Holding the teacup, Nan Yan looked at his tall back, and couldn't help but her heart pounding.
She asked cautiously: "Your Majesty, can the servants go to Peiping?"
"..."
"Your Majesty, let the slaves go."
Zhu Feng turned his head and glared at her. Seeing her blinking her big eyes with a eager expression on her face, she couldn't help but want to laugh, but she still kept a straight face: "You go? What can you do when you go?"
"..."
This question stopped her.
What can I do
Indeed, what I can't carry on my own shoulders, like Concubine Kang said, can read a few broken poems, what's the use
She frowned, lost in thought.
Seeing her serious and troubled face, Zhu Feng was both angry and funny.
Could it be that she really felt that she still needed to fight the enemy or something
At this moment, Nan Yan raised her head, opened her eyes wide, and said to him seriously: "Your Majesty, although this servant is useless, I still want to follow you to Peking."
"..."
"And, even if it's useless now—"
"..."
"Slaves will work hard, and in the future, I will become useful."
In her heart, she said more firmly: I will become a woman who is qualified enough to stand by your side!
Seeing her serious eyes, Zhu Feng's heart suddenly felt warm.
He has never seen a woman with such a serious and solemn expression, telling him that she will become useful.
Moreover, it is useful to oneself.
He stretched out his hand, wanting to rub her hair, but he involuntarily reached out to her face and pinched it.
It's fleshy, but it feels good to the touch.
It seems that the continuous delivery of delicious food from the imperial dining room for the past two days is still somewhat effective. She should be made fatter, so that... the hand feel will be better.
Thinking of the feeling of holding her tightly that night, being pinched by all the bones in her body, Zhu Feng felt that he still had a sense of accomplishment.
He bent down and leaned in front of her, looking at those big clear eyes that were black and white: "Really?"
Originally, I said these words to him very seriously.
However, when he came closer and his breath was blowing on his face, those words seemed to have changed a bit.
There was an inexplicable feeling that made people feel hot from the bottom of their hearts.
Nan Yan subconsciously avoided his gaze, but for some reason, his eyes seemed to have a pulling force, which made her raise her eyes again, looking at him carefully.
In an instant, her cheeks became crimson, and even the tips of her ears were a little red.
She said softly: "Your Majesty..."
As he spoke, he could already feel his breath blowing.
The lips of the two were almost touching.
But at this moment, Zhu Feng seemed to have thought of something suddenly, a sober light flashed in his eyes, which cut away the dense fog in his eyes, and his shrewd eyes were suddenly re-ignited.
He took a deep breath, and suddenly stood up straight.
She only felt a gust of cool wind blowing over her cheeks, and Nan Yan's flushed face was agitated by the coldness, and her blush faded away.
Only some blank eyes remained.
In his hand, he was still holding the empty teacup, as if he was as dazed as she was.
She looked at Zhu Feng foolishly, and saw him turn his head away, leaving only the back of his head for her. He coughed a little unnaturally, and then said, "Okay."
"..."
"I will take you to Peking together."