But even if she couldn't say it, Zhu Feng understood what she was going to say, and his face suddenly darkened.
"You compare her to you?!"
Nan Yan was taken aback.
The meaning of this sentence is...
Before he fully recovered, Zhu Feng gritted his teeth again and said fiercely: "I still want to chop her up, why, do you want to try it too?"
"..."
Nan Yan was silent for a moment, then said softly, "I don't mean that."
"snort!"
Zhu Feng got up, walked to the table and sat down, with his back facing her.
Nan Yan hesitated for a moment, but still got up and walked slowly to his side, hesitated for a while and didn't know what to say, so she could only go to the side by herself, made a cup of hot tea, and held it carefully to his hand.
"emperor."
"snort!"
"..."
Nan Yan faced him, suddenly a little dumbfounded.
He, obviously the supreme Ninth Five-Year Lord, once commanded thousands of troops to pacify the Northern Territory for the Great Yan Dynasty, King Yan of War. In many cases, he was stricter and more sinister than anyone else.
But for some reason, in front of him, he showed such a look.
just like-
Like a naughty child.
Although this kind of comparison is wrong, Nanyan really can't find any other way to compare it to him at this moment.
This, regardless of whether he has amnesia or not, has always been the case.
And thinking of this, Nanyan's already sour heart felt an indescribable bitterness. He was like this in front of him, but did he know what kind of past he had with himself? What kind of enmity is there between them
If you know, can all this still be like this
If I really lead him to Yumen Pass...
Did all of this just disappear in smoke
Thinking of this, Nan Yan's nose felt a little sour, and she was at a loss while holding the teacup, but Zhu Feng raised his head to look at her, seeing that she was holding the teacup silently, and her pale fingertips shrank slightly.
He reached out and took her hand.
"Is it still cold?"
"..."
Nan Yan looked down at him and shook her head slightly.
Zhu Feng sighed, as if there was nothing he could do with her, he took the teacup and put it on the table, then took her hand and made her sit next to him, and said: "You... how do you want me to talk to you? Say, can you not have those messy thoughts?"
Nan Yan lowered her head and said softly: "Concubine, I don't mean anything else, I just feel a little pitiful looking at her."
"..."
"I went to Lenggong today, and I only gave Qin Ruolan some clothes to keep out the cold. I want to go again tomorrow and give Feng Shu two more."
Zhu Feng frowned and looked at her: "You—"
Nan Yan said softly: "The concubine doesn't think she is pitiful, and she wants to rescue her. What she did is what she deserves."
"..."
"It's just that the person has gone crazy, it's really pitiful, I have a heart of compassion."
Hearing what she said, Zhu Feng's expression softened a little, and he stretched out his hand to stroke the water droplets of snowflakes from the strand of hair hanging from her ear, and said, "Okay, it's up to you."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
"Do you want me to accompany you?"
"No need, Ran Xiaoyu can go with my concubine. Your Majesty, don't go to such a dirty place."
"Um."
When the two of them said this, their tone eased.
Zhu Feng stroked her hair with his hand, and slowly stroked her cheek. Nanyan suddenly felt the temperature in his palm, which was hotter than when he held her hand just now.
Her face suddenly turned red.
She lowered her eyelids subconsciously, but she could feel Zhu Feng's fiery eyes looking at her even more, and said in a deep voice, "Are you still sleeping well tonight?"
"..."
Nan Yan suddenly remembered that night, she lifted the quilt and let him sleep beside her.
His face became hot all of a sudden.
Seeing her like this, Zhu Feng naturally understood that she must have remembered what happened that night. Although several days had passed, the warm and sweet feeling seemed to be still in her heart.
Nan Yan's head was about to be buried in her arms, and she said softly, "It's much better."
"Yeah?"
Zhu Feng looked at her, stretched out his hand to pinch her chin, which hadn't been rounded these days, and said, "I came here today to see if you are 'better'."
"..."
That's what he said, but at night, Zhu Feng didn't do anything.
Nan Yan's body is not fully recovered, and these days, he is also tired, so he just slept together, holding that thin body that exudes fragrance in his arms, and did nothing.
That night, Zhu Feng slept soundly.
It's just that he didn't know that Nan Yan hardly slept a lot that night.
Even if I close my eyes, I can't help but open my eyes when I hear his even and long breathing in my ears, and look at the familiar silhouette that is close at hand with the dim light outside the window.
In the darkness, her eyes flickered.
Contradictory thoughts, like a mess, entangled in her heart, Nan Yan helplessly and silently let out a long sigh.
Finally the next morning came.
Zhu Feng slept well, and it was rare to get a good night's sleep after being busy these days.
When he opened his eyes, he heard the sound of snow falling outside, and the morning light was slightly dew, but reflected in the white snow, the outside was still a brilliance.
As soon as he lowered his head, he saw Nan Yan in his arms.
The little girl was leaning in his arms, her cheeks pressed against his chest, and her eyelashes fluttered gently as she breathed.
Zhu Feng couldn't help but lowered his head and pecked her forehead.
Originally, Nan Yan couldn't bear it when it was almost dawn, so she closed her eyes and took a nap. At this moment, she immediately opened her eyes and looked at him blankly: "Your Majesty..."
"woke up."
"..."
Zhu Feng smiled: "It's snowing outside."
"ah… "
Nan Yan slowly got up from his arms and looked towards the window.
Aunt Tongyun and the others heard the noise, so they came in to help them both wash up, because there was still a court meeting today, Zhu Feng got dressed and was leaving without even eating.
He walked to the door, looked back at Nanyan, who was still a little red in the corner of his eyes, and said, "It's snowing heavily outside, if it's too cold, we'll go tomorrow."
Nan Yan said softly, "I'm not afraid."
"Let Ran Xiaoyu stay with you well."
"yes."
Zhu Feng just left.
Ran Xiaoyu was combing Nan Yan's hair, seeing him go, she whispered: "Your Majesty told the Emperor about Feng Shu?"
"Well. Of course, the people in the cold palace have to report it, so it's better to tell him directly."
"Too."
After a while, the hair was combed, and Ran Xiaoyu prepared a few jackets for Fengshu in advance, and the two of them, holding oil-paper umbrellas, left the Yikun Palace and walked towards the Leng Palace.
Along the road yesterday, after a while, I saw the dilapidated house.
However, today, the atmosphere is a little different.
As soon as Nan Yan approached, she saw a few nuns guarding the place standing at the door, with terrified expressions on their faces, Nan Yan asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
(end of this chapter)