Chapter 879: Are you having a temper with me?

Upon hearing this voice, Zhu Feng suddenly opened his eyes.
Feng Shu had already closed his eyes and waited for the sweet moment to arrive, but suddenly heard the voice of Sinanyan, his brows suddenly wrinkled.
Sinan Yan?
Why did she come at this time?
Xiao Shunzi standing at the door was also a little embarrassed at this time.
In fact, he didn't really think that there would be anything shameful in the Imperial Study Room, but with Feng Zhaoyi in it, and now the imperial concubine was here again, it inevitably made him a little difficult to do.
He smiled awkwardly: "Why did the noble concubine come here?"
Nan Yan came over from under the poisonous sun, her face flushed slightly from the sun, and she said: "There is something in this palace, and I want to ask to see the emperor. Is the emperor in the royal study room now?"
"Yes, yes."
"..."
Nan Yan's eyebrows frowned slightly.
If it was normal, Xiao Shunzi would immediately go in and report when he saw that he was coming. Sometimes, he didn't need to report, and Zhu Feng would directly call himself in when he heard his own voice.
But now--
Seeing the complicated expression on Xiao Shunzi's face, she felt something was wrong.
So he asked: "What's wrong? Yes, is there any inconvenience?"
Xiao Shunzi said, "No, no."
Listening to his stammering words, Nan Yan's doubts deepened.
She subconsciously looked inside the door.
At this moment, the closed door suddenly opened, and Nan Yan immediately raised his head, but felt a breeze with a powdery fragrance on his face. It was not someone else who appeared in front of him, but Feng Shu.
Nan Yan's eyes widened suddenly.
"you--"
"The concubine meets the concubine empress."
Feng Shu bowed to her Yingying.
"..."
Nan Yan was a little surprised for a while, Feng Shu, how could he be in the Imperial Study Room?
She subconsciously asked: "Why are you here?"
Feng Shu raised his head and said with a soft smile: "In response to the imperial concubine empress, the concubine is just here to please the emperor. By the way, the concubine should also go. The emperor lets the empress in."
After speaking, he got up and walked out and stepped aside.
Although, as a noble concubine, she is indeed Zhaoyi who should give up.
But for some reason, her retreat at this time, and the inexplicable smile on her face when she retreated, gave Nan Yan a strange feeling.
like--
Like a provocation?
Nan Yan looked at her going away in surprise, and after a while, slowly stepped into the Imperial Study Room.
Zhu Feng was sitting behind the imperial case, at this moment, looking up at her.
"How did you come?"
"..."
I don't know why, maybe it is my sensitivity or my own illusion, Nan Yan felt that in Zhu Feng's eyes, a little indifference and impatience flashed by.
Nan Yan walked in and said softly: "The emperor, my concubine pays respects to the emperor."
After speaking, bow down respectfully.
Zhu Feng looked down at her, and suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart. He couldn't tell what it was like. He raised his hand: "Get up."
Nan Yan stood up and looked up at him.
The two people looked at each other, and their eyes seemed to freeze for a moment.
Zhu Feng said again: "It's hot, what are you doing?"
"..."
For some reason, this is obviously a spacious Imperial Study Room, but it suddenly becomes depressed and occluded, making people feel breathless.
I don't know if this feeling is given to me by the Imperial Study Room or given to me by the person in front of me.
He is obviously the most familiar pillow person, isn't he?
Nan Yan looked at him for a while, and then said: "The emperor, just now my concubine saw Feng Zhaoyi at the door."
"Ok."
"The emperor... has nothing to say?"
Originally, Zhu Feng was about to take the paperwork on the table with one hand. He paused when he heard this sentence.
Looking up at her: "Say? What do you want me to say?"
Nan Yan simply said, "What is she here for?"
"..."
Zhu Feng's eyebrows frowned slightly.
It was rude to question this in front of the emperor.
However, just as he was about to faintly rise in anger, suddenly, seeing those familiar, delicate, aura-filled eyes, he felt that the anger seemed to drop a little.
This contradictory feeling made him feel at a loss for a while.
He sighed, then said, "It's nothing."
"Nothing? Then how could she enter the Imperial Study Room?"
"I let her in."
"What did the emperor let her in for?"
"..."
"..."
Two people seem to have entered a strange circle.
Zhu Feng didn't want to say, but Nan Yan must ask the bottom line.
Nan Yan opened his eyes wide and looked at Zhu Feng. Those eyes were originally exceptionally quiet, always showing a gentle and delicate light, but at this time, suddenly there was a sharp feeling.
Zhu Feng suddenly felt a burst of heat in his heart, as if he was uncomfortable with this look.
He wrinkled his brows, and said solemnly: "I can let her come in and do anything."
"...!"
He didn't say this loudly, but it was like a thunderstorm, which broke something in an instant and exploded in this imperial study room.
Deafening.
Nan Yan's eyes widened suddenly.
There was disbelief in those eyes.
I couldn't believe what I heard, let alone what Zhu Feng said.
Of course she knew that Zhu Feng's temper was not good. Even if two people fell in love with each other so much, he was not a perfect and tender lover, but even so, she did not expect that Zhu Feng would say this to herself.
This thorn came too unexpectedly.
All of a sudden, it plunged into her heart.
Nan Yan was struck suddenly and her heart contracted. In the quiet Imperial Study Room, she could hear her breathing pause.
After saying these words, Zhu Feng frowned.
He was originally impatient with being questioned, and the upset and irritability in his heart kept surging, he wanted to cut a sentence, like a sharp knife, so that she would not ask any more questions.
But I don't know why, although it was cut off, the knife seemed to have hit my heart.
He felt a strange pain inexplicably.
Looking up at Nanyan: "Nanyan"
"Concubine knows."
Before he could finish his words, Nan Yan took a deep breath and gave Zhu Feng a gentle blessing.
"Concubine, leave."
After speaking, he turned and walked out.
"Nanyan!"
When she saw her back, Zhu Feng suddenly became a little anxious and stood up.
Nan Yan walked to the door by himself, and stopped for a moment.
But she did not look back.
Zhu Feng looked at her back, obviously so thin, but a hard breath from his bones, for a time, gave him a sense of contradiction.
This is in the past, never before.
After a while, he said, "Are you making a tantrum with me?"