Chapter 1582: Secretary-South-Smoke!

"Still, my place has become the most filthy and salty place in this palace."
"..."
"All cats and dogs, send them to my eyes!"
"...!"
Nan Yan could not breathe.
These words seem to be saying--
Nan Yan's face turned pale, but when Grandpa Yu heard this, what else did he not understand? Suddenly he knelt down in front of the bed and trembling with fear, and said with a sad face: "The emperor forgive me, the servants deserve to die, the servants deserve to die."
"You deserve to die? You shouldn't."
"Slaves--"
"You should fight, fight hard!"
"The emperor spare his life!"
Nan Yan sighed softly.
In any case, how can Father Yu be so old?
Not to mention whether he can stand up to his fight, this alone is scary enough.
She turned and walked slowly, and walked to the side of Grandpa Yu, and said softly, "Yufu, get up."
"..."
Grandpa Yu looked up to see that she was back again, and was overjoyed.
However, I dare not really get up.
After all, this is still the emperor's bedroom, and the emperor's will is supreme. If he does not speak, he would never dare to get up. Even if the concubine and empress said so, in fact, it is also a crime of presumption.
So, he carefully raised his head and glanced at Zhu Feng.
But saw that His Majesty the Emperor was still holding the book and covering his face.
like a statue.
He did not agree, nor did he accuse the imperial concubine of "presumptuous" and furious.
Seeing him like this, Nan Yan knew he didn't dare yet, sighed, and whispered: "Here is my palace to serve, so you-don't stay, it will hinder the emperor's eyes.
"..."
Zhu Feng still did not speak.
But, as if to hear him softly "hum".
Grandpa Yu hurriedly kowtowed at the emperor, then stood up carefully, making sure that he didn't want to say anything, and hurriedly ran away from the palace.
Also closed the door.
When the door was closed, there were only two of them left in Nuo Da's bedroom.
Nan Yan looked back again and saw Zhu Feng still holding the bookend in front of his face.
She didn't say anything, she walked to the bed and stood there, waiting quietly, but Zhu Feng remained silent and didn't make any movements. Instead, it was the candlelight on one side, not knowing what it was affected, flashing.
Nan Yan walked over and drew the candle wick that had been slightly bent over, and the light became brighter.
Zhu Feng was silent.
Nan Yan waited quietly for a while, but really had nothing to do, then went to the other side to pour a cup of tea, and put it on the table next to the bed.
Standing by the bed again.
Zhu Feng remained silent.
Nan Yan waited for a while.
In fact, it's not bad to be so quiet, but she was a little tired from standing like this. After thinking about it, she dragged a stool to the bedside.
I am ready to sit down like this.
From the time she fiddled with the wick, Zhu Feng's fingers holding the book had a spasm, and when she went to pour tea again, his breathing became even tighter.
Although the whole person lay there and didn't move, the body inside seemed to have a nameless karma fire.
At this time, he had already rushed to the top of his head.
Seeing that Nan Yan didn't say a word, he dragged another stool over to sit down, and he finally couldn't help it.
A carp hit hard and bounced off the bed.
Gritting his teeth, he smashed the book that he didn't know what was written to the ground.
"Si-Nan-Smoke!"
"...!"
Nan Yan was also taken aback by his sudden violent suddenness.
When he loosened his hand, the stool fell down.