As soon as he saw her crying, Zhu Feng's originally heavy breath was suddenly suffocated.

A tear slipped down the pale, haggard face, leaving a long tear trail, but it seemed to make her look even thinner and weaker.

And Nan Yan's face no longer had any expression, only a tear, he looked up at him, and said in a dumb voice: "Then the emperor, how about the slave maid?" ”

“……”

Zhu Feng suddenly felt that he was stopped by her.

He was angry for a long time, and he was angry like that, but when she asked him, he realized that he really didn't know what he wanted her.

But—

I am the emperor, how can I be asked by a slave?

He calmed his face and said coldly: "Lie down for me, don't move anymore!" ”

Nanyan bit her lower lip and really slowly bent over to lie down, but unlike the position she had just laid down, she leaned against the corner and curled up as much as she could.

Moreover, it is facing away from Zhu Feng.

Zhu Feng only felt that there were flames in this carriage all of a sudden, burning his eyes a little red, and he almost wanted to lift her hand and throw her off the car, but just when he was about to make a move, he saw her back.

Nanyan is very thin, and his clothes are thin, so when he lies on his side, the butterfly bones behind him are towering.

At this time, it was still twitching slightly.

Zhu Feng's breath suddenly sank again.

However, he didn't say anything, didn't do anything, just sat down heavily at the other end of the carriage after a long silence, felt a wet sleeve in the very uncomfortable, reached out and touched it only to find that the handkerchief just now was stained with cold water, and his inner sleeve had been wet.

He angrily crumpled the thing and tossed it aside.

Ye Chen, who had been riding a horse outside, heard a sound in the golden cart and couldn't help but sigh again.

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After walking for most of the day, they stopped, and the attendant brought a food box.

When I opened it, I saw some delicate side dishes inside.

The weather was too hot, and Zhu Feng was not in the mood to eat some greasy meals no matter how good his appetite was, so the accompanying imperial chef tried to make some exquisite snacks.

As soon as the box is opened, the enticing fragrance wafts out and fills the compartment.

Zhu Feng had no appetite, only glanced down, and was about to close the lid tastelessly, when he heard a "grunt" sound from the corner on the other side of the carriage.

Although the sound is small, it is very obvious because it is a closed carriage.

He turned his head to look at the figure lying on his side with his back to him.

Nanyan really hoped that Gao Yurong's people would really strangle themselves that day.

Why is this time in the first place? Why this time?

Moreover, let Zhu Feng hear it.

But what she didn't know was that she had been in a coma for a whole day due to heat stroke, and she hadn't eaten anything except Ye Zhen who fed her a little water to drink, otherwise she wouldn't be so weak that she couldn't even walk.

Zhu Feng was still a little angry in his heart, but when he heard that voice, he didn't know why, but suddenly felt again-

He said coldly: "Get up! ”

“……”

Nanyan frowned, biting her lower lip hard, forcing the red tide on her face to fade, and then slowly sat up with her weak hands.

Turning around, she lowered her head and slowly came over, and saw all kinds of delicate side dishes in the food box, and-

A pair of chopsticks.

It turned out that he had asked himself to come and serve him for dinner.