And this time, Nan Yan also saw the Prince Yan's Mansion clearly.
It is not as majestic as the Jinling Palace, nor is it as luxurious and magnificent as the Prince Jing's Mansion in Yongzhou. The palace in this bitter cold place looks very simple, with gray walls and black tiles, plus white snow, and even the colors are so simple.
However, Nanyan felt that this palace was more suitable for Zhu Feng than the palace in Jinling.
Because, that kind of heavy, firm, as if no one can destroy the feeling, is the feeling that Zhu Feng gives people!
Only a person like him can resist the invasion of the Tan Kingdom and protect the people of the Yan Kingdom in such a bitter cold place.
Nan Yan said softly: "It's so beautiful here."
Ran Xiaoyu glanced at her, pursed her lips, and said nothing.
Actually, after seeing the imperial palace in Jinling, no one would think that this simple palace is "beautiful", but Si Nanyan's praise came from the heart.
What is this? Love house and crow
Or, lover and house
The two walked for a while and chatted casually. Nan Yan suddenly mentioned the dream of last night and said, "I was scared to death. I dreamed that all my hair fell out. Am I going to lose my hair?"
Ran Xiaoyu thought for a while, then said: "But I heard that if you dream about losing your hair, it's a bad omen."
"Oh? What sign?"
"I heard that they are going to lose money."
"ah?"
When Nan Yan heard this, she immediately reached out and covered her purse tightly.
After walking around for a while, she gradually felt a little cold. Although Nan Yan wanted to continue walking, Ran Xiaoyu insisted on dragging her back.
As soon as I entered the room, I felt a sense of oppression in the golden room.
Zhu Feng sat inside with a sullen face.
As soon as they saw him, both of them immediately stepped forward to salute: "Your Majesty."
Zhu Feng stared at her: "Where did you go?"
"Servant, servant is a little bored in the room, so let Xiaoyu take the servant out for a walk."
"Go out for a walk?"
Zhu Feng let out a sigh of relief: "It's been so long!"
Nan Yan couldn't help muttering in her heart—it didn't take long.
Of course I dare not say this.
Once Zhu Feng got angry, who would dare to confront him head-on
The room was silent for a while before Zhu Feng said to Ran Xiaoyu: "Ran Xiaoyu, you go down first."
"yes."
Ran Xiaoyu hurriedly saluted, and left this "place of right and wrong" without looking back.
Nan Yan was crying in her heart, when she felt that Zhu Feng stretched out his hand, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her to his side: "Is it better?"
Nan Yan hurriedly said: "The servant is much better."
Zhu Feng looked her up and down again, indeed, her spirit was much better.
One morning, when I was dealing with the notebooks from Jinling, I had been thinking about this all the time. Now, I finally let go.
He let go of her hand and sat back at the table.
Then, she coughed lightly, and said, "Go, pour me a cup of tea—it should be warm, not hot."
"..."
For some reason, Nan Yan felt that he did it on purpose.
He came alone, not even bringing Xiao Shunzi with him.
Moreover, knowing that he was injured, he still made himself pour tea...
I felt a little wronged, but the emperor's order was the emperor's order, so she could only walk over obediently, and was about to pick up the teapot to pour tea, when Ye Zheng walked in from the outside and said: "Your Majesty, you are here, please smile." The minister has news—huh?"
When he saw that Nan Yan was pouring tea clumsily with gauze-wrapped hands, he was startled: "Hey, aren't you injured?"
"..."
"Don't move, let me do it!"
After speaking, he rushed over to take the teapot and teacup.
At this moment, Zhu Feng who was sitting beside him said in a cold voice, "Ye Zheng!"