However, this road is not so easy to walk.
Zhu Feng was tall and couldn't stand steadily. His whole body was like a mountain pressing on her body. Nan Yan was almost crushed to the ground by him several times.
She could only grit her teeth, support him hard, and walked to his room.
After finally getting to the bed, she freed a hand and wanted to gently support him to lie down, but this time she really had no strength left, Zhu Feng fell down and threw her on the ground. bed.
"ah!"
Nan Yan fell on her back, with the back of her head on the bed. Although the mattress was thick and soft, Zhu Feng immediately pressed on her. His tall body was like a jade mountain toppled over, and Nan Yan screamed from being crushed.
Good weight!
It made her breathless.
She desperately stretched out her hand to push him away, trying to gain some chance to catch her breath, but she felt that Zhu Feng buried his head in her neck, and his hot breath, smelling of alcohol, was blowing against her ears. illusion.
Her face was hot, even the tips of her ears were hot.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, please let go..."
"..."
"The emperor..."
"..."
"Slave, I'm going to be crushed to death by you!"
At this time, she was totally ignorant of waking Zhu Feng up, and pushed him hard with her hand, but felt that his strong and strong chest was like a rock, and it was still a little hot, and that feeling made her hands go soft.
At this moment, a low, alcoholic voice whispered in her ear: "Nanyan..."
"...!"
Nan Yan suddenly opened his eyes wide.
The room was lit, and she could see the curtains embroidered with flowers and golden phoenixes above her head, and she could see the criss-crossing beams and columns on the roof.
But he couldn't see the face that was so close at hand.
She only heard his magnetic voice whisper in her ear again: "Nanyan..."
He, calling himself
After drinking, Zhu Feng called his name...
At this moment, she only felt that her heartbeat was disordered for a while, and it was about to jump out of her chest like a drum, and there was a surge of turbulent, unexplainable emotions rushing up eagerly.
She raised her eyes and looked up, her vision was a little blurred, and even a little trembling.
"The emperor...?"
But at this moment, the person on the body gritted his teeth again, as if he was gnashing his teeth with hatred, and said: "Damn slave!"
"..."
Nan Yan felt as if her chest had been pricked by a needle.
Gritting her teeth, she violently lifted his heavy body away, and got out of bed even rolling and crawling. Her body was still a little soft, and her ears were even hot from his breath, but at this moment, she only felt her hands and feet were cold.
The person behind him fell asleep, his heavy and long breathing still smelled of alcohol, but Nan Yan didn't pay any attention to him, but walked out without looking back.
As soon as the door was closed, the dark night outside immediately came into view.
Nan Yan's eyes were still a little hot, which made her unable to see clearly, but the lantern under the eaves was blown by the night wind, shaking slightly, and for some reason, it seemed to shake the surrounding scenery.
Some dark shadows flickered in front of my eyes.
Nan Yan hastily wiped her eyes with her hand, and then saw the soldiers patrolling around.
This time when entering Yongzhou, Ye Zheng, Jian Ruocheng, and even Cui Yuanmei were not around, Zhu Feng didn't even say anything, and got drunk with Prince Jing. Although this is Prince Jing's mansion, it is naturally heavily guarded, but—
She thought for a while, then walked to the armchair on the corridor outside the door, and sat down slowly.