"Can't sleep? Why?"

Zhu Feng said, subconsciously stretched out his hand and touched it and was shocked.

Nanyan's quilt was wet and cold, just like an ice cave. After sleeping for so long, she didn't sleep at all. And her body and her close-fitting clothes were also wet and cold!

Zhu Feng suddenly sat up.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I"

Nan Yan slowly sat up with support, and the quilt on her body slid down, and her thin clothes were wet against her body, making her look petite and thin.

Zhu Feng pinched her arm and reached out to touch her forehead.

It's also wet and cold.

This is night sweats!

Zhu Feng's brows frowned suddenly: "How could this happen?"

"No, nothing."

Nan Yan subconsciously wanted to struggle and break free from his hands, but who was Zhu Feng? His hands were like iron pliers. How could she break free from her thin arms and legs? Besides, she was sitting on the bed inside, and there was no way out.

Zhu Feng touched her twice and immediately understood.

"You've always been like this?"

“…”

"I can't sleep at night?"

“…”

Nan Yan did not answer, but his dodging eyes made a default.

Zhu Feng let out a deep breath.

No wonder these days, even though she moved out of the cold palace and arrived at her bedroom, her health did not improve significantly. Instead, she was always pale and thin, and her expression was tired every day.

How could I have night sweats all night and can’t sleep?

When Nan Yan saw that he had discovered it, he sighed softly at this time.

This situation has been going on for a long time.

The miscarriage was originally a great physical harm to the woman. She was on the way back to Beijing and had been in the quagmire for so long. The cold symptoms were so hard to cure. In addition, there was a case of changing the aconite to the fetal pill. Although she didn't drink any symptoms, the medicine was not correct, and her condition was delayed.

Later, Wang Baizhi and the others came to treat him, and Aunt Tongyun took care of him, but the situation did not improve significantly.

Only I know about night sweats. If I don’t talk about it, it will be difficult for the imperial physician to diagnose it.

Zhu Feng grabbed her wrist and dragged her into his arms vigorously, looking down at her flickering gaze: "Why don't you say it?"

“…”

Nan Yan was silent for a long time before he said in a deep voice: "Why do you want to say it?"

When Zhu Feng's breath became even heavier when he heard her say this.

In the darkness, a faint feeling of almost formed anger surrounded the two of them.

Nan Yan even felt that he was holding his wrist and was unconsciously exerting force, almost pinching her slender wrist.

Zhu Feng gritted his teeth and said, "Then what are you going to do?"

“…”

"I'm going to be sick on purpose, let me see?"

“…”

"Let me see how weak you are. Do you want me to feel distressed or to feel guilty?"

Hearing this, Nan Yan's breathing was suffocated.

She raised her head. Although the lamps in the room had gone out and were pitch black, her eyes were particularly bright. Looking at Zhu Feng, she was a little stubborn in her sadness and gritted her teeth and said, "The Emperor is thinking too much."

“…”

"I didn't want to make you feel guilty, and I couldn't make you feel guilty."

“…”

"My illness cannot punish anyone."

“…”

"I'm just punishing myself!"

“…!”

When Zhu Feng's heart sank again when he heard her say this.

"What did you say?"

Punish yourself?

His brows frowned again, and in the dark night, his eyes flashed towards Nanyan, as if a stream of light flashed by, and suddenly the words she said to herself that night, she cried and cried.

"I know the emperor blames me, the emperor hates me, because you are so looking forward to this child, and I am very much looking forward to it, but I didn't protect him well, and I put him in danger, which is not good for me."

"But the emperor, can you forgive me?"

"Because, I feel very painful, and I feel very sad."

...

Zhu Feng's voice suddenly became hoarse.

His throat choked several times, which made him almost breathless. He felt that the small body in his arms was originally thin and cold, and it seemed to be a little colder than before.

He reached out and held her in his arms.

Thinner than before.

Zhu Feng said in her ear with a hoarse voice: "You"

“…”

"Are you punishing yourself?"

In the darkness, a very low voice sounded softly.

It seemed to be responding to him, and it seemed to be unconscious, just a very light choking, but Zhu Feng felt that his stiff and cold body in his arms slowly trembled and leaned against his chest.

With a touch of his hand, tears rolled on her face.

Zhu Feng's heart was sore.

He held her tightly.

But I can't speak.

For so long, he only cared about his anger, but completely ignored that the child was really looking forward to. He grew up in her belly for so long, but left her body.

All the bloody experiences I just heard of.

But she is a real person who has suffered.

How could I blame her entirely for her and blame her, who was already covered in wounds?

He hugged Nanyan tightly.

A thin, almost inaudible cry sounded in the Yikun Palace, which was so dark that there was no trace of light. Zhu Feng hugged the thin body in his arms tightly, letting her cry bitterly, letting her hot tears flow freely, wet her chest.

That feeling is so heartache.

After a while, Nanyan finally stopped crying.

She gently broke out of Zhu Feng's arms, lowered her head, her voice still hoarse, and she said softly: "I'm lost my composure."

Although at this time, she looked alienated again.

But Zhu Feng knew that some things were still different.

He reached out, gently held her shoulder, and said softly: "Don't think so much, you must have a good rest and take good care of your body. No matter what you care about your body, you will talk about it."

"……yes."

As he said that, he was about to lie down.

But Zhu Feng picked her up. Nan Yan was shocked. Before he could react, he put himself outside the bed and covered his quilt on his body.

And Zhu Feng got into her bed.

"emperor?"

"It's okay, go to bed."

Zhu Feng also reached out and tucked her quilt.

His bed had already been sleeping warmly, and as soon as he got in, he felt comfortable.

However, Nanyan's quilt was cold. On such nights, it was really like an ice cave. Even if Zhu Feng's body temperature was higher than that of ordinary people, he was still a little trembling at this time.

I felt that he was sleeping uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!