Chapter 1590: He, I'm afraid it's not good...

Nan Yan's throat struck slightly.
Just as she wanted to say something, Zhu Feng said: "In addition to these, I have another reason to go."
Nan Yan had a meal: "What reason?"
Zhu Feng frowned and glanced at the document again.
Nan Yan found that his eyes were not only solemn, but also very anxious, as if something made him very worried.
He twisted the document with his fingers and handed it directly to Nan Yan.
After Nan Yan's conviction, he took a look and found that the above were indeed the things Zhu Feng said just now, and a few words of auspiciousness and He Xinxi.
Others, nothing.
Nan Yan couldn't understand, and looked at Zhu Feng in surprise: "The emperor, this--"
Zhu Feng leaned on the back of the chair, squeezed his high nose with one hand, and then said: "This letter was not written by Ye Xun."
"what?"
Nan Yan was taken aback.
She first thought, could this letter be someone else's fake?
But this idea was immediately overturned--since it was an rush and important news, Ye Wei would definitely use some special grammar that only their monarchs knew.
Zhu Feng must be able to distinguish true from false.
That handwriting--
Nan Yan looked down again. In fact, she had known Ye Wei for so long and had rarely seen Ye Wei’s letters, so she was not familiar with his handwriting, but Ye Wei followed Zhu Feng since childhood. Zhu Feng Certainly recognize his handwriting.
and so--
Standing behind her, Ran Xiaoyu had been listening nervously to the conversation between the two of them, wishing to hear the news of that person, but at this point, Zhu Feng stopped talking, and Nan Yan remained silent.
What's the matter?
Is something wrong with that bastard?
She took a step forward subconsciously, but didn't dare to speak rashly, so she could only look at Nan Yan eagerly.
It was sister Lianxin, Nan Yan seemed to be able to feel her anxiety, and looked back at her.
But I don't know how to say it.
Ye Xu is now the chief official of one side. As long as the rank of ordinary officials is sufficient, there will be a Clerk beside him. Of course, he is no exception. Many of the lists that officials give to the emperor are drafted by Mr. Clerk and copied by himself. Come down.
No matter how ugly the characters are, they have to be written by themselves.
This is an express stipulation of the imperial court.
But this eight hundred li urgent document, the news that Zhu Feng values ​​so much, was not written by Ye Xun himself.
Nan Yan's breathing became tight, and she said softly: "The emperor, Ye Yu him--"
Zhu Feng let out a sigh of relief, and then said:
There is only one situation in North Korea where officials don’t have to write memorial documents in their own hands, that is, they are seriously injured and sick and cannot carry the pen.
Hearing these words, Ran Xiaoyu gasped.
Zhu Feng glanced at her from the corner of his eye.
He went on to say: "It's not like this has happened before."
"..."
"At that time, I was still King Yan. He went out with the army and was chopped on his right shoulder. Almost one of his arms was removed. But at that time, the letters he gave me were also written in left hand."
"..."
This is more than just rules.
It's a tacit understanding between Ye Xun and Zhu Feng over the years. No matter if Ye Xun usually has a hippy smile in front of him, he has never broken the rules.
Nan Yan also broke out in a cold sweat when he heard this.
Her voice trembled slightly, and said: "Well, this time, Ye Yu, he asked someone to write this document to the emperor, that is to say--"
Having said that, she could hardly continue.
Ran Xiaoyu's breathing was choked.
Just listen to Zhu Feng slowly saying: "He, I'm afraid it's not good..."