Ran Xiaoyu glanced at her, and suddenly said: "How do you say that - sour?"
"No, no."
Nan Yan suddenly came back to her senses, only to realize that she was a little strange, she hastily covered up and said, "I'm just talking casually."
After finishing speaking, he saw a few bundles piled up on the bed, and knew that Ran Xiaoyu had brought them here, so he hurriedly said, "Xiaoyu, you haven't packed your things yet, I'll help you."
After speaking, he got up and got busy.
Not only were they busy, but the entire Jinling Palace was also busy. There were people sweeping everywhere, dusting the carpets, hanging red lanterns under the eaves, and wiping every hall and window until it was clean.
The imperial city took on a new look, shining brightly in the setting sun.
Soon, the sun was setting and Jinling City was plunged into darkness.
This night was extraordinarily quiet, with no wind at all. It seemed that there was a kind of depressive emotion condensed in such a night. Of course, everyone knew why.
Because tomorrow, the new emperor will ascend the throne.
This night, for many people, is destined to be a sleepless night.
It was very late, Nan Yan still opened her eyes wide, staring at the moonlight outside the window soberly, unable to fall asleep.
In fact, for those of them who are slaves, it is the same whoever ascends to the throne, no matter who becomes the emperor, they have to live their lives, but for her, it is different.
She is a servant who follows Zhu Feng's side, and the quality of her master directly affects her fate.
Although in the past, she no longer had any hope for her future when she was drafted into the palace, but now, there is another way to go in front of her.
It's just that she doesn't know where this road with no future in sight will lead her.
She didn't even know what kind of emperor Zhu Feng would be...
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Finally came the second day.
Early in the morning, someone came to call her to Wuying Hall to wait on her. Nan Yan hurriedly dressed and went there.
As soon as he entered the main hall, he saw that tall and straight figure standing by the window.
It was Zhu Feng, who looked out the window expressionlessly.
At this time, it was just dawn, and it was still dark, but there seemed to be a light on his face, even those eyes that were always deep and bottomless were shining with light.
Hearing Nanyan's footsteps, he turned his head.
Nan Yan said softly, "Your Highness."
"You came."
He said this lightly, then turned around, walked to the bed, and spread his hands.
Nan Yan hastily stepped forward to take off the clothes from the hanger and put them on for him.
Today was the big day for him to ascend the throne, so he was naturally dressed differently. The heavy dresses were put on one after another, making Nan Yan sweat all over, but Zhu Feng still had no expression on his face.
The dark black robe, with red piping, and the dragon pattern embroidered with exquisite gold thread, not only made him look taller and straighter, but also exuded an indescribable restraint and nobility.
And his aura is also calmer than before.
Nan Yan kept her head down, focusing on what she was doing, although she could always feel that King Yan's eyes seemed to be chasing her when she was doing it.
After finally getting through this period of time, all the dresses were finally put on.
At this time, Shi Cui Yuanmei, the head of the palace, walked to the gate of the Hall of Martial Arts and said softly: "Your Highness, it is time to go to the Taimiao to worship."
Zhu Feng nodded, turned and walked out.
Nan Yan subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
However, just as she breathed out, Zhu Feng who walked to the door stopped, and said without looking back: "Si Nanyan."
Nan Yan raised her head anxiously: "Huh?"