Zhu Feng also took a look.
But she frowned, and murmured: "She, it seems—knows no needle and thread."
"What?"
"I don't remember clearly, but I just have a vague feeling that she doesn't seem to know how to do needlework."
"..."
Nan Yan didn't speak either, but her brows slowly frowned. Seeing Zhu Feng's serious expression when he looked at the sachet in her hand made her feel a little complicated.
Who was the "she" he was talking about
Is it the real Empress Chen, or Princess Tana
He probably doesn't have a deep impression of them, and it's already very difficult to be able to perceive them after using "Taishang Wangqing" twice.
But even so, he still stubbornly searched for some clues in these old objects.
After all, everyone wants to know where they come from.
That seems to be the key to deciding where I will go in the future.
For a person like Zhu Feng, his own destiny and the destiny of the world are all in his hands. Therefore, it is difficult for him to accept that he knows nothing about the past. It is precisely because of his pursuit that Nan Yan The heart is more contradictory.
Because she knows the truth.
But after returning to Beiping, He Yi and Xu Miaoyin had warned her more than once. Before, it was only King Ning who mentioned this matter, which caused Zhu Feng's sanity to fall into chaos, and then he started killing in the palace, forcing him to They used Taishang Wangqing on him.
If you tell him again, what will be the result
Will he be cornered again
However, it doesn't matter whether he can bear the third time of being too forgetful, he alone can't bear him forgetting himself again.
Nan Yan sighed heavily.
Zhu Feng felt something and turned to look at her: "What's wrong?"
"No, nothing?"
"Why did you sigh suddenly, did you think of something?"
"No."
Nan Yan hurriedly shook her head to cover up, and then said: "Your Majesty, when you say - 'she' can't sew, do you mean that Empress Chen can't do sew?"
Zhu Feng frowned and said softly, "Yes."
"Really?"
Zhu Feng looked at her, and couldn't help laughing: "Unless I feel wrong, otherwise, why did I lie to you about this matter?"
"..."
Nan Yan tilted her head and thought for a while, and thought it was right.
Empress Xian Chen is the first empress of this dynasty. She is virtuous and dignified, and her mother respects the world. However, she does not come from a famous family, but is the same as Emperor Gao. , I should have never learned needlework.
But this sachet—
Although she already knew about Zhu Feng's life experience, these clues were actually meaningless to her, but Nan Yan still had an inexplicable feeling about this sachet.
I don't know what it is.
She thought about it, and subconsciously put the sachet under her nose to smell it.
It stands to reason that this sachet is a relic of Empress Chen. Not counting how long she has used it, it has been more than ten or twenty years now, and the smell has long been very weak, but after Nanyan took a deep breath, it faintly It smelled a very faint fragrance.
"Huh?"
Nan Yan frowned subconsciously.
Zhu Feng had already picked up other things to look at, but when he heard her voice, he immediately turned his head again: "What's wrong?"
Nan Yandao: "This fragrance—"
"This sachet still has fragrance?"
As he said that, he immediately took it from her hand, and sniffed deeply under his nose.
Immediately, Nan Yan felt that his breath around him stopped, as if his body was stiff, and immediately looked at him: "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"
"..."
Zhu Feng didn't speak.
It's just that the fingers of the hand holding the sachet are a little stiff.
this smell—
this smell—
Why did some inexplicable pictures flash in front of his eyes the moment he smelled this smell, but when he wanted to see clearly, they flashed again.
But that feeling gave him an indescribable sense of familiarity.
Zhu Feng's brows gradually turned into a pimple, and Nan Yan immediately saw that his eyes had changed from being refined to chaotic.
Nan Yan subconsciously said: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"
He didn't answer himself.
She increased her voice: "Your Majesty!"
Zhu Feng was shocked, as if he suddenly woke up from a nightmare, turned his head to look at her, Nan Yan said: "What's wrong with the emperor? What did you think of this sachet?"
"..."
Zhu Feng was speechless, but looked at the small sachet in his hand with a complicated expression, and after a long while, he murmured, "I don't know either."
Nan Yan suddenly felt a little guilty.
It wasn't that she felt guilty because she had done something wrong, but that she was very afraid that something would cause Zhu Feng bad memories again, and make the beast in him break free again.
She said softly: "Your Majesty, if there are no clues to these things, let's put them away for now. If you want to find clues, it's actually best to find some letters."
"..."
Zhu Feng was silent for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes."
But still holding the sachet and not letting go.
Nan Yan stretched out her hand and carefully took the sachet from him. Zhu Feng looked up at her. Nan Yan took the opportunity to change the topic: "Did the emperor find any relics of the queen mother's letters?"
Zhu Feng said: "These things are more difficult to find, and they are not in the imperial tomb. I am still asking people to find a way."
"oh?"
Nan Yan took the opportunity to hold his hand: "Why is the emperor sweating so much, come sit down here and drink some tea."
Her hands were soft and gentle, and she pulled Zhu Feng to sit on the other side, and then made tea for Zhu Feng herself. Zhu Feng took a sip, and the inexplicable surging thing in his heart seemed to be pressed down. few.
Nan Yan asked: "Is the Emperor better?"
He looked up at her: "well."
Nan Yan smiled softly.
The two of them sat for a while, and when the rain stopped outside, Zhu Feng was about to go back to the imperial study to continue handling his government affairs. Before leaving, he said to Nan Yan: "I will put the queen mother's things here with you first, and I will leave them here. Look at it often and think about it.”
Nan Yan nodded: "Yes, my concubine will put all these things away."
Zhu Feng left.
As soon as he left, Nan Yan returned to the table, looked at the things on the tray, was silent for a while, picked up the sachet again, put it under her nose and smelled it.
Just when Ran Xiaoyu walked in, she asked softly, "Ma'am, what's wrong with this sachet?"
"..."
Nan Yan didn't speak.
It's just that a complicated light flashed in those gentle eyes.
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On the other side, after Zhu Feng walked out of the cold palace, he walked a little further and passed the Palace of Yanxi Palace.
However, he only glanced at it and didn't go in.
Then continue to move forward.
Seeing this situation, Eunuch Yu who was following behind him secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
But the next moment, Zhu Feng said: "The imperial concubine has gone to Yanxi Palace, right?"