The imperial doctor came and quickly dealt with the arrow on Zhu Feng's back.

The arrow was not shot very deeply, and the arrow did not completely penetrate his back, but when it was pulled out, blood still gushed down, dyeing most of the mattress red, and Nan Yan, who was beside him, gritted his teeth with pain.

I think it was probably those pursuers who were shot when they were shot at the same time.

He was obviously shot, but he didn't say a word, and had been suffering such pain and took her back to the camp in Yongzhou.

The imperial doctor cleaned the wound, applied medicine, sutured it, and then wrapped the gauze layer by layer on Zhu Feng's strong chest and back. Looking at the pink slowly coming out of the gauze, Nan Yan whispered: "Does it hurt?"

Zhu Feng looked down at her.

The little face was wrinkled into a ball, and it seemed that she felt more painful than herself.

He coughed lightly: "It doesn't hurt."

"How come it doesn't hurt? So much blood has been shed."

“…”

Zhu Feng had to doubt whether his identity as an emperor was real.

Just now Ye Zheng dared to rush in and scold him, and even this little woman dared to refute his words casually.

But he was not angry, just watching her step on the ground barefoot and squatting in front of him, as if she had no feelings at all, and couldn't help frowning again: "I'm fine, go back and put on my clothes!"

His voice was very low, but the imperial doctor beside him shook his hands when he heard this.

Nan Yan realized that he was naked again, and he stayed here with his cloak for so long, and it was not good. He hurriedly wrapped his cloak tightly and retreated. When he turned around, he saw Ye Zheng explaining to another imperial doctor outside: "Put more dragon bones in the soup. The emperor has been tired for a day and must have a good sleep."

The imperial doctor hurriedly stepped down.

Ye Zheng turned around and saw her. Although the relationship between the two was pretty good, at this time, Ye Zheng seemed to be in the mood to greet her. He waved his hand and called the two maids over, took Nanyan back to clean, and changed his clothes.

Then, despite their dissuasion, Nanyan returned to Zhu Feng's tent.

As soon as he walked in, he smelled a strong smell of medicine inside. When he turned around, he saw that the imperial doctor took away an empty medicine bowl. Zhu Feng was already lying on the bed, with a deep feeling of fatigue on his face.

Nan Yan was about to walk over, when Ye Zheng reached out to stop her.

"The Emperor must rest."

“…”

"Don't go there anymore. Once you go there, he will definitely not sleep again."

Nan Yan heard this with a little resentment, and she whispered: "I'm sorry, Ye Zheng, you must be very angry. The emperor is alone in order to save me."

"I'm angry, but not angry with you."

Ye Zheng looked at Zhu Feng, who was lying on the bed with his eyelids slowly drooping down, and said softly: "The reason you were robbed is because we did not take the camp's attention, it is my fault."

“…”

"I'm just the emperor after all, and if he has something to do, the sky in our Yan Kingdom will collapse."

“…”

Nan Yan was silent for a while and said softly: "I know."

At this time, Zhu Feng's eyes were completely closed, and a heavy breath sounded in the tent.

He fell asleep.

Ye Zheng whispered: "Okay, let the emperor have a good night's sleep, let's go."

Seeing that he turned around and was about to go out, Nan Yan was silent for a moment and said softly: "Can I stay?"

Ye Zheng turned to look at her.
Chapter completed!