Chapter 873: Persuade the emperor to come up and please you

For some reason, after listening to Feng Shu's words about Bo Wanghou, Nan Yan felt that his thoughts were even more chaotic.
Bowanghou, in the Western Regions.
It turns out that he really didn't die, but just disappeared. No wonder everyone could not find him in Yan Country because he was in the Western Regions.
but--
A good Bowanghou, with a high hall, and a family business, why did you go to the remote Western Regions?
Nan Yan thought for a while and asked, "Have you asked him why he is in the Western Regions?"
Feng Shu glanced at her and said, "Why should I ask him this question?"
"..."
Nan Yan was speechless.
Indeed, according to Feng Shu's statement, she was still wandering at that time. At a young age, she would naturally not know Bo Wanghou of Yan Country. She only knew that this person saved herself, so how could she ask him such a question somehow.
After speaking, Feng Shu glanced at the person on the painting again, and said, "Niangniang, why is there a portrait of him here? Do you know him, or--"
Nan Yan took a breath and said, "He is the uncle of this palace and the Bowanghou of Yan Country."
"what?!"
Feng Shu was also taken aback by this.
She widened her beautiful eyes in astonishment, looked at the person on the painting, and murmured: "Your uncle? Bo Wanghou? Then how could he—"
"My palace also finds it strange and wants to know the answer."
Nan Yan looked at her seriously and said, "So if you can remember anything, try to think about it as much as possible, and then tell this palace."
"..."
Feng Shu didn't speak, but frowned.
Seeing her like this, she is indeed thinking back seriously.
After a while, a flash of light flashed in her eyes, as if she was thinking of something, and she said softly: "I remember, at that time he saved me, and I woke up in his house, when my mind was still not sober, I am extremely grateful to him and once asked him if he was a fairy."
"..."
This is like what a little girl would say.
When the people are in despair, they often place their hopes on gods and Buddhas. People who save themselves will naturally be pushed to the altar by themselves.
It is not surprising that she regards Bowanghou as a god.
Nan Yan asked, "What did he say?"
Feng Shu said: "I remember his expression at that time looked melancholy, even a little helpless. He told me-I am not a god, I am just a useless mortal."
Nan Yan's eyebrows frowned slightly.
This is not like what Bo Wanghou, who used to call the wind and rain to help the Emperor Gao build the country, said.
She said, "Why does he say that?"
Feng Shu said: "I also found it strange, because at that time I had been ill for a long time and thought I was going to die, but she saved me easily, so I asked him, you saved me like a god, why? Could it be a useless mortal?"
Nan Yan asked, "What did he say?"
Feng Shu said: "He told me that although he can save me, he can't save his most beloved person. He is the most useless person in the world."
"...!"
Nan Yan's heart trembled suddenly.
Can't save your most beloved person?
Who is Bo Wanghou's most beloved person?
Is that Princess Tana? still is--
Nan Yan stared at Feng Shu anxiously: "Did he say who his beloved is? Have you seen the people around him?"
Feng Shu shook his head gently.
She thought hard for a while, and said, "Many years have passed. I don't remember clearly, but I haven't seen anyone beside him."
"..."
"The only memory of him now is that he is a person who is lonely and sad from the inside out."
From the inside out, there is loneliness and sadness.
Hearing these words, Nan Yan couldn't help but feel sour.
Speaking of which, Feng Shu met him when he was very young, and even such a small child could feel his loneliness and sadness. One can imagine how lonely and sad this person is.
The once prestigious Bo Wanghou, his uncle in name.
What have you experienced over the years?
At this moment, Feng Shu turned his head to look at Nan Yan and said, "Unexpectedly, the person who saved me at the beginning was the uncle of the concubine empress."
Nan Yan glanced at her.
Feng Shu said: "Should I thank the concubine empress?"
Nan Yan said faintly: "The person who doesn't need to rely on you is him, not me; the person who is kind to you is only him, not me."
Feng Shu smiled: "The imperial concubine and empress are quite clear."
She went on to say: "However, the concubine has brought news of Bo Wanghou to the empress, can it be counted as being kind to the empress?"
Nan Yan's brow raised slightly.
She didn't expect that someone would have calculated it on her head.
Moreover, it was Feng Shu who had been silent all these days.
With a smile on Nan Yan's face, he said, "How does Feng Zhaoyi want this palace to repay me?"
Feng Shu's beautiful big eyes rolled around and said, "Well, it's simple."
"Oh?"
"The concubine heard that the emperor likes to drink tea. When traveling in the Western Regions, the concubine used to learn the special tea-making method there, and always wanted to make the emperor a top-grade one, but—"
She smiled deliberately: "Everyone in this harem knows that the emperor now only favors the noble concubine, and other sisters can hardly bear the rain and dew, and the concubine can't see the emperor for months."
Nan Yan's eyebrows twisted unconsciously.
She sneered and said, "You want this palace to persuade the emperor to come up and please you."
In fact, these words are already very cheeky, but I didn't expect Feng Shu to say even more cheeky: "The last jockey club, the concubine wanted to use her own ability to win the emperor's eyes. Unfortunately, she was interrupted by some things. "
"..."
"These days, I also understand that to survive in the harem, you can't live without help, let alone backing."
"Do you want this palace to be your backer?"
"If you can get the mother's attention, Feng Shu, there will be no regrets in this life."
"..."
Nan Yan is true, she didn't expect she would say these things to herself.
Only some understand how the women in the harem use everything to fight for favor.
Speaking of which, is it too easy to live?
but--
No matter how easy it is, it's my own business.
So she smiled faintly, and said, "It turns out that Feng Zhaoyi wants to be favored by the emperor. Well, this--"
Feng Shu suddenly suppressed a relaxed expression, and looked at her with scorching eyes.
South flue: "No."
"why?"
"Because of what you call this kind of favor, it's just a few words that let this palace know some dusty past, it is not good for this palace now."
Nan Yan smiled faintly: "In this harem, no one is willing to make a loss-making business."
Feng Shu was also a little anxious: "Your concubine, this is just a matter of effort for you."
"It's a matter of effort, but my palace is still unwilling."
"why?"
"Because," Nan Yan looked at her and said word by word: "Ben-Gong-She-No-Go."