Nan Yan's throat stuttered slightly.

Just as she was about to say something, Zhu Feng said, "In addition to these, I have a reason to go."

Nanyan slap: "What's the reason?"

Zhu Feng frowned and glanced at the document again.

Nan Yan found that his eyes were not only solemn, but also very anxious, as if something was worried about him.

He twisted the document with his fingers and handed it directly to Nanyan.

After Nan Yan accused him of guilt, he took it and looked at it. It was indeed what Zhu Feng said just now, and he said a few words to ask for good luck and congratulate Xinxi.

There is nothing else.

Nan Yan couldn't understand it, and looked at Zhu Feng in surprise: "Your Majesty, this"

Zhu Feng leaned on the back of the chair, pinched his high nose with one hand, and then said, "This letter was not written by Ye Zheng."

"ah?"

Nan Yan was shocked.

She first thought, was this letter written by someone else?

But he immediately overturned the idea since it was an urgent 800-mile rush and an important news, Ye Zheng would definitely use some special grammars that only the monarch and ministers knew.

Zhu Feng will definitely be able to tell the truth.

That handwriting

Nan Yan looked down and read it again. In fact, she had known Ye Zheng for so long and rarely saw Ye Zheng's letters, so she was not familiar with his handwriting. However, Ye Zheng followed Zhu Feng since childhood, so Zhu Feng must have recognized his handwriting.

so

Ran Xiaoyu, who was standing behind her, had been listening to the conversation between them nervously, hoping to hear the news about that person, but when he said this, Zhu Feng stopped talking and Nan Yan remained silent.

What's wrong?

That bastard, is something wrong?

She subconsciously took a step forward, but she didn't dare to speak rashly, so she could only look at Nanyan anxiously.

After all, it was sisters who were connected to heart, and Nan Yan seemed to be able to feel her anxious mood and looked back at her.

But I don't know how to say it.

Ye Zheng is now a rank-up official on the side. As long as the ordinary officials have sufficient rank, they will have a clerk around him. Of course, he is no exception. Many of the official's submissions to the emperor were drafted by the clerk and copied them by himself.

No matter how ugly the characters are, they have to be written by themselves.

This is a clear rule by the court.

However, this document that Zhu Feng values ​​so much is not written by Ye Zheng himself.

Nan Yan's breathing became tense, and she whispered: "Emperor, Ye Zheng"

Zhu Feng let out a deep breath and said, "There is only one situation in the court. Officials do not have to write memorials by themselves, but they are seriously injured and cannot carry a pen."

Hearing this sentence, Ran Xiaoyu gasped.

Zhu Feng glanced at her from the corner of his eyes.

He continued, "It has not been like this before."

“…”

"At that time, I was still the King of Yan. He went to war with the army. His right shoulder was cut and almost his arm was removed. But at that time, the letters he wrote to me were also written with his left hand."

“…”

This is not just a rule.

It is a tacit understanding between Ye Zheng and Zhu Feng over the years. No matter how smiling Ye Zheng is in front of him on weekdays, he has never broken the rules he should set.

Nanyan also broke out in cold sweat when she heard this.

Her voice trembled slightly and she said, "Then, then this time, Ye Zheng, he asked someone else to write this document to the emperor, that is,"

Speaking of this, she could hardly continue.

Ran Xiaoyu's breathing was suffocated.
Chapter completed!