"emperor?"
Looking at Zhu Feng's darker eyes, Nan Yan subconsciously felt something was wrong.
Standing in front of Zhu Feng, she said softly, "Is there something ulterior about Ari Silan's visit to the servant's house and his Yu Jue?"
"..."
Zhu Feng looked into her clear eyes, was silent for a while, and said in a deep voice, "Yes."
"..."
"There are some problems with him, as well as in the country, which may be related to that Yu Jue."
"ah?"
"But now, I have no way to be completely sure about this matter."
"That-"
Seeing Nanyan's frowning and worried expression, Zhu Feng's gentle palm touched her head.
As soon as Nan Yan pressed her head, she swallowed the following words.
Zhu Feng said softly: "But don't think too much about it."
"..."
"I'll just ask."
"..."
"All you have to do is take care of your body."
Nan Yan looked at him with wide eyes, and nodded obediently.
Only then did Zhu Feng show a satisfied smile, reached out to pick up the tea she made, and took a sip. It was slightly hot, which just happened to dispel the chill on his body.
He stayed to eat with her, confirmed that she had a good appetite, and he was relieved.
After asking her a few words, he left.
It was already dark at this time, but fortunately, the eaves near and far were covered with lanterns, barely able to illuminate the road in the yard.
However, Zhu Feng didn't watch the way at all.
After all, he has lived here for more than ten years, and he knows where he has gone even with his eyes closed.
When his footsteps stopped, he arrived at the east courtyard of the palace.
He walked over and opened the door, only to see the small figure sitting behind the desk, and when he heard the sound of the door being pushed, he closed the book in his hand in fright.
"Father—no, father, father..."
Zhu Feng walked over with his hands behind his back.
Zhu Chengxuan hurriedly retreated to the side of the chair, lowered his head, not daring to move.
Compared to how he talked and laughed freely in front of Nanyan and Ran Xiaoyu during the day, facing his father at this time, he seemed much duller.
And seeing him like this, Zhu Feng's already unhappy mood became even more unhappy.
"Why, have you forgotten that I have returned to Beiping?"
"No, son, the son just didn't expect that the father would come to see his son at such a late hour."
Zhu Feng glanced at him, then slowly walked around behind the desk, and picked up the book he had just read.
"Seven Books of Martial Arts".
Turning his head to look at Zhu Chengxuan, the child smiled carefully at him.
However, there was no smile on Zhu Feng's face.
He opened the drawer under the desk, and there was an open book inside.
When I picked it up, it turned out to be a medical book.
Seeing that he found out, Zhu Chengxuan's face turned pale with fright, and he knelt down on the ground with a plop: "Father."
Zhu Feng's face was gloomy, and he said angrily: "You, do you want to piss me off before you are willing?"
"..."
"I have been on horseback for half my life, dealing with swords and swords, but my son is busy among these bottles, pots, soups and herbs!"
"..."
"How could I have a son like you!"
Zhu Chengxuan was so frightened that he knelt on the ground, trembling: "Father, please calm down..."
After all, he was still young, and at this moment, he was so frightened that he burst into tears.
However, when Zhu Feng saw him crying bitterly, he became even more furious.
"The man bleeds but doesn't shed tears. What do you look like?!"
Just when he was about to point at Zhu Chengxuan and curse, suddenly, he saw the passage that Zhu Chengxuan underlined in the medical book——
It must be accompanied by the taste of expelling evil in the rectification, the evil will retreat by itself, and the righteousness will flourish day by day, and the evil will disappear without fighting. Recipe with Zhuke Soup…