Xu Miaoyin said: "The emperor gave scholars courtesy because he knew that scholars were pillars of the country. These people were indispensable in the court or anywhere. Are you talking about politics like this so unreasonable, so I want this palace to punish you?"

Li Pan'er was so scared that she lowered her head: "I don't dare."

Although Li Paner's grade is not high, because of her background, everyone treats her similarly to Concubine Kang. As soon as she was scolded, several concubines around her stood up.

"Please calm down the anger of Empress."

"Yes, Huipin is just not worth it for the emperor's efforts."

"Please don't blame the Queen."

Xu Miaoyin glanced at them faintly.

Then he waved his hand: "Sit down."

Li Paner then sat back in the chair with everyone. Xu Miaoyin said, "I know the emperor is upset, don't talk nonsense to make things disturb the emperor. For other things, you should still remember the harem and not interfere in politics."

Everyone hurriedly said, "Yes."

The atmosphere was not very warm next time. After everyone said a few words, they dispersed.

Li Pan'er was walking on the road and was a little dissatisfied: "It was said that the harem could not interfere in politics, but the imperial concubine who lived in the cold palace had already followed the emperor to many places, and she had spoken a lot about the previous dynasty."

Feng Feng Qianyan, who was beside him, whispered: "Princess Hui should say less. The emperor treats the imperial concubine differently. We can't interfere in this."

Li Paner angrily kicked a small stone under his feet away.

She said again: "In the past, although the emperor didn't come to us very much, he could still meet him on weekdays. But recently, it's not easy to see him. Every time he goes to the Imperial Study Room to send tea, Eunuch Yu stops him."

The concubine next to her said, "Is it too?"

"We're all stopped."

"Is the emperor that upset?"

Although they talked about this, they couldn't tell the reason. They just complained a few times and then returned to their respective residences.

While they were talking, Nanyan sneezed several times in the cold palace not far away.

As soon as the force on his hand was broken, the embroidery needle pierced into his fingertips.

"Oh!"

She yelled softly. When Ran Xiaoyu, who was working on the side, heard it, hurriedly ran over, held her hand and looked at it. A drop of blood had emerged from her snow-white fingertips, condensed into a small bead.

"Why is the Empress so careless?"

While she said, she quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe her and asked, "Does it hurt? Do you want me to come here to get the medicine?"

Nan Yan was amused by her, and smiled and pulled her hand back, sucked it in her mouth, and said, "What's so fussy? You have to get medicine after a shot? If I get sick, why don't you turn it off?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Aunt Tongyun walked in from outside.

He hurriedly said, "How could the Empress say such things? She is cursing herself with her empty mouth and white teeth."

Nian Qiu also hurriedly said, "Yes, you can't say anything sick."

Nan Yan was so helpless that they had no choice but to spit three times in a row before they passed. Nian Qiu came over, looked at the thing that had been embroidered in her hand, and said, "Is the Empress Dowager going to embroider a sachet?"

"Um."

"Yes, was it embroidered according to the sachet the emperor brought?"

Nan Yan didn't say anything, and looked down at the semi-finished product in his hand.

It's a bit similar.

However, it doesn't matter what the appearance is, what matters is what the spices inside are. You should know that you can see it by disassembling the sachet, but that is the relics of Queen Chen. Of course, she cannot damage it at will, so she can only identify the materials inside by smelling the smell inside.

But the things have been stored for more than ten or twenty years, and the fragrance has become very faint.

So, she spent a lot of time these days and had not been fully matched.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps far away from outside.

The footsteps have been very familiar with them these days. Although they have not come so frequently in recent days, they can be recognized by hearing them.

Nian Qiu looked back and said hurriedly: "The Emperor is here."

When Nan Yan heard this, he first rolled up the needle and sachet in his hand and threw it back into the bamboo dumplings, took a handkerchief and gave it to Ran Xiaoyu: "Go and pack it."

This is the case every time.

