Seeing her crying, Zhu Feng's originally heavy breath was suddenly suffocated.
On that pale, haggard face that was a little out of shape, a drop of tear slid down, leaving a long tear trail, but it seemed to make her look even thinner and weaker.
And Nanyan's face didn't have any expression anymore, she only shed that drop of tears, she looked up at him, and said in a hoarse voice: "Then, what do you want slaves for, Your Majesty?"
"..."
Zhu Feng suddenly felt that he was stopped by her question.
He was angry for a long time, and then he was angry like that again, but when she asked him, he realized that he really didn't know what he wanted from her.
But-
I am the emperor, how can I be questioned by a slave
With a sullen face, he said coldly: "Lie down for me, don't move any more!"
Nan Yan bit her lower lip, and really slowly bent over and lay down, but, unlike the position she just lay down on, she leaned against that corner and curled up her body as best she could.
Moreover, his back was facing Zhu Feng.
Zhu Feng felt that flames were ignited in the carriage all of a sudden, making his eyes a little red. He almost wanted to lift her hand regardless and throw her off the carriage, but just as he was about to When he started, he saw her back.
Nanyan was very thin, and her clothes were thin, so she lay on her side, and the butterfly bones on her back stood out high.
At this time, it was still twitching slightly.
Zhu Feng's breath suddenly became heavy again.
However, he didn't say anything or do anything. He just sat down heavily on the other side of the car after being silent for a long time. He felt that his sleeves were wet and uncomfortable. When he reached out his hand to touch it, he found that the piece was soaked in cold water just now. The handkerchief has already wetted his inner sleeves.
He angrily crumpled the thing into a ball and threw it aside.
Ye Zheng, who was walking outside and following along on horseback, could not help but sigh again when he heard a sound in the golden carriage.
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After walking for a long time, they stopped, and an attendant brought a food box.
When I opened it, there were some delicate side dishes inside.
The weather was too hot, and no matter how good his appetite was, Zhu Feng was in no mood to eat greasy meals, so the accompanying imperial chef tried to make some exquisite snacks.
As soon as the box is opened, the tempting fragrance wafts out and fills the compartment.
Zhu Feng had no appetite, so he just looked down, and was about to close the lid in a dull manner, when he heard a "grunt" sound from the corner on the other side of the carriage.
Although the sound is very small, but because it is a closed compartment, the sound is very obvious.
He turned his head and looked at the figure lying on his side with his back facing him.
Nanyan really hoped that Gao Yurong's people really strangled her to death that day.
Why this time? Why this time
Moreover, let Zhu Feng hear it.
But what she didn't know was that she had been in a coma for a whole day due to heat stroke, and she didn't eat anything except Ye Zheng gave her a little water to drink, otherwise she wouldn't be so weak that she couldn't even walk.
At first, Zhu Feng still had some lingering anger in his heart, but when he heard that voice, for some reason, he suddenly felt—
He said coldly: "Get up!"
"..."
Nan Yan frowned, bit her lower lip vigorously, forced the red tide on her face to fade, and then slowly sat up while supporting her limp hands.
Turning around, she lowered her head and came slowly, and saw all kinds of delicate dishes in the food box, and—
A pair of bowls and chopsticks.
It turned out that he asked himself to come and serve him meals.