Nan Yan reached out and took the handkerchief from Zhu Feng's hand. Without opening it, he threw it into the charcoal basin next to him. Soon, the scarlet handkerchief dyed with a bright red color suddenly burned.

Get up, and then quietly turn into a pile of ashes.

Zhu Feng glanced down, frowned slightly and said, "You burned out after only two days of use."

Nan Yan picked up a glass of warm water from the side and gargled his mouth, and said calmly: "The emperor has been diligent and frugal all his life, how can it be that he can't afford a few handkerchiefs? Don't worry, the emperor, the extra things I bring here are nothing."

Those made of silk are all cloth handkerchiefs, and they are not worth much."

Zhu Feng shook his head, but didn't say anything. He gargled his mouth with saliva, and then spit it into the small cup that Nan Yan brought over.

After doing all this, the blush on his face that had just been caused by the cough had faded, and his face became paler and paler. He was also very languid and had no energy. He was about to lie down, but Nan Yan reached out to hold his back in time.

She leaned him against her and said softly: "Your Majesty, please don't sleep yet. Ying Shao will send you something soon. Your Majesty, please eat something before going to bed."

Zhu Feng raised his head and glanced at her.

Nan Yan said: "The emperor said he wanted it himself. The emperor fell asleep after it was delivered to him. Doesn't he mean to break his promise?"

Zhu Feng sighed amusedly and angrily, and said, "You do have so much to say."

With that said, he couldn't insist on sleeping, so he could only work up his energy and sit up. The temporary marching tent set up on the grassland was definitely incomparable with the environment of the palace. There was not even a place to sit, so Nan Yan

Sit on the edge of the bed and let him lean against you.

This scene has appeared countless times between the two people in the past few decades, but at that time, Nan Yan was mostly leaning on him.

But the way he looks now is completely out of shape.

Thinking of this, Zhu Feng couldn't help but chuckle.

Nan Yan lowered his head: "Why is the emperor laughing?"

Zhu Feng coughed slightly and said, "I'm thinking that I have become useless."

Upon hearing this, Nan Yan's brows immediately wrinkled.

It's not that she doesn't know Zhu Feng's temper. This man is arrogant and can't tolerate mistakes by others, let alone himself. When he was in the trench of the Great Wall, he only shot a Naqin to death because of three arrows, which made him resentful. Now that he has entered

In the hinterland of the grassland, the severe cold aggravated his condition. His body was getting worse day by day, and he was even weaker than Nan Yan, a woman. I am afraid this feeling would not be pleasant.

Therefore, Nan Yan has been careful to take care of his body without making him feel weak.

But he didn't expect that he would say these words himself.

Nan Yan said hoarsely: "Your Majesty..."

"You don't have to be nervous."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhu Feng interrupted her lightly. He coughed twice and leaned his thin back against Nan Yan's body. He could feel that his whole body was so thin that it was as if his frame would be affected by the bursts of coughing at any time.

The shock was gone, but he said calmly: "I know what's going on with me, and it would be pointless to say anything more to coax me."

Nan Yan frowned and was silent for a long time before saying: "When the emperor expels Munch from Mobei, let's go back to Beijing and cultivate ourselves properly, and we will naturally get better."

Zhu Feng glanced at her, then smiled and said, "Of course."

I don't know if it was because of his illness or something else, but the look on his face was particularly gentle because of his weakness. He said this more like he was comforting Nan Yan.

It was also because of this that Nan Yan felt even more uncomfortable.

Zhu Feng leaned against her, probably because of the constant body temperature coming from Nan Yan's body, which made him feel more comfortable. His breathing also slowed down a bit. After being quiet for a while, he said: "Our words should have spread.

He has returned to the capital, but I don’t know when the prince will return to the capital."

Nan Yan said: "The prince has gained experience in the past two years and has become more experienced in doing things. I don't think the disaster relief matter will delay him for too long."

"That's good,"

Zhu Feng nodded: "He is different from me and shouldn't be wandering around. Return to Beijing early so that the people he sends can send messages to him earlier."

Nan Yan glanced at him: "Has the Emperor conveyed anything important to His Highness?"

Zhu Feng chuckled lightly and said, "If it's important, why would you let someone who has nothing to do with it pass it to him?"

Nan Yan frowned slightly unconsciously.

Zhu Feng was silent for a while. He leaned on Nan Yan's shoulder and looked up at the low tent above his head, as if he was thinking about something. After a long time, he finally made up his mind and muttered, "That's fine, yes."

It's time." Then he slowly reached into his left sleeve and took out a small bright yellow scroll. One look at the color and it was clear that it was the emperor's handwriting.

Nan Yan frowned: "Your Majesty, this is——"

Zhu Feng didn't answer her, but he unfolded the scroll and wrote a few lines on it. Nan Yan only glanced at it and saw that it was some of his personnel arrangements for the court. Looking at the handwriting

, obviously not written before the expedition, because the handwriting is illegible and has trembling marks in many places. It was obviously written after entering the grassland and feeling unwell.

Nan Yan was almost inseparable from him, and I don’t know when he wrote it.

Nan Yan said: "Your Majesty!"

Zhu Feng still didn't answer her, and said to himself: "The cabinet team is following me. The prince's behavior is different from mine. I'm afraid that team will have to be changed. Your uncle is getting older. After the prince ascends the throne,

, if he is smart, he should retreat bravely, so as to avoid my will from ruining his face."

Nan Yan's brows furrowed.

Of course she knew that Gu Tingqiu was the prince's father-in-law and the uncle of the most favored concubine. This dual identity made him powerful and powerful in the court. Therefore, after Gu Qiqing got married, Zhu Feng also

Deliberately suppressing him was not because she didn't trust him or herself, but simply because she had to suppress the power of her relatives, so Nan Yan didn't say much.

Now that he said this, it was not surprising.

However, when Zhu Feng said this, he was clearly arranging his posthumous affairs.

Nan Yan said in a deep voice: "These words are matters of the imperial court. The emperor will just go back and make arrangements. I don't want to hear it."

Zhu Feng still ignored her and continued: "Heyi... Heyi is available."

"..."

"It's just that this person's mind moves too fast and his thoughts are too serious. If you want to make good use of him, you will have to work hard."

"..."

"This depends on the prince's own practice."

Nan Yan's face became increasingly ugly, and she said coldly: "These have nothing to do with me, your Majesty does not need to tell me."
Chapter completed!