Nanyan's throat was slightly stuck.
Just as she was about to say something, Zhu Feng said, "Besides these, I have another reason why I must go."
Nan Yan paused: "What reason?"
Zhu Feng frowned and glanced at the document again.
Nan Yan found that his eyes were not only solemn, but also very anxious, as if something worried him.
He twisted the document with his fingers and handed it directly to Nan Yan.
After Nanyan made a confession, she took it over and looked at it. It was indeed what Zhu Feng said just now, and there were a few words to pray for good luck and congratulate Xinxi.
Others, nothing.
Nan Yan couldn't understand it, and looked at Zhu Feng in surprise: "Your Majesty, this—"
Zhu Feng leaned on the back of the chair, squeezed his high nose with one hand, and said, "This letter was not written by Ye Zheng himself."
"ah?"
Nan Yan was startled.
She first thought, could this letter be written by someone else
But he immediately overturned this idea—since it was urgent and important news, Ye Zheng would definitely use some special grammar that only his ruler and ministers knew.
Zhu Feng will definitely be able to tell the truth from the fake.
that handwriting—
Nan Yan lowered her head to look again. In fact, she had known Ye Zheng for so long, and had rarely seen Ye Zheng's letters, so she was not familiar with his handwriting. But Ye Zheng followed Zhu Feng since he was a child. Zhu Feng Definitely recognize his handwriting.
so-
Ran Xiaoyu, who was standing behind her, had been listening to the conversation between the two of them nervously, eager to hear about that person, but at this point, Zhu Feng stopped talking, and Nan Yan remained silent.
What happened
That bastard, is something wrong
She subconsciously took a step forward, but she didn't dare to speak rashly, she could only look at Nanyan eagerly.
After all, it was Sisters Linking Hearts, Nan Yan seemed to be able to sense her anxiety, and looked back at her.
But I don't know how to say it.
Ye Zheng is now a big official of one side of the border. As long as the general officials are of high rank, there will be a clerk by their side, and he is no exception. Most of the official forms to the emperor are drafted by the clerk, and then copied by himself. down.
No matter how ugly the handwriting is, it must be written by hand.
This is the court's express regulations.
And this urgent document, the news that Zhu Feng valued so much, was not written by Ye Zheng himself.
Nan Yan's breathing became tense, she said softly: "Your Majesty, Ye Zheng—"
Zhu Feng let out a deep breath, and then said: "There is only one situation in the court. Officials don't have to write memorial documents with their own handwriting, but they are seriously injured and cannot use their pens."
Hearing this sentence, Ran Xiaoyu gasped.
Zhu Feng glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.
He went on to say: "It's not like this happened before."
"..."
"At that time, I was still the King of Yan. He went out with the army. His right shoulder was chopped off, and almost his arm was taken off. But at that time, his letters to me were also written with his left hand."
"..."
This is not just a rule.
It's a kind of tacit understanding between Ye Zheng and Zhu Feng over the years, no matter how playful Ye Zheng is in front of him on weekdays, he has never broken the rules that should be established.
Nan Yan broke out in a cold sweat when she heard this.
Her voice trembled slightly, and she said: "Then, this time, Ye Zheng, he asked someone else to write this document to the emperor, that is to say—"
At this point, she could hardly go on.
Ran Xiaoyu's breathing was suffocated.
I only heard Zhu Feng slowly say: "He, I'm afraid it's not good..."
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