He feels the wind.
A gust of wind blew away the yellow sand and mist in front of him slowly. He seemed to be able to see things around him clearly, but just when he was about to see clearly, he woke up suddenly.
Then-
And here it is now.
Thinking of this, Zhu Feng couldn't help turning his head to look at the fan that fell on the ground. The flickering light beside the bed shone in his eyes, making his mood fluctuate at the moment.
Could it be that the dream changed because—
Zhu Feng only meditated for a short period of time, but this period of time seemed to Nan Yan the longest moment in his life.
She nervously looked at the blade that was not even an inch away from her throat, and was shone coldly by the candlelight. The sharp light almost seemed to cut her skin. In such a dangerous situation, she shivered , A layer of goosebumps appeared on the neck.
At this moment, the long sword slowly moved away.
She suddenly opened her eyes wide, watching Zhu Feng slowly raise his hand and retract the long sword.
It was as if she had stepped into the Senluo Palace with one leg and was finally pulled back. She was relieved all of a sudden, cold sweat broke out all of a sudden, and the clothes that were close to her body were wiped off.
Zhu Feng silently put away the long sword, and then stood up.
His gaze was still looking at her coldly, like a tiger staring at a little rabbit under its sharp claws, Nan Yan was struggling to sit up, but she was so frightened just now that her hands and feet were weak and she couldn't bear it. Several times, he fell back to King Yan's bed.
She was so anxious that she was sweating profusely, and she was even more afraid that her appearance would cause Yan Wang to misunderstand something.
In the end, she finally grabbed the bedpost with her backhand, barely propped herself up, almost rolled off his bed, and then knelt on the ground: "Your Highness, forgive me."
Zhu Feng's eyes were extraordinarily bright under the dim light. He glanced at the fan on the ground again and said, "Pick it up."
"… Yes Yes."
Nan Yan hastily reached out to pick up the fan, and was about to turn around and walk back to the corner, but just when she was about to turn around and walk away, Zhu Feng suddenly said, "It's right here."
"ah?"
She turned her head in surprise, as if she couldn't understand what he said: "What did you say, Your Highness?"
"My king told you to stay here."
"..."
Nan Yan opened her eyes wide in astonishment, and saw King Yan slowly lying back on the bed. At this moment, he had a calm expression on his face, as if nothing had happened, and the nightmare just now was just an illusion of his own. Seems like.
There was only a short piece of candle left on the candlestick, and the light became even more dim. Nan Yan could only see his eyes flickering slightly in the hanging curtain.
"This king asked you to stay by the bed."
"..."
Nan Yan held the fan tightly in her hand, the bones of the fan were already covered with cold sweat, and it was slippery even when held.
He let himself guard by the bed
Although, she knew that King Yan didn't mean anything to her, even if the two of them were in that position just now, King Yan probably just wanted to know if he was going to hurt him.
However, now let yourself stay by his bedside
Nan Yan hesitated again, but heard the low, magnetic voice sound again: "Come here yet?"
"..."
Nan Yan hesitated for a while, but finally walked back slowly.
Just when she knelt down to the side of the bed, there was a soft plop, and the candlestick by the bed was extinguished.