The noisy sounds outside gradually faded away.

Zhu Feng originally frowned, intending that if Ye Zheng's voice was louder, he would go out and kick him away, but fortunately, they all walked away.

When I lowered my head, I saw Nan Yan sitting beside me, hanging her head, gently shaking the cradle beside the bed with one hand.

In the cradle, a pink and red baby was sleeping loudly.

This is the first princess of Changping Dynasty.

It was also his first daughter.

Princess Anping.

I gave her this title just to hope that she can be safe and secure in her life without any ups and downs.

After all, her mother has suffered a lot.

Thinking of this, Zhu Feng looked at Nanyan again. After only two days, she was haggard again. The little energy she had finally cultivated was almost consumed in the past two days.

But Zhu Feng couldn't scold her.

Lost grandmother, lost again

Thinking of this, the unhealed wound in his heart seemed to have been torn apart by blood again.

He reached out and held Nanyan's hand, preventing her from shaking the cradle again.

He said softly: "Anping is already asleep."

“…”

"You don't have to shake it anymore."

“…”

"Sleep for a while, you didn't sleep last night."

Nan Yan said softly: "I, I still want to look at her."

"Nanyan..."

Zhu Feng breathed a little while, grabbed her slender arm and moved her body over and pointed it at him.

This time, she could see her red eyes, slightly swollen eyes, and sharpened chin.

It is so haggard that it makes people feel distressed.

Zhu Feng looked at her quietly for a while, but he couldn't say a word.

The two of them met in front of each other.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally sighed and said, "Don't think about it."

“…”

With just three words, I saw tears rolling down from Nanyan's eyes like broken beads.

This is the first time he has persuaded her in the past few days.

It was also the first time he saw Nan Yan crying in the past few days.

After waking up from a coma and calmly accepting everything, Nan Yan never cried again, and even the dead boy did not ask again. However, every night, the two of them slept in the same bed, Zhu Feng could feel that her quiet body was being tortured.

Her heart was tearing and bleeding.

But he didn't ask anyone for help.

And this time, when he finally saw her crying, Zhu Feng reached out and hugged her into his arms, letting her face press on his chest. After a while, tears wet his clothes and felt a sense of wetness and coldness on his chest.

Nan Yan whimpered and cried: "Master..."

"Um."

"Why?"

“…”

"Why can't our children all survive well?"

Zhu Feng's heart was also in pain.

These days, he has not stopped asking questions, not only asking himself, but also asking God.

He was so looking forward to this son, and even set his whole life before he was born. He wanted to make him his own prince and inherit the Great Yan Dynasty. He wanted to do everything to the best of his ability and hand over the prosperous times he could create to the hands of this child.

But

But the one who died was this child.

Did you do something wrong?

"Your Majesty, did I do something wrong? So God wants to punish me and take that child away?"

“…”

"If so, why not take me away?"

"Nanyan!"

After hearing this, Zhu Feng's heart hurt even more.

He hugged her tightly in his arms and said heavily: "I don't allow you to say such things!"

“…”

"Everyone can leave, anyone can leave."

“…”

"But you can't!"

“…”

"Did you hear it? Without my permission, you can't go anywhere!"

Listening to his domineering words, Nan Yan was sad and moved, crying so hard that she couldn't speak. She could only hold him hard and vent all her grief.

Finally, she almost fainted from crying in his arms.

I don’t know how long it took to wake up slowly.

A large area of ​​Zhu Feng's chest was wet with tears, and his wet clothes were pressed against his face, and he felt cold.

However, behind the clothes was Zhu Feng's warm chest, which brought her a little warmth.

Nan Yan couldn't help but raise his head.

But I saw Zhu Feng holding me and it turned out that he was asleep.

He hasn't had a good time these days.

He stayed with him every day, but Nan Yan knew that in fact, he didn't feel better than himself.

He is more looking forward to the arrival of this child than himself.

Moreover, it was also his choice that he did not let the imperial doctor induce labor for him when he was rescued, but instead let him take care of his body.

If the child could induce labor earlier, wouldn’t the child have to die?

However, he would rather take such a risk than be hurt by himself. This man has really done too much for himself.

But, even a prince he was looking forward to could not be given to him.

Thinking of this, Nanyan became even more sad.

It seemed that he could feel the person in his arms trembling slightly. Zhu Feng was already sleeping lightly, but at this time he frowned slightly and opened his eyes again.

He lowered his head and met Nanyan's eyes.

The two looked at each other for a while.

"emperor……"

"Nanyan."

"Your Majesty, you"

"Don't be sad anymore."

Originally, Nan Yan was still thinking about how to comfort him, but unexpectedly, Zhu Feng was the one who spoke first.

And this statement made Nan Yan's eyes feel hot again.

However, tears could no longer flow out. Perhaps because they had just dried up, she could only whimper and hug him.

Zhu Feng also hugged the little woman in his arms tightly. Now she is the mother of a child, but no matter what she has experienced, she still likes to get into her arms.

Because for her, she is the one who can protect her.

Zhu Feng said softly: "I know you are sad, and I am sad too."

“…”

"But no matter how sad it is, things have already happened."
To be continued...