"Sachet."
"...!"
Nan Yan choked for a moment, but she still said immediately: "The emperor wants that...for what?"
Zhu Feng chuckled softly against her ear.
"What else can I do?"
"..."
"It's not that you don't know what I've been looking for. This is probably my only clue, the clue left to me by my mother."
"..."
"Since you have been assigned, of course I want to know the truth inside."
After saying these words, seeing that Nan Yan was still silent, he put a little force on his hands around her slender waist and shook her.
"Um?"
"...!"
Nanyan's breathing was messed up.
She bit her lower lip and remained silent for a long time before slowly turning around in his arms, facing the tall and strong man in front of her, with his hands embracing her, the warm and solid feeling seemed like I can completely rely on him, as if I don't have to worry about anything.
But Nanyan's heart was still in chaos.
She said: "The emperor wants that sachet... what are you going to do?"
"..."
Zhu Feng looked at her.
After a long time, a faint smile appeared on his face.
"Nan Yan, what's wrong with you?"
"..."
"Everyone in the world doesn't need to know, but you, why would you ask me this question?"
"..."
Hearing what he said, Nan Yan was also startled for a while.
That's right, how could Si Nanyan not know about Zhu Feng
She was just afraid to face it.
But now, Zhu Feng looked at her with burning eyes. The distance between the two of them was so close that even the slightest fluctuation in their eyes could be clearly seen. Nan Yan was afraid that he would see through the anxiety in her heart, so she could only lower her head. , with a soft "hmm".
"Concubine, go get that sachet for the emperor."
Only then did Zhu Feng loosen his hands.
The two entered Yikun Palace one after the other. Zhu Feng sat on the couch, watched Nanyan walk to her dressing table, carefully opened a delicate box, and took out another handkerchief wrapped in it. something, then turned and walked towards him.
Zhu Feng looked at her palm.
The handkerchief was spread out, and there were two sachets on it.
"This is-"
It was only when Nanyan approached that he could see clearly that there were two sachets, old and new.
The old one was naturally given to her by herself.
And the new one, obviously, was remade by herself. The handwork and tailoring, including the materials, were all he had seen before.
Zhu Feng picked up two sachets and sniffed each one.
Although the old sachet has been used for at least ten years, the fragrance is very weak, and the new sachet has a stronger fragrance, but after careful identification, you will find that the smell of the two sachets is exactly the same.
She really copied the sachet.
Zhu Feng looked up at her: "What spices are there?"
Nan Yan lowered her head, and said slowly: "There are citron, mugwort leaf, magnolia, some borneol and Chuanxiong, and—"
Speaking of this, her throat subconsciously choked.
And Zhu Feng said naturally: "And what's more, benzoin?"
"..."
As if powerless, Nan Yan sighed lightly: "Yes."
"..."
"And benzoin."
"Benzoin..."
Zhu Feng nodded lightly, propped his chin with one hand, and put the sachet in his hand just under the tip of his nose, sniffing the fragrance gently.
He said slowly: "Benzoin, you can already buy benzoin at the market in Jinling, that is to say, the settings of the Seven Guardians of Kansai are useful now."
"..."
"Caravans from the Western Regions can enter our country and facilitate the trade of these spices."
"..."
"but-"
"However, the amount is still very small."
Nan Yan stood in front of him, talking in a low voice, Zhu Feng looked up at her, feeling that she was not energetic, thinking that he was too inconsiderate last night, making her tired, so he stretched out his hand to hold her hand , let her sit beside him.
"You said, the amount is very small?"
"Yes,"
Nan Yan nodded, and said: "I was shopping in the market in Jinling for a while, and I saw a family selling this. The vendor also said that he was the only one on that street."
"..."
"Although these words are a bit exaggerated, but thinking about it, benzoin should be rare."
Nanyan originally wanted to lead the conversation to the market transactions in front of him.
And Zhu Feng listened to her words, nodded, and said: "I have already opened the country, and let people protect the passing caravans in the Kansai area. The circulation of these spices is so difficult. Then, what happened back then...?"
"...!"
Nan Yan's heart skipped a beat again.
Zhu Feng murmured, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was speaking to Nan Yan, and said: "Father, at the beginning, it was to prevent these things from the Western Regions from entering the border of the Yan Dynasty."
"..."
"With his attitude, there are naturally fewer spices that can be circulated in the market."
"..."
"As for the queen mother, she has always followed her father's head, not to mention such a thing, she would definitely not get some spices to make a sachet and carry it with her. It's not just to touch the father's scum ?"
"..."
At this moment, Nanyan had nothing to say.
That's what she was worried about before, but as soon as Zhu Feng knew the origin of benzoin, he immediately figured it out.
He murmured: "So, where did the queen mother get this spice?"
"..."
"Or, where did this sachet come from?"
"..."
Nan Yan looked at him and didn't speak.
Although at this time, her lips were already trembling badly, and there was a sentence that was almost about to come out—
"Your Majesty, go to Yumen Pass to check, don't you know?"
However, her throat seemed to be blocked by something, those words kept going back and forth in her mind, and she was still lingering in her heart, but she couldn't say a word.
And just when she was choking up, Zhu Feng murmured—
"Maybe, go to Yumen Pass..."
"...!"
Nan Yan's heart sank severely.
"emperor!"
Zhu Feng turned his head to look at her, but there was a gentle smile on his face, he stretched out his hand to gently caress her cold cheek, and said: "Okay, I also know that you are tired, you should take a good rest right."
"..."
"This time I came here, I will make you work for a long time."
While speaking, he stretched out his hand and pressed her to the couch, then pulled up the blanket next to her and covered her body.
Although Nan Yan lay down, she looked at him with wide eyes.
Until Zhu Feng propped his hands on her sides, leaned down, and kissed her gently on the forehead.
The warm breath and the familiar smell on his body made her feel drunk.
Subconsciously, he closed his eyes.
Zhu Feng's lips were still attached to her eyelids, and then he whispered: "Go to sleep."
(end of this chapter)