But even if she couldn't say it, Zhu Feng understood what she was going to say. Suddenly, his face suddenly sank.

"You compare her with you?"

Nan Yan was stunned.

The meaning of this sentence is...

Before he could fully come to his senses, Zhu Feng gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "I still want to chop her up. Why, do you want to give it a try?"

“…”

Nan Yan was silent for a moment and said softly: "I don't mean that."

"snort!"

Zhu Feng got up, walked to the table and sat down, and turned his back to her.

Nan Yan hesitated for a moment, but still stood up and walked slowly to him. After hesitating for a while, he didn't know what to say, he could only walk aside by himself, brew a cup of hot tea, and carefully hold it to him.

"emperor."

"snort!"

“…”

Nanyan looked at him, and suddenly felt a little amused.

He was obviously the noble master of the nine fives. He once commanded thousands of troops and horses to pacify the Northern Territory of the Great Yan Dynasty. Many times, he was stricter and more sinister than anyone else.

But for some reason, he showed this in front of him.

It's like

It looks like a cheating child.

Although this comparison is wrong, Nan Yan really can't find any other statements to compare it to him at this moment.

This is true, no matter whether he has lost his memory or not, he has always been like this.

Thinking of this, Nan Yan's already a little sour heart even felt an indescribable bitterness. He was like this in front of him, but did he know what kind of past he and himself have and what kind of hatred they have?

If you know, can all this be like this in front of you?

If I really lead him to Yumen Pass...

Did all this disappear from now on?

Thinking of this, Nan Yan's nose felt a little sore, and he was at a loss when he held the teacup. Zhu Feng raised his head and looked at her. Seeing her holding the teacup without saying anything, her originally pale fingertips shrank slightly.

He reached out and held her hand.

"Is it still cold?"

“…”

Nan Yan looked down at him and shook his head gently.

Zhu Feng sighed, as if he had no choice but to take her, and put her on the table, then held her hand and let her sit next to him, and then said, "How do you... want me to tell you that you can't have those messy thoughts?"

Nan Yan lowered her head and said softly: "I don't mean anything else, I just feel a little pitiful when I look at her."

“…”

"I went to the cold palace today and only gave Qin Ruolan some cold clothes. I want to go there again tomorrow, so I also gave Feng Shu two more."

Zhu Feng frowned and looked at her: "You"

Nan Yan whispered: "I don't think she is pitiful either. If I want to save her, what she deserves is what she does."

“…”

"But, people are already crazy, they are so pitiful, I have compassion."

Hearing her say this, Zhu Feng's expression softened a little. He reached out and pulled down the water droplets of the snow foam from the strand of hair hanging down in her ears, and said, "Okay, I'll follow you."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Do you want me to accompany you?"

"No, Ran Xiaoyu just needs to accompany me. The emperor should not go to a pickled place like that."

"Um."

The two of them spoke this and their tone finally calmed down.

Zhu Feng's hand stroked her hair and slowly stroked her cheeks. Nan Yan suddenly felt the temperature in his palm, which was even more permed than when he was holding his hand just now.

Her face suddenly turned red.

Subconsciously lowering his eyelids, he could feel Zhu Feng's hot eyes looking at her, and said in a deep voice: "Are you still sleeping well at night?"

“…”

Nan Yan suddenly remembered what happened that night when he lifted the quilt and let him sleep beside him.

My face suddenly became hot.

Seeing her like this, Zhu Feng naturally understood that she must have remembered what happened that night. Although several days had passed, the warm and sweet taste seemed to be still in her heart.

Nan Yan's head was about to be buried in his arms, and he whispered: "It's much better."

"Yeah?"

Zhu Feng looked at her, reached out to pinch her chin that had not been rounded these days, and said, "I came here today to see if you are 'much better'."

“…”

That's it, but Zhu Feng didn't do anything tonight.

Nan Yan's health has not been completely good yet, and he has been tired these days, so he just slept together and held the thin body with a fragrance in his arms, and did nothing.

That night, Zhu Feng slept well.

But he didn't know that Nan Yan almost didn't close his eyes all night.

Even if I closed my eyes, I could not help but open my eyes when I heard his uniform and long breathing in my ears, and looked at the familiar outline that was so close to me with the dim light outside the window.

In the darkness, her eyes flashed.

The contradictory thoughts were like a mess, tangled in her heart. Nan Yan sighed helplessly and silently.

Finally the next morning.

Zhu Feng slept very well, and he was busy these days and had a rare sleep.

He opened his eyes and heard the sound of falling snow outside, with the morning light slightly dew, but in the white snow, there was still a brilliance outside.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw Nanyan in his arms.

The little woman was leaning in her arms, her cheeks were also pressed against his chest, and as she breathed, her eyelashes squirted gently.

Zhu Feng couldn't help but lowered his head and pecked her forehead.

Nan Yan could not hold on when it was almost dawn, so he closed his eyes and took a nap. At this time, he immediately opened his eyes and looked at him blankly: "Your Majesty..."

"woke up."

“…”

Zhu Feng smiled: "It's snowing outside."

"ah……"

Nanyan slowly got up from his arms and looked at the window.

When Aunt Tongyun and the others heard the noise, they came in to serve them to wash up. Because there was a court meeting today, Zhu Feng put on his clothes and was about to go there without even eating.

He walked to the door, looked back at Nanyan, who was still red in the corner of his eyes, and said, "It's snowing outside. It's too cold. I'll go tomorrow."

Nan Yan whispered: "I'm not afraid."

"Let Ran Xiaoyu be with you."

"yes."

Zhu Feng left now.

Ran Xiaoyu was combing Nanyan's hair. When she saw him leaving, she whispered: "The Empress told the Emperor about Feng Shu?"

"Well. The people in the cold palace naturally have to report it, or just tell him directly."

"Too."

After a while, his hair was combed, and Ran Xiaoyu also prepared a few jackets for Feng Shu in advance. The two of them carried oil-paper umbrellas and walked out of Yikun Palace to the cold palace.

Following the road yesterday, I saw the dilapidated house in a short while.

However, today, the atmosphere is a little different.
Chapter completed!