Chapter 1538: Maybe, go to Yumenguan...

"Sachet."
"...!"
Nan Yan's breath choked, but she immediately said, "What does the emperor want that...?"
Zhu Feng chuckled against her ear.
"What else can I do?"
"..."
"It's not that you don't know what I have been looking for. This is probably my only clue, the clue left to me by the queen."
"..."
"Since you are worthy of it, of course I want to know the truth inside."
After speaking these words, seeing Nan Yan still silent, his hands around her slender waist exerted a little force and shook her.
"Ok?"
"...!"
Nan Yan's breathing was messed up.
She bit her lower lip and was silent for a long time before she slowly turned around in his arms, facing the tall and strong man in front of her, his hands hugging herself, that kind of warm and solid feeling, as if I can rely on him completely without worrying about anything.
But Nan Yan's heart is still chaotic.
She said: "The emperor wants that sachet... what shall I do?"
"..."
Zhu Feng looked at her.
After a long time, a faint smile appeared on his face.
"Nanyan, what's wrong with you?"
"..."
"No one in the world can know, but why would you ask me this question?"
"..."
Hearing him say so, Nan Yan himself was shocked.
Yes, how could Sinanyan not know Zhu Feng?
She was just afraid to face it.
But now, Zhu Feng looked at her with scorching eyes. The two people were so close at hand that even the slightest fluctuation in their eyes could be clearly seen. Nan Yan was afraid that he could see through the anxiety in his heart, so he could only lower his head. , With a soft "um" sound.
"Concubine, go get that sachet for the emperor."
Only then did Zhu Feng's hands loosen.
The two entered Yikun Palace one after the other. Zhu Feng sat on the couch and watched Nan Yan walk to her dressing table. He carefully opened an exquisite box and took out a handkerchief wrapped in it. Something, and then turned and walked towards him.
Zhu Feng looked at her palm.
The handkerchief was spread out with two sachets on it.
"this is--"
When Nan Yan approached, he could see clearly that they were the old and new sachets.
The old one was naturally given to her.
And the new one, obviously, was re-made by her herself. He had seen the handwork and tailoring, including the materials.
Zhu Feng picked up two sachets and sniffed them separately.
Although the old sachet has been used for at least ten years, the fragrance is very weak, and the new sachet has a stronger fragrance, but after careful identification, you will find that the two sachets taste exactly the same.
She really copied this sachet.
Zhu Feng looked up at her: "What kind of spices are there in it?"
Nan Yan lowered his head and slowly said, "There are citron, mugwort, Xinyi, some borneol and Chuanxiong, and—"
At this point, her throat choked subconsciously.
And Zhu Feng spontaneously said, "There is also benzoin?"
"..."
As if powerless, Nan Yan sighed lightly: "Yes."
"..."
"And benzoin."
"Bonoxin..."
Zhu Feng nodded gently, supporting his chin with one hand, and the sachet twirling in his hand just got under the tip of his nose, gently smelling the fragrance.
He slowly said: "Bonoxin, you can already buy benzoin at the market in Jinling, that is to say, the current setting of Kansai Seven Guards is useful."
"..."
"The caravans of the Western Regions can enter our country and facilitate the trade of these spices."
"..."
"but--"
"However, the amount is still very small."
Nan Yan stood in front of him, whispering, Zhu Feng raised his head and glanced at her, feeling that she was lack of energy, thinking that she was so inconsiderate last night and made her tired, so he reached out and held her hand. , Let her sit next to her.
"You said, the amount is small?"
"Yes,"
Nan Yan nodded, and said, "My concubine was walking around the market in Jinling for a while, and I saw a shop selling this. The vendor also said that he was the only one on that street."
"..."
"Although this is a bit exaggerated, I think that benzoin should be rare."
Nanyan originally wanted to bring the conversation to the market transaction before his eyes.
And Zhu Feng listened to her, nodded, and said: "I have already opened the country and let people protect the past caravans in the Kansai area. The circulation of these spices is so difficult. Then, how about...?"
"...!"
Nan Yan's heart jumped again.
Zhu Feng murmured, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was speaking to Nan Yan, and said: "The father, the emperor, prevented these things from the Western Regions from entering the realm of the Great Yan Dynasty."
"..."
"He has such an attitude, naturally there are fewer spices available in the market."
"..."
"And the queen mother, she has always looked at Real Madrid only with her father, not to mention such things. She definitely wouldn't make some spices by herself to make sachets and carry them with her. That is not specifically to touch her father's inverse scales. ?"
"..."
At this moment, Nan Yan has nothing to say.
She was worried like this before, but as soon as Zhu Feng knew the origin of benzoin, he immediately figured it out.
He murmured: "So, where did the queen mother come from this spice?"
"..."
"Or, where did this sachet come from?"
"..."
Nan Yan looked at him without speaking.
Although at this time, her lips were already shaking terribly, and there was a sentence that was almost about to be spoken-
"The emperor goes to Yumen to check it, don't you know?"
However, her throat seemed to be blocked by something. Those words went back and forth in her mind, still lingering in her heart, but she couldn't say a word.
And just when she was choking hard to say, Zhu Feng murmured--
"Maybe, go to Yumenguan..."
"...!"
Nan Yan's heart sank cruelly.
"emperor!"
Zhu Feng turned his head to look at her, but a gentle smile appeared on his face, and he reached out and gently stroked her cold cheek, saying: "Well, I also know that you are tired and you should rest well. Correct."
"..."
"I came here and made you work for a long time."
While talking, he stretched out his hand to press her on the couch, and pulled the blanket next to her to cover her.
Although Nan Yan lay down, she looked at him with eyes wide open.
Until Zhu Feng put his hands on both sides of her body, leaned down, and kissed gently between her brows.
The warm breath and the familiar taste of him made her drunk.
Subconsciously, closed his eyes.
Zhu Feng's lips were still on her eyelids, and then he whispered: "Go to sleep."