Chapter 945: The corpse of the imperial concubine

The hands were like iron tongs, harder and harder.
Nan Yan felt that he couldn't breathe, and his whole body seemed to shatter in his arms.
"The emperor, the emperor..."
She struggled subconsciously, put her hands on his chest, and gently pushed him back: "The emperor, what's the matter with you?"
Feeling her refusal, Zhu Feng's thoughts on the verge of collapse added a fear of "loss".
The next moment, those hands hugged Nan Yan harder.
Her breathing was completely unable to continue. The darkness in front of her eyes was originally full of colors. At this moment, a strange multicolored bloom appeared, as if the soul was about to emerge.
"Do not……"
She suffocated, struggling in his arms with the last bit of strength.
"The emperor... it's me, it's me..."
She kept repeating in his ear.
Zhu Feng's body suddenly shocked again.
He obviously couldn't hear anything, but at this time, there was an inexplicable sense of fear that came to his heart, which he had never had before.
He subconsciously wanted to let go of his hands.
But at this time, the whole body's blood was already welling up. Even in the dark room, at such a close distance, Nan Yan could see that his eyes were red, and his breathing was hot. It seemed that his blood was swollen. The feeling of breaking down.
What's up with him?
Thinking of this, she subconsciously reached out and hugged him.
As a result, the hands tightened her in his arms even harder, and Nan Yan only felt the bones of his whole body shatter in his embrace.
At this moment, there was a gust of wind in my ears.
Before he had time to react, he felt the person on his body tense, and then slowly fell down.
All of a sudden, she overwhelmed her on the bed.
"...!"
The pair of iron tongs arms finally loosened, Nan Yan panted heavily, opened his eyes, and saw Zhu Feng faint, his tall body slowly sliding to one side.
And behind him, stood a familiar figure.
"Are you OK?"
He Yi's deep and familiar voice sounded in the night.
"Crane...yi?"
Nan Yan looked at the person in front of him in surprise.
He Yi in the dark night, his body still exuded the cold air brought from outside, one of his hands was withdrawn from Zhu Feng's back, it seemed that he had just tapped a few acupuncture points on his body.
At this time, Zhu Feng's breathing and heartbeat were completely chaotic.
The blood is almost on the verge of collapse.
Even if Nan Yan didn't know medicine at all, seeing him like this, he felt his urgency. He hurriedly stood up and hugged Zhu Feng, "The emperor! What happened to you, the emperor?"
"..."
Zhu Feng had no way to respond to him.
Nan Yan panicked at a loss, then raised his head to look at Xiang Heyi: "What's wrong with him? Why is this happening?"
At that moment, she couldn't feel any breath on Zhu Feng's body.
Even, no killing was felt.
Although Zhu Feng has always been a very hostile person, especially when he kills, even across a wall, he can feel the sharp murderous intent of a blade.
But just now, she couldn't feel it; although she couldn't feel it, she almost died in his arms.
This made her tremble.
She asked, "What happened to him?"
He Yi supported Zhu Feng, frowned, glanced at her, and then said: "He is at the gate of life and death."
"..."
Just a few words made Nan Yan shiver.
Life and death?
What do you mean?
Is Zhu Feng now on the verge of death?
Why is this happening? Isn't he alright?
As if he understood the doubts in her eyes, He Yi was silent for a while, and then said: "I can't explain this to you for the time being. Right now, the matter of the emperor is most important."
At this time, there was another sound of footsteps outside.
Nan Yan looked up, and there was a swaying fire outside the door, as if someone came over with a torch, and a figure shook at the door.
"Where is the emperor?"
"Did the emperor come here?"
"Is it here?"
He Yi turned his head and said: "The emperor is here, come and send the emperor back to the palace."
When the people outside heard it, they rushed in.
The fire illuminates this small room. When I saw Zhu Feng fainted on the bed, and then saw some disheveled Nanyan on the other side, the guards all bowed their heads in fright: "The concubine empress."
It was He Yi, with a solemn expression: "Not so much politeness, hurry up!"
"Yes."
They hurried forward, helped Zhu Feng who was in a coma, and several people staggered out.
Seeing that He Yi was about to turn and leave, Nan Yan got off the bed in a hurry, pulled his sleeves, and looked at the back outside the door. She was anxious: "He Yi, you just need to tell me, the emperor he—he Nothing will happen, right?"
"..."
This time, it was the first time she felt he hesitated since she knew Heyi for so long.
The dignified expression on that Qingjun's face was unbearable to look straight.
Nan Yan's heart also sank.
"How is it?"
He Yi glanced at her again, and then said: "I will try my best."
"..."
"just--"
"Just how?"
"Maybe, it will cost a lot."
As he said, frowning, looking at Nan Yan, he said word by word: "Noble concubine, the emperor will find here. Indeed, it makes Xia Xia a little surprised."
"..."
"He was supposed to be... he didn't remember anything, he wouldn't be merciful to anyone."
Show mercy!
These two words made Nan Yan shiver suddenly.
"You mean he—"
"..."
He Yi also knew that she had scared her, but he didn't need to conceal it anymore.
Shen Sheng said: "When I came here, Zai Xia really thought that he would see the body of the imperial concubine."
"...!"
Nan Yan's heartbeat paused.
"However, it is precisely because of this that I must first tell my mother that you must be prepared."
"..."
"The price is quite high."
"..."
After speaking, he turned and left.
A cold wind suddenly came in from outside, Nan Yan stood at the door, and for a moment he felt the blood all over his body was frozen into ice.
She felt that she suddenly understood something, but she felt a little dazed.
Considerable price?
How old?
On that day, I almost paid my life. Is this price not enough?
What is the price mentioned by He Yi?
She subconsciously wanted to go out, but the cold wind roared outside and the snow covered the sky, but it was like another cruel world, stopping her.
At this moment, another bright light flashed nearby.
Nan Yan turned his head slowly, and saw Qin Ruolan holding a candlestick, standing silently in the cold wind.