Zhu Feng gave her a cold look, from head to toe.
Then he said, "What are you wearing?!"
"..."
Nan Yan was taken aback by what he said, looking at his gloomy eyes, she almost thought that her clothes were disheveled, but she looked down, and even the corners of her clothes were tame.
She said, "What's wrong?"
She was so angry, but she didn't know anything, not even why she was angry, which made Zhu Feng's anger even bigger.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Where are the clothes I gave you? Are they all moldy?!"
"ah?"
Nan Yan was stunned for a moment before she seemed to come back to her senses. Was he blaming himself for not wearing the clothes he gave him
But-
Mentioning this, Nan Yan was also a little annoyed. The clothes sent by the queen were all dignified and elegant. Although the color was a bit darker, they were in line with her status as a noble concubine. Especially on such a formal occasion, she would not surpass the queen. The limelight will not be lost to the concubines.
From those few clothes, it can be seen that the queen is proper and generous.
But the ones that Zhu Feng sent were either red and green, or very popular.
So, I was faced with two choices, either to dress up as a village girl and lose face in front of everyone, or to go beyond the queen's order and get the truth.
In this case, of course she made a third choice—
Do not wear the clothes he gives you.
Unexpectedly, he came to question the crime.
Nan Yan said: "The Empress gave this to my concubine."
Zhu Feng's face turned blue: "Is what the queen gave better than what I gave?!"
"..."
"You wear what she gave you, and you don't wear what I give you?"
"The empress cared for my concubine so much that she gave me these clothes. If I don't wear them, wouldn't it be a disappointment to the empress's intentions for my concubine?"
"so-"
Zhu Feng clenched one hand into a fist and pounded heavily on the table: "You've let me down, haven't you?!"
His fist was big and powerful, with this blow, the table almost fell apart, and the cups on the table bounced, the sound scared Eunuch Yu and Ran Xiaoyu to their knees with a plop.
"The emperor calm down!"
"The emperor calm down!"
Nan Yan was also anxious, and raised her head to stare at him: "Can you wear the clothes chosen by the emperor?!"
"What?"
Zhu Feng was stunned for a moment, and looked at her with wide eyes.
Immediately, he turned his head to look at Eunuch Yu who was kneeling behind Nanyan, his fat body shrunk into a ball, trembling: "You, didn't you say that she likes it and can't put it down?"
"This this-"
Eunuch Yu was just flattering him casually to make him happy, but he didn't expect that one sentence would lead to this disaster.
I have experienced so many storms in the palace, but I didn't expect that I fell on a few clothes.
The boat capsized in the gutter.
"Slave, slave—"
"How dare you lie to me?!"
Zhu Feng gritted his teeth, and his anger went straight to the top of his head, but he couldn't face Nanyan, and other people naturally became the targets of his anger.
Eunuch Yu was so frightened that he kowtowed again and again: "Damn my slave! Damn my slave!"
Nan Yan also looked back at Eunuch Yu, and immediately knew what was going on.
However, the matter of what clothes to wear is originally a trivial matter, how could it make him so angry, especially seeing that Eunuch Yu is so old and frightened by him like this, Nan Yan can only say: "Why bother, Your Majesty?" Blame Eunuch Yu?"
Zhu Feng became even more angry.
Staring at her: "So, who should I blame?!"
"..."
Nan Yan bit her lower lip, turned her head to Eunuch Yu and Ran Xiaoyu and said, "You all step back first."
The two of them were still a little apprehensive, afraid that Zhu Feng would vent their anger on them, but after the imperial concubine finished speaking, the emperor did not stop him, so the two hurriedly bowed their heads in salute, and then carefully exited the Yikun Palace.
He also closed the door by the way.
As soon as the door was closed, the light dimmed, and Zhu Feng's face became a little more livid than before.
He stared at Nan Yan coldly, his eyes seemed to say: What do you think
Nanyan stood alone in the spacious Yikun Palace, her slender body looked extraordinarily weak, facing Zhu Feng's anger, she seemed even more vulnerable.
She coughed lightly, and said: "The clothes given by the emperor, I think I can't wear them—I can't wear them out."
Zhu Feng's face became even uglier: "What?"
"Concubine—I don't want to wear it for others to see."
"..."
After saying this, the entire Yikun Palace fell silent.
Not only did no one speak, even the sound of breathing could not be heard.
Nan Yan raised her head cautiously, and saw Zhu Feng's eyes wide open, looking at her as if she was stupid. The original anger in those eyes disappeared at this moment, replaced by a constant flickering light.
He looked at her: "Huh?"
Nan Yan bit her lower lip, and said softly: "Those clothes, the emperor went to the Shangyi Supervisor to fetch them for his concubine in advance, it is the emperor's wish."
"..."
"It's good for the concubine alone to know the emperor's wishes."
"..."
"I don't want anyone else to know."
Zhu Feng took a deep breath and let out a long breath, but even so, he still felt his chest swell, and his heart was beating so hard that it seemed as if it was going to burst out of his chest.
He coughed lightly to hide his trembling voice.
"Yes, is it?"
Nan Yan looked up at him: "Does the emperor want my concubine to wear it for others to see?"
"..."
"I'm a little embarrassed. After all, this tour is different from usual, so many people followed..."
As soon as this was mentioned, Zhu Feng's face darkened again.
By the way, how could I forget this.
Li is not hurt, he is still following!
The clothes I chose for her are naturally the best in Shangyi Prison, just wear them for yourself, but of course you don’t need to wear them for others, especially Li Bushang!
Nan Yan still looked at him, and said cautiously: "If the emperor is not happy, then the concubine will be replaced tomorrow—"
"No need!"
Zhu Feng interrupted her immediately: "No wearing it!"
Nan Yan lowered her head, a sly smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
But immediately said respectfully: "Yes."
Only then did Zhu Feng get up and walk over, seeing her standing there with lowered eyebrows, couldn't help sighing, reached out and took her hand, pulled her to sit down in front of the couch, and held her in his arms.
Nan Yan also leaned obediently in his arms.
After a while, I heard his deep and magnetic voice coming from above his head: "Zhen, did you scare me?"
"No."
Nan Yan gently shook her head: "I know that the emperor will not hurt me, and I have done nothing wrong. The emperor will not take my concubine's anger for no reason."
"Um."
"However," she said again: "The emperor frightened Eunuch Yu, he is so old, he can't bear to be frightened a few times."
"he?"
The corner of Zhu Feng's mouth curved into a smile, and he said, "He is very slick, I don't think he will be scared."
"..."
"just like you."
"...!"