"Nanyan, Nanyan, why are you asleep here?"

Li Bushu's voice sounded in his ears.

Nan Yan raised his head from his arm in a daze, looked up and Li Bushu was looking at him with concern.

Oh, it's dawn.

Last night, I actually slept on the table all night.

She hurriedly got up, patted her stiff neck while washing up with Li Bushu, and found that he had already brought breakfast to the table.

Li Bushen said strangely: "The atmosphere outside today is so strange. Everyone looks at me, and the eyes are inexplicably clear."

Nan Yan was a little nervous: "Did they say something?"

"No."

"That's good."

She breathed a sigh of relief, barely ate something, and then told Li not to go out and run around, and to go to the emperor to do something.

Li Bushu said with an unhappy look: "That person is facing you every day, why do you have to go to him?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

Nan Yan touched his hair, thought for a while and then reminded him: "You, you must listen to Lord Jian well in the future."

After saying that, he walked out.

It was cloudy outside.

The thick clouds above her head seemed to be raining, and it was like her mood at the moment.

As soon as she left the tent, she saw some generals in the army gathering, as if waiting for the emperor to give orders, but no one could actually enter his tent.

Someone was already anxiously whispering: "It's almost noon, why haven't the emperor decided yet?"

"Yes, there must be an explanation for whether to fight or to be harmonious."

"If you want me to say it, just fight! The fight will make Xiahou Jiu convinced!"

"Don't talk nonsense, you still have to wait for the emperor to decide."

Seeing the generals anxious, Nan Yan's mood became heavier. She had just approached Zhu Feng's tent. When the guards guarding the door saw her, they immediately said, "Miss Si, you are here."

"Well."

Nan Yan was a little surprised. He was not so attentive when he was in and out by himself.

She asked, "What's wrong?"

The man said, "It's okay, you hurry up and go in."

After saying that, she lifted the tent.

For some reason, his attentiveness made Nan Yan's heart heavier. She walked into the tent carefully and saw Zhu Feng sitting in front of the table at a glance.

His clothes were still drooping. He probably had just changed the medicine. His sleeves were not closed properly, revealing his strong chest on the other side. The bandage was wrapped thickly. Fortunately, there was no bleeding anymore.

I don't know if it was troubled by injuries, but his expression seemed very anxious and solemn, especially after seeing him come in.

He is also worried about that?

Zhu Feng looked at her: "You are here."

Nan Yan saluted him: "Emperor."

"What are you doing?"

“…”

"Is there anything to say to me?"

He said, pressing his hands on the table, looking at her with a pair of hawk-like eyes.

Although it was covered with clouds outside and looked very gloomy, it was still much better than at this moment. Nan Yan felt that his chest was pressed by an invisible stone, especially when facing him, he was even more difficult to breathe.

She stood in front of him, looking at the familiar, handsome face, who had rescued herself out of trouble like a god.

Maybe now is really time for him to do something.
Chapter completed!