He frowned and said, "Okay, step back."
Nan Yan looked up at him, seeing his impatient expression, she didn't dare to stay, hurriedly picked up the remaining pieces, gave him a blessing, turned around and walked out in a hurry.
As dusk fell, the entire imperial city became dark. As soon as Nanyan came out of the oppressive hall, her chest seemed to be untied, and she let out a long sigh of relief.
However, when she looked forward again, she was startled again.
On the steps outside the corner door, there was blood red.
It was those soldiers who dragged Chen Fu here just now to kill him.
She took one look but didn't dare to take a second look. She hurried back and finally returned to that desolate courtyard and desolate room. Before she even had time to change her clothes, she fell heavily on the bed.
This was only the first day she was with King Yan, and she didn't expect him to kill someone again.
However, this time, it seems to be a little different from the previous ones.
She pressed her face tightly on the cold mattress, and she couldn't help but recall the way she watched King Yan dance with his sword today, and the way he sat in the canopy hall and scolded the general angrily.
It seems that it is really different.
The little injury on the tip of the ring finger of her right hand was still hurting faintly. She clenched her hand tightly and pressed it against her chest. I don't know if it was because the ring finger was too close to the chest, and even her heartbeat twitched. stand up.
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Early the next morning, Nanyan woke up.
I slept fairly smoothly last night, but it seemed that I had a lot of random dreams, and I was a little groggy after waking up.
When washing my face, I soaked my hands in the water, and immediately felt another tingling on my ring fingertips.
It was the wound yesterday.
With such a small wound, I thought it would be fine after I slept, but I didn't expect it to still hurt today.
After she hastily washed and groomed, she arrived at the Hall of Martial Arts.
But when he got here, he found that King Yan had finished practicing his sword and even put on his clothes.
She was a little surprised, shouldn't she let herself do these things? Is it too late.
However, it was not too late, and King Yan didn't intend to blame her, so after washing and grooming, he led them out of the Hall of Martial Heroes.
The weather is better today.
The blazing sun shone on the Fengtian Hall in front of it, and the light reflected by the glazed tiles made it almost impossible to open your eyes, but Zhu Feng still stopped, looked at it for a while, and then walked slowly towards the Huagai Hall.
He still can't get in.
None of the civil and military officials in the court were willing to come to the palace to pay homage. Although he had taken Jinling and sent a letter back to Beiping to let the rest of the troops stationed there set off immediately, Jinling still did not really belong to him.
Walking to the Huagai Hall, it was still empty and there was no one there.
He stood at the door, and the sun cast his shadow in the hall. The sun was hot, but his shadow was a bit cold.
He asked coldly: "It's still one, won't you come?"
Ye Zheng said cautiously: "Return to the prince, yes."
Zhu Feng sneered.
Nan Yan stood behind him and looked at his broad shoulders. For some reason, it seemed that he had returned to that night when he walked up to Li Xuanshi and killed her without warning.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhu Feng said coldly: "Ye Zheng, pass on the word that the rest of the troops outside the city will enter the city today and seal all the gates of Jinling, not a single person or a fly can be let out! "