Nan Yan was stunned. The two of them were so fast that they went back and forth, and they didn't say anything, and they didn't know what was going on.

Why did you leave suddenly?

She was full of doubts. At this time, Ran Xiaoyu returned to Yeting. Seeing her standing at the door, she said, "You are in poor health, why are you doing standing in this wind?"

Nanyan told her about the matter about Dr. Chen just now.

Ran Xiaoyu frowned slightly: "What's going on?"

"I don't know either."

“…”

"They suddenly left and didn't say anything to me."

Ran Xiaoyu looked at her in confusion, then looked out the door and said, "It's not true, I won't treat you anymore, right?"

Nanyan's heart trembled.

If I asked Dr. Chen to come to see me, that was the emperor's order. So, who else could let him ignore me?

Just thinking about this, her heart sank for a moment.

Ran Xiaoyu seemed to have thought of this and waved her hand quickly: "No, the emperor is not a child, how could he be fickle? He probably has something urgent, it's okay."

“…”

Nan Yan was stunned for a while, nodded gently, and followed her back to the room.

When Ye Zheng arrived at Wuying Hall, Zhu Feng was dancing his sword outside the hall.

A long steel sword was used freely in his hands, like a dragon shuttled through. Gradually, his body became faster and faster, and the sword dance became stronger and stronger. At this moment, the sword had turned into a cold light, and the light followed him, and he was frightened step by step.

Ye Zheng frowned when he saw it.

He followed Zhu Feng since he was a child and knew that he had to practice swords every day, but he always was in the early morning.

If he practices swords at another time, there is only one possibility

He had murderous intentions in his heart.

He didn't know who he had murderous intentions for or something, but he couldn't vent his anger. He could only use the method of dancing swords to release his anger in his heart.

Ye Zheng couldn't help but feel a little shocked.

He knew that Zhu Feng was very angry and could not even resolve He Yi. In the past, when he was still the King of Yan, he had murderous intentions in his heart and could lead the army to go on a war at any time. If he found the country's army, he would be hit by a head-on attack.

But now, he is already the emperor.

If he has the intention to kill

Thinking of this, he took a step forward carefully.

But at this step, Zhu Feng's last momentum pointed his sword straight at him. Ye Zheng was stunned and forced to take two steps backwards by the oncoming sword energy.

Zhu Feng's wrist moved slightly.

The sword tilted his eyebrows and passed his right temple, and there was only a whoosh.

Wherever the sword energy arrives, the fallen leaves collapse.

Ye Zheng looked back and saw that the tree behind him shook slightly, and the yellow dead leaves fell slowly and fell on his shoulders.

A drop of cold sweat also flowed down his forehead.

He whispered: "Master..."

Zhu Feng didn't look at him and turned around and walked towards Wuying Hall.

The setting sun was like blood, reflecting on his broad shoulders and on the long sword in his hand. The sword edge seemed to be dyed with blood.

Ye Zheng hurriedly followed and walked into Wuying Hall. Zhu Feng put the sword back into the scabbard and pulled the towel on the wooden rack to wipe the sweat on his body. It was winter. He was only wearing a thin long gown and was sweating profusely.

Ye Zheng has never seen this situation except killing on the battlefield.

He said with some concern: "Emperor..."

Zhu Feng sat on the edge of the bed and said coldly: "What are you going to say?"

“…”
Chapter completed!