Chapter 1197: You let me down, right?

Zhu Feng glanced at her coldly and saw her feet from the head.
Then said: "What are you wearing?!"
"..."
Nan Yan was taken aback by what he said. Looking at his gloomy gaze, he almost thought that his clothes were disheveled, but he looked down, and the corners of his clothes were submissive.
She said, "What's the matter?"
She became so angry, but she didn't know anything, even why she was angry, which made Zhu Feng's heart even more angry.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Where are the clothes I gave you? Are they all moldy?!"
"what?"
Nan Yan was stunned for a moment, and it seemed that he had recovered a bit. Is he blaming himself for not wearing the clothes he gave?
but--
When it comes to this, Nan Yan is also a little bit angry. The clothes sent by the queen are dignified and elegant at any rate. Although the color is darker, it fits the identity of her noble concubine, especially on such a formal occasion, and will never pass the queen. The limelight will not suffocate the concubines.
Those clothes show the queen's proper and generous.
But the ones that Zhu Feng sent were either red or green, or red and purple.
Therefore, I was faced with two choices, either to dress as a village girl and shame in front of everyone, or to go beyond the order of the queen and settle down.
In this case, she certainly made a third choice-
Do not wear the clothes he gave.
Unexpectedly, he came to inquire.
Nan Yan said: "This is given to the concubine by the empress."
Zhu Feng's face turned green: "The queen gave it better than what I gave it?!"
"..."
"You wear what she gave, and you don't wear what I gave?"
"The empress is very caring for her concubine, and she has given these clothes specially. If her concubine doesn't wear it, wouldn't she betray the empress's desire to treat her concubine?"
"and so--"
Zhu Feng clenched one hand into a fist and thumped it heavily on the table: "You just let me down, don't you?!"
His fists were big and powerful. With this punch, the table almost fell apart, and the cups on the table bounced. The sound made Duke Yu and Ran Xiaoyu knelt to the ground with a thump.
"The emperor calms down!"
"The emperor calms down!"
Nan Yan was also anxious and looked up at him: "Can you wear the clothes chosen by the emperor?!"
"what?"
Zhu Feng was stunned and looked at her with wide eyes.
Immediately, he turned his head and looked at the chubby father-in-law who was kneeling behind Nan Yan, who had shrunk into a ball, and trembling: "You, didn't you say she likes it, don't you put it down?"
"This this--"
Yugonggongyuan just casually flattered him to make him happy, but he didn't expect that a single sentence would lead to this disaster.
I experienced so many winds and waves in the palace, but I didn't expect it to be planted on a few clothes.
The ship capsized in the gutter.
"Slaves, slaves—"
"Dare you lie to me?!"
Zhu Feng gritted his teeth, his anger rushed directly to the top of his head, but he couldn't face Nan Yan, and other people naturally became his targets.
The father-in-law was so scared that he kowtows his head again and again: "The slave and maidservant should die! The slave and maidservant should die!"
Nan Yan also looked back at Father Yu, and immediately knew what was going on.
However, what clothes to wear was originally a trivial matter. How could it cause him to make such a big fire, especially seeing Duke Yu at such an age, and being so scared by him, Nan Yan could only say, "Why the emperor? Blame Grandpa Yu?"
Zhu Feng became more angry.
Staring at her: "So, who should I blame?!"
"..."
Nan Yan bit her lower lip and turned to face Yu Duke and Ran Xiaoyu: "You all get back first."
The two of them were still a little apprehensive, for fear that Zhu Feng would still vent their anger at them, but after the imperial concubine said these words, the emperor did not stop them, so the two hurriedly bowed their heads and saluted, and then carefully withdrew from Yikun Palace.
He also closed the door by the way.
As soon as the door was closed, the light dimmed, and Zhu Feng's face became a little more stern than before.
He stared at Nan Yan coldly, his eyes seemed to say: What do you say?
Standing alone in the large Yikun Palace, Nan Yan's slender body looked particularly weak, and it was even more vulnerable to the anger of Zhu Feng.
She coughed slightly and said, "The clothes given by the emperor, the concubine feels she can't wear it--can't wear it out."
Zhu Feng's face was even more ugly: "What?"
"Concubine--I don't want to show it to others."
"..."
After saying this, the entire Yikun Palace fell silent.
Not only did no one speak, but even the sound of breathing could not be heard.
Nan Yan raised his head cautiously and saw Zhu Feng's eyes widen, looking at her as if stupidly. The original anger in those eyes disappeared at this moment, replaced by a shining light.
He looked at her: "Huh?"
Nan Yan bit her lower lip and said softly: "The clothes were brought by the emperor to Shangyi in advance for his concubines. They are the emperor's wish."
"..."
"The emperor's mind, the concubine just knows it alone."
"..."
"I don't want other people to know."
Zhu Feng took a deep breath and then exhaled a long breath, but even so, he still felt his chest swell, and his heart beat so hard that he seemed to burst out of his chest.
He coughed slightly, concealing his trembling voice.
"Yes, is it?"
Nan Yan looked up at him: "Does the emperor want the concubine to show it to others?"
"..."
"The concubine is a little embarrassed. After all, this time out on tour is different from usual, so many people follow..."
When he mentioned this, Zhu Feng's face suddenly sank.
By the way, how did I forget this.
Li is not hurt, he is still following!
The clothes I chose for her are naturally the best in the Shangyi Prison, so I just want to wear them for myself. Of course, I don’t have to wear them for others, especially Li Bu hurt!
Nan Yan still looked at him, and said cautiously: "If the emperor is not happy, the concubine will be replaced tomorrow—"
"No need!"
Zhu Feng interrupted her immediately: "Don't wear it!"
Nan Yan lowered her head, and a sly smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
But immediately said respectfully: "Yes."
Zhu Feng just got up and walked over, looking at her standing there with a pleasing eyebrow, he couldn't help sighing, reached out and took her hand, pulled her to the couch and sat down, hugging her in his arms.
Nan Yan obediently leaned in his arms.
After a while, I heard his low and magnetic voice from above his head: "I, did you scare you?"
"No."
Nan Yan shook his head gently: "The concubine knows that the emperor will not hurt the concubine, and the concubine has done nothing wrong, and the emperor will not let the concubine be angry for no reason."
"Ok."
"But," she said again: "The emperor frightened Duke Yu. He is so old that he can't stand a few scares."
"he?"
The corners of Zhu Feng's mouth evoked an arc that seemed to be a smile, and said: "He is very slick, I don't think he will be scared."
"..."
"just like you."
"...!"