Chapter 727: A few times the soul dream and Jun Tong

Zhu Feng raised his eyebrows: "Won't you reply to the letter your'cousin' gave you?"
"..."
Nan Yan did not speak, but looked at Zhu Feng cautiously.
She understood Zhu Feng's "careful eyes" too much. Of course, she couldn't say this clearly. However, when she had only said a few words to Jian Ruocheng, she was misunderstood by him and was sent to prison, and almost died in the prison.
Therefore, she is as careful as possible in these aspects.
Don't provoke this scrupulous man.
Moreover, if the matter involves Munch, it is no longer a "careful" question. He is the emperor of the country of Lao and the noble concubine of his own country of Yan. Even if he has relatives and is reasonable and reasonable, he cannot write like this. contacts.
This time, Munch sent this letter to the Flying Pigeon, which has surprised her.
What is even more surprising is that Zhu Feng would actually let her reply.
This—isn’t she fishing for her.
Nan Yan looked at Zhu Feng and did not speak for a long time.
But Zhu Feng looked at the pigeon that kept cooing on the table, pecking the cake residue back and forth, and said: "Your cousin, if you come to greet you so deliberately, you will not give him a word. Back?"
"..."
Nan Yan thought for a while, and then whispered softly, "Can you?"
"What can't it?"
"But, if anyone knows it, isn't this a crime of fornicating with a foreign country?"
"I personally stare at how can you fornicate foreign countries."
"Personally staring?"
Nan Yan tilted his head and looked at him: "The emperor is watching me write?"
Zhu Feng said: "You are so tired, so don't bother."
"Hey?"
"I can write for you."
"what?"
Nan Yan opened a pair of ignorant eyes and saw Zhu Feng walk to the desk, directly took the pen, ink and a piece of paper, cut the paper into small pieces, then took the pen and dipped it in ink.
Write down, two or three strokes, and it's done.
Nan Yan craned her neck and saw that there were only four words on it
Very good, don't read it.
Nanyan Road: "Just, that's it?"
Zhu Feng glanced at her horizontally: "No, how about it?"
"..."
"What else do you want to write?"
"..."
"Since farewell, reminiscing about meeting each other, how many times the soul dream is with the king?"
Nan Yan was choked and almost coughed, and hurriedly waved his hand: "Dang, of course not."
But, looking at a few lonely words on that piece of paper, I thought, is this too simple?
Although Munch's letter contained only a few words, it was an active greeting from him, and it was probably to avoid suspicion. He didn't say anything else, and replying to him with these words was really perfunctory.
Zhu Feng said coldly: "That's it, enough."
After speaking, he rolled the small piece of paper, reached out to grab the pigeon on the table, and stuffed the paper roll into the ankle.
Then he said: "Come out with me and let go of the pigeon."
"Oh."
Nan Yan honestly followed him out of the room and came under the eaves.
Taking the pigeon in Zhu Feng's hand, Nan Yan stroked it lightly, and then said, "Be careful along the way."
Then, hold both hands up.
The pigeon flapped its wings and immediately flew into the sky.
Late summer and autumn solstice.
The northern sky became clearer and clearer, and the pigeons could be seen from far away.
Munch stood under the eaves.
As if the soul is blessed, from far away, I saw the black spot in the sky, slowly getting closer and closer, and sure enough, it was the gray dove.
The pigeon circled overhead and landed at his feet.
He smiled and leaned down, grabbed the pigeon, held it in his hand, turned and walked back to his bedroom. At exactly this time, Nanli King Ajislan asked to see him.
Seeing the pigeon in his hand, he immediately said, "Is it news from the west?"
"No, it's south."
"South?"
"Lord of Nanming County."
As soon as he heard that it was Nanyan, Ajislan's face changed slightly.
He immediately said: "The emperor has passed the news to her?"
"Ok."
"Uh, what did you say?"
"It's nothing." Munch's hands were white and soft, and he gently stroked the pigeon's back to calm it down, then took the scroll from the ankle on its feet and said: "It's just a greeting Is she good?"
"..."
"The way she is on the beacon, I am very worried."
"..."
"She should be pregnant, pregnant with Zhu Feng's child."
Ajislan nodded in silence.
Although they are all big men, they still understand this, especially watching Zhu Feng's angry expression at the time, as if he was about to tear the people in front of him to pieces, even Beili King Axige couldn't help but retreat to the side.
They, of course, understood a little.
But I didn't expect that Nan Yan was actually pregnant and was taken to the country by them.
On the way, such bumps--
Seeing Munch unrolling the scroll, Ajislan hurriedly said: "How is she? How is she?"
Munch opened his eyes wide and looked at the words on it.
After a while, he laughed out loud.
Ajislan said: "What's the matter?"
Munch smiled and handed the scroll to him, saying: "It seems that our cousin should be doing well. It's just that we are being controlled too strictly."
Ajislan took a look and frowned at the simple, almost perfunctory words on it.
"Is this Nan Yan returning to you?"
"Obviously not."
Munch said: "You have also seen Nan Yan's situation that day. With her current situation, it is impossible to write such a vigorous and powerful handwriting; moreover, look at this handwriting, it is clearly murderous."
Ajislan looked down again, indeed.
and so--
"It was written by the Emperor Yan Guo."
"Hahahaha."
Munch couldn't help laughing.
However, there was no smile in those slender, soft eyes.
After laughing, he put the small piece of paper aside, and then turned to Ajislan: "King Nanli entered the palace today, what's the matter?"
Ajislan sighed, "King Beili has been very quiet these days."
"..."
"Although he is back, his ambition is greater than before."
Munch said: "Of course I know."
"..."
"This time, when we went to the beacon tower, we originally wanted to hide it from him, but we didn't expect it to be hidden from the wind and rain, so we still let him know."
Ajislan said: "How did he know?"
"..."
"This time, even Master Mandu is clearly on our side."
"Master Mandu is not on our side. He simply wants to figure out whether Sinanyan is really Princess Tana's daughter. As for the others-maybe it depends on his future choices."
Munch thought for a while and said, "This time the incident reminds us that there are many eyeliners in the palace that we didn't notice. Be careful."
Ajislan nodded.
He said: "By the way, we prepared before, do we have to act?"