At this time, it was already dark.
There was a light behind her, Nan Yan turned her head and saw a few young eunuchs holding lanterns and torches, carefully standing aside to serve.
Zhu Feng said coldly: "Light it up."
Hearing his order, everyone immediately threw the torches in their hands to the pile of memorials.
Hearing a "boom", a ball of fire exploded in the courtyard, turning into a puff of black smoke and rushing into the sky. Because Nanyan was standing very close, she felt a blur in front of her eyes, and felt a wave of heat rushing towards her. .
Before she had time to react, a hand suddenly reached out from behind, grabbed her collar and pulled it hard—
"ah!"
She let out a low cry, staggered back two steps, bumped into a solid chest, looked back in panic, it turned out to be Zhu Feng.
He was staring coldly at the raging fire ahead.
He—saved himself
Nan Yan couldn't believe it: "Your Highness..."
Zhu Feng didn't even look at her, but just stared blankly at the raging flames in front of him. His handsome, sculpture-like face looked extraordinarily deep in the firelight, but his eyes were a little cloudy and uncertain.
Here are all the memorials since the little emperor ascended the throne.
That is to say, from those courtiers Shangshu's request to cut down the vassal, to setting up many obstacles around his Yanwang Mansion in Beiping, until he raised troops and offered advice to the emperor when he fought all the way.
All the "evidence" was piled up here, but he didn't open a single page to read it, and just burned it.
For him, it was actually a little risky.
He originally wanted to use these things to eliminate the hostile forces in the court, but now—in order to take the overall situation into consideration, he could only temporarily endure it.
temporary!
Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth hard and clenched his fists.
And Nan Yan stood in front of him, still a little startled, if he hadn't pulled her just now, she might have been engulfed by the flames now.
But why would he save himself
She couldn't help but looked up at Zhu Feng again, only to see him staring at the soaring flames, and said coldly without blinking: "I'm not saving you."
"...?"
"This king just doesn't want you to die so happily."
"..."
"You'd better not die so happily."
"..."
Nan Yan pursed her lips, lowered her head and retreated to his side.
The fire was blazing, and the billowing smoke rolled the sparks straight up, and the fire almost illuminated half of the sky.
Everyone stared blankly at this scene.
At this time, Zhu Feng suddenly said again: "Now, what do you think?"
"..."
Nan Yan froze for a moment, then turned to look at him, but saw that he was still staring straight ahead at the billowing smoke and raging fire, hesitated for a moment, and then realized that his question came from the next day in the Huagai Palace. that question.
Nan Yan thought for a while, then lowered her head and said softly: "Your Highness is generous and merciful, how can the common people not support him?"
At this time, Zhu Feng slowly turned around and looked down at her.
In the light of the fire, these little girls looked smaller and smaller, but even if she lowered her head and her thick black eyelashes covered her eyes, they couldn't cover up the shining light inside.
Just like that night, in the firelight of Jiaotai Hall, her eyes were also bright like this.
I almost missed it.
Zhu Feng suddenly reached out and pinched her chin.