Hearing this, Ye Zheng also frowned.
He thought for a while and said, "Your Majesty, I also feel that there is one thing, which is a bit strange."
Zhu Feng looked up at him: "What's so strange?"
"It's the female officer, with a clever plan to defeat the enemy."
"..."
"I always feel that she seems to have an expert behind her."
Zhu Feng's eyes flickered slightly.
Ye Zheng hastily said: "Of course, I don't doubt her loyalty to the emperor, but this matter, I think, I should ask again."
"..."
Zhu Feng was silent for a while, then looked at the letter in his hand.
After a long silence, he said, "Zhen, I have my own calculations."
Ye Zheng hurriedly said: "Yes."
Next, Zhu Feng's face was no longer as sweet and relaxed as before, especially when he saw the memorials sent by Ye Zheng, he reviewed them one by one, his expression was as serious as when he was dealing with government affairs.
In a blink of an eye, it was noon.
Finally, after dealing with those matters, Zhu Feng left the study.
And subconsciously, his footsteps brought him to Nanyan's courtyard. As soon as he entered the courtyard gate, he heard the sound of cooing coming from the room.
It seems to be the sound of pigeons.
She got a pigeon
Zhu Feng frowned slightly, and walked forward with some doubts in his heart. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Nan Yan sitting by the table. There was a pigeon parked on the table, and she was gently stroking it with her hand.
Seeing him coming, Nan Yan hurriedly got up: "Your Majesty."
Zhu Feng walked in: "Huh? Where did the pigeon come from?"
Nan Yan said: "Your Majesty, this servant is planning to tell you about this matter."
"What?"
That day, because she was eager to "hold" Xiao Shunzi out, she only gave the pigeon to a maid in the palace for her to take care of.
But then, she fell ill.
I have been recuperating from my illness for the first two days, and after that, my whole person fell into a dark, delirious sweetness, and I forgot about it.
Today, I just remembered.
Zhu Feng took off the big clothes on his body, Nan Yan hurried over to continue, dusted off the snow and dust, hung them on the clothes hanger on the side, and poured a cup of tea skillfully.
When he turned around, he saw that Zhu Feng had already sat at the table.
Nan Yan walked over and put the tea by his hand.
Zhu Feng didn't take the tea, but stretched out his hand to hold her hand, squeezed his fingertips, and made sure that he wasn't as cold as he was when he was sick two days ago, so he felt relieved.
He asked again, "How is today?"
Nan Yan said: "The slaves are much better, the emperor can rest assured that he doesn't need them."
"Well," Zhu Feng also nodded, then turned his head to look at the cooing pigeon on the table, and said, "What's going on?"
Nan Yan said: "Your Majesty, this pigeon flew here that day when the army of the Tan Kingdom attacked the city. Because of it, this servant came up with a strategy to defeat the enemy."
"Oh why?"
"Because the pigeon is carrying a note with four words written on it."
"What word?"
"If you don't want to be strong."
"If you don't want to be strong?"
Zhu Feng frowned slightly, and after thinking about it again, he understood.
He sighed lightly, and said: "If you don't want to be strong, you can be strong without desire."
After speaking, he raised his head to look at Xiang Nanyan, and said, "Then, someone specially released this pigeon to send the news to you?"
"This, I don't know," Nan Yan frowned, "But there is one thing, I find it strange."
"What?"
Nan Yan took out something from her bosom and handed it to him: "This is the anklet on the pigeon's feet."