Nan Yan bit his lower lip and said hoarsely: "I dare not let the emperor admit his mistake. This time, I am not disciplined, but my fault."

“…”

"But I just want the emperor's words."

Zhu Feng frowned slightly: "What?"

Nan Yan took a deep breath and turned around to look at him.

The two of them were so close that their chin rubbed their foreheads and their eyes were facing each other. Zhu Feng could even feel the hot breath that Nanyan exhaled, but at this moment, her breath was suffocated.

He suddenly understood.

Before she spoke, he said, "If you want to ask Xue Yun, then you don't have to speak."

“…!”

Nanyan's heart sank.

Zhu Feng said: "Don't ask me about my affairs."

Nan Yan struggled slightly, as if he wanted to break free from his arms, but, firstly, he had been sick for several days and had no strength at all. Secondly, Zhu Fenghuan's hand on her waist tightly locked her up like iron pliers.

She was not allowed to have any possibility of breaking free.

Nan Yan gasped for a few times, then stopped moving, and asked hoarsely, "Why can't you ask? She, what's the difference between her?"

Hearing this, a light flashed in Zhu Feng's eyes. He lowered his head, looked at Nan Yan's eyes that were particularly bright due to a fever, and said in a deep voice: "I want to ask you this too."

“…”

"What's different about her?"

“…”

"You can't tolerate her?"

Nan Yan took a deep breath, her body was already a little weak. Under Zhu Feng's embrace, her body was softer and weaker, but at this time, she forced herself to become firm and said, "The Emperor believes that I am a person who cannot tolerate others?"

This time, Zhu Feng fell silent.

He seemed to think seriously for a while, and then said, "You are not."

“…”

"You will advise me to go and see Concubine Hui, and you will also feel that there are few concubines in the temple. You will take the initiative to choose a concubine for me. After the Queen of Daxing left, you did what a concubine should do."

"That"

"You are not tolerant of others,"

Zhu Feng didn't wait for her to answer the conversation and said in a deep voice: "You just can't tolerate her."

“…!”

The moment he heard this, Nan Yan's heart beat.

But, can't tolerate her?

I just can't tolerate Xue Yun.

Yes, over the past few days, I have been thinking about it all the time and I can't sleep or eat. This is Xue Yun. Wu Wan has never given her this mood, Feng Qianyan has never given her, and everyone in the harem has never given her.

The only woman who seemed to have made her heart hurt was now a woman who is in the cold palace and does not care about the world.

Qin Ruolan.

But, not exactly the same.

She had been jealous and resentful towards Qin Ruolan, but she had never panic and trembled like Xue Yun. It seemed that the next moment, the next moment, she would be completely replaced by her, and everything about her would be replaced by her.

Because Xue Yun... looks so much like her.

If it's just about appearance, it doesn't matter. His appearance is just ordinary. Zhu Feng has seen too many colorful flowers and is not a person who will be attracted by appearance. If he is behavioral, speech or background, Feng Qianyan has imitated himself like this, but in the end he is just imitation, and the fake is fake.

But Xue Yun, different.
Chapter completed!