Chapter 1968: How could the emperor bring her back?

Nan Yan looked at him and then at Xue Yun.
Then there was a little smile on his face, and he smiled and said, "No matter what, it's a good time to see you again. Since Young Master Xue is here, my palace will naturally treat him well."
After speaking, turning around: "Tongyun, read Qiu."
Aunt Tongyun and Nianqiu immediately stepped forward.
South flue said: "Immediately let people go down and pack up a wing room to live in Master Xue. Remember, stay closer to Miss Xue Ling so that they can get together with brothers and sisters."
"……Yes."
Although Aunt Tongyun agreed, her voice hesitated.
You know, this is the captain's mansion of Shazhouwei.
Although Nan Yan is a noble concubine, she really cannot be the master when she comes to this place. She arranges a room to entertain guests, even if Ye Yu doesn't speak, it is Yang Dai's chief.
But now, she took the initiative to arrange everything.
Just like a mistress.
Everyone was quiet and didn't speak, Aunt Tongyun immediately went to work.
Yang Dai was still winking, seeing this situation, he hurriedly motioned to the left and right with his eyes, and several attendants hurriedly followed to help Aunt Tongyun.
Nan Yan looked back at Zhu Feng.
"The emperor's face is not very good, he must be tired from the road."
Zhu Feng said: "I'm fine."
South flue: "The concubine asked people to prepare hot water. The emperor first went to clean it. Let's go to the dust."
"Ok."
Zhu Feng turned around and confessed a few more words, and the group turned around and walked inside.
Xue Yun, walking at the back of the crowd.
She raised her head, looked at the back of the pair of biren at the front of the crowd, and lowered her head silently.


Soon, the group of people who went to the White Dragon City to meet with the Special Envoy of the Parthian Kingdom returned to their respective residences to rest and settle down. Zhu Fengxian took a bath in the bathroom, put on a long gown, and returned to the room comfortably.
There is already a table of food on the table.
Nan Yan was sitting aside, staring at the heat coming out of the dishes, and he didn't even notice when he walked in.
Zhu Feng walked over, touching her shoulder with both hands.
A familiar breath immediately surrounded him, Nan Yan looked up, and when he saw him, he immediately smiled and said, "Is the emperor washed?"
Zhu Feng said: "Why patronize in a trance and not eat?"
"The concubine is waiting for the emperor."
"If you are hungry, you can eat first. Now you are pregnant and you can't go hungry."
"What did the emperor say, as a concubine, can you still be hungry?"
"..."
"You have to know that when the heart is calm, the emperor is eager for the concubine to eat less. Sometimes, he deducts the concubine's ration."
She said this because she thought of mentioning it casually, which was also a joke.
But Zhu Feng's expression condensed slightly.
Nan Yan also thought that Zhu Feng would not remember these things for a long time.
Her expression sank, but she immediately said, "However, the concubine had some refreshments this afternoon, and she was not too hungry, so she has been waiting for the emperor to come back and have dinner together."
Zhu Feng smiled.
Although the atmosphere changed a little, it was not too stiff. He sat next to her.
The two picked up the tableware and began to eat.
The dinner table was naturally quiet. Although Nan Yan had countless questions to ask, Zhu Feng also had many words to comfort him, but for a while, it seemed that no one knew how to speak or how to say it.
So he fell silent.
In this way, most of the meal was eaten.
When it finally came time to have to speak, Nan Yan hesitated and said, "The emperor, how can you bring her back?"