Nan Yan's breath was suffocated, and before she had time to react, she felt a sinking on her wrist, and the world was spinning for a while, she was pulled down suddenly, and fell heavily on the bed.
"ah!"
King Yan's bed was not soft, even a little hard. When she fell like this, her head hit the bed board abruptly, causing her to let out a low cry, and her eyes went black for a while.
When she saw clearly again, a sharp long sword was already at her throat.
It was the long sword that King Yan had placed beside his pillow. At that moment, he pressed himself under his body and pulled out the long sword with his backhand, his movements were as fast as lightning.
She trembled slightly, especially feeling that the sharp blade was only an inch away from the skin on her neck, as long as she moved, the blade would cut her throat open.
She said in horror: "Your Highness..."
Zhu Feng lay on her body, and there seemed to be a flame burning faintly in his deep eyes, and that kind of flame made his breath a little hotter, like a beastly breath.
He said in a deep voice, "What are you going to do?"
"..."
Although he has woken up and pulled out the long sword beside his pillow without any mistakes, his mind still seems to be trapped in the dream just now and he can't get out of it. He can't even tell who the person in front of him is.
He just uses the instinct and intuition of a beast to deal with those who are close to him.
As soon as he exerted force on his hand, the edge of the sword got closer to Nan Yan's neck, almost piercing into her skin. Nan Yan trembled and wanted to speak, but because he was too nervous, his throat rattled, but he couldn't even say a word. Can't tell.
"me-"
Her eyes were red with anxiety, but she couldn't speak.
The sharp edge of the long sword shone coldly in front of her eyes, as if death had come.
At this moment, there was a "click" in my ear.
Something fell to the ground.
This sound seemed to be a bit of inspiration, Zhu Feng was shocked, and when he turned his head, a fan fell from Nan Yan's hand to the ground.
fan...
Something seemed to come back to his confused mind, and when he turned his head again, he saw clearly the pale and panic-stricken little girl who was pressed under him.
His brows tightened even more: "What are you doing with the fan?!"
It wasn't until this time that Nan Yan finally recovered her voice: "Servant, servant is here to fan your Highness."
"..."
"His Royal Highness just now seemed to be a little uncomfortable... so the servant-"
Her voice kept trembling, and she couldn't even finish a sentence, but when Zhu Feng heard what she said, he looked back at the fan on the ground, and his brows frowned even tighter.
Today, he slept a little deeper than usual because he was dreaming.
It was that dream again, which has been confusing him since he was sensible. In the dream, he was always deep in a wasteland, and there was a deep fog in front of him, and there was a sky full of yellow sand, which made him almost unable to see his fingers.
Every time he entered this dream, it was as if someone was strangling his throat, suffocating him.
He wanted to get rid of it, and even never believed in strange powers and gods. He also asked He Yi if he could use their Taoist method of exorcising ghosts and suppressing evil spirits to dispel his dream, but He Yi only said that it was his inner demon. The external force couldn't dispel it, and still let him be attacked by such a nightmare.
But today, the reason why I slept more deeply is because the dream seems to have changed.