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?"
"The imperial concubine."
When those people saw her, they immediately knelt down.
Nan Yan said: "Is something wrong?"
One of the nuns pointed to the room with the open door with a trembling hand, and said softly, "She, she—"
"...!"
Nan Yan frowned, and immediately rushed forward in three steps at a time.
As soon as he walked to the door, he saw a figure hanging from the beam, dangling in front of his eyes.
"ah!"
Nan Yan was so frightened that she let out an exclamation, subconsciously took two steps back, stepped on the step with one foot, almost fell on her back, but fortunately, Ran Xiaoyu rushed up behind her and stretched out her hand to protect her.
"Miss, be careful!"
"Feng Shu, Feng Shu—"
Nan Yan's face suddenly turned pale, and she stared inside with her eyes wide open.
Ran Xiaoyu also raised her head, and saw Feng Shu hanged herself in the room, a rope made of rags crossed the beam, ending her life.
Nan Yan's hands and feet were weak, and she almost fell down. Fortunately, Ran Xiaoyu kept supporting her, and then turned around and said to the people around: "Hurry up and put her down!"
"Yes Yes."
Those people went in immediately, and lifted Feng Shu down with a stool.
Her body was already stiff.
Nan Yan trembled and walked in, looking at her pale face with gray eyes, her eyes were wide open, as if she was still unwilling to look at everything in the world that she yearned for, but now, no matter what appeared in front of her eyes , she doesn't even know.
Nan Yan said in a hoarse voice, "How could it be like this?"
Ran Xiaoyu immediately turned her head to those guarding people and said, "What's going on? Tell me quickly!"
Several old nuns knelt in front of them, and one of the leaders tremblingly said: "Returning to the imperial concubine, the servants also come to bring her breakfast every morning, and check to see if she is making a fuss. That's it."
Nan Yandao: "Last night, was there anyone here?"
"this-"
Several people looked at each other in blank dismay.
Nan Yan immediately understood.
With such a heavy snowfall last night, they naturally would not brave the snow to come here to take care of Fengshu, and naturally spent their days hiding in their warm rooms.
And Fengshu...
She ended her life in such a silent, cold night.
After a while, the person who collected the body came.
Zhu Feng also came.
Originally, the death of a criminal woman in the cold palace was a trivial matter for him that he didn't need to know about, but because the imperial concubine was there, someone else told Eunuch Yu, and when Eunuch Yu said it, Zhu Feng immediately left government affairs behind. up.
Seeing Nanyan's cold look in the snow, he walked over.
"What's wrong?"
Nan Yan hurriedly turned her head to look at him, her gaze was still a little dull: "Your Majesty..."
Zhu Feng turned his head and took a look.
Someone had already come for an autopsy, and after the body was confirmed, they wrapped the body in an old mattress and hurriedly carried it away.
In this place, there is not even a dead breath left, only messy footsteps on the snow.
and the desolation of the land.
The wind blew, and the snow foam blew onto their faces, and after a while, they felt a little numb. Zhu Feng stretched out his hand and took Nan Yan's hand, saying: "It's cold here, let's go back first. "
"… yes."
Nan Yan was a little stiff, and was dragged out by him.
Walking outside on the main road, Nan Yan looked back subconsciously, but not at Feng Shu's house, but at the room Qin Ruolan lived in not far behind.
The door was ajar, and inside, there seemed to be a figure shaking.
However, Zhu Feng took her out of the cold palace without even looking back.
Zhu Feng held her hand all the time, and after leaving the cold palace, he didn't go back to Yikun Palace, but went to his bedroom.
The earth dragon inside was burning very warmly. Nanyan was just in the ice and snow, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be frozen to ice. Once he walked in, he suddenly had a feeling of returning from hell to the world.
She shuddered.
Zhu Feng pushed her to sit on the couch, and Xiao Shunzi walked quickly, and immediately brought over hot tea.
Nan Yan didn't even raise her hand, she just sat there in a daze.
A pair of eyes are a little straight.
Xiao Shunzi stood by the side, looked at her like this, and said worriedly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty just went to that dirty place, won't-won't hit people?"
Hearing this, Nan Yan immediately raised her head, smiled wryly and said, "What nonsense."
Xiao Shunzi immediately lowered his head.
"Your Majesty, forgive me."
"Okay, you go out, don't come in and disturb me."
"yes."
Xiao Shunzi put the tea aside, and obediently withdrew.
Only then did Zhu Feng reach out to hold her frozen cheeks, and said, "I'm scared, but—"
Nan Yan shook her head. If she wanted to talk about dead people, she had followed Zhu Feng to the battlefield. She had never seen any kind of death. It was just a hanged person, which was nothing to her.
But she only saw Feng Shu yesterday, and she still had the answer she wanted. Today, Feng Shu hanged herself.
Just for one night.
Did she hang herself, or—
Nan Yan was a little afraid to think about it.
Feeling her trembling, Zhu Feng held her face again, and said softly, "Huh?"
Only then did Nan Yan raise her head, look at him, tried her best to hide the doubts and contradictions in her eyes, and said softly: "No, it's just that I saw her yesterday, and she died today, some concubines, some—"
Although Nan Yan wouldn't feel sorry for Feng Shu, apart from her shock and doubts, she was also somewhat sentimental.
maybe-
Rabbit dead and fox sad
Or, watching a fresh life disappear, as a human being, there will always be a tinge of compassion.
Nan Yan couldn't tell what he was thinking for a while, but felt that there were so many thoughts in his heart, and Zhu Feng didn't seem to take it seriously at all. For him, what was in front of him was the most important thing. What does it have to do with them.
So he said: "Okay, she will die when she dies, don't think about it any more."
"..."
"I happen to have something to tell you."
Nan Yan raised her head: "Is there anything the emperor wants to explain?"
Zhu Feng said: "It's almost Xinping's birthday, and the womb has always been lifeless—"
Having said that, he took a look at Nan Yan.
More importantly, she, and the relationship between them, has always been lifeless.
"I'm going to hold a banquet to cheer her up."
Upon hearing this, Nan Yan hurriedly said, "This is not acceptable."
Zhu Feng frowned: "Why?"
"How old is she? If she is so young, she will hold a banquet to celebrate her birthday. Isn't the emperor afraid of breaking her?"
Zhu Feng said with a sullen face: "My daughter is naturally blessed, why did you kill her?"
"..."
"Isn't she the princess of the Great Yan Dynasty, shouldn't she be favored?"
Nan Yan had another headache.
If there was any conflict between the two of them, it was probably about their daughter.
(end of this chapter)