Feng Qianyan was still in shock, and the umbrella was blown off by the wind and floated to the center of the lake. She grabbed Zhu Feng's clothes with one hand.

"emperor……"

In the rain, her eyes flashed, and her flower-like lips were moistened by the rain, exuding a seductive atmosphere.

Zhu Feng looked at her, with one hand still around her waist, and felt her waist slender, twisting inadvertently in his hands; because his whole body was soaked in the rain, there was a faint fragrance of powder, which evaporated with the body temperature, and soon dyed his whole body.

Another burst of lightning thunder.

The rolling thunder sounded on the wide lake. Feng Qianyan was shocked and let out a low voice. Both hands grabbed Zhu Feng's clothes and pressed them tightly into his arms.

"emperor!"

Zhu Feng looked down at her, motionless, and the hand placed on her waist did not move.

When the thunder passed, everything around calmed down again, only the wind and rain continued to invade them. Feng Qianyan's whole body was soaked, and even her hair was a little scattered. A few strands of black hair were pressed against her cheeks in a winding shape.

She looked up at Zhu Feng and said timidly: "Your Majesty, I'm sorry for your sins."

Before he finished speaking, he felt that Zhu Feng's hand that surrounded her waist had loosened.

Feng Qianyan's eyes fainted slightly.

She was originally soaked in the rain, but she didn't feel cold. On the contrary, when Zhu Feng's hand wrapped around her waist and when she pressed against his chest, she even felt a burst of fanaticism in her body and surged up.

But at this moment, her heart became cold again.

Still not possible?

Even though he was already so angry at Si Nanyan, he was still unwilling to spoil him?

Seeing Zhu Feng's cold face, he turned around expressionlessly, as if he was about to leave, her slender hands slowly clenched into fists in her sleeves.

And at this moment, Zhu Feng's low voice came

“Don’t lead the way?”

“…!”

Feng Qianyan suddenly raised her head, unable to believe her ears, and opened her eyes wide and looked at his back.

What did he say?

lead the way?

Zhu Feng was carrying a broad back in the wind and rain, as fierce as a mountain, but at this time, it was as cold as a rock. However, his words made Feng Qianyan become fanatical.

"Last time, didn't you want to pack my clothes for me?"

“…”

"Today, my clothes are wet again."

“…”

"You know what to do."

At this moment, Feng Qianyan seemed to rise from the abyss to the sky again. Although the heavy rain was still pouring down, she seemed to have stood at the end of the clouds, and she was a little light and unaware of it.

Zhu Feng means

She shivered and stammered: "Emperor, is the emperor going to go to Jianfu Palace? Yes! Yes! I will lead the way for the emperor immediately."

After saying that, her legs were fighting and she walked forward in a daze, but she stepped on the puddle, which immediately splashed her mud and water.

This was considered as a loss of manners in front of the emperor, but at this time, she was so excited that she didn't care about this and hurriedly walked to the front.

Looking at her back, Zhu Feng did not move immediately.

Instead, he slowly turned around and looked at the faint outline of the Jiaotai Hall opposite the lake, which was reflected in his eyes, as if there were still flames burning, which made him feel a little tingling.

And the figure of that person appeared in the flames made him even more painful.

He sneered, not knowing whether he was laughing at himself or a little persistence that he still couldn't let go of in his heart at this moment.

Then, he turned and left.

It rained all night.

The downpour of rain washed over every corner, as if it was about to overturn the entire imperial city.

When it finally came dawn and dawn appeared in the sky, everyone felt a sense of life after a disaster.

Especially, people who spent a sleepless night in the cold palace.

Ran Xiaoyu was by the bed, and she didn't close her eyes all night, making her eyes so dry that she blinked for a while, and it hurt like a knife, but she still stared at Nan Yan's pale face on the bed.

The sun shone in through the broken windows and shone on her face.

The whole face was pale with blood loss.

Of course it was blood loss. Yesterday, she saw so much blood gushing out of her body with her own eyes. Although it was not the first time she had faced such a bloody scene, this person was Nan Yan, which made her frightened.

How could such a petite, weak woman shed so much blood from her body?

If she loses this blood, will she keep going like this?

This kind of fearful thought was like a poisonous snake, tangling in her heart, so she stayed by the bed all night, holding Nan Yan's cold hand.

In this empty and quiet room, she could not even hear Nan Yan's breathing. She could only judge that she was still alive based on the almost fleeting temperature in her palm.

And the others

When Zhu Feng left and when the imperial physician stopped bleeding for Nan Yan, they all left one after another.

If it were usual, even if Nanyan was thrown into the cold palace, everyone would still be worried about the emperor and her belly was pregnant with a dragon seed, and someone would stay to visit her. But now, she has a miscarriage, and Zhu Feng left the cold palace angrily, I believe many people have seen it, and today, it has spread throughout the palace.

Everyone knows that Ran Xiaoyu also understands this

The imperial concubine Si Nanyan fell out of favor.

This is something Ran Xiaoyu never dared to imagine in the past.

She still remembered clearly that every time Zhu Feng came to Nanyan's side, his gentle appearance seemed to be really a tiger sniffing the roses; he tolerated everything about Nanyan, whether it was good or bad, and even gave her all his love, and pampered her three thousand. This was not just an ancient poem for the two of them.

But

Why did it become like this?

Just because, have you lost that child?

Perhaps Nan Yan was impulsive in this matter, but she did this because she could not ignore Jian Ruocheng's life and death. Even if time goes back, everything can be started over. She believes that Nan Yan would still choose to save Jian Ruocheng at the most critical moment.

But Zhu Feng could not forgive.

Has their path really come to an end?

At this moment, Nan Yan on the bed let out a low voice: "Ah."

He had been unconscious all night and could not even hear his breath. When he suddenly heard her voice, Ran Xiaoyu was surprised and happy, and hurriedly bent down: "Empress!"

“…”

Nan Yan frowned and struggled for a long time before opening Chaos' eyes.

She looked at Ran Xiaoyu with a little confused expression.

Seeing her haggard appearance, Ran Xiaoyu's heart was as red as a knife, and her eyes turned red, and she whispered: "Empress, how are you?"

“…”

Nan Yan didn't speak, as if half of his mind was still remaining in the chaotic dream.
Chapter completed!