Nan Yan asked in surprise, "Xiao Shunzi?"
"Mistress."
"Why did you come here, the emperor is resting, shouldn't you serve by your side?"
Xiao Shunzi looked at her with a smile, and said: "The emperor wants to rest, but he doesn't need our family to serve him, but let you go and serve him."
"ah?"
Seeing Nan Yan stunned for a moment, Xiao Shunzi couldn't help but chuckle.
"Nothing, just let you go over and ask you a few words."
"oh… "
Think about it, what I just did in front of the officials and the envoys of the country, I really want to give the emperor an explanation.
Moreover, I had the audacity to say that to Princess Baoyin.
Zhu Feng, you don't blame yourself for overstepping, do you
Xiao Shunzi looked at her flickering eyes, and only smiled and said: "Don't worry, the emperor is not angry with you, it's just that he drank some wine and smelled a little drunk, just speak more carefully. Let's go."
"Why."
As soon as she heard that he smelled of alcohol, Nan Yan didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly followed.
Twilight fell.
When we arrived at the Hall of Martial Arts, it was already dark.
As soon as he entered the gate of the Hall of Martial Arts, he could smell a faint smell of alcohol inside. Turning his head, he saw that Zhu Feng was standing there washing his face.
Although it was freezing and snowy outside, he specially instructed him to warm up the wash water that was delivered, and poured it on his face, which finally made Shang Chong's alcohol smell less.
People are also a little more sober.
Zhu Feng breathed a sigh of relief, reaching out to get a towel, but felt that someone was offering it to him, took it and wiped his face, opened his eyes, and met those bright pupils.
Nanyan was standing in front of him.
As soon as he saw her, his tightly pursed lips subconsciously turned up a little bit, but Zhu Feng still held back, and after wiping her twice, he threw the towel on her head.
"Well!"
Nan Yan was covered with a towel, and hurriedly tore it off. Looking up, he had already walked to the edge of the bed and sat down.
"come over."
Nan Yan straightened the towel, hung it back on the shelf, and walked in front of him carefully.
Zhu Feng looked up at her, and said, "Come here."
"..."
I have already come to the front, how can I go there
Nan Yan hesitated for a moment, but Zhu Feng had already reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulled her in front of him, and clamped her with his two long legs.
Nan Yan was so nervous that she almost stuttered: "Emperor, Your Majesty..."
Zhu Feng still had his leisure, just looked at her: "Who taught you?"
"ah?"
"Who taught you those poems?"
"The servant girl thought of it herself."
"I'm asking, how do you know how to write poetry?"
"I learned it secretly when I was a child."
"Stealing?"
"Well, the family invited a gentleman to teach the boys in the family, and the servants often eavesdrop."
Zhu Feng raised his eyebrows slightly.
I heard her say before that because she is the daughter of a concubine, the relationship between siblings is not very good. Thinking about it, the elders in the family don't think much of her.
Therefore, she can only learn secretly.
Moreover, a woman's lack of talent is virtue, and girls from aristocratic families rarely learn literature.
Seeing his pensive look, Nan Yan looked at him nervously, and said softly: "Your Majesty... don't you like it?"
"..."
Zhu Feng was silent for a while, then looked up at her, and said, "Originally, I also felt that women should not learn these things."
"..."
"But seeing how you look today—"
Nanyan was a little nervous.
Zhu Feng said: "I think it's all right."
Hearing what he said, Nan Yan laughed so hard that her eyes rolled up.