Feng Qianyan was still in shock, the umbrella was blown off by the wind and floated to the middle of the lake, and she grabbed Zhu Feng's skirt with one hand.
"The emperor..."
In the rain, her eyes were shining, and her flowery lips were moistened by the rain, exuding a seductive atmosphere.
Zhu Feng looked at her, with one hand still around her waist, feeling her slender waist twisting inadvertently in his hands; because the whole body was drenched by the rain, there was a faint fragrance of powder, The body temperature evaporated, and soon, it dyed him all over.
Another burst of lightning and thunder.
The sound of rolling thunder reverberated across the broad lake. Feng Qianyan was startled, and let out a low cry. Both hands grasped Zhu Feng's skirt, and pressed him tightly in his arms.
"emperor!"
Zhu Feng looked down at her, motionless, and the hand on her waist did not move.
After the thunder had passed, everything around them calmed down again, only the wind and rain kept attacking them. Feng Qianyan's whole body was already drenched, and even her hair was a little messy. A few strands of black hair stuck to her cheeks in a meandering shape. .
She looked up at Zhu Feng, and said timidly, "Your Majesty, forgive me. Concubine—"
Before she finished speaking, she felt that Zhu Feng's hand around her waist was loosened.
Feng Qianyan's gaze darkened slightly.
She was drenched in the rain, but she didn't feel cold. On the contrary, when Zhu Feng's hand wrapped around her waist, and when she pressed against his chest, she even felt a burst of frenzy in her body, surging up .
But at this moment, her heart became cold again.
Still—won't it
Even though he was already so angry with Si Nanyan, he still didn't want to pamper himself
Seeing Zhu Feng turning away with a cold face, expressionless, as if she was about to leave, her slender hands were clenched into fists slowly in the sleeves.
And at this moment, Zhu Feng's deep voice came—
"Not yet leading the way?"
"...!"
Feng Qianyan raised her head suddenly, as if she couldn't believe her ears, she stared at his back with wide eyes.
what did he say
lead the way
Zhu Feng's broad back was as fierce as a mountain in the wind and rain, but at this moment, it was as cold as a rock, but his words made Feng Qianyan go crazy.
"Last time, didn't you want to pack my clothes for me?"
"..."
"Today, my clothes are wet again."
"..."
"You know what to do."
At this moment, Feng Qianyan seemed to have risen from the abyss to the sky. Although the heavy rain was still pouring down, she seemed to be standing on the clouds, and she was a little light and didn't know why.
Zhu Feng means—
She was trembling, and stammered: "Your Majesty, do you want to go, go to Jianfu Palace? Yes! Yes! This concubine will immediately lead the way for the Emperor."
After she finished speaking, she hurried forward, but she stepped into the puddle and was splashed with muddy water.
This was considered a disgrace in front of the imperial court. Feng Qianyan hurriedly turned her head in fright, but seeing Zhu Feng's indifferent face, as if she didn't see it, she was relieved immediately, and hurried forward again.
Looking at her back, Zhu Feng didn't move immediately.
Instead, he turned his head slowly and glanced at the opposite side of the lake. The faint outline of the Jiaotai Palace was reflected in his eyes, as if it was still burning with flames, which made him feel a little stinging.
And in the flames, the figure of that person appeared, which made him sting even more.
He sneered, he didn't know if he was laughing at himself, or at the insistence that he still couldn't let go of at this moment.
Then he turned and walked away.
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It rained all night.
The downpour washed over every corner, as if it was about to overturn the entire imperial city.
When it finally dawned and the dawn appeared in the sky, everyone felt a sense of survival after the catastrophe.
Especially, someone who spent a sleepless night in the cold palace.
Ran Xiaoyu stayed by the bed and didn't close her eyes for almost the whole night, which made her dry eyes and blinked repeatedly, as painful as a knife scrape, but she still stared intently at Nanyan's pale face on the bed.
Sunlight streamed in through the broken window and hit her face.
The whole face was pale with blood loss.
Of course it was blood loss—yesterday, she saw so much blood pouring out of her body with her own eyes. Although it was not the first time she faced such a bloody scene, this person was Nan Yan, which made her terrified.
How could such a petite and weak woman bleed so much blood.
Without this blood, will she just stay cold until—
This fearful thought entwined in her heart like a poisonous snake, so she stayed by the bed all night, holding Nan Yan's cold hand.
In this empty, silent room, even Nan Yan's breathing could not be heard, and she could only judge that she was still alive by the faint temperature in her palm that was almost imperceptible.
while others—
After Zhu Feng left, when the imperial physician stopped Nanyan's bleeding, they all left one after another.
If it was normal, even if Nanyan was thrown into the cold palace, everyone still cared about the emperor in their hearts, worried that someone would stay and take care of her with a dragon seed in her belly, but now, she had a miscarriage, and Zhu Feng left the cold palace angrily I believe that many people have seen the appearance, and today, it has spread throughout the entire palace.
Everyone knows it, and Ran Xiaoyu also understands this—
The imperial concubine, Si Nanyan, has fallen out of favor.
This is the past, Ran Xiaoyu never dared to imagine.
She still remembers very clearly that every time Zhu Feng came to Nanyan's side, his gentle appearance seemed like a tiger sniffing the rose; he tolerated everything about Nanyan, whether it was good or bad, even , gave her all his doting, three thousand doting in one body, this is not just an ancient poem for the two of them.
But-
Why did it become like this
Just because, lost that child
Nan Yan may have been impulsive in this matter, but she did it because she could not ignore Jian Ruocheng's life and death. Even if time goes back and everything can be restarted, she believes that Nan Yan will also choose to be at the most critical moment. Go and save Jian Ruocheng.
But Zhu Feng could not forgive.
Could it be that their road has really come to an end
At this moment, Nan Yan on the bed let out a low moan: "Ah—"
She had been in a coma all night and couldn't even hear her breathing. When she heard her voice suddenly, Ran Xiaoyu was surprised and delighted, and hurriedly leaned down: "Your Majesty!"
"..."
Nan Yan frowned and struggled for a while before opening her chaotic eyes.
She looked at Ran Xiaoyu with a confused expression.
Seeing her haggard appearance, Ran Xiaoyu's heart was twisted like a knife, the corners of her eyes were red, and she said softly: "Your Majesty, how are you?"
"..."
Nan Yan didn't speak, as if half of her mind was still in the chaotic dream.
After staring blankly at Ran Xiaoyu for a while, she opened her mouth and said in a weak voice, "Where's your majesty?"