Ran Xiaoyu also immediately took it and put it in the cabinet on the other side. As soon as the cabinet door was closed, Zhu Feng walked in.

Nan Yan had already stood up and bowed: "I'm paying homage to the emperor."

Aunt Tongyun and the others also knelt down and saluted together.

Zhu Feng's face was still a little tired, but he walked over immediately, grabbed her arm and pulled her up from the ground: "Get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

"You all get up, too."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Everyone stood up and hurriedly brewing tea, holding the snacks, watching Zhu Feng sit on the couch with her arm, but his hands didn't let go, and he pinched them twice: "Why are you dressed so thin?"

Nan Yan smiled and said, "It's not cold lately."

"This is Peking, unlike the south. In spring, the wind is strong, so you should wear warmer."

"I know."

Zhu Feng looked up at the bright spring scenery outside the window again. The willow branches swayed lightly in the wind. From afar, you could see the lively red flowers and green leaves on the walls, adding a bit of bright color to this spring.

But he said, "Speaking of this, Peking is just that, not as good as Jinling."

“…”

Hearing this sentence, Nan Yan couldn't help but be stunned.

You should know that Zhu Feng has been in Peking for more than ten years. Even if he has lost his memory, his favorability for this place has penetrated into his bones. Peking is equivalent to his hometown. People always prefer their hometown, so in his mouth, there is nothing wrong with Peking.

At this moment, Nanyan was a little surprised when he suddenly said that spring here was not as good as Jinling.

What's wrong with him?

She was looking at Zhu Feng's face and his face was ecstatic, but Zhu Feng looked at the spring outside and looked at her for a while. After a while, he turned to look at her: "Nanyan, do you want to go back to Jinling to see spring?"

Nan Yan was even more stunned: "Your Majesty, do you want to go back to Jinling?"

Zhu Feng sat on the mat, spread his arms and stretched his waist to make himself feel more comfortable, and said, "Of course, it's not now. It's still a while. Let's wait."

“…”

He seemed to be waiting for something.

However, since he didn't say it clearly, Nan Yan wouldn't ask.

Just seeing him leaning on the mat like this, you know that he must have sat in the imperial study room for a whole morning and had never changed his posture when dealing with the government affairs, so he is so stiff now. Usually, his back is straight like a javelin wherever he sits.

It can be seen that he is tired.

Nan Yan felt a little distressed, thought for a while, and said softly: "I'll help the emperor pinch his shoulders."

Zhu Feng glanced at her and said with a smile: "Is your hand strong enough?"

Nan Yan smiled and said, "Your Majesty, don't underestimate others."

After saying that, he moved behind him and sat down to help him pinch his shoulders.

Zhu Feng's shoulders are very wide and tight. He practiced martial arts all year round and had a strong tendon flesh on the battlefield. He was also hard to pinch. In order to make him feel more comfortable, Nan Yan pinched it twice: "Your Majesty, how about it?"

"Like a mosquito bite."

“…”

Nanyan was dissatisfied when she heard this, so she simply swung her elbow, used all her strength to drill into his shoulder.

He had already tried so hard, but Zhu Feng just hummed: "Yes, it's still done."

Nan Yan was so angry that he wanted to hit him.

But when his hand fell down, he stopped at the base of his neck and kneaded hard.

In fact, her strength is really not great. For a person like Zhu Feng with thick skin, even if he beats hard, it will have little effect on him. However, feeling a pair of soft little hands busy on his body, this feeling alone made him feel much more comfortable.

He snorted softly.

Nanyan lay on his shoulder and asked softly: "Have the emperor still bothered about the affairs of the south recently?"

Zhu Feng's breath sank slightly.

After a while, he said, "These people are not worry-free."

Nan Yan also frowned and said, "Who are making trouble?"

“…”

Zhu Feng was silent for a while before saying, "I told you before that since the incident a few days ago, the students who followed Mr. Jian to the north began to leave Peking in large numbers."

When Nanyan heard this, his breath suddenly sank.
To be continued...