Nan Yan was dumbfounded immediately, the two came and went too quickly, and they didn't say anything, they didn't know what happened.
Why did you leave suddenly
She was full of doubts, just at this time Ran Xiaoyu returned to Yeting, saw her standing at the door, and said: "You are not in good health, what are you doing standing in the air?"
Nanyan told her about the matter of Imperial Physician Chen just now.
Ran Xiaoyu frowned slightly: "What's going on?"
"I don't know either."
"..."
"They left suddenly and didn't say anything to me."
Ran Xiaoyu looked at her suspiciously, then turned to look outside the door, and said, "It can't be, I won't see a doctor for you, right?"
Nan Yan's heart trembled.
It was the emperor's order to ask Imperial Physician Chen to treat him, so who else would let him ignore him
Just thinking about it made her heart sink.
Ran Xiaoyu seemed to have thought of this too, and hurriedly waved her hands: "No, the emperor is not a child, how could he play around like crazy. He probably has something urgent to do, so it's fine."
"..."
Nan Yan was stunned for a while, then nodded lightly, and followed her back to the room.
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When Ye Zheng arrived at the Hall of Martial Arts, Zhu Feng was dancing his sword outside the hall.
A fine steel long sword can be used freely in his hands, like a swimming dragon. Gradually, his figure is getting faster and faster, and the strength of the sword dance is getting stronger and stronger. The long sword has turned into a cold light at this moment , The light follows the walk, every step is startling.
Ye Zheng frowned when he saw it.
He followed Zhu Feng since he was a child, and knew that he practiced sword every day, but it was always in the morning.
If he practiced sword at another time, there is only one possibility—
There is killing intent in his heart.
He didn't know who or what he wanted to kill, but he couldn't vent it, so he could only use the sword dance to release the anger in his heart.
Ye Zheng couldn't help feeling a little startled.
He knew that Zhu Feng's hostility was so strong that even He Yi couldn't dispel it. In the past, when he was King Yan, he had killing intent in his heart, and he could lead an army to go out at any time, and finding the army of the country of Tan would be a head-on blow.
But now, he is the emperor.
If he intends to kill—
Thinking of this, he took a step forward cautiously.
But at this step, with Zhu Feng's last move, the long sword pointed straight at him, Ye Zheng was taken aback, and was forced by the oncoming sword energy to take two steps back.
And Zhu Feng's wrist moved slightly.
The long sword deflected away from between his eyebrows, passed over his right temple, and only heard a whoosh.
Where the sword energy came, the fallen leaves fell apart.
Ye Zheng glanced back, the tree behind him shook slightly, and the yellowed dead leaves fluttered down, landing on his shoulders.
A drop of cold sweat also trickled down from his forehead.
He whispered: "Your Majesty..."
Zhu Feng didn't look at him, turned around and walked towards the Hall of Martial Heroes.
The setting sun was like blood, reflecting on his broad shoulders, and also reflecting on the long sword in his hand. The edge of the sword seemed to be stained with blood.
Ye Zheng hurriedly followed and walked into the Hall of Martial Heroes. Zhu Feng put the long sword back into the scabbard, and took the towel on the wooden stand to wipe off the sweat on his body. It was already winter, and he was only wearing a thin long gown. , Even sweating profusely.
Ye Zheng has never seen this kind of situation, except killing people on the battlefield.
He said worriedly: "Your Majesty..."
Zhu Feng sat on the edge of the bed and said coldly, "What are you going to say?"
"..."
Ye Zheng hesitated for a moment, and was about to speak, when suddenly a young eunuch came rushing outside.