Before he finished speaking, a noisy sound suddenly sounded outside. Ruoshui rushed to the door of the camp and said anxiously: "Empress, that Wen Wuyu is going crazy again!"

"What?!"

When Nanyan heard this, he hurriedly turned around and walked out.

Zhu Feng also followed him out of the tent and saw Ruoshui standing at the door. Nan Yan immediately asked, "Where are others?"

In desperation, Ruoshui saluted the emperor and the imperial concubine first, then pointed to the tent next to him and said, "He just broke in and got crazy inside."

That tent was the place where Fang Buyuan took Wen Bieyu and Zhu Chengjun just now to treat the wounds.

Nan Yan was afraid that Wen Wuyu would go crazy when he went in. If he was hurt, he hurriedly walked over with Zhu Feng. As soon as he entered the door, he saw that the tent was similar to the tent where the old uncle was here. There was nothing inside. There was only a bed made of several stools. Wen Bieyu was covered in wounds and was bleeding from his mouth and nose. He looked dying, with a plaster just applied by the military doctor on his back.

Zhu Chengjun sat on the other side of the bed. He had nothing to do, just guarding Wen Bieyu.

Wen Wuyu lay on the head of the bed.

Because of his previous struggle, his hair was messy, and he looked crazy. At this time, his eyes were staring at Wen Bieyu. His eyes seemed to have a little pity in his eyes. Everyone around him was startled by his sudden intrusion, especially the old military doctor, who said in a hurry: "Don't touch him, several bones on his body were broken. If you touch him, he will die!"

Wen Wuyu did not make a big noise.

But he still stared at Wen Bieyu straight away. After a while, he spoke, "What a pity."

Nan Yan originally heard that he was going crazy, but he thought he was making a big fuss. He was relieved to see this, but he was afraid of irritating him, so he walked over carefully and said softly: "What's so pitiful?"

Wen Wuyu didn't look back at her, but still stared at Wen Bieyu.

After a while, it seemed as if he had just heard Nan Yan's words and slowly said, "I'm sorry, I've lost my mother at such a young age."

Nan Yan turned around and looked at Zhu Feng, frowned.

Wen Bieyu's mother had long passed away. Is he talking about Wen Bieyu or talking crazy?

Zhu Feng thought about it, took a step forward, and asked in a low and gentle tone: "Why didn't hell?"

Hearing this question, Wen Wuyu suddenly trembled, as if she was shivering by the sudden cold wind. He turned his head to look at Zhu Feng. His eyes were as flashing as a candle that could be extinguished at any time in the wind. With a little madness that was on the verge of destruction, he stretched out his index finger and buckled it on his lips: "Shh!"

Zhu Feng said: "What's wrong?"

Wen Bieyu said, "Can't say it!"

Zhu Feng said: "Why can't you say it?"

Wen Bieyu said, "I'll die if I say it!"

“…”

"Everyone who sees it will die."

“See?”

Zhu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, took another step forward, bent over, looked straight into his eyes, and said, "What did you see?"

A strong wind whistled outside the tent, pouring rain hit the tent, as if to uproot the only small place in this prehistoric world that can be used to accommodate them. The roaring sound made Wen Wuyu even more uneasy. He lay on the edge of the bed with both hands, curled up on the ground, like a homeless dog in the wind and rain, trembling: "I saw that I saw murder, many people, men and women, they were killing people."

“…”

"Kill a woman."

“…!”

When Zhu Feng heard this, his brows frowned again.

Even Nanyan next to him became even more confused.

Just now, what she told Zhu Feng was that she suspected that the old uncle had visited this wilderness in the northwest and killed a woman here. She was frightened by Wen Wuyu's sight, but it was wrong to hear what he said now.

Not only men but women are killed.

In other words, it is not the old uncle alone.

Moreover, there are "many people".

"Many people", including the old uncle, and even women, did these people come here and kill a woman?

Just listening to this, I feel ridiculous.

Could it be that this is really just his crazy words and has no value?

Even Nan Yan hesitated a little, and after a long time, he said softly: "Your Majesty, I'm afraid that what he said is really just crazy. I'm sure I'd better take him down and wait until he calms down before asking him for a question."

Zhu Feng didn't say anything, and just raised his hand to signal her not to move first.

Nanyan stood quietly beside him.

Zhu Feng bent down and looked at Wen Wuyu condescendingly. After a long time, he raised his hand and pointed at Wen Bieyu who was unconscious on the bed and said, "Who is he?"

Wen Wuyu looked back at Wen Biyu tremblingly.

Then he said, "He, he is so pitiful."

“…”

"He's so pitiful without his mother."

“…”

"So pitiful, so pitiful..."

Under the faint candlelight, Zhu Feng's face became even more elusive and gloomy. Nan Yan, who was standing beside him, could even feel his breathing sinking. He said slowly: "Then what? What happened to him after that woman died?"

When Wen Wuyu turned her head to look at him, her eyes also flashed.

He stretched his neck and looked around, as if he was to be wary of something, but in this small space, there was nothing to be wary of. But he lowered his voice and said quietly: "He was taken away by them."

Zhu Feng took a deep breath.

When he stood up, his face had returned to his usual expression, and even a little cold in his pupils. He ordered: "Take him down and don't let him come over and disturb the patients here again."

The attendant at the door immediately came in and dragged Wen Wuyu, who was still muttering something and muttering, out.

Nanyan took a step forward: "The Emperor——"

Zhu Chengjun also shrank from a corner of the bed. He stared at the scene blankly, and pulled Zhu Feng's clothes in a little uncertain way: "Father, what's wrong? What are you asking?"

Zhu Feng did not answer him, but just reached out to stroke his hair.

"Does the body hurt?"

His tone was very gentle. Compared to his usual love and strictness for this son, such a gentle voice was simply incredible at this time. Nan Yan glanced at him.

"No pain!"

Zhu Chengjun originally wanted to care about his father, but the child was still young after all. After all, he was so concerned about him, and immediately couldn't help but seek credit: "Father, they caught me and tortured me, but I didn't beg for mercy at all. I even scolded them, Father, are I very powerful?"
Chapter completed!