Nan Yan held the teacup and looked at his tall back, and his heart couldn't help but beep in his heart.

She asked carefully: "Your Majesty, can I go to Peking?"

“…”

"Your Majesty, let me go."

Zhu Feng turned around and glared at her. Seeing her blinking her big eyes and a longing expression, he couldn't help but want to laugh a little, but he still had a stern face: "You go? What can you do if you go?"

“…”

This question stopped her.

What can you do?

Indeed, I can’t carry my shoulders and hold my hands, just like Concubine Kang said, what can I do if I can recite a few deciphered poems?

She frowned and fell into deep thought.

Looking at her serious and troubled look, Zhu Feng felt angry and amused.

Could it be that she really feels that she still needs to go into battle to kill the enemy or something?

At this time, Nanyan raised her head, opened her eyes wide, and said to him seriously: "Emperor, although I am useless, I still want to follow you to Peking."

“…”

“And, even if it’s useless now”

“…”

"I will work hard, and in the future, I will become useful."

In her heart, she said more firmly: I will become a woman with enough qualifications to stand by you!

Looking at her serious eyes, a warm current suddenly surged in Zhu Feng's heart.

He has never seen a woman with such serious and solemn expressions, telling him that she will become useful.

And it is useful to yourself.

He reached out and tried to rub her hair, but his hand couldn't help but reach to her face and pinched it.

It's chubby, and it feels pretty good.

It seems that the past two days, I have been giving the Royal Kitchen a delicious meal, and it is still effective. It should make her fatter, so that the touch will feel better.

Thinking of the feeling of holding her tightly that night, she was hurt by her bones, Zhu Feng felt that he still felt very accomplished.

He leaned down and came to her, looking at the big, clear eyes that were clearly black and white: "Really?"

I was originally very serious about saying these words to him.

However, when he approached and his breathing blew on his face, the words seemed to have changed a little.

There is an inexplicable feeling that makes people feel hot in their hearts.

Nan Yan subconsciously avoided his gaze, but for some reason, his eyes seemed to have a pulling force, which made her unable to help but raise her eyes again and look at him carefully.

In an instant, my cheeks turned red, and even the tips of my ears became a little red.

She whispered: "Master..."

While speaking, I felt his breath blowing.

The two people's lips were almost touching each other.

But at this moment, Zhu Feng seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and a clear light flashed in his eyes, which suddenly cut open the mist in his eyes, and his smart eyes were immediately ignited again.

He took a deep breath and stood up straight.

I felt a cool breeze blowing across my cheeks, and Nanyan's face, which was originally flushed, was aroused by this coldness, and the blush faded.

Only a little confused look remained.

In his hand, he was holding the empty teacup, as if he was confused as hers.

She looked at Zhu Feng foolishly, and saw him turn his head and leave only the back of her head. She coughed twice a little unnaturally, and then said, "Okay."

“…”
Chapter completed!