"Nan Yan, Nan Yan, why did you fall asleep here?"
Li Bushang's voice rang in his ears.
Nan Yan raised her head from her arms in a daze, and when she looked up, Li Bushang was looking at herself with concern.
Ah, it's dawn.
Last night, I actually fell asleep on the table all night.
She got up in a hurry, patted her neck that was stiff from sleep, and took a wash with Li Bushang, only to find that he had brought breakfast and put it on the table.
Li Bushang said strangely: "The atmosphere outside is so strange today, everyone is looking at me, and the eyes are inexplicable."
Nan Yan was a little nervous: "Did they say anything?"
"No."
"That's good."
She breathed a sigh of relief, barely ate something, and then told Li Bushang not to go out and run around, and she went to the emperor to do something.
Li Bushang said with an unhappy face: "That person treats you in a nasty way every day, why do you want to go to him."
"Don't talk nonsense."
Nan Yan stroked his hair, thought for a while and then warned: "You, from now on, you must listen to Master Jane's words."
After speaking, he went out.
It's a cloudy day outside.
The thick cloud above her head looked as if it was going to rain, which also resembled her mood at the moment.
As soon as she got out of the tent, she saw some generals in the army gathered, as if they were waiting for the emperor to give an order, but no one could really enter his tent.
Someone has already whispered eagerly: "It's almost noon, why hasn't the emperor made a decision yet?"
"Yes, whether it is a fight or a draw, there must be an explanation."
"If you want me to say it, hit it! Beat Xiahou Jiu until he is convinced!"
"Don't talk nonsense, we still have to wait for the emperor to make a decision."
Seeing the distraught looks of those generals, Nan Yan's heart became heavier. She had just approached Zhu Feng's tent, and when the guard at the door saw her, he immediately said, "Miss Officer, you are here."
"Well."
Nan Yan was a little surprised. He usually goes in and out by himself, but he is not so considerate.
She asked, "What's the matter?"
The man said: "It's okay, you can go in quickly."
After speaking, he opened the curtain for her.
For some reason, his hospitality made Nan Yan's heart a little heavier. She walked into the tent carefully, and saw Zhu Feng sitting in front of the table at a glance.
His clothes were still drooping, probably because he had just changed his medicine, one sleeve was not closed properly, exposing his strong chest on the other side, and the bandage was thickly wrapped, but fortunately, there was no bleeding.
I don't know if it's because of his injuries, but his expression looks very anxious and solemn, especially after he saw himself coming in.
He is also troubled by that matter
Zhu Feng looked at her: "You are here."
Nan Yan saluted him: "Your Majesty."
"What are you doing here?"
"..."
"Is there anything you want to say to me?"
As he spoke, he pressed his hands on the table and looked at her with a pair of falcon-like eyes.
Although the outside was cloudy and gloomy, but compared to this moment, her mood was much better. Nan Yan felt that her chest was being pressed by an invisible boulder, especially when facing him, it was even more difficult to breathe.
Standing in front of him, she looked at that familiar and handsome face, who once rescued herself from the predicament like a god.
Maybe, now is really the time to do something for him.
She took a deep breath and said, "Your Majesty, if your Majesty really wants to send a person to the Yue Kingdom, slaves—all must be given up."