Nanyan was sweating coldly.

If this is true, Zhu Feng has been in the palace and listened to her advice and put the palace maids in the harem who were still guilty and returned to the ward. Maybe the people who used the art of disgusting victory will be among them.

Then, will he be in danger?

Seeing Nanyan's pale face, Mrs. Jiahe seemed to understand something.

She whispered: "But don't worry too much, just now it was just my guess."

“…”

"Besides, there are so many famous doctors and good medicines in the palace, so there will be no problem."

Nan Yan looked at her gentle eyes and nodded gently.

"Um."

At this time, Xiaotu ran over with a small bow: "Beautiful sister, come and shoot arrows with me."

"Ah? I won't."

"I can't learn it."

Mrs. Jiahe said: "Little pig, don't do anything bad. Sister Nanyan came to our house to cultivate because she was not in good health. She couldn't shoot arrows."

"oh……"

When the little pig heard this, he hurriedly put away the bow and arrow.

But there was still a look of loss on his face.

Nan Yan couldn't bear to let him down, so he said, "Then, are there any other games, I can play with you."

Xiao Tong thought for a while and said, "Put the pot, you don't need to spend any effort to throw the pot. Mom, is that okay?"

Mrs. Jiahe thought for a while and said, "This is good. You can move without much effort, and you are not afraid of being hurt."

Nan Yan smiled and said, "That's it."

Soon, someone brought a wine pot and placed it on the grass. They took the arrows and threw them into them one by one.

Mrs. Jiahe seems to like this event very much, and she joined.

Pot throwing is a very ancient game. It is said to have been passed down from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. It is similar to archery, but it does not require too much field or effort.

Everyone stood ten steps away and threw arrows at the wine pot.

If an arrow can be thrown into the pot, it will be considered a win.

Although Xiao Teng is young, he is very stable at work. He seems to have obtained his father's true teachings. Four or five of the ten arrows can be shot in.

After the shot, the sound of snatching continued to sound.

However, Nanyan has always been absent-minded.

She was always thinking about who it was, what was his purpose in using the art of aversion to victory in the palace?

Time passes by little by little.

Jian Ruocheng sat on a chair beside the wall of Wuying Hall, helping Zhu Feng copy the documents.

Early in the morning, he called himself into the palace, thinking that something was big, but after he came, he found that nothing was wrong.

It's just copying documents.

I am the right chief of the Secretariat to do such a miscellaneous job.

He sighed, rubbed his slightly sore wrist and continued to write.

Zhu Feng, after reviewing a memorial in his hand, raised his head and looked at him.

In fact, last night, I almost didn't sleep in the car. I called him into the palace early in the morning, and I couldn't sleep well. At this time, I was very tired.

Xiao Shunzi next to him saw that he was tired, hurriedly brought a cup of tea.

Zhu Feng took a sip and gave Jian Ruocheng the tea. The king and his minister sat quietly opposite each other, and the heat of the tea steamed up, making the hall look particularly quiet.

Zhu Feng hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help it and asked, "How is she?"

Jian Ruocheng looked up at him.

"The female official in the department had been placed last night, but early this morning, the emperor asked the minister to enter the palace and had not had time to take care of her."

“…”

"The emperor forgives his crimes, and I will take care of him more."
Chapter completed!