Nanyan broke out in a cold sweat.

If this is the case, Zhu Feng has been in the palace, and after listening to her persuasion, he put the palace maids in the harem who were still guilty of their bodies back to the court, and maybe the people who used the technique of disgust were among them.

So, will he be in danger?

Seeing Nanyan's pale face, Young Mrs. Jiahe seemed to understand something.

She whispered, "But don't worry too much, it was just my guess." ”

“……”

"Besides, there are so many doctors and good medicines in the palace, and it will be fine."

Nanyan looked at her gentle eyes and nodded slightly.

"Hmm."

At this time, Xiao Yu ran over with a small bow: "Beautiful sister, come and shoot arrows with me." ”

"Huh? I won't. ”

"I can't learn it."

Mrs. Jiahe said: "Xiao Yan, don't come nonsense, Sister Nanyan came to our house to recuperate because she was not in good health, and she can't shoot arrows." ”

"Oh......"

When Xiao Yu heard this, he hurriedly put away his bow and arrows.

But there was still a look of loss on his face.

Nanyan couldn't bear to disappoint him, so he said, "Then, if there are other games, I can also play with you." ”

Xiao Yu thought for a while and said, "Let's throw the pot, you don't need to spend any effort to throw the pot." Mother, is that okay? ”

Young Mrs. Jiahe thought about it, and then said: "This is good, you can move, and you don't need too much strength, and you are not afraid of injury." ”

Nanyan smiled: "That's it." ”

Soon someone came with a flask and put it on the grass, and they took the arrows and threw them into it one by one.

Mrs. Jiahe also seemed to enjoy this activity, and she joined in.

Pitching is a very old game, which is said to have been handed down from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and is similar to archery, but it does not require much space and does not require much effort.

Everyone stood ten paces away, holding arrows and throwing them at the flask.

If the arrow can be put into the pot, it wins.

Although Xiao Yu is young, he is very stable at hand, and he seems to have obtained the true inheritance of his father, and four or five out of ten arrows can be thrown.

After the shot, the sound of snatching kept ringing.

However, Nanyan has been absent-minded.

She always wondered in her heart, who was using the technique of disgust in the palace, and what was his purpose?

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Little by little, time passed.

Jian Ruocheng sat on the chair next to the wall in Wuying Hall and helped Zhu Feng transcribe the documents.

Early in the morning, he called himself into the palace, thinking that there was something important, but when he came, he found that there was nothing