For some reason, after hearing what Feng Shu said about Bo Wanghou, Nan Yan felt that her thoughts were even more confused.
Bowanghou, in the Western Regions.
It turned out that he really didn't die, but just disappeared. No wonder no one could find him in Yan Country, because he was in the Western Regions.
But-
Such a good Bowanghou, with a high hall and a family business, why did he go to the distant Western Regions
Nan Yan thought for a while and asked, "Did you ask him why he was in the Western Regions?"
Feng Shu glanced at her and said, "Why should I ask him this question?"
"..."
Nanyan was speechless.
Indeed, according to what Feng Shu said, she was still wandering at the time, and at such a young age, she naturally didn't know Bo Wanghou of Yan Kingdom. She only knew that this man had saved her, so why would she ask him such a question out of nowhere.
After speaking, Feng Shu glanced at the person on the painting again, and said, "Mother, why is there his portrait here? Do you know him, or—"
Nan Yan took a deep breath and said, "He is the uncle of my palace, and also the Marquis of Bowang of Yan Kingdom."
"ah?!"
This time, Feng Shu was also taken aback.
She opened her beautiful eyes wide in astonishment, looked at the person in the painting, and murmured: "Your uncle? Bowanghou? Then how could he—"
"I also find it strange and want to know the answer."
Nan Yan looked at her seriously, and said, "So if you can think of something, think about it as much as you can, and then tell Bengong."
"..."
Feng Shu didn't speak, but frowned.
Seeing her like this, she is really thinking back seriously.
After a while, a light flashed in her eyes, as if she remembered something, she said softly: "I remembered, at that time he saved me, when I woke up in his house, when I was not quite awake, I am so grateful to him, I once asked him if he was a fairy."
"..."
This sounds like something a little girl would say.
When the common people are in distress, they often pin their hopes on the gods and Buddhas, and those who save themselves will naturally be pushed to the altar by themselves.
It's not surprising that she regards Bowanghou as a god.
Nan Yan asked: "Then what did he say?"
Feng Shu said: "I remember at that time his expression was melancholy, even a little helpless. He told me - I'm not a god, I'm just a useless mortal."
Nan Yan frowned slightly.
This doesn't sound like the words of a Marquis Bowang who once called the wind and rain and helped Emperor Gao build a country.
"Why would he say that?" she said.
Feng Shu said: "I also find it strange, because at that time I had been ill for a long time and thought I was going to die, but she saved me easily, so I asked him, you saved me like a god, why? Will it be a useless mortal?"
Nan Yan asked, "What did he say?"
Feng Shu said: "He told me that although he could save me, he couldn't save the one he loves the most. He is the most useless person in the world."
"...!"
Nan Yan's heart trembled suddenly.
Can't save the one you love the most
Who is Bo Wanghou's most beloved person
Yes, Princess Tana? still-
Nan Yan stared at Feng Shu anxiously: "Did he say who his beloved is? Have you seen the people around him?"
Feng Shu shook her head lightly.
She tried her best to think for a while, and said, "Many years have passed, I don't remember clearly, but I haven't seen anyone around him."
"..."
"The only memory of him now is that he is a lonely and sad person from the inside out."
From the inside to the outside, there is loneliness and sadness.
Hearing this sentence, Nan Yan's heart couldn't help but ache.
Speaking of which, Feng Shu met him when she was very young, even such a young child could feel his loneliness and sadness, one can imagine how lonely and sad this person is.
The once prestigious Bowanghou was his titular uncle.
What have you been through all these years
At this moment, Feng Shu turned her head to look at Nan Yan and said, "I never thought that the person who saved me back then was the uncle of the imperial concubine."
Nan Yan glanced at her.
Feng Shu said: "Should I thank the imperial concubine?"
Nan Yan said lightly: "It doesn't have to be your person, not me; the person who is kind to you is only him, not me."
Feng Shu smiled a little: "The imperial concubine has a clear distinction between grievances and grievances."
She went on to say: "However, the concubine brought the news of Bo Wanghou to the empress, can it be regarded as the concubine's kindness to the empress?"
Nan Yan frowned slightly.
She didn't expect that someone would plot against her.
Moreover, it was Feng Shu who had been silent these days.
With a faint smile on Nan Yan's face, she said, "How does Feng Zhaoyi want me to repay the favor?"
Feng Shu rolled her beautiful big eyes and said, "Well, it's really simple."
"oh?"
"I heard that the emperor likes to drink tea. When I traveled to various countries in the Western Regions, I learned the special tea making method there. I always wanted to let the emperor taste it, but—"
She deliberately gave a wry smile: "Everyone in this harem knows that the emperor now only favors the noble concubine, the other sisters can hardly bear the rain and dew, and the concubine can't even see the emperor for several months."
Nan Yan's brows twitched unconsciously.
She sneered and said, "You want me to persuade the emperor to favor you."
In fact, these words were already very thick-skinned, but I didn't expect Feng Shu to say even thicker-skinned: "Last time at the horse race, I wanted to use my ability to win the emperor's favor, but unfortunately, I was interrupted by some things. "
"..."
"These days, I also understand that to survive in the harem, you can't live without helpers, let alone backers."
"You want me to be your backer?"
"If you can get your empress' attention, Fengshu, you will have no regrets in this life."
"..."
Nan Yan is true, she never thought that she would say these words to herself.
It was only then that I realized how omnipotent the women in the harem would be in order to compete for favor.
Speaking of which, do you live too easily
but-
How easy it is is your own business.
So she smiled faintly, and said: "So Feng Zhaoyi wants to be favored by the emperor, why—"
Feng Shu immediately suppressed her relaxed expression, and looked at her with burning eyes.
Nan Yan said: "No."
"Why?"
"Because your so-called favor is nothing more than saying a few words to let me know some dusty past events. It is not beneficial to me now."
Nan Yan smiled lightly and said, "In this harem, no one wants to trade at a loss."
Feng Shu was also a little anxious: "Imperial Concubine, for you, this is just a little effort."
"It's fine to say it's a little effort, but I still don't want to."
"Why?"
"Because," Nan Yan looked at her, and said word by word: "I-gong-she-don't-get it."