Although it is still winter, the ice and snow have not yet subsided and the road is difficult to move, Zhu Feng is determined to go south, and people from all counties can only serve carefully, sweep away the ice and snow on the road, and Emperor Rong's car is passing through.

The imperial guard arrived in Tianjin and transferred to the waterway.

I originally thought that after experiencing the previous few bumps on the water, Zhu Feng would be better, but I didn't expect that this time, he was more dizzy than before.

Not long after I got on the boat, I was already in a state of scattering. I was sitting in the cabin and vomiting a lot.

Nan Yan looked at him as he was about to vomit bile, and felt distressed and anxious. While reaching out to pat his back, he kept patting him to relieve his anger. He looked up and asked Wang Baizhi: "What's going on? Why did the emperor vomit so much this time?!"

Wang Baizhi didn't bother to answer the imperial concubine's question at this time.

First, he sat up with Zhu Feng, wiped the filth around his mouth with a handkerchief, and then used a needle to pierce several of his acupoints. Seeing that Zhu Feng's face was still pale, he did not vomit any more, Nan Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Baizhi also reached out and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

He pulled Nanyan aside and said softly: "Empress, seasickness is not only related to the body, but also to the state of mind."

"Mood state?"

When Nan Yan heard these two words, he frowned.

She turned around and looked at Zhu Feng, who was sitting on the head of the bed, with a pale face and almost dying look.

Wang Baizhi said softly: "All civil and military officials in the court know that the matter is a knife that was stabbed in the emperor's heart, but the emperor has never vented it. This emotion has been pressing on the emperor's heart."

“…”

"It is impossible to be able to relax if a person bears such a heavy burden."

Nanyan bit her lower lip.

Don't she know?

Zhu Feng did not make a big cry because of Ye Zheng's death, but he could not even control his emotions in the prince's mansion and vomited blood, which shows the blow to him.

But, he doesn't want to vent, so who can do anything to him?

How could she not know? Zhu Feng kept holding on to this tone.

Until the day he avenged Ye Zheng, he would never reveal any of his emotions again.

So he said, "No matter what the emperor wants to do, only the emperor can make the decision. I want to ask you how to slow down the current situation of the emperor. If this continues, I am afraid that before I reach Xingluo Lake, the emperor's dragon body will not be able to hold on!"

Wang Baizhi sighed and said, "This is all I can do is to trouble the Empress to help the Emperor to enlighten him more."

“…”

"If the weather is good, go out to have a walk and move around, and you won't vomit so badly."

Nan Yan said: "Okay, I understand. You should go down and ask the pharmacy to prepare some medicine. Later, I will serve the emperor personally to take medicine."

"yes."

Wang Baizhi retreated.

Nan Yan watched him walk out, and then slowly walked back to the edge of the bed. Seeing Zhu Feng gasping slightly, even his eyelashes were wet with cold sweat, covering his thin eyelids, and trembling with his breathing, he had never looked so fragile.

Nan Yan took out his handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Zhu Feng opened his eyes and glanced at her.

He said softly: "Just, what did Wang Baizhi mutter to you again? It's like I'm going to return to heaven."

Nan Yan immediately said: "Your Majesty, don't talk nonsense."

Zhu Feng chuckled. Although he was smiling, cold sweat continued to drip from his forehead. When he spoke, he gritted his teeth slightly. You can imagine that at this time he was suppressing the uncomfortable feeling in his body.

He said, "Then what did he tell you?"

He glanced at Nan Yan again, saw her thoughtful eyes and said, "Is it that you are here to persuade me?"

“…”

Nanyan also looked at Zhu Feng for a while.

But he shook his head and said, "The emperor knows what he should do, so I won't advise you. Your elder, please help you to the deck outside, so that you can feel more comfortable."

Zhu Feng glanced at her.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Although he was still uncomfortable, he forced a hand to stretch out. Nan Yan supported him, and the two of them slowly walked out of the cabin.

It was still noon when I boarded the boat, and at this time, the sun was about to set.

A bloody red on the mountaintop in the distance shone into Zhu Feng's eyes.

Although others were still weak and even breathing very quickly, at this time, Nan Yan could still see the hidden murderous intent in his eyes, hidden under the seemingly unwavering calm.

Seeing him like this, Nan Yan didn't say much.

He just reached out with one hand and gently hugged his waist, making him closer to him.

Sure enough, after a while of the wind, although it was a little cold, Zhu Feng's face improved a lot. Nan Yan felt that his arm had become colder before, and said softly: "Master, let's go back."

Zhu Feng looked down at her and said, "Don't you advise me?"

“…?”

Nan Yan was stunned for a moment, and saw Zhu Feng say, "Do you think Wang Baizhi is whispering to you, but I really didn't hear anything."

Nan Yan smiled.

Zhu Feng said: "He asked you to help me, but from the first day after Ye Zheng's story was passed on, you have never said anything to me."

“…”

"Why?"

Nan Yan looked up at his slightly red eyes illuminated by the setting sun, and said calmly: "I have been with the emperor for so many years, how could I not know what to touch and what not to touch?"

“…”

"I won't persuade Ye Zheng to do anything."

“…”

"I know, the emperor now only needs to stand by your side alone, that's enough."

The people who accompanied him before have left one by one.

From Xu Miaoyin to Xinqing, from Qin Ruolan to Ye Zheng, although Zhu Feng's memories are recovered bit by bit, the people in his life seem to slowly dissipate with the return of memories.

He was more painful than anyone else.

But as an emperor, he cannot suffer, at least, cannot show it, because once someone stabs his weakness, he will be like before.

What you have to do at this time is to accompany him quietly, not to take risks easily, and not to worry about him.

Hearing Nan Yan’s words, Zhu Feng smiled slightly.

There is indescribable relief in this smile, but there is also indescribable sadness.

He reached out and gently hugged Nan Yan's slender waist, and whispered: "By the way, you're right."

“…”

"I don't want to do anything, Nanyan, as long as you are still here, it's enough."

Nan Yan didn't say anything, but just leaned his face gently against his chest, and the figures of the two snuggled together.
Chapter completed!