Zhu Feng got hit by an arrow
When Nan Yan heard this, she panicked and raised her head subconsciously, but Zhu Feng's angry voice sounded above her head again: "Back back!"
His voice was not loud, but because he was tightly against his chest, this low growl was like a thunderclap.
Nanyan could only lower her head obediently.
Not only buried her head, but also retracted her hands and feet into the blanket. She was like a stuffed bun, being hugged tightly by Zhu Feng.
The people around were still a little flustered and couldn't see clearly, but Ye Zheng could see clearly, he hurried to Zhu Feng's side, and just about to say something, Zhu Feng raised his head and said to the surrounding soldiers: " You all go back to your camp, I will make arrangements later. Ye Zheng, wait outside the tent immediately!"
When he gave an order, no one dared not to obey.
The Yongzhou camp, which was still noisy just now, suddenly became quiet again. The generals of each team led their own troops back, and everyone dispersed.
And Zhu Feng walked into his big tent with that "bun" in his arms.
He gently put the trembling little girl in his arms on the bed.
As soon as she let go of her hand, the blanket slowly slid down from her naked body. Nan Yan folded her arms around her chest, raised her head, and looked at him tremblingly: "Your Majesty."
She saw immediately that there was blood on his body.
Really hit the arrow!
"Your Majesty, are you injured?"
But Zhu Feng only looked at her body. There were some pink finger marks and even some bruises on her fair skin, which were all left by Tong Jie before.
He didn't know whether it was the severe pain or some other reason, he gritted his teeth hard, made a rattling sound, and then said in a deep voice, "I know it myself."
At this moment, Ye Zheng who was waiting outside the tent couldn't help shouting: "Your Majesty, can I come in?"
Nan Yan panicked, and hurriedly pulled up the blanket to cover her body.
Zhu Feng's breath sank, he took off his cloak with his backhand, and wrapped it around her body, the familiar feeling made Nan Yan tremble slightly, raised his head, and met his deep eyes.
It seems that when we first met...
At this moment, a light seemed to flash in Zhu Feng's deep eyes, but immediately, Ye Zheng urged again, he let out a deep breath, and said, "Come in."
Ye Zheng hurried in from the outside.
"Your Majesty, how could you do this?!"
All along, Ye Zheng has always looked like a good old man, usually joking and joking, and has no airs, this is the first time Nan Yan saw him lose his temper, even at Zhu Feng.
On the contrary, Zhu Feng didn't lose his temper, he just turned around and sat on the side of the bed: "Ye Zheng, you are getting bolder and bolder."
"Your Majesty, you are no longer the former King of Yan. You are a body of ten thousand chariots. No matter what the reason is, you shouldn't risk yourself like this."
"..."
"Besides, you didn't bring anyone with you, not even the humble minister, you didn't tell."
Ye Zheng was probably also in a hurry, and talked like a cannonball for a long time, but Zhu Feng, on the other hand, had a sullen face and didn't speak, just listening to him "rebuke".
But when Nan Yan raised her head and saw Zhu Feng's shoulder, she immediately said, "Stop talking, Ye Zheng, Your Majesty has been hit by an arrow!"
He had already been shot by an arrow on his shoulder, and he didn't know when he was hit by the arrow, blood flowed down, staining most of his back red!
Ye Zheng took a look, swallowed all the words just now, turned his head and shouted loudly: "Imperial doctor!"