Nan Yan said anxiously: "The emperor has a headache. Think about it, what should I do!"

He Yi said, "Head? Why does it cause a headache?"

Seeing Zhu Feng struggling with pain, Nan Yan was so anxious that she was sweating. While hugging him and trying her best to stop him from struggling and hurting himself, she said, "Just just talked about the old uncle, the emperor suddenly had a split headache. You should find a way!"

“…”

He Yi's breathing seemed to stop for a moment.

He looked at Zhu Feng's pale face and sweaty look, thought for a while, and turned around and instructed Xiao Shunzi, "Please help me take the bag of silver needles I used before."

Xiao Shunzi was so anxious that he stomped his feet beside him. When he heard this, he hurriedly turned around and went out.

After a while, I took the silver needle.

He Yi was also sweating coldly at this time. He asked someone to carry Zhu Feng who was struggling to bed, then took out a silver needle to disinfect, looked at the tip of the needle at the swaying candlelight, then took a deep breath, and said, "I will first apply needles to the emperor to calm him down."

After saying that, he pointed Yin at a point on Zhu Feng's head.

Just as the tip of the needle was almost about to pierce Zhu Feng's flesh, the cold light flashed by the tip of the needle also pierced into Nan Yan's eyes. She suddenly said, "Wait a minute!"

“…!”

He Yi's hands trembled and he looked up at her.

Nan Yan also looked at him. Although she was still sweating profusely, her body couldn't help trembling. Even when she spoke, her voice was trembling, but her tone was extremely low and firm: "Do you want to use a needle?"

He Yi was stunned for a moment: "Empress..."

Nan Yan said: "The emperor suffered from a fever for a day during the day. At this time, he was stimulated by the death of his old uncle. In addition, he was blown by the cold wind, so he naturally had a headache. But I looked at it and there was no need to apply a needle. You should let the people below boil a pair of medicine to calm the mind first, so that the emperor would sleep with a serious sleep."

He Yi frowned: "But Empress, the Emperor is like this now-"

While the two of them were talking, Zhu Feng frowned and looked painful on his face.

But, after all, he was born in the army and endurance was the nature of a person like him. Even if he had already hurt his bones, he would not say anything easily. He just fell down his forehead and moistened his pillow in a short while.

Nanyan also saw it.

But she still insisted: "I will be the leader, let the emperor sleep peacefully before talking about it. If there is anything, I will take responsibility for it!"

He Yi was still hesitant when he heard what he said, but Xiao Shunzi, who was beside him, looked at his words for a while and seemed to have understood a little. He went up and gently pulled He Yi's sleeve, making the silver needle in his hand farther away from the emperor, and then said softly: "Master He Yi, just follow the instructions of the Empress."

Heyi looked at them for a long time, sighed heavily, and put away the needle.

Nan Yan also breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, Heyi arranged to boil medicine as she ordered, and Nan Yan sat on the head of the bed, holding Zhu Feng, who was so painful that he kept sobbing and struggling, and said in a deep voice: "Emperor, the emperor has to bear it. So many years have passed. Now, what else can the emperor not bear?"

Zhu Feng was so painful that he let out a low beast-like roar from his throat.

Nan Yan gritted his teeth and said slowly in his ear: "Those things happened in the past were because I was not with the emperor; but now I am here, that kind of thing is not allowed to happen again. The emperor is obedient, I am here, I am here..."

Xiao Shunzi looked around, originally thinking about coming up to help the imperial concubine stop the emperor's struggle.

But, I don’t know if it was so painful that it was almost unconscious, or I was struggling and tired, or if the imperial concubine’s comfort really came into the emperor’s ears, he actually calmed down slowly. Although he could still see from his expression that he was in great pain, Zhu Feng turned over and buried his head and face completely in Nanyan’s arms. His big hands hugged her waist like iron pliers, and curled up like a fragile baby.

Nan Yan hugged him tighter and murmured, "It's okay, I'm here, I'm here."

Xiao Shunzi didn't understand the relationship between men and women, but at this time, somehow he felt his eyes were so hot and his heart was so boiling that he silently withdrew from the tent.

So, only the emperor and the imperial concubine were left, hugging each other quietly.

After a long time, I heard that Chen Zixiao came to ask for a meeting, but Xiao Shunzi directly blocked him outside the tent. It was not until dawn that Heyi brought a bowl of strong medicine. Nan Yan took it and took a sip on her own. Her eyebrows were so bitter that she was about to twist her eyebrows. After a while, she delivered it to Zhu Feng's mouth.

Zhu Feng seemed to be a little confused, but he also drank half a bowl.

Then, he curled up in the arms of the imperial concubine and fell asleep.

It was dawn soon. Although Zhu Feng had not woken up and had been staying up all night, Nan Yan still cheered up and told the people below to help the spirits back to Handongwei first. She originally wanted Chen Zixiao and Heyi to help the spirits back together, but Heyi insisted on staying, afraid that if the emperor's condition was still ups and downs, Nan Yan thought about it and made some sense, so he left him, but he could not enter the emperor's tent to disturb his rest, and then left Fang Buyuan to guard him.

I stayed until night.

Nan Yan hadn't closed his eyes for almost two days and two nights. At this time, his spirit was almost at its limit, but he still forced himself to keep Zhu Feng on the bed.

I don't know how long she was a little confused. When she was about to fall asleep, a gentle murmur came from the quiet tent. She raised her eyelids and saw Zhu Feng's pale lips on the bed opening and closing slightly, and said, "No, don't...please, please don't..."

When Nan Yan saw him like this, he couldn't help but remember the first time he was a palace maid.

However, this time, Zhu Feng's was obviously much more serious than that of that year.

I saw him murmur, and then he opened his mouth wide and gasped, as if something had strangled his neck and made it difficult for him to breathe. After a while, his face turned purple.

At this time, he, who had already been much calmer, began to struggle again.

Seeing him like this, Nan Yan hurriedly reached out and hugged him, and whispered: "Master, wake up quickly!"

Zhu Feng frowned, thinking that he wanted to shake his head desperately as if he was trying to shake something away. Finally, after a suffocation, he suddenly opened his eyes: "No!"

He almost fell from the bed.
Chapter completed!