Just when Zhu Feng frowned and thought he was about to leave like this, he suddenly opened his eyes again and said to Zhu Feng: "Don't blame me...."

Zhu Feng's breathing was suffocated.

The next moment, a strong wind suddenly rolled out outside, blowing the heavy tents flying, and the cold wind poured into the tent. The old uncle's face, which suddenly seemed to be blown away, slowly fell down softly and closed his eyes.

"Father!"

This time, Chen Zixiao could no longer control himself and rushed forward.

I reached out and held the old uncle's rough big hands, and I felt something was being pulled away at this moment.

He lost his whole life.

"Father!"

Chen Zixiao shouted, tears couldn't help but burst out from his eyes, and he lay on the edge of the bed and started crying.

Nan Yan and Heyi also walked up. Although Heyi tried his best to hold on to Chen Zixiao's trembling shoulders, he couldn't say anything about comforting him. He could only hold back his red eyes and turn his face to one side; while Nan Yan couldn't help but roll down his tears, turned around and buried his head on Zhu Feng's shoulders.

It was not until this moment that she felt that Zhu Feng was a little stiff.

While crying, Nan Yan looked up at him with tears in his eyes: "Master...?"

Zhu Feng was still silent. After a long time, he looked down at her. His eyes were also blood red. I didn't know if it was because of the torture that night or because of the words left by the old uncle before his death.

After a while, he said in a hoarse voice: "Zixiao, you must mourn."

Hearing this, Chen Zixiao gritted his teeth and held back his tears. He slowly turned his face moistened by tears and said with difficulty: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

At this time, He Yi came up and said softly: "Your Majesty, please move to the tent over there to rest. Leave the matter here to the Weichen."

Zhu Feng looked at him deeply.

This time, under the flashing candlelight and the gloomy atmosphere, there was a little murderous intent.

Nan Yan was just watching from the side, feeling the chill was biting and trembling involuntarily.

However, Heyi's face remained unchanged. He just lowered his head and stood in front of Zhu Feng, lowering his hands, allowing Zhu Feng's blade-like gaze to scrape him from head to toe.

After a while of silence, Zhu Feng spoke. His hoarse voice sounded like a rough gravel that had been sharpened by the blade, giving people a harsh and even more harsh feeling. He said deeply: "Heyi."

"I am here."

"Of course, I'll leave the things here to you, but you still have to know what to do."

"I understand, I understand."

Zhu Feng glanced at him again and then said, "Escort the uncle back to Handongwei tomorrow morning."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the cold tent.

Nan Yan hurriedly followed out, and it was still stormy outside. Before the waiting people could even open the umbrella, Zhu Feng crashed into the wind and rain, scaring Xiao Shunzi to death. Just as he was about to catch up, the imperial concubine who was following behind turned around and made a gesture to him. Xiao Shunzi understood and stopped immediately.

Fortunately, the emperor did not stay in the wind and rain for a long time, and soon returned to his own tent.

Someone sent a simple earthen furnace in at some point. Maybe he felt the cold night rain and was worried that the emperor and the imperial concubine would suffer from the cold. The two walked into the tent from the wind and rain, and immediately felt a warm feeling coming towards him. This contrast stimulated Zhu Feng to stand in place, and his whole body could not stop trembling.

Nan Yan immediately stepped forward: "Master, please change your clothes."

Zhu Feng stood still.

Nan Yan thought about it and didn't say much to him anymore. He stepped forward and took action himself, softly unbuttoned and pulled off his clothes. Zhu Feng stood there like this, allowing her to move up and down a little bit. While doing things, Nan Yan looked up at him. Both of them were wet, tears and rain mixed, cold and hot, making people feel a little at a loss in such a chaotic rainy night.

Nan Yan said softly: "If the emperor feels uncomfortable, can you say a few words to me?"

“…”

"No matter what, don't just keep it in your heart."

“…”

"Uncle he—"

Before she finished speaking, Zhu Feng spoke, his voice was hoarse than before, and he also felt a little choked, saying, "I am not sad. He was very young when I was a monk at that time. Over the years, there was no news except for sending his three sons to me. This time, if he did not appear, I would almost forget this elder."

Nanyan Road: "Yes."

Zhu Feng continued: "But I didn't expect that he would come from afar with such a severe illness and would go all the way to ask for this heavy rain for me."

Nanyan nodded.

At this time, she had already taken off Zhu Feng's coat and wrapped it in her hand. Just as she was about to put it aside, she heard Zhu Feng gritting his teeth and saying with a little ruthlessness: "But he is like this, why, I don't even want to give it to me the last word!"

Nanyan suddenly felt a sudden thrill in his heart.

In fact, she heard what the old uncle said when he was half unconscious, and also heard what he said to Zhu Feng after he woke up.

But what does that mean?

Don’t blame him? What did he do? You still have to ask the emperor not to blame him when he is dying?

She thought for a while, then lowered her head and said softly: "I think these words have been buried in my uncle's heart for a long time. If he continues to hide them, it is OK. But he said it at this time. I thought, maybe for so many years, it is not the emperor who suffered alone."

“…”

"He is willing to say that the emperor knows at least some of this."

Zhu Feng smiled bitterly, turned around and walked to the bed to sit down. He had only a thin dress on his body, and the collarbones on both sides of his shoulders were timid, giving people a little thin feeling.

This is something that has never been done in the past.

He said, "What can I know?"

Nan Yan looked at his eyes that were constantly red, and even his nose turned red. He suppressed the bitterness in his heart, held his clothes in his arms, walked over and squatted in front of him, and said softly: "Did the emperor hear anything from his uncle's last words?"

“…”

Zhu Feng was slightly stunned.

He realized that Nan Yan was really helping him analyze the words that were completely useless in his opinion.

So he frowned and thought, "Don't blame them, they...?"

Nan Yan said: "He said, don't blame him, I know what's going on. So, what about them?"

“…”

"Have the emperor ever thought about it, who are they?"

Zhu Feng shook his head.
Chapter completed!