Zhu Feng said with a sullen face: "Just this, how can you not eat it?"
He knew that this girl had a good appetite and was also greedy. On the way to Yongzhou, she could still eat heartily after suffering from heatstroke, so how could she not be able to eat this
So he said: "Eat!"
Nan Yan didn't dare to resist his sternness, so she could only take a bite carefully, but the greasy juice from the drumstick made her feel a little nauseous, and she almost vomited it out.
Zhu Feng was startled, and hastily stretched out his hand to support her back. Seeing that her eyes were red with pain, he frowned and said, "Is it really too much?"
She nodded hastily.
Zhu Feng frowned and said, "Then, forget it!"
"..."
"Eat more later."
Nanyan lowered her head.
He devoured all the other meals.
When the people from the imperial study room came to tidy up again, they took a careful look at the bed on the other side, and Si Nanyan was already leaning against the head of the bed again.
Those people didn't dare to look blatantly, but everyone looked this way from the corner of their eyes. Although the mattress on the dragon bed was soft and the brocade quilt was thick, Nanyan felt like she was sitting on pins and needles. By the time those people packed up their things and left, she was covered in cold sweat up.
She said softly: "Your Majesty, the servant is much better. Please let the servant go back to Yeting."
Zhu Feng looked at her sullenly.
Once she met his gaze, Nan Yan dared not speak any more, but she really couldn't stay in this place any longer.
In a dull atmosphere, Zhu Feng said with a sullen face: "I will decide where you should go."
"..."
"But if you dare to run around, I will interrupt you—"
Having said that, looking at her pale face, he paused again, and said: "I will put the court lady of Yeting back in prison!"
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Early the next morning, Zhu Feng went to court.
He has been out of court for several days, which has never happened before, and he needs to deal with a mountain of government affairs.
This busy, it is most of the day.
After finally dealing with some important matters, Zhu Feng asked all the ministers to step down, and he had to review the memorials himself, but a few veteran ministers stayed.
Zhu Feng looked up at their serious expressions, and felt something in his heart.
He said, "What's the matter, my loves?"
Among them, Yan Gu, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, immediately said: "Your Majesty, my ministers and others have heard that the Emperor has released all the maids in Ye Ting."
Zhu Feng lowered his head and put on the memorial, without raising his head: "Isn't this just what you want?"
Yan Gu said: "However, my ministers and others have heard that Shang Bao's female official has also been released. But she did not return to Yeting, but stayed in the emperor's bedroom."
"..."
Zhu Feng's imperial pen paused.
He raised his head, although there was a smile on his face, but it was a little gloomy: "My loves are as careful as dust, you all know who lives in my bedroom."
Yan Gu said seriously, "The Son of Heaven is selfless!"
Several other ministers immediately nodded in agreement.
Yan Gu said again: "Your Majesty, if it is the Emperor's concubine, the ministers would not dare to speak too much; however, Si Nanyan is only a noble female official, and she is a slave. It is not proper for the Emperor to let her live in the bedroom. Please also ask the Emperor— Be careful with what you say and do."
What he wants to say should not be as simple as being cautious in words and deeds.
It is no longer a matter of prudence in words and deeds for a servant to go in and out of the bedroom, or even to sleep on the dragon bed.
It's just that, after all, he was talking to the emperor, and he was talking about his bed and curtains, so he didn't dare to be too presumptuous in his words.
Zhu Feng's face darkened.
He was about to say something when suddenly, He Yi walked in from the outside.