Ran Xiaoyu's breathing was suffocated.

Zhu Feng said slowly: "He is afraid he is not going well..."

After hearing this, Nan Yan's heart sank.

But she was still good. Her most worried was that Ran Xiaoyu, who was standing behind her, hurriedly turned around and looked around. Sure enough, Ran Xiaoyu's face suddenly turned pale, and there was no light in her eyes. Standing there, everyone was shaking.

Nan Yan whispered: "Xiaoyu..."

As a slave, she was a serious crime for losing her manners in front of the emperor and the imperial concubine. However, at this time, Nan Yan would certainly not blame her. Zhu Feng saw her like this and didn't say anything.

And Ran Xiaoyu bit her lower lip tightly to let

The lips were almost all broken and bleeding.

Her voice trembled and she said softly: "Ye Zheng..."

Nan Yan looked at her, then looked back at Zhu Feng, and said anxiously: "Emperor, can the emperor really be sure?"

“…”

Zhu Feng had a calm face. Obviously, this incident was also a blow to him.

He said slowly: "As long as you have a little strength, even in one breath, Ye Zheng will definitely write a letter to me personally."

“…”

"Since he is working on this 800-mile rush, there is only one possibility."

“…”

"He didn't even have the strength to get the pen."

“…!”

When Ran Xiaoyu's heart trembled when she heard him say this...

If a person doesn’t even have the strength to hold a pen, what would it look like?

She did not forget that Ye Zheng was a very energetic person on weekdays and had hardly seen him look tired; even if sometimes he was always bullied and beaten by himself, it was just a joke.

That day, when she completely angered him, she realized what the real Ye Zheng looked like.

Under his hands, he could hardly even move.

But what should such a person do not even have the strength to pick up a pen?

What's wrong with him?

Thinking of this, Ran Xiaoyu's mind was confused. She raised her head, looked at Nan Yan with red eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "Empress..."

At this time, Nanyan calmed down.

She nodded to Ran Xiaoyu, signaling her not to be too rude, then turned to look at Zhu Feng, stepped forward and said softly, "Emperor..."

"You guys go down first."

Zhu Feng sat in the chair. Although his tone was still calm, Nan Yan had already felt a faint, but unconcealed murderous aura from his slightly narrowed eyes and from his calm tone.

Ye Zheng is also special to him.

Not only because Ye Zheng was entrusted to Zhu Feng by his brother Ye Quan on his deathbed, but also because over the years, their relationship between the king and his ministers has been much deeper than that of some brothers.

If Ye Zhengruo had any accidents, Zhu Feng would probably suffer a big blow.

Nan Yan shouted softly again: "Emperor..."

This time, it was not an inquiry or a doubt, but just wanted to comfort him.

Zhu Feng slowly opened his eyes and looked at her, sighed, tried his best to soften his tone, and said, "You guys go down first, I have arrangements."

"……yes."

Nanyan nodded.

Just as she turned around and was about to take Ran Xiaoyu away, Zhu Feng suddenly said, "Nan Yan."

"Um?"

Nan Yan looked back at him.

Zhu Feng looked at him and said, "Do you have anything else to say to me just now?"
Chapter completed!