all this time, thank you for your hard work these days."
"..."
These words warmed Nan Yan's heart.
After they met, because they had been busy with the war, the queen and her only had some simple communications and conversations, and there was no time to say a lot of things, but with just one sentence, it seemed that everything had been said.
Nan Yan lowered her head and said softly: "I don't dare. As the lord of the six palaces, the empress has taken on many invisible responsibilities, and the empress has really worked hard."
Xu Miaoyin smiled at her.
"Okay, let's stop flattering each other."
Nan Yan also smiled: "Yes."
Xu Miaoyin said: "I hope this matter is over, whether it is the front court or the harem, it can be quiet for a while, and we can also rest."
"yes."
"Okay, it's getting late, you should go back early."
"yes."
Nan Yan bowed to her and saluted, and only after Xu Miaoyin entered Yishou Hall did she turn around and return to Furong Residence.
Ran Xiaoyu took Xiaoxin Ping and Ming Xin, and naturally worried for the whole day. Seeing her back, everyone was overjoyed, and Xin Ping was even more stuck to her body, unable to be pulled off.
Nan Yan is naturally eager for such closeness to her daughter.
And hearing that Nanyan hadn't eaten much all day, Ran Xiaoyu immediately asked the kitchen staff to bring a table of delicacies, and everyone accompanied her to eat.
However, although it could be seen that Nan Yan was really hungry, she kept looking outside absent-mindedly while eating.
Finally, dinner is over.
Nan Yan rinsed her mouth and looked outside again.
Ran Xiaoyu finally found something: "My lady, what are you waiting for?"
"No, no."
Nan Yan hurriedly shook her head.
"real?"
Although it was just a casual question, Nan Yan's face turned red unconsciously.
Because when he left the lobby before, Zhu Feng specifically reminded her not to run around, obviously implying to her that he would come back after talking to those few people.
But how dare you say this.
But Ran Xiaoyu, seeing her flushed cheeks, gradually understood.
Can't help but smile.
Then he said: "Since the empress is so tired today, the servant girl will take Her Royal Highness down to rest first?"
Nan Yan was also eager: "Go, let's go."
Walking to the door, Ran Xiaoyu turned her head again, and said with a half-smile: "Your Majesty is tired these days, please let the Emperor take it easy."
"you-"
Seen through by her all at once, Nan Yan was anxious and ashamed, and what was even more angry was that Ran Xiaoyu's heart had not learned well, so she followed her and said to Nan Yan, "Father, mother concubine...be a bit more oily."
Nan Yan was so angry that she wanted to go over and pinch her, but Ran Xiaoyu ran away with her heart in her arms, laughing and joking.
Standing at the door, listening to the distant laughter, Nanyan was both angry and funny.
After a while, he returned to the room.
Although it was still very cold outside, in order to prevent Zhu Feng from being shut outside when he came, she only opened the door ajar, while she was wearing a long casual skirt and a coat, leaning against the couch Come on, wait for him.
He should be coming soon, right
Although it is considered a major event for old uncle Guo to send someone, it should not be necessary to talk all night.
While thinking about it, Nan Yan took a book and flipped through it casually.
Time passed bit by bit, and the wax oil in the candlestick in the corner of the wall was gradually burnt out, and the firelight shone on Nan Yan's thin face, and the tiredness hit her, making her eyelids more and more heavy.
The book in his hand slipped to the side.
She leaned on the couch and gradually fell asleep.
In my sleep, I felt like I was in a place full of yellow sand again. The wind howled, and the fine dust was blowing on my face, making people feel like I couldn't breathe.
Moreover, the wind gradually took away the body temperature.
Her hands and feet were cold, and her whole body gradually became stiff, and she couldn't even move. This feeling was more uncomfortable than suffocation.
Nanyan wanted to struggle subconsciously, but she couldn't.
Painful murmurs poured out from the corners of his lips.
"ah-"
At this moment, a warm feeling suddenly came from her chaotic perception, making her heart tremble suddenly.
Immediately, that warmth gradually spread all over her body, as if it surrounded her all at once, and she seemed to fall into a warm embrace. The familiar temperature and familiar breath made her very comfortable.
She murmured subconsciously: "The emperor..."
At this time, a burst of warm breath sprayed on his neck, followed by a thin tingling feeling, as if—
It seems that someone is kissing himself.
Nan Yan opened her eyes in a half-dream and half-awake state, and saw a familiar face in front of her.