Chapter 1592: She worried about him

Nan Yan looked back at him.
Zhu Feng looked at him and said, "You just, do you have anything to tell me?"
"..."
For some reason, when Zhu Feng uttered these words, Nan Yan felt that the surrounding air seemed to stagnate.
Or maybe, what is stagnant is my own heartbeat at this moment.
However, it was only a moment.
At the next moment, she had recovered her calm, only her eyes flickered slightly, as if something was hidden in her, but she also shook her head gently: "Nothing."
"..."
"The emperor still has important tasks to deal with, so the concubine retires first."
"..."
Zhu Feng looked at her for a while, then nodded.
"Go ahead."
"Yes, my concubine retires."
After speaking, Nan Yan saluted him, then turned and walked out.
When she walked out of the gate, Ran Xiaoyu seemed to be tripped by the threshold. Nan Yan stretched out her hand to support her, and the master and servant slowly left the emperor's palace.
Looking at their backs, Zhu Feng's eyebrows frowned slightly.
It's not just Ye Yu's business.
The things that happened these days, one by one, were in his heart, and he never let him relax completely.
I thought this time--
Unexpectedly, the State of Parthian sent envoys.
Ye Xu's situation is also unclear.
He took a deep breath. At this time, Grandpa Yu carefully held a cup of hot tea to his hand, and said softly: "The emperor, let's preach breakfast first."
"..."
Zhu Feng was silent for a while, and then said: "Present breakfast. After eating, I will go to the cabinet."
"Yes."


On the other side, Nan Yan and Ran Xiaoyu returned to Yikun Palace.
As soon as I walked into the door, I heard Ran Xiaoyu's trembling voice saying: "Manny!"
Nan Yan looked back, facing Ran Xiaoyu's bewildered eyes.
"Xiaoyu, you--don't panic."
Except when she had just left the emperor's palace, Ran Xiaoyu almost tripped over the threshold. On the way, when she followed behind her, she could also hear that Xiaoyu's footsteps had always been stumbling.
This incident has really affected her too much.
Even if she usually dislikes Mr. Ye Xu, and doesn't bother to pay attention to him, but at this time, perhaps, it is when Ye Xu's life is at stake, she can't deceive others, let alone the strength to deceive herself.
She worried about him.
Even if, because of Zhu Feng's matter, the two almost broke apart.
However, the emotion in the heart, where it is so easy, can completely break.
In her heart, Ye Yu had been silently remembering.
And now knowing that he is thousands of miles away, and he may be seriously injured and incurable. How can she not be anxious when she can't even lift a pen?
Nan Yan reached out and grabbed her hand.
Ran Xiaoyu is a martial artist. Like Zhu Feng, her body temperature is higher than that of ordinary people. Her hands are hot even in the twelfth lunar month of winter, and she used to warm herself when she was suffering from the bone-to-shoulder cold.
But now, Nan Yan touched her cold fingertips.
It can be seen how difficult it is in her heart at this moment.
Nan Yan sighed, took her to sit down in front of her couch, and then wrapped her hands in her palms.
Said softly: "Don't worry."
"..."
Ran Xiaoyu's hands trembled slightly. When she heard Nan Yan's words, she raised her head to look at her, her eyes flashing and said: "Niang Niang."
"Ok?"
"The emperor, he will go to Yumen Gate, right?"