Nan Yan fell into a deep sleep and didn't wake up at all.
Seeing her in a deep sleep, the corners of Zhu Feng's mouth could not help but curl up, lowered his head, and whispered to her: "Are you still awake?"
"..."
"Is it that tired?"
"..."
The hot air that she exhaled hit her face, Nan Yan shrank slightly, as if feeling the warmth of his chest, she immediately burrowed into Zhu Feng's arms.
There was a low murmur in his mouth.
"The emperor..."
Zhu Feng looked down at her, and couldn't help but smile.
This girl is like this every time she hugs her, like a cat that finds a stove in winter, it knows how to get into someone's arms.
like—
That night flashed back to his mind.
The night at the Yue State Camp.
With blood all over his body, he rushed into Tong Jie's tent, as if it was the same, took something to cover her body, and then hugged her up.
She, too...
Just thinking about it like this, the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly disappeared.
Instead, there was a slight frown between the eyebrows, and a few hanging needle lines gradually emerged.
Zhu Feng lowered his head and looked at Nan Yan's slightly thin face, his breathing sank.
Originally, he thought that he didn't need to care about it, but in fact, he has always been unwilling to care about it, but tonight is the night when he can finally get her in a dignified way—
That thought became inexplicably heavy.
Holding her like this, I don't know how long it took, took a deep breath, and shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of the poisonous vine-like thoughts that had entangled him for an unknown amount of time.
Everything has passed.
No matter what happened before, now, this girl belongs to him.
Belongs to him alone!
Slowly walked into Yikun Palace, and carefully put her on the bed.
The soft mattress, once lying on it, is like lying in the clouds.
Nan Yan felt as if she was also among the clouds, and the warm sunlight shone on her body, making her feel powerless but extremely comfortable.
In that kind of warm feeling, she slowly opened her eyes.
In front of him was that familiar, handsome face.
Those deep eyes were looking at him deeply.
For a moment, Nan Yan didn't know whether she was in a beautiful dream or returned to the gentle real world. She just looked at those eyes and that face with a happy smile.
Immediately, I felt the chest that was close to my own violently rise and fall.
The lips carrying that person's strong breath slowly pressed down.
printed on her lips.
"Well… "
Nanyan let out a low murmur.
It was like a dream, but it was too real, especially the hot lips, with an incomparably domineering aura, occupied all her breathing and heartbeat, almost making her unable to breathe.
She murmured subconsciously: "The emperor..."
This unconscious murmur made Zhu Feng's stomach tighten.
He felt a sudden fire in his body, which engulfed his whole body in an instant, and almost burned his rationality. He hugged the small and delicate body under him vigorously.
During the entanglement, breathing seems to bring flames.
The clothes were peeled off inch by inch.
Invaded by this temperature, Nan Yan let out an uncomfortable and helpless murmur, especially feeling that the familiar breath was close, although she was scalded badly, she still raised her arms subconsciously, wanting to hug the person in front of you.
But at this moment, that snow-white arm flashed in front of Zhu Feng's eyes.
His breath suddenly sank, and he grabbed the slender arm.
This white and flawless arm was something he was too familiar with, and he had clenched it countless times, but it was only today that he saw it clearly for the first time—
Pure white, without a trace of blemish.
Not a single blemish...
…
Nanyan was completely ignorant of everything.
I just felt it in the chaos, that fiery feeling seemed to have receded a little bit.
The body sank, and gradually, the whole person fell into a drowsy dream.
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Dreamland, chaotic and messy.
Her whole body seemed to be tightly entangled by something, and her mind was also entangled in a dream. After an unknown amount of time, Nan Yan finally opened her eyes.
The room is bright.
It was already the next morning.
But she was lying on the bed in a daze, looking at the bright sunlight coming in from the window, and at the bed curtain embroidered with delicate patterns in front of her.
After a while, I finally came back to my senses——
I fell asleep.
Asleep of course.
But, didn't I sit on the bench outside and wait for Zhu Feng last night? Why did you go back to the house and sleep on the bed
Could it be that he has been here
Thinking of this, Nan Yan suddenly sat up from the bed.
As soon as I sat up, I immediately felt a chill, only to realize that the coat on my body had been taken off at some point, and the tie on the chest seemed to have been torn.
Yes, do it yourself
Had she walked in from the outside, undressed, and gone to bed when she was unconscious
No matter what you think, you don't feel right.
At this moment, when she turned her head, she saw a piece of clothing hanging on the edge of the bed. She picked it up and took a closer look. It was Zhu Feng's coat.
He has been here!
He must have brought him in from the outside, and the clothes—he must have taken them off.
Just thinking about it like this, Nan Yan's face instantly became hot.
But the next moment, she woke up again, and hurriedly looked around, only to see that there was no one in the huge Yikun Palace except herself and the messy bed.
He's not in now
left already
Then last night—
Nan Yan frowned subconsciously, and at this moment, Ran Xiaoyu's knock on the door came from outside: "Your Majesty? Your Majesty the Imperial Concubine, are you awake?"
"..."
Nan Yan took a deep breath and suppressed the doubts in her heart: "Xiaoyu, come in."
Ran Xiaoyu immediately came in from the outside, holding a copper basin filled with hot water, and said: "Since the empress is awake, let's get up and wash up first."
"..."
"It's getting late."
"..."
"Today you still have to go to the Yonghe Palace to pay your respects to the empress."
As she spoke, she walked to the wooden shelf on the other side, put the towels in the basin, and put the water for gargling and green salt away.
Nanyan sat by the bed, still a little dazed, and said softly, "Xiaoyu."
"Um?"
"Did the emperor come last night?"
Ran Xiaoyu looked back at her and said, "When I came here just now, the gatekeeper said that the emperor came last night."
"..."
"Ma'am, don't you know?"
"..."
"How could you not know?"
Speaking of which, since it has been canonized, the emperor should have come over last night—he favored her, that's right.
Ran Xiaoyu realized something was wrong.
She walked over, looked at Nan Yan's bewildered expression again, and after a while, said softly: "Last night, the emperor, did he—"