Chapter 823: Princess Anping

The noise outside gradually faded away.
Zhu Feng originally wrinkled his brows, and planned that if Ye Wei's voice were louder, he would go out and kick him away, but fortunately, they all walked away.
When I lowered my head, I saw Nan Yan who was sitting next to me, with his head hanging down, gently shaking the cradle by the bed with one hand.
In the cradle, a puff-puffed, red baby was sleeping asleep.
This is the first princess of Changping Dynasty.
He is also the first daughter of Zhu Feng.
Princess Anping.
Giving her this title is nothing more than hoping that her life will be safe and secure without any bumps.
After all, her mother has already suffered a lot.
Thinking of this, Zhu Feng looked at Nan Yan again. Only two days later, her whole body was haggard again. The vitality that she had been able to cultivate for a while before was used up in these two days. It's almost there.
However, Zhu Feng couldn't scold her.
I lost my grandmother, and I lost—
Thinking of this, the unhealed wound in his own heart seemed to be torn apart by blood.
He stretched out his hand and took Nan Yan's hand to stop her from shaking the cradle.
He whispered: "Anping has fallen asleep."
"..."
"You don't need to shake it anymore."
"..."
"Sleep for a while, you didn't sleep last night."
Nan Yan said softly: "Me, I still want to look at her."
"Nanyan..."
Zhu Feng let out a sigh of relief, grabbed her slender arm and moved her body towards herself.
At this moment, she could see her red eyes, slightly swollen, and sharpened chin.
Haggard is so distressing.
Zhu Feng looked at her quietly for a long time, but couldn't say a word when he wanted to say.
The two people are facing each other like this.
I don't know how long it took, he finally sighed and said, "Don't think about it."
"..."
With only three words, I saw tears rolling down from Nan Yan's eye sockets like broken beads.
This is the first time he persuaded her these days.
It was also the first few days that he saw Nan Yan weeping for the first time.
After waking up from a coma and accepting everything calmly, Nan Yan never cried anymore, and even did not ask the boy who had died. But every night, two people sleep on the same bed. I felt that she was suffering torture in her quiet body.
Her heart was tearing and bleeding.
But did not ask anyone for help.
But this time, I finally saw her crying, Zhu Feng stretched out his hand and hugged her into his arms, so that her face was pressed against his chest. After a while, the tears wetted his clothes, and he felt a chill in his chest. .
Nan Yan whimpered and cried out: "The emperor..."
"Ok."
"why?"
"..."
"Why can't our children survive?"
Zhu Feng's heart is also aching.
These days, he has not stopped asking, not only asking himself, but also asking God.
He looked forward to this son so much, even before he was born, he had set his life, he wanted him to be his prince and inherit this Great Yan Dynasty. He wants to do everything the best and put the prosperous world he can create into the hands of this child.
but--
By the way, it was this child who died.
Could it be that you did something wrong?
"Emperor, did I do something wrong, so God is going to punish me and take that kid away?"
"..."
"If so, why not take me away?"
"Nanyan!"
Hearing this sentence, Zhu Feng's heart hurt even more.
He hugged her tightly in his arms, and said solemnly: "I forbid you to say such a thing!"
"..."
"Anyone can go, anyone can go."
"..."
"But you can't!"
"..."
"Have you heard? You can't go anywhere without my permission!"
Listening to his domineering words, Nan Yan was sad and touched, crying so much that she could only hold him hard, and tried her best to vent all her grief.
In the end, she almost fainted from crying in his arms.
I don't know how long it took to wake up slowly.
A large area of ​​Zhu Feng's chest was already wet with tears, and the wet clothes stuck to his face, and it felt cold.
However, behind the clothes, Zhu Feng's warm chest brought her a little warmth.
Nan Yan couldn't help raising his head.
But when I saw Zhu Feng holding myself, I was asleep too.
In the past few days, he has not been well.
Staying with him every day, but Nan Yan knew that, in fact, he didn't feel better than himself.
He is looking forward to the arrival of this child more than himself.
Moreover, it was also the choice he made, instead of asking the imperial doctor to induce labor for himself when he was just rescued, but to let himself raise his body.
If labor can be induced earlier, will the child not have to die?
However, he would rather take such a risk than to suffer a little harm. This man really did too much for himself.
Unfortunately, even the prince he was looking forward to could not give him.
Thinking of this, Nan Yan felt even more sad.
It seemed that he felt the trembling of the person in his arms. Zhu Feng had been sleeping lightly. At this time, his eyebrows frowned slightly and he opened his eyes again.
He lowered his head and met Nan Yan's eyes.
The two looked at each other for a while.
"emperor……"
"Nanyan."
"The emperor, you—"
"Don't be sad anymore."
Originally, Nan Yan was still considering how to comfort him, but he didn't expect that the first to speak was Zhu Feng.
And this said, Nan Yan's eyes were hot again.
It was just that the tears could not flow out, probably because they were all drained just now, she could only sob and stretched out her hand to hug him.
Zhu Feng also hugged the little woman in her arms, now she is the mother of a child, but no matter what she has experienced, she still likes to drill into her arms.
Because for her, she is the one who can protect her.
Zhu Feng said softly: "I know that you are sad, and I - also sad."
"..."
"But no matter how sad it is, things have already happened."
"..."
"Perhaps, we should think better. At least, God gave us this lovely daughter, Princess Anping. She is our first daughter. I will take good care of her."
"..."
"As for—"
At the mention of the child, both of them trembled.
Zhu Feng's voice was a little strangely hoarse, but he still sighed and said, "Perhaps, this is God's will. Since God's will let him go, we will stop thinking about it."
"..."
"You are still young, we still have a chance."
"..."
"Just let that child leave quietly and without concern."
"..."
Nan Yan did not speak, but buried his face in his arms.
I don't know how long it took, and nodded gently.
"Ok."