Chapter 330: We will take care of you

Nan Yan broke out in a cold sweat.
If this is the case, Zhu Feng has been in the palace, and after listening to her persuasion, the palace ladies in the harem who are still guilty of sin are returned to Ye Ting. Maybe, the people who use the trick of victory are among them.
So, is he in danger?
Seeing Nan Yan's pale face, Madam Jiahe Shao seemed to understand something.
She said softly, "But don't worry too much, it was just my guess."
"..."
"Besides, there are so many famous doctors in the palace, good medicine, there will be nothing wrong."
Nan Yan looked at her gentle eyes and nodded gently.
"Ok."
At this time, Xiao Yu ran over with a small bow: "Pretty sister, come and shoot arrows with me."
"Huh? I won't."
"I can't learn it."
Mrs. Jiahe said: "Don't be foolish, Xiao Yu, sister Nanyan came to our house to cultivate her because of her health. She can't shoot arrows."
"Oh……"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yu hurriedly put away the bow and arrow.
But his face still showed a lost look.
Nan Yan couldn't bear to disappoint him, so he said, "Then, if there are other games, I can play with you."
Xiao Yu thought for a while, and said: "Put the pot, it doesn't take much effort to throw the pot. Mother, can you?
Mrs. Jiahe Shao thought for a while, and said: "This is great, you can move, and you don't need too much effort, you are not afraid of hurting."
Nan Yan smiled and said, "That's it."
Soon, someone brought a hip flask and placed it on the grass. They took those arrows and threw them in one by one.
Mrs. Jiahe Shao seemed to like this activity very much, and she also joined.
Throwing pot is a very old game. It is said to have been handed down from the Spring and Autumn Period and Warring States Period. It is similar to archery, but it does not require much space and effort.
Everyone stood ten steps away, throwing arrows at the hip flask.
If the arrow can be put into the pot, even if it wins.
Although Xiao Xu was young, he was very stable on hand, and it seemed that he had received the true biography of his father. Of the ten arrows, four or five were able to throw in.
After the shot, the voice of seizure continued to sound.
However, Nan Yan has been absent-minded.
She was always thinking in her heart, who is it, and what is his purpose when he uses the technique of triumph in the palace?


Time passed bit by bit.
Jian Ruocheng sat in a chair on the side of the wall in the Wuying Hall and helped Zhu Feng write the documents.
Early in the morning, he called himself into the palace, thinking that there was something serious, but after arriving, he found that nothing happened.
It's just transcribing documents.
I am a Zhongshu Provincial Youcheng myself, to do such chores.
He sighed, rubbed his sore wrist, and continued to write.
And Zhu Feng, after reviewing the memorial in his hand, raised his head and glanced at him.
In fact, last night, I almost didn't sleep in the car. I called him into the palace early in the morning, and I couldn't sleep well. At this time, I was very tired.
Seeing that he was tired, Xiao Shunzi next to him hurriedly brought a cup of tea.
Zhu Feng took a sip and asked Jian Ruocheng to also send tea. The two monarchs and ministers sat quietly opposite each other, and the steam of tea steamed up, making this hall seem particularly quiet.
Zhu Feng hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't help it, and asked, "How is she?"
Jian Ruocheng raised his head and looked at him.
"Last night, the magistrate had been placed, but-early this morning, the emperor let the minister into the palace, before she had time to look after her."
"..."
"The emperor will forgive me, and the minister will take care of it."
"No need!"