She turned her head and saw the familiar face in front of her.

"ah……"

Nan Yan's heart was in a state of great excitement, and he even kept thinking about what had happened. As soon as he saw this face, the excitement and joy that surged in his heart was enough to fill her whole heart, even her whole person.

Zhu Feng, Zhu Feng is by your side!

He is by his side.

Moreover, it was when I was most critical to protect myself!

At that moment, she thought it was her dream, but she felt that all this was an illusion, and she was afraid that it would disappear like smoke when she woke up, so she did not dare to be alarmed easily.

But I didn't expect that when I woke up, everything turned out to be true.

She lay on the bed, not moving for a moment, and did not do any movement, and just stared at him blankly, as if it was enough.

However, the change in her breath was soon felt by Qianmian Zhu Feng.

His eyebrows frowned slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

The two of them looked at each other unexpectedly.

"ah……"

Nan Yan looked at him and wanted to say anything, but she couldn't say a word. She wanted to speak hard and make a sound. The stinging pain from her throat made her feel very uncomfortable.

"Um?"

Zhu Feng suddenly woke up.

He was a person who had experienced in war. He had the ability to wake up from his dream at any time and immediately picked up his sword and went to fight to kill the enemy. At this time, he immediately came to his senses and immediately reached out to hold her shoulders. He said in a deep voice: "Don't speak, you are injured."

"ah……"

"Don't talk."

“…”

Nan Yan himself understood that he had just woken up, but he was excited and forgot about it.

She nodded obediently.

However, when he looked around, he was shocked.

There were still many dried blood on the ground and on the wall. Although the body was gone, she suddenly remembered what Zhu Feng did before she fell into a coma. All of those people were killed by him!

She looked at Zhu Feng again: "Ah..."

For some reason, although it was just a short voice, Zhu Feng seemed to understand what she was asking, as if he had heard her heart sound and said calmly: "Don't worry."

“…”

"I've cleaned up those people."

“…”

"No one will hurt you again."

“…”

The last sentence made Nanyan feel warm again.

Of course she believed it.

More than once, in the Yue Kingdom camp, in the deserted city of the country, now, in this strange place, every time he appears by his side in time.

If he was not the emperor, he would really have to doubt that he might be a god general sent by God to him.

Specializes in protecting yourself.

But who has such great ability and such a great pomp to protect his dignified emperor?

A smile appeared on Nan Yan's face.

It is joy, but also with indescribable sweetness.

If Zhu Feng knew that she thought so, she would definitely pinch her face hard and say the words she had already heard, "I must strangle you to death."

But, just thinking about this, her mind suddenly shook.

Suddenly I remembered the last time they met, they were already in the imperial city of Peking. In the cold palace, Zhu Feng suddenly appeared in front of her and attacked her.

Almost really strangled her to death!

Now, he is

Nan Yan thought about this and immediately raised her head to look at him, her eyes full of confusion and inquiries, but Zhu Feng had already gotten up and walked out.

Nanyan reached out to hold the bed post: "Oh?"

She wanted to get up, but when she moved, she found that her whole body was weak and she lay on the head of the bed, almost falling down.

After gasping for a while, he saw Zhu Feng walking in from outside again.

He had a bowl in his hand, steaming.

Seeing her lying on the head of the bed, she didn't say anything. She came over and helped her up with one hand, and then said, "I know you must be hungry. They also said before they left that your injury has not healed yet, so you can only drink porridge."

After saying that, he brought the bowl in front of her.

Nanyan looked down and was stunned.

Is the porridge in the bowl?

This bowl is dark, with a lot of pieces, and the smell of burnt is porridge?

Nan Yan only took a look, smelled it, and his brows frowned.

Then he looked up at him, his eyes as if saying: Are you teasing me?

When Zhu Feng saw her expression, he looked at his "masterpiece" again, and coughed a little awkwardly, then said, "This is the porridge I made."

“…”

"You drink it first."

After all, he is the emperor, and it is rare to be willing to wash his hands and make soup for others. He thought to himself that it would be better for this woman not to refuse without any ungratefulness.

And Nan Yan was also thinking in his heart.

Zhu Feng, wash his hands and make soup for himself.

Even if it is poisonous, you have to take a sip to express it.

So she reached out her hand obediently, but unfortunately she had no strength on her body. As soon as she lifted her hand and hit the edge of the bowl, she fell softly.

When Zhu Feng saw this, he frowned slightly.

To be honest, he doesn't like taking care of patients.

I don’t like to see dying people. For him, who has always been energetic, he feels uncomfortable when he sees the person who is sick in bed.

However, when he saw her weak appearance, he was not impatient.

I just felt a little indescribable feeling in my heart.

He let out a deep breath, helped the soft and boneless woman up, let her sit on the head of the bed, then took a spoon and scooped it up by himself, and blew it carefully, and then delivered it to her mouth.

“…”

Nan Yan looked up at him, and another hint of joy appeared in his eyes.

In a trance, it seemed like I had returned to the past.

They were still very close and sweet, but it seemed that since Feng Shu began to be favored, they had been in a long time since they had not been so close a few days ago.

I couldn't help but feel a little sour.

She didn't open her mouth for a long time, and Zhu Feng frowned again, but when she opened her mouth, her voice was still gentle: "Open your mouth and eat."

“…”

Nan Yan opened his mouth obediently and drank it.

I don’t know how long it took to make the porridge like this. It was bitter and thick, and it was really unpalatable. But Nanyan didn’t know if he was seriously ill. The tip of his tongue actually tasted a little sweetness in the bitter taste.

She drank it sipped.

Although it was burnt porridge, it was something to eat after all. Drinking it steaming hotly made her face look a little bloody and her spirits improved a lot.

She looked up at Zhu Feng.

Zhu Feng said: "Do you still want it?"

"Uhhh!"

This time, Nanyan shook his head very simply.

One bowl of such things is enough, who dares to ask for them again?

Seeing her appearance, Zhu Feng recovered some energy, so he put the bowl aside and said, "Okay, now you can tell me."

"Um?"

"Who are you?"

“…!?”
Chapter completed!