Regardless of whether Ye Zheng's words are true or not, what she saw with her own eyes in the past few days is that King Yan is indeed a murderer without blinking an eye, and just now, she saw him put the sword on the side of the pillow.
What if he walked over and was killed in his dream
Thinking of this, she slowly sat down again.
However, that incident was still in her mind, and she could no longer sit and doze off like she did just now. The soft quilt that was lying on the ground seemed to be pressing on her body, and she also knew that although it was a hot day, it would still be cold at night.
Sleeping like this for one night, King Yan won't catch a cold and get sick tomorrow, right
Thinking of this, she hesitated again, stood up while leaning on the wall, and walked gently to the place near the bed.
Zhu Feng was still in a deep sleep, breathing heavily, and his snoring became louder and louder, shaking the candles on the candlestick beside the bed to tremble slightly.
Nan Yan couldn't help thinking of yesterday in Huagai Palace, when he angrily scolded General Chen Fu, his voice was so thick, and even knocked down the cups on the table with his palm, by the way, he even scratched it when he picked up the pieces hands.
Nan Yan couldn't help raising her hand to look at the tiny scar on the tip of her ring finger. In fact, it didn't hurt anymore, but sometimes it was a little itchy.
She sighed and walked up cautiously.
This bed was probably temporarily moved from another inner garden of the palace. It is not too big. A tall man like King Yan slept on it, and his hands and feet were spread wide. Will fall asleep and the quilt will fall off.
She bent down carefully, picked up a corner of the quilt and slowly covered Zhu Feng's body.
He was still snoring, sleeping without knowing anything.
Nan Yan looked down at him, couldn't help laughing, then turned around and prepared to leave quietly.
However, just as he turned around, he suddenly heard the person behind him seem to move, and there was the sound of something falling to the ground with a whoosh.
Looking back, Zhu Feng turned over and kicked the quilt under the bed again.
Nan Yan frowned involuntarily—
"what the hell."
Is this a dream to kill someone? This is a dream to kick the quilt, right
However, when she picked up the quilt and was about to put it back on King Yan, she found that his forehead was covered with sweat, his handsome sword eyebrows were frowned, and his thin lips were slightly opened and closed, gently Lightly spit out two words: "Don't!"
"...!"
Nan Yan opened her eyes wide in surprise.
Yan Wang looks like this, like this - is he having a nightmare
He was sweating profusely, as if someone had strangled his neck, and his breathing became constricted. Nan Yan felt that something was wrong with him, but she didn't dare to make a sound, so she could only take a fan over and gently Fan him.
Gusts of cool wind blew onto Zhu Feng's face. Gradually, he seemed to feel a lot more comfortable, and the expression on his face slowed down.
Nan Yan didn't know why she wanted to laugh a little, but she never thought that His Royal Highness King Yan, who was so brave and invincible on the battlefield, would have nightmares and look helpless.
Seeing that he had calmed down a lot, Nan Yan also heaved a sigh of relief, and was about to turn around and prepare to leave when suddenly, a hand reached out and grabbed her wrist.
Nan Yan was taken aback, and hurriedly turned around.
Zhu Feng lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.