Chapter 830: Paintings in the Golden House

Zhu Feng once said before that he deliberately made this situation today. After all, before in Lao, the two powers were side by side, or the three powers-but Munch and Ajislan were united. , Deal with Ashig.
And now, Ashig is dead.
His power will definitely be taken over.
Zhu Feng could return the people of Yihuatang to Ajislan, and some forces in the country must be taken away by Munch. The forces of Munch and Ajislan have also increased a lot. In this way, it seems that these two tops are left in the country.
The two powers... seldom get along with each other in peace, they are always competing.
However, Nan Yan still hesitated a little: "The emperor, Munch and Ajislan, will they really fight?"
Zhu Feng said indifferently: "The mentality of being an emperor is like this."
"..."
"Monk keeps a low profile, it is impossible to foster another'Ahig', and Ajislan is not a person who can stay in the hands for a long time."
"..."
"It's a matter of time before the two of them compete."
"..."
"But it's not now."
"why?"
"I just dealt with an Ashig. Although the two people took over his power, everything is still unstable. They need to digest these powers. For example, if the people in Yihuatang are definitely not convinced by Ajislan, he must Appease these people. It's the same with Munch."
Nan Yan nodded, it is rare that Zhu Feng could see through these things at a glance.
Sure enough, people who are emperors are different.
He went on to say: "Starting a war hastily will only wipe out everything you get. After all, fighting is killing people, and no one wants to kill their own people."
"..."
"and--"
"what?"
"They are also afraid that I will take advantage of the vacancy to enter at this time."
"What about the emperor?"
"I?" Zhu Feng thought for a while, smiled faintly, and said: "Although it looks like it is a good thing to take advantage of it at this time, but it may not be really good. I still have a lot of things to do, not right. When the country went to war."
As he said, his eyes became gloomy.
"If you really want to go to war with Lao Guo, it will be a big battle."
Nan Yan shuddered suddenly.
Of course she understands.
Although I have been on the battlefield with Zhu Feng before, the battle between the border of Vietnam and Peking, but those are all small troubles, if the country of Lao and Yan country really formally go to war, the scene is definitely not what I can imagine.
Just like that year, Emperor Gao expelled the Kingdom of Lao from the Central Plains. There was war everywhere, and the people didn't live a life.
Thinking of that situation, Nan Yan couldn't help but feel a little heavy.
Fighting is not a good thing after all.
Zhu Feng looked at her: "What are you thinking about?"
"No, nothing."
"Hurry up and eat."
"Hey."
After the two of them had breakfast, Zhu Feng would naturally go to deal with his affairs.
Xiao Anping was full of milk and hugged him back. She was full of energy. He kept tossing in Nan Yan's arms. Nan Yan smiled and said, "Why are you so strong? Since you are so strong, then follow your mother for a walk."
It happens to be today, and the weather is good.
Holding Xiao Anping, she took Ran Xiaoyu out of Yishoutang, and after a while, she went to the garden.
Faintly, some new green has appeared on the branches of the treetops.
This is the case in the north. Although the sky is covered with snow and ice in winter, it warms up very quickly as soon as the spring begins. The good weather for several days has caused a lot of tender leaves to grow on the bare branches before.
Although the number is not large, seeing this new green makes people happy.
However, today's garden is not so quiet.
The golden building in front is noisy.
Nan Yan hugged Xiao Anping and walked for a while, his arms became a little sore, and he handed the child to Ran Xiaoyu. When he walked over, it turned out that some servants boarded the golden building and opened the doors and windows to clean.
It was just cleaned up at this time, and there was still a little moisture on the ground, and the feeling of coldness made people feel very clean.
Watching those people come out, then he asked Wu Ying, who was standing outside the building, "Guogong, everything has been cleaned up."
Wu Ying asked with his hands behind his back and nodded.
He raised his head and glanced upstairs, then said: "The locks are all closed?"
"Yes."
"Very well, go down."
Those people retreated one after another.
Wu Yingqi was about to leave. At this moment, he heard Xiao Anping's grunting noise unconsciously. He turned his head and hurriedly came over to ask for peace: "The old minister pays homage to the imperial concubine, Princess Anping."
South flue: "Guo Duke, please start."
Wu Yingqiu straightened up and took another look at Princess Anping in Ran Xiaoyu's arms.
I felt fortunate that I added a little more at this time, but there was an almost loving smile on his face, and he said, "The little princess is so cute."
"Thank you for the compliment."
Nan Yan is not stupid, of course, he knows that his praise is not very sincere, I am afraid that more, it is fortunate, that the prince he gave birth to is a dead baby.
She only looked up at the Jinlou: "What was the country's father doing just now?"
"Oh, someone broke into the golden building a few days ago and stole the things on it. Today, the old minister asked someone to clean the building aside and changed the lock on the third floor."
"It should be."
Nan Yan nodded and said, "Then, I heard that the box—"
"It's already taken out."
"..."
"The emperor is thinking of a way to open that box, so naturally there is no need to lock it in the third floor."
"fair enough."
Nan Yan nodded, then looked up again, Wu Yingqiu smiled and said, "Do you want to go up and have a look?"
South Yandao: "Speaking of which, I haven't seen this building in the daytime."
"If Niangniang wants to see, the old minister can accompany the Niangniang up."
"Then bother Guo Duke."
"Don't dare."
Wu Yingqiu made a gesture to her, so Nan Yan took Ran Xiaoyu and Xiao Anping, who was constantly tossing in her arms, slowly walking into this golden building.
On the first floor, there is nothing to look at.
Ascended the steps and went directly to the second floor.
The last time I came here, it was with Zhu Feng. It was dark and there was only a lantern in his hand, so I could only look at it roughly. Now that the doors and windows are open and the second floor is brightly lit, I can see this open hall clearly.
Sure enough, there were a lot of treasure pavilions around, with some precious antiques placed on them.
There are also some famous paintings on the walls.
Nan Yan saw one of them at a glance.
The surrounding words are almost all paintings of famous artists. Only this painting does not seem to be hand-written by a famous artist, nor is it a landscape with a distant artistic conception, but a scene.
A group of people, about seven or eight, sat in front of the hall.
It's like a very formal occasion.
Looking at each person in the painting, they are sitting in full jeopardy, neatly dressed, as if they are discussing something.
However, because it is not a masterpiece, there is no seal, no inscription, only a lone painting.