Chapter 1167: Who do you really believe in?

Nan Yan did not speak, only lowered his head.
Zhu Feng's tone became darker: "Could it be that you are still mad at me, or do you still believe in me?"
Nan Yan lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
"If I can't believe the emperor, I won't say those things to the emperor."
At that time, she was indeed talking angry.
Because there is no way to vent the full of grief and anger-the people in Jian’s family are all good people, and she has given her family-like warmth when she is most difficult. She does not expect that good people must be rewarded, but she cannot accept it. Such a harmonious and tender family finally ended in such a tragic ending, and even more distressed Jian Ruocheng's situation.
Plus at that time, Zhu Feng even doubted her relationship with Li Bu hurt.
So, when she realized that Zhu Feng had sent someone back to Beiping to find someone from Jian's family, she almost subconsciously vented her anger on him.
However, as long as she calmed down a little bit, she knew that the truth was not like that.
She also believed that, with Zhu Feng's disposition, if she really wanted to kill, she would kill with dignity and vigor, and she would not use such means, let alone deny it in front of her.
but--
Zhu Feng said: "If you believe me, why stay here?"
"..."
Nan Yan gritted his teeth, then raised his head to look at him, and said, "I believe in the emperor, does the emperor completely believe in me?"
"..."
"The emperor asked himself, who do you really believe in?"
"..."
Tears flickered in Nan Yan's eyes, and he choked up and said, "The emperor completely believes in Qin Ruolan."
Zhu Feng frowned.
He was about to say something, but Nan Yan already said coldly: "Any word or word of hers can generate so much power in the emperor’s heart; and I, no matter what I say or do, the emperor always Turn a blind eye."
"..."
"Since you refuse to believe me, why should you keep me by your side?"
Zhu Feng's brows suddenly twisted into the word "Chuan".
His chest was undulating violently, as if some emotions were swelling in his chest, almost bursting out, but he still gritted his teeth, suppressing himself as hard as possible, and said solemnly: "Could it be that no matter what I say, you are not Will you go back with me? Do you have to stay here?"
"..."
He always avoided talking about that woman.
Nan Yan looked at him, and the tears in his eyes seemed to dry up.
That kind of hard gaze made people feel sad.
She said: "I still said that."
"..."
"The emperor still thinks that he is not at all wrong?"
"..."
Zhu Feng's face suddenly sank.
It was not the first time he heard this sentence. Nan Yan had asked him this way after the turmoil in Jian's house.
No one dared to ask him that way.
No one dared to raise such questions twice before him.
Because, from ancient times to the present, the emperor is not wrong.
Even if there is a mistake, the people below do not even dissuade him, and make mistakes without thinking about the emperor, and the emperor himself is not wrong, even if he has already made a mistake, it must be right.
This is the dignity of the emperor.
However, this little girl is challenging his dignity for the second time.
Zhu Feng gritted his teeth and said, "What are you going to say?"
Nan Yan looked at him firmly: "I want the emperor to answer me, who is to blame for the Jian family."
"..."
Through the window, the morning sun gently sprinkled on their faces, and their bodies still had the delicate breath left after the lingering lingering last night, and there was even the smell of each other in each other's bodies.
Nan Yan leaned against his arms, a thin blanket wrapped her snow-white body, showing her slender neck and jagged collarbone.
This was originally a beautiful picture.
This should have been a warm morning.
But at this moment, the exquisite feeling that remained in the bodies of the two people last night is fading bit by bit, and the warmth stained by the ironing of the skin is also dissipated bit by bit by the cold in the heart.
The heart is getting cold.
Zhu Feng frowned and looked at her, his eyes gradually getting colder.
Nan Yan also looked at him.
Her gaze was not cold, nor resentful, but there was a kind of stubbornness that could not be suppressed, like a little light in the darkness, although vague, as long as it exists, it can never be defeated.
Zhu Feng gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Si Nanyan, do you know who are you talking to?"
"..."
"Do you know that no one can speak to me like this!"
"..."
"Do you want to use this method to punish yourself, to punish me?"
Nan Yan looked at him, and the stubbornness in her eyes revealed another trace of desolation. She trembled and said, "The emperor, you know, the Jian family is dead."
"..."
"Dead, to die means to never come back."
Zhu Feng's breathing suddenly choked.
This sentence, also like a knife, pierced his chest severely.
Nan Yan's voice became even more choked, and said hoarsely: "I am missing a piece in my heart, and I will never be able to make it back."
"..."
"I stay in the cold palace, not to hurt myself, nor to punish someone through this. It's just that before the emperor answers my question, I can't go back to where I was, let alone go back to my original life. "
...
In the end, in the sad mist in the morning, Grandpa Yu saw Zhu Feng's figure slowly walking out of the cold palace.
He greeted him with joy.
"emperor!"
The fog made the expression in Zhu Feng's eyes look a little vague, but it was clear that the bloodthirsty breath like a beast last night had disappeared after this night.
He actually calmed down.
Yu Gonggong's heart was suspended all night, and finally let go.
He said cautiously: "The emperor was in Leng Gong last night-did he spend it with the imperial concubine?"
"..."
"The emperor, why didn't you take the empress from the cold palace?"
"..."
Once this sentence was finished, I felt Zhu Feng's eyes flashed again.
Duke Yu discovered that Zhu Feng, who had always been majestic and heroic, as if the whole world was in his grasp, revealed a kind of almost helpless aura.
He has never been like this.
However, when he faced the petite woman in his arms and the stubborn stubbornness in her eyes as weak as a candle in the wind, he always felt that he was so powerless towards her.
Grandpa Yu became quiet immediately.
But Zhu Feng turned around and looked at the deep and cold Leng Gong.
In my ears, Nan Yan's desolate voice seemed to be echoing--
"I will accompany the emperor to experience all the storms, anger, sorrow, and joy. But it doesn't mean that I don't have my own emotions."