Because there is nothing to do and because of the inner suffering, the time has become extremely long. Although it has only been more than an hour, when Nan Yan saw the triumphant soldiers from the end of the vast snowfield, he felt in a daze that it seemed that a long time had passed.

When she stood up, her legs were already cold and numb, and she even staggered for a moment.

Aunt Tongyun beside her immediately supported her.

Nanyan walked forward anxiously for a few steps and felt a few more bloody smell in the wind, but soon, surrounded by everyone, Zhu Feng's figure, who was ahead, came into view. She breathed a deep breath, stood in the wind, and let the bitter cold wind blow away the last bit of temperature on her body, until her hands and feet were cold, Zhu Feng finally returned to the camp with his horse.

Nan Yan didn't even have time to say anything, and just a pair of eyes quickly patrolled him.

No injuries.

No blood stains either.

It can even be seen that his aura is relatively stable, completely different from those of the other people in the army who have just experienced some battles.

A faint smile appeared on Nan Yan's face.

However, before she could meet her, Ying Shao and others had already stepped forward and protected His Majesty the Emperor and turned over and dismounted. Ying Shao obviously had a long time of heart and finally let go. He said, "Congratulations to Your Majesty for his triumphant success. I was so happy."

He said such a rare thing, Zhu Feng just glanced at him and waved his hand lightly: "Okay, you don't have to force yourself to say these words."

Yingshao smiled bitterly, then looked up at behind him.

The men brought out by Zhu Feng obviously did not come back completely.

Even the deputy general Tang Jichen was not among them.

If these people died in the battle just now, look at the people who came back, there were not many wounded people, and the expressions on the soldiers' faces did not have the fear and anxiety after the fierce battle. Obviously, the battle just now was not very fierce, and it would not be as if even the deputy generals around the emperor were killed in battle.

Yingshao said tentatively: "Prince, Lord Tang, he—"

Zhu Feng said lightly: "The enemy retreats, I have asked him to follow with a team of men. He will come back later, so there is no need to ask more."

Yingshao said: "Yes."

At this time, Zhu Feng coughed twice, and his face, which was not very rosy, suddenly became pale. He hurriedly reached out and clenched his fists into a fist, swaying his other hand towards Ying Shao, and turned to walk towards the camp. Ying Shao was a little worried and had to follow him, and Nan Yan had already stopped him and said in a deep voice: "Sir Ying, go and take care of the people brought back by the emperor. I have this palace here."

Yingshao said: "Yes."

After saying that, he looked at Zhu Feng's back again and his face went down with a serious expression.

Nan Yan followed Zhu Feng back to the tent. As soon as he sat down, Zhu Feng felt as if he couldn't help but cough violently. Of course, he was still restraining his voice, so the muffled coughing sound came from his chest, as if the small tent was shaking.

Nanyan stood aside and looked at him with a frown.

This cough makes me feel a little too late.

Even when Zhu Feng sat down, he couldn't straighten his waist when he coughed. He didn't even know how long he had been pressing down. From the war to the defeat of the enemy, to the triumphant return, he did not show any inappropriateness in front of the soldiers along the way, but at this time, he really couldn't hold on. He felt that the violent coughing was about to shatter all his internal organs, but he couldn't stop.

At this time, one hand stroked his back, patted it with a little force, and then wiped it down hard to help him calm down.

This hand was so familiar. It was originally a weak and boneless hand, but at this moment it seemed to carry power and temperature that was enough to make people feel at ease. Immediately, a warm current flowed into his five-pointed world, and Zhu Feng finally stopped.

But what I couldn't help was a mouthful of fishy sweetness that surged into my throat.

At this moment, the hand held another handkerchief and handed it to him calmly.

Zhu Feng frowned slightly and looked back, and saw that there was almost no one around. It was obvious that the imperial concubine deliberately shut everyone back. Only Nan Yan stood behind him, looking at him calmly.

"The emperor first wiped the concubine's veil."

“…”

Zhu Feng was silent for a moment, took it and covered it on his mouth. Even in just a short moment, Nan Yan saw the glaring redness of his palm.

Then, she slowly sat next to Zhu Feng, with one arm pressing against his back.

Zhu Feng wiped his mouth with his handkerchief, as if he was a little impatient and wanted to push her away, saying, "What do you think!"

Nan Yan said calmly: "Because the next thing I want to say to the emperor, we cannot let others hear it."

As she said that, she tilted her head and looked at Zhu Feng, her eyes flashing.

"Does the Emperor want others to hear it?"

“…”

This time, Zhu Feng's face completely sank.

He thought for a long time, grabbed the handkerchief into a ball in his palm, and then said, "What are you going to say?"

Nan Yan said: "This time I went deep into the hinterland of the grassland. How much should the emperor fight to the point and where he went to - how much should the emperor talk to the concubine."

“…”

"After all, the colder you go north, the colder you get. The situation of the emperor will only be more serious than it is now, and it is less likely to be hidden. If you still have to cover up the emperor, should the emperor let me know some truth?"

“…”

Zhu Feng's eyebrows were twisted into a lump.

Of course, he didn't think Nan Yan would really know nothing about his situation or be indifferent. He also knew that since he took her on the road, he would definitely face this moment. However, when this moment really came, he was still at a loss.

In contrast, Nanyan seemed quiet and much more at ease.

She said calmly: "For the sake of the emperor, I can even take my life. Is it that difficult to ask the emperor for a truth?"

Zhu Feng frowned and said, "What nonsense! Who is taking your life again?"

Nan Yan said seriously: "The emperor personally came to the snow and ice. He had his own plans in his heart, but he didn't know a word for his concubine. He only carried it himself, which would cost his life."

“…”

Having said that, Zhu Feng has nowhere to say.

He looked at Nan Yan in silence for a while, and finally sighed as if he had given up. Nan Yan was refreshed and thought he was going to say something. But as soon as Zhu Feng spoke, he was not talking about himself.

He said word by word: "Monk, the deadline is coming."

Nan Yan suddenly opened his eyes wide.
Chapter completed!