Zhu Feng said in a hoarse voice: "I am worthy of being my son."

When he heard his voice not only hoarse, he also had a trace of trembling, but his whole body was a little muddy. It seemed that the words he asked just from Wen Wuyu's mouth were really just crazy words, with no value at all. Nan Yan was watching from the side, and his mood became heavier.

She thought for a while, stepped forward and said softly, "Don't disturb your father, go and heal your injuries."

Zhu Chengjun said obediently: "Yes."

After saying that, he curled up back to the bed.

Nanyan walked to Zhu Feng again.

Although he looked very calm and was too gentle when talking to his son, Nan Yan saw his flashing gaze at a glance, and had never been so fragile. Nan Yan thought for a while, reached out to hold one of his hands, felt that his fingertips were as cold as ice, so he held them a little hard in the palm of his hand, and then said gently: "Your Majesty, the emperor has been there all night and went to fight to kill the enemy again. Let's put it aside for now. Anyway, I'm still here, so the emperor can find out anything. Now, let me go and rest with you first, okay?"

“…”

Zhu Feng didn't say anything, but just lowered his head and was silent for a long time before looking up at her.

The two looked at each other quietly for a while.

He nodded slightly: "Yeah."

So, Nanyan took his hand and took him out of the tent like a mother leading the child. The servants outside immediately came forward and had already set up a tent for the emperor and the imperial concubine next to him, so Nanyan took him in.

Here, there is no difference from the previous two tents.

The bed was still made up of stools, and the bed was covered with felt thicker than the ones of the old uncle and Wen Bieyu just now. In addition, there was a table with some simple tea and two bowls of hot soup on it.

The air was filled with a little smell of rice soup.

Nan Yan then realized that since they came here to prepare for the war yesterday, they had never eaten anything else, and hadn't even drunk a drop of water. Until now, they were almost soft. If they hadn't had such a little thing in their hearts, they would have really been unable to hold on.

So, Nan Yan led Zhu Feng to the bed and sat down, turned around and prepared to get hot soup for him to drink.

But as soon as she turned around, her hand was pulled.

Looking back, Zhu Feng was sitting next to the bed. Although his face still had no expression, he was as calm as a wasteland without wind and rain, exuding a desolate atmosphere. However, his hand was holding her tightly, as if he was afraid that he would lose her once he let go.

Lost a lot, too.

His fingers were still trembling with difficulty.

Nan Yan thought about it, then walked back, squatted down and looked up at him: "Master..."

“…”

"Did the emperor think of something, or did he want to say to his concubine?"

Zhu Feng didn't say anything, but the hand that grabbed her hand exerted a little harder and the trembling traces became more obvious.

Nanyan took a deep breath.

She knew that if Zhu Feng had not discovered some terrible truth from Wen Wuyu's crazy words, it would have been another even more terrifying thing - his memory, had been touched.

Every time, when the memories he lost are touched, he will do so.

If it were a few years ago, Nanyan would have died of panic.

However, although she was worried, she was not panicked, because of Xue Yun's relationship with Zhu Feng's poison had been relieved. When it was touched by memory, he no longer went crazy like he did back then. On the contrary, he could face it calmly and even rationally.

But calmness is calmness, reason is rationality.

Pain is another matter.

Judging from his current appearance, I am afraid he is suffering inside.

Nan Yan leaned into his arms, held his hand with his backhand, reached out with his other hand and gently stroked his chin, his thin cheeks, and his lowered eyes, and said gently: "If you don't want to say it, forget it. If the emperor wants to say it, just tell me. Anyway, I've been there all the time."

“…”

Zhu Feng was silent for a while.

He still didn't say anything, but used some force on his hand to drag Nanyan into his arms, hugged her hard, and then slowly lay down on the bed, burying his face into Nanyan's shoulder.

A warm breath sprayed on Nanyan's neck, which was a little itchy and savory.

But Nan Yan did not struggle. Instead, after thinking for a while, he hugged the man in his arms more vigorously.

Zhu Feng, from the first time he appeared in front of her, it was like a mountain. Over the years, the mountain has become more majestic and tall. But at this moment, when he hugged him tightly, Nan Yan suddenly felt that he had lost a lot of weight. Although he knew that his health was not as good as before in recent years, touching his high and raised back and feeling his thin waist, Nan Yan realized that he might need more protection than himself.

Nan Yan gently stroked his back and said softly: "I'm here, I've been there."

Zhu Feng hugged her hard, and after a long time, he said, "They took away that child."

"ah?"

Nan Yan was a little confused, she didn't understand this either.

Zhu Feng's throat choked again before he said, "Wen Wuyu said, the child who lost his mother - it's not Wen Bieyu."

Nanyan nodded: "I know."

Of course it was not Wen Bieyu. Wen Wuyu should have been stimulated by some things and thought of the past in a daze. Wen Bieyu, who was unconscious, might be the son of someone in his vague memory, that is, the woman he mentioned, who was killed by the old uncle.

Zhu Feng said: "They took him away."

"them……"

"Yes, they."

Zhu Feng's voice became hoarse, as if it came from the bottom of his heart: "That is, uncle..."

“…”

"My uncle killed a woman and took away a child."

Hearing this, Nan Yan's heart suddenly stumbled.

She came to her senses.

The old uncle killed a woman and took away a child.

No matter who the woman is, that child—

Could it be the old uncle's child?

After thinking about this, Nan Yan immediately denied her thoughts. She had heard that the old uncle's wife died of illness in the imperial city and was not killed here, so the child would not be Chen Zixiao or Chen Yiliu. Although Chen Xuan looked like the old uncle, his age was not right. At most, he would only be a baby in China in the cradle. Since Wen Wuyu regarded Wen Bieyu as that child, at least that child was about ten years old.

At about teenage years old...
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