The two of them returned to the bedroom and just walked to the door and saw Zhu Feng coming out of it. As soon as they saw them, they stopped immediately and said, "Why are you out?"

"emperor."

Nanyan hurried forward and was about to salute him, but Zhu Feng reached out and grabbed her.

He said with a little reproachful tone: "Where have you been?"

“…”

"Why not have a good rest?"

“…”

"All this is true, don't run around."

Nan Yan whispered: "I'm going to the Ki-Shang Hall."

“…”

Zhu Feng was silent after hearing this, and then sighed softly.

The two walked into the bedroom together, but Ran Xiaoyu naturally did not follow in. After retreating, she closed the door.

Zhu Feng pulled her to the couch and sat down.

Then he said, "Although it was the Queen's funeral, you were unwell. You had already fainted in the mourning hall yesterday. I also said, you would not have to go over to keep a soul."

Nanyan looked up at him.

Zhu Feng's face was even paler than the King of Wei he just saw.

He obviously didn't rest, at least he didn't sleep all night last night, his eyes were covered with red bloodshot and large blue colors in his eyes, which made him look very haggard.

In an instant, it seemed like I was ten years older.

Nan Yan could also understand the sorrow in his heart.

Whether he remembered it or not, he felt that he was staying in his body and even flowing in his blood. There were so many people in the harem, except for Concubine Shun and Qin Ruolan, who was already in the cold palace, counted the queen following him for the longest time.

Young couples should have been with each other in old age.

But now, I suddenly left first. The feeling may not be a heart-wrenching pain, but after I calmed down, I realized that it was like an ant digging into his heart little by little. Although it was not fatal, it never stopped.

That kind of tiny pain is just a constant reminder that there is someone who has been with you day and night and is once close to you.

She is gone.

No matter how much you miss or care about it, she will never appear in front of you again.

This is a separation from death.

But he was used to swallowing the pain, not saying a word, and enduring it alone.

On the contrary, I still care about myself in this way.

Nan Yan's eyes were slightly hot, and he reached out to hold his hand, feeling the force on her hand was very gentle, and Zhu Feng's heart seemed to tremble slightly.

He looked up at her.

Nan Yan whispered: "The emperor should have a good rest."

Zhu Feng looked at her, and there seemed to be thousands of words in his eyes.

But the words are only three words.

"I'm fine."

Nan Yan held his hand with both hands. Although his hands were so big and powerful, it was difficult for him to hold both hands even with both hands. However, in such a cold weather, it would be a little warm to him.

Zhu Feng held her hand with his backhand.

He said: "Your hands are so cold."

Nan Yan said: "I just came back from Jiyan Hall."

Zhu Feng sighed and said, "If the two days are not good, don't go. You should take good care of yourself. Some things happen in the palace."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment.

Originally, the funeral of the Empress of the Daxing was naturally managed by the concubines in the harem, and Nan Yan was the imperial concubine, so she had no choice but to pay attention to it.

But now, she is still in confinement.

I wanted to hand it over to Concubine Shun, but she fell ill.

Seeing that he was speechless, Nanyan recalled the situation he had just seen in the Qifang Hall, and felt a little lonely.
Chapter completed!