Could it be that Li Bushu has any "handle" in his hands?

Nan Yan was about to say something when a creak at the door, a gentle and soft voice came: "Mother..."

She quickly turned her head and saw Xinping standing at the door wearing a thin skirt and tilted her shoes. Her eyes were wide open, and she was looking inside timidly through the gap in the wide door.

When Nan Yan saw his daughter like this, he softened his heart.

She hurriedly got up and walked over to open the door, pulled Xinping in, and said, "When did you wake up? Why don't you ask anyone to serve? Look at you!"

He is as gentle as a well-behaved little rabbit, not even speaking.

Nan Yan walked in and forced her feet into her shoes. Then she looked up carefully at Zhu Feng, but saw that her father was just holding a bowl of porridge and didn't even look at her.

She immediately lowered her head.

Nan Yan looked at Zhu Feng, then looked at her, couldn't help but smile bitterly in her heart, but also said softly: "I won't pay my respects to your father. Your father hasn't even closed his eyes since yesterday, and he will save you in the evening."

Xinping raised his hand and bowed respectfully to Zhu Feng: "My son is paying homage to my father."

Zhu Feng was still drinking porridge with a bowl. He had obviously not had much appetite just now, but at this time a small bowl was almost covering his face.

Nanyandao: "The Emperor."

Zhu Feng coughed lightly, then put down the bowl, took out a handkerchief and wiped the corner of his mouth, and then glanced at his daughter.

But he asked, "Are you hungry?"

Xinping was stunned for a moment, and nodded honestly.

Although she was caught by Li Bushen in the past few days, she was also frugal with food and food, but she had no appetite to eat. When she returned to the South Courtyard this morning, she was so tired that she fell asleep. She woke up from hunger just now. She followed the sound and smelled the fragrant chicken porridge in the room, her stomach started to scream.

Zhu Feng took his chin and ordered her: "Eat something first, don't be too hungry to speak."

Nan Yan then smiled and hugged Xinping, "Sit down quickly and have some porridge first."

Xinping sat down beside Nanyan. Nanyan personally served half a bowl of porridge for her. She took the bowl and drank it in small sips. As she drank, she looked up at Zhu Feng again, as if she had something to say.

Zhu Feng said lightly: "If you have anything to say, I will say it after you have enough."

After thinking about it, I started drinking porridge in big mouthfuls.

Nan Yan looked around and couldn't help but smile and said, "Slow down."

So, the family of three sat around the table. Although Zhu Feng didn't say a word, he sat down and didn't leave. Nanyan picked up some food for Xinping from time to time. Only the sound of Xinping snoring and drinking porridge was left in the quiet room, which seemed particularly homely and even a little warm.

After a while, she finally got full.

He even hiccupped.

Nan Yan held back her laughter, took out a handkerchief to wipe the corner of her mouth, and then asked softly: "Do you want to go back and have a sleep?"

Xinping shook his head and said, "My son has something to say to his father."

Nan Yan immediately raised his eyes and looked at Zhu Feng.

Although the child just came in and called him mother for the first time, from beginning to end, her thoughts were obviously on her father. Nan Yan also knew that Zhu Feng's attitude of coming back this morning would definitely make the child uneasy, otherwise she would not have come here like this.

Zhu Feng sat here without moving, as if he was waiting for his daughter to speak.

At this time, he glanced at Xinping at a glance and said lightly: "What are you going to say to me?"

Xinping pursed her lips, slowly stood up, and then knelt respectfully at Zhu Feng, saying, "My son, I thank my father for saving my life."

Zhu Feng put his hands on his knees, sat still, and said lightly: "You are my daughter, and I will naturally save you. But you know how to be grateful, which is also great."

Nan Yan smiled and said, "Get up quickly."

As he said that, he held his daughter's hand and pulled her up. He was about to reach out to help her pat off the dust on her knees, but he heard Xinping say again: "But, I don't understand one thing, so I still want to ask my father clearly."

When Nan Yan heard this, he frowned.

Could it be that Xinping wants to bring up the old things again?

She was about to say something, but Zhu Feng looked at her, and his eyes were obviously signaling her not to stop him, and then said, "What do you want to ask, ask."

Xinping bit her lower lip. Although she was obviously hesitant, she finally took a deep breath and said solemnly: "My son still doesn't understand why the father transferred all the food in Jinling and sent them to Yue State, and - even - burned the hungry people to death."

"Stay at heart!"

Nanyan yelled softly.

Seeing that the relationship between father and daughter had finally eased a little, the child was so stubborn that he still wanted to mention this matter. She was afraid that Zhu Feng would be angry again, so she hurriedly shouted at her.

Xinping was already worried and scared these two days, but when her mother yelled, she shivered and lowered her head.

However, Zhu Feng was not angry.

He just glanced at Nan Yan lightly, signaling that she didn't have to do this, then looked down at his daughter who looked red and timid, and said in a deep voice: "Do you still don't understand?"

Xinping was silent for a moment and shook his head honestly.

She really doesn't understand.

Zhu Feng said: "Then, why haven't you been angry with me anymore?"

“…”

This time, Xinping was silent for a longer time. She thought for a long time before whispering: "I just feel that many of the things my father did seem to have other profound meanings, but I just don't understand them."

Zhu Feng said: "So, you want to ask, do I have other arrangements on this matter?"

Xinping nodded.

A trace of smile appeared on Zhu Feng's face, but he did not laugh, but looked at his daughter calmly for a long time, then reached out and pressed the top of his daughter's head vigorously, before saying, "It's already much better than before to think about it."

Xinping immediately raised his head and looked at him, his eyes lit up.

Zhu Feng continued, "But, I can't figure it out, it's still not enough."

Nan Yan whispered from the side: "How old is she..."

Zhu Feng said: "It doesn't matter if it's other children that can't figure it out, because their stupidity only hinders themselves and not others; but as my daughter and princess, I should be smarter than other children and have to work harder, otherwise, in the future, I might suffer others."

This is a bit heavy.
Chapter completed!