This night seemed to be a long night.
Some people are happy and some are sad.
As for Nan Yan, unexpectedly, she didn't have much emotion. She didn't know if it was because too many things happened today, which made her heart very tired. Soon, she fell into a deep sleep.
However, the dreamland is not peaceful either.
She walked into the silent and oppressive cabinet again and again, and as the door slowly opened, a desolate and old smell rushed towards her.
It makes people feel more in a trance, as if walking in the long river of time.
Everything around seemed to be passing by like flowing water, but Nanyan walked forward step by step, as if stepping on cotton.
Following the markings on the wooden frame, she found them one by one.
Soon, in the depths of the treasury, I found the wooden shelf marked "Guichou Year", and on the second floor of the wooden shelf, there were several books covered with thick dust.
That is the copy of the imperial decree recorded.
She reached out and picked up one of them directly.
In my heart, I already knew what was written on it, and even kept chanting silently, don't open it, don't open it, but the hands in the dream couldn't stop taking the book down, and slowly turned to the book. Page-
"ah!"
Nan Yan suddenly opened her eyes and sat up from the bed.
At this time, the room is already bright.
It was already dawn outside, and the busy voices of the little maids and eunuchs in Yikun Palace could be heard.
And she was sweating profusely, and her close-fitting clothes were wet with sweat, and they were tightly attached to her body.
"What's wrong?"
At that astonishing moment when Nan Yan was still indulging in a dream, her heart almost stopped and her breathing was suffocated, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in her ear.
Like the sound of a nightmare.
She turned her head suddenly, but saw a tall figure sitting beside the bed, looking down at her at this moment.
There was a little tenderness in his eyes.
"Having a nightmare?"
While speaking, he stretched out his hand, gently wiped off the beady cold sweat on her face, and gently stroked a strand of sweaty hair behind her ear, saying: "It's okay, I'll be fine when I wake up. "
"...Emperor, Your Majesty?"
With a hoarse voice, Nanyan said slowly: "You—"
How come here
When did Zhu Feng come, and why did he sit by his bed
He was neatly dressed, it didn't look like he just got up, but he seemed to have gone to work, or in other words, was going to do something.
Zhu Feng looked at her and said, "I just got off the morning court, and I came here to see you."
"..."
"As a result, I saw that you were still sleeping."
"..."
"Why did you sleep so late, did you feel too tired yesterday?"
"..."
Nan Yan looked at him, and at this moment her throat felt dry, and she didn't know if it was because she was talking in her sleep, or for some other reason, her throat was sore.
Just as she was about to say something, she was choked and coughed.
"Ahem, ahem, ahem..."
When Zhu Feng saw her, he hurriedly got up and went to get her a cup of tea.
At this time, Nan Yan didn't care how amazing the emperor was when he brought tea and water to the concubine, she just took it and gulped it down, only to feel that her throat that was about to smolder felt a little better.
Zhu Feng said: "What's the matter, did you have a nightmare?"
"..."
"Look at how nervous you were just now, and what you said—"
Upon hearing this, Nan Yan immediately became nervous again.
She raised her head and looked at Zhu Feng with flickering eyes: "I was just talking in my sleep?"
"Um."
"Then, what did the concubine say?"
(end of this chapter)