After saying that, he stopped mentioning the matter of King Wei, but instead hugged Xiao Anping and started playing.

Nan Yan was tired at first, so of course he didn't play with them at this time. Instead, he sat on the couch beside him, drinking tea, listening to his daughter's crisp laughter, and before he knew it, he fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but my hands picked her up.

Nanyan opened her eyes and saw that Zhu Feng hugged him and slowly walked to the edge of the bed.

Nan Yan was not very sober and said vaguely: "Where is Anping?"

"Leave it to the nurse."

"Let her come here."

"Okay, you haven't had a good sleep on the road these days. Tonight, you can have a good sleep."

Zhu Feng took off her clothes and hugged her in his arms.

The weather in Jinling was warmer than in the north, and Zhu Feng's body temperature made her feel more comfortable. Although Nanyan was a little confused, he also intuitively got into his arms.

However, because I woke up, I couldn't fall asleep.

After a while of quiet, I found that Zhu Feng seemed to be thinking about things too. The few hanging needle patterns on his eyebrows became more profound.

He asked softly: "Your Majesty, are you worried?"

"It's nothing?"

"It's the government, is there anything that bothers the emperor?"

"..." Zhu Feng was silent for a moment before saying, "It's still a matter of not moving the capital."

"Before, weren't all those officials convinced?"

"I was convinced before, only part of it," Zhu Feng reached out and rubbed his eyebrows. This was the action he would only do when he was very tired: "But now, I'm back to Jinling."

“…”

Nanyan understood.

Before, only a few officials who were in charge of the service arrived in Peiping and their resistance to moving the capital had caused such great trouble to Zhu Feng.

And now, this is the capital of the south!

None of the officials here, even the powerful and powerful, would be willing to move the capital.

Their opposition and opposition forces will be hundreds of times larger than before when they were in Peking!

No wonder Zhu Feng is so tired.

Nan Yan whispered: "Your Majesty, can you do anything?"

Zhu Feng glanced at her and smiled and said, "You, don't do anything. Just be good."

"……yes."

Yes, I shouldn't have interfered in the affairs of the government.

Just don't cause trouble for him.

Nan Yan thought for a while and said, "By the way, my master, I want to go home tomorrow, can I do it?"

"Go back to Si's house?"

"Well. Grandma's coffin has been sent back, and it should have been buried. I want to go back to worship the spiritual throne."

"Okay. Do you want me to accompany you?"

"The emperor is so busy, so I don't want the emperor to go to these small things."

"All right."

Early the next morning, Zhu Feng went to court for the first time after returning to Jinling, and Nanyan cleaned up and returned to the Si family.

Actually, it's nothing to go back.

I just wanted to take a last look at Xirong Hall, where my grandmother once lived, and look for some memories of the past. Now, Xirong Hall has been cleaned up, and all the tables, chairs, benches, and utensils inside are covered with layers of white cloth.

It's like a cold snow cave.

Nanyan stood inside and realized again that her grandmother had left and she would never come back.

When people grow up, they naturally have to face such separation, but this is the first time for Nan Yan, and she can't help but feel a little unable to get out. It was because Ran Xiaoyu and the others comforted her softly for a long time before they could barely calm down their emotions.

At this time, Gu Tingchun walked up to her: "Empress."

Nanyan looked up at her: "Is there anything wrong with my mother?"

Gu Tingchun himself hesitated for a long time before whispering: "Empress, your sister Mulan has been in the washing clothes bureau for almost a year. The lesson she has learned is enough."

“…”

"Can the Empress spare her and let her come back?"

“…”

Nan Yan frowned slightly.

Speaking of which, she almost forgot that Si Mulan is still the case.

Before, she was sent to the Clothing Washing Bureau because of her trouble at the enthronement ceremony. In short, it was not a year.

Gu Tingchun wanted to take advantage of this time to plead with her.

Nanyan didn't say anything.

Gu Tingchun said sadly: "The civilian woman knew that what happened at the beginning was that she was wrong with the civilian woman, and it was not right. But the empress, after all, she is the daughter of the Si family, and she is also connected with the empress."

“…”

"Now that the old lady is gone, she has spirit in heaven, so she doesn't want to see her family like this."

This sentence stabbed Nanyan.

She couldn't help but look back and looked at the snow cave-like Xirong Hall.

Indeed, the Si family is now in a state of decline. I have been in the palace all year round, and Si Mulan is in the washing clothes bureau. I heard that Si Muyun was also transferred to Peking to work and works under Gu Tingqiu.

In this family, Gu Tingchun is the only one left.

No wonder she had to plead with her shamelessness.

Perhaps, my grandmother has a spirit in heaven, so she really doesn't want to see such a deserted Si family.

Nan Yan was silent for a while and said, "I will go back and talk about this to the queen."

“…”

"But whether it can be achieved depends on her own luck."

Gu Tingchun said gratefully: "Thank you, Concubine, for your kindness."

Nan Yan waved his hand lightly.

Afterwards, she went to incense the spiritual throne of her ancestors. After staying at the Si family for a while, she set off and returned to the palace.

On the way, I heard a lot of people talking about moving the capital.

Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, the capital has been settled here, and the people have become accustomed to it, but suddenly, it was reported that they would move the capital to Peking, and everyone obviously still couldn't accept it.

Therefore, some people seem to be panicked.

Of course, this kind of fluctuation in human hearts is inevitable.

Nan Yan looked for a while and was about to put down the curtains when she suddenly saw two familiar figures on the side of the road. Her eyes lit up, she asked the carriage to stop, asked Ran Xiaoyu to go down, and called the two people onto the carriage.

"The Imperial Concubine."

"Beautiful sister!"

As soon as they got on the bus, the two of them looked at themselves in surprise.

It’s none other than Jiahe, the young lady of the Jian family, and her innocent and lovely son Xiaotong.

Nan Yan smiled and said, "Mrs. Young lady, long time no see. Xiaopeng, do you miss me?"

"Of course I miss it! Beautiful sister, you haven't seen me for a long time!"

Xiaopin was still very close to her and was about to come and hug her immediately. However, Mrs. Jiahe stopped him and whispered: "Littlepin, don't be rude. This is the Imperial Concubine."

"ah?"

Xiao Tong may not be particularly sensitive to human identity. Suddenly, the beautiful sister who was once close to him could not get close to him now, and he was a little confused.

Nan Yan smiled and said, "Young lady doesn't have to be so polite."

Mrs. Jiahe smiled and said, "Can't the courtesy be abandoned?"

After all, he is the young wife of the Jian family. Whenever he goes anywhere, he is neither humble nor arrogant, and makes people feel close to him.

Nan Yan smiled and said, "Where are you going to young lady?"

"Oh, the weather is good today. I took Xiaopeng out for shopping and bought something by the way. I was about to go home."

"Then I'll send the young lady and the young master back."

"How can I bother the Imperial Concubine?"
To be continued...