Nanyan said: "Xiaoyu, in fact, Yunting—"
"Okay," Ran Xiaoyu interrupted her coldly: "For a person like her, it's useless to talk too much. But you, don't you care at all?"
Nan Yan was a little surprised: "Me? What do I care about?"
Ran Xiaoyu looked at her for a while, then said calmly: "Forget it, whoever cares will know."
"..."
Nan Yan watched her coldly go to the side to sit down, as if she was not going to pay attention to her, and she was a little dazed for a while.
Who is distressed, who knows.
Subconsciously, she reached out and touched her chest—of course.
It seems that just now, when she saw Xia Yunting walking in, she also seemed to feel a little throbbing pain. Of course, it's not particularly painful.
Like, ant bites.
Although these days, she has long been used to it, and tried her best to persuade herself not to think about it, not to read it anymore.
But this kind of almost imperceptible pain always popped up when she was not alert.
But she thought, soon, this pain will disappear.
At night, when she was about to rest, Ye Zheng suddenly walked in from the outside: "Nan Yan, the emperor asked you to go there for the night."
Nan Yan was taken aback: "Huh?"
It's been a while since she was promoted to Shang Bao's female officer, and she hasn't been allowed to go to bed at night.
She thought that she would get rid of those days of insomnia from now on, why did she suddenly call her over tonight
She hesitated for a moment and said, "Did you really call me?"
Ye Zheng couldn't help laughing: "I didn't call you someone, hurry up and pack up and follow me."
Nan Yan had no choice but to sort things out a bit, and followed Ye Zheng under Ran Xiaoyu's thoughtful eyes, and when he arrived outside the Hall of Martial Arts, Ye Zheng thought about it and said, "Your Majesty, what are you doing?" It seems that I haven't slept well all day, and I'm a little angry, so be careful when you serve."
Nan Yan remembered how angry he was during the day, and only nodded slightly.
Ye Zheng walked away.
Nan Yan walked to the door, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door of the Hall of Martial Arts.
As soon as the door opened, another cold light flashed in front of his eyes.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Taking a closer look, it was Zhu Feng sitting by the bed, carefully wiping his stainless steel long sword with a silk handkerchief. Just like in the past, before going to sleep, he would carefully wipe the long sword. Although he no longer had to go to battle to kill the enemy after being enthroned as emperor, every time he looked at the cold blade, he would think of the past That period of gold and iron horses.
Only at this time, Nan Yan would see a cluster of flames from his deep pupils.
Zhu Feng didn't raise his head: "Close the door."
Nan Yan hurried in and closed the door.
After a while, the long sword was wiped clean, Zhu Feng put it back into the sheath, looked up at Nan Yan again, and said in a deep voice, "Come here yet?"
Nan Yan walked over gently.
As before, he lay down on the bed and sat himself on the edge of it.
The distance between the two was only a short distance, and soon, under the dim light, his even breathing could be heard slowly.
Nan Yan let out a sigh of relief.
But at this moment, inside the curtain, Zhu Feng slowly opened his eyes.
He originally thought that he would be able to let go of everything in his heart when he became emperor and his long-cherished wish was fulfilled, but that nightmare still haunted him.
So, he summoned Si Nanyan again.
Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a little bit disappointed, especially when I thought of her figure swaying outside at noon today, but in the end, she didn't come in.