Nan Yan was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously said: "Your Majesty..."
But immediately, she saw Zhu Feng's eyes, those deep pupils seemed to be immersed in boundless darkness, even at this moment, he was standing at the door with the sun shining brightly behind him.
It didn't lighten his eyes either.
And in those eyes, there was still a fiery flame burning.
He strode over and hugged Nan Yan.
"...!"
Nan Yan's heart skipped a beat, she couldn't recover, and said softly, "Your Majesty?"
She thought she was still in a dream, but Zhu Feng's arms holding her were real, and that powerful feeling seemed to embed her into her body again.
Don't let her have the slightest chance to escape.
He hugged her and lay down on the bed.
The hand still did not let go.
The arms are even still tightened constantly.
For some reason, this feeling suddenly reminded Nan Yan of how she woke up from a nightmare when she went to bed for Zhu Feng for the first time.
At this moment, his body seemed to carry the aura of a nightmare.
Nan Yan was pressed under him, and it was difficult to breathe, but she still said softly: "Your Majesty... are you having nightmares again?"
"...!"
After saying this, I felt Zhu Feng's body tremble suddenly.
Yes, he had another nightmare.
After leaving Yanxi Palace, he went back to the imperial study alone, trying to force himself to calm down by dealing with the government affairs.
However, in the middle of the night, he still couldn't hold on, and fell asleep on the imperial case.
And the nightmare that haunted him for almost half his life, once again, haunted him like a ghost.
It has been a long, long time, since Nan Yan came to his side, since the two of them fell in love with each other, he has never had that suffocating nightmare again.
But last night, that nightmare came again.
Whenever there are some people or things in his world that he can't control, that nightmare will haunt him.
Like a poisonous snake.
Recalling the suffocating feeling in the dream, Zhu Feng almost suffocated again.
He hugged the small body below him even more tightly, buried his face in the hollow of her shoulder, and took a deep breath that belonged to her, with a faint fragrance.
He said in a deep voice, "You are mine."
"..."
"you belong With Me!"
"..."
"You are different, you are different from them!"
Nan Yan frowned.
She, of course, is different from others.
At other times, she would hardly think about it, but yesterday, Aunt Tongyun suddenly told her that she and Concubine Ning were very imaginative.
These words were like an invisible thorn piercing her heart.
Originally, it was neither painful nor itchy, but when Zhu Feng touched it—
She said softly, "Your Majesty, what's the matter?"
"..."
"Last night, what happened?"
"..."
"Concubine Ning, she..."
"Do not ask!"
Zhu Feng interrupted her all of a sudden: "These things have nothing to do with you!"
Nanyan's breath cooled down.
She said, "It has nothing to do with me?"
"..."
"If it has nothing to do with me, why did the emperor come to me again?"
"..."
"Am I just a tool to calm my mind for the emperor?"
Zhu Feng frowned, released his hands holding her tightly, raised his head to look at her, Nan Yan looked solemn, and said seriously: "Did the emperor not even tell the truth to me?"
Zhu Feng's breath became heavier.
"You know, what are you talking about?"
"Concubine, I know."
Although the two were still hugging each other, and Zhu Feng's heavy body was still pressing on her, their breathing had cooled down.
Nan Yan said calmly: "I know that last night, the Emperor went to Concubine Ning."
"..."
Zhu Feng's deep eyes flickered slightly: "I'm gone, how is it?"
Nan Yan took a deep breath: "I know that all the women in this palace belong to the emperor, and so does my concubine."
"..."
"Although the emperor allows the concubine to be jealous when there are only two of us, but the concubine will not be really stupid enough to be jealous."
"..."
"Whoever the emperor wants to favor, even my concubine can't stop it."
"..."
"But, wouldn't it be okay to ask the emperor to tell the truth?"
Although I said that I would not be so stupid as to be jealous, but at this moment, the pain that was faintly boiling in my heart was clearly jealousy.
Thinking of this moment, the arms embracing him, and this strong body.
Maybe last night, they...
Thinking of this, Nan Yan's heart was inevitably pierced with pain.
She understood very well that a man would not be indifferent to a stunning beauty like Qin Ruolan for no reason.
His indifference to her may be due to the entanglement between them in the past.
That is what I don't know.
I have already given my heart completely to him.
But he was unwilling to tell himself the truth.
Thinking of this, the bitterness of being let down came up like a tide, and Nan Yan's eyes gradually became moist.
She said softly: "Can't you?"
At this moment, Zhu Feng's gaze completely turned cold.
He looked down at her, and after a while, he let go of his hands without hesitation, and stood up from the bed.
Then, he left without looking back.
Nan Yan lay on the bed blankly, listening to his walking away, tears flowed down silently.
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For a whole day, Zhu Feng did not come again.
Aunt Tongyun and Ran Xiaoyu didn't know what happened, but they could understand that maybe her "great favor" was about to pass.
The entire Yikun Palace looked gloomy.
Until the evening.
Aunt Tongyun told the people in the imperial dining room to reheat the food and bring it to her.
"Your Majesty, at least take a bite."
"..."
"You haven't eaten all day."
"..."
"If this continues, what should I do if I'm sick?"
Nan Yan sat by the table, looked at the flickering candles on the table, and shook her head slightly: "I can't eat."
In fact, once Zhu Feng left, she also regretted it.
Marrying the emperor and becoming his concubine, these things have long been expected
Why did I have to say those things to him impulsively
But-
The thorn in my heart is still hurting.
She was no more relaxed than Zhu Feng.
Thinking of this, she frowned, and gently covered her face with her hands.
Aunt Tongyun sighed softly.
At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and someone came to the door: "Imperial Concubine."
Nan Yan hurriedly raised her head.
It was Ye Zheng's voice.
Standing at the door was Ye Zheng.
"How did you come?"
"..."
Ye Zheng walked in slowly, looked at the untouched food on the table, and at Nanyan's haggard appearance.
I couldn't help but sighed softly: "You two, it's really a headache."