The days have never been so peaceful and serene.
Waking up early every day, Nan Yan no longer stays in bed, even if the cold wind blows outside, she has enough reasons to get herself out of the warm bed.
When she arrived at the Hall of Martial Arts, if Zhu Feng went to court, she would sit there quietly and take some time to read some documents.
If Zhu Feng came back, sometimes he would bring Ye Zheng and He Yi with him, but Jian Ruocheng, who had been in the palace to accompany him before, did not appear in the Hall of Martial Arts these days.
She would listen to them discuss, sometimes even argue.
Although the matter may not be able to get the most perfect solution, it did let her learn a lot and make great progress.
It turns out that governing a country is really a big science.
In a blink of an eye, more than half a month has passed.
As the Chinese New Year draws nearer, they are getting busier and busier.
Because the Chinese New Year was coming, the courtiers had ten days to go without going to court, so they had to make some major arrangements before then, but Zhu Feng was a person who did everything by himself, so he had to read all the documents, including the arrangements.
Even with Nanyan, he couldn't rest.
The day before was busy all day without feet touching the floor. This morning, Nanyan couldn't get out of bed. Her whole body was limp. When she was hesitating, she insisted on getting up, and continued to sit behind the bead curtain, looking at the wishing Feng looked busy, but he was still complaining about illness. When he was resting under the warm blanket, a little maid came running.
"Miss Si, the emperor let you go there."
Call yourself so early.
Although Nan Yan was tired, she still felt a little sweet in her heart, so she forced herself to get up, and immediately went to the Hall of Martial Arts after grooming.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Zhu Feng sitting in front of the table, his expression seemed not very good.
He's angry again
Although he knew that he had a bad temper, these days, he never lost his temper for no reason.
Just when Nan Yan hesitated, Zhu Feng raised his head: "You are here."
She hastily stepped forward: "The emperor summoned his servants, what orders do you have?"
"..."
Zhu Feng looked at her and said reluctantly, "Your family is here to pick you up for the festival."
"ah… ?"
Nan Yan was stunned, as if she didn't understand.
Zhu Feng was even more unhappy: "Don't you understand? Your family is going to pick you up from the palace for the festival."
"..."
Nanyan stood where she was, and it took a while before she came back to her senses.
If it was said before that the family members came to pick her up, she would not believe it even if she was killed.
However, when he thought of meeting Si Muyun and the others at Jian's house that day, as well as the elder brother's condescending attitude, he somewhat understood.
Moreover, her public identity is still Shang Bao's female official.
As a female official, not only can she get married, but also during festivals, if family members come to request, and there are no other important things in the palace, she can also go out of the palace and go home.
But-
It also depends on whether you are happy or not
Nanyan was not happy.
Instead of going back to face those people, she might as well stay in the palace, at least, she can still see Zhu Feng from time to time.
So, she said softly: "The affairs in the palace are busy, and the slaves should stay here to share the emperor's worries."
When Zhu Feng heard this, the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously.
But he immediately straightened his face and said, "Share my worries? It's good if you don't cause me any trouble."
"..."
The words made Nan Yan bow her head.
But she thought about it, and then asked: "Your Majesty, the servant's family has come to let the servant go home. Is there anything else besides celebrating the New Year?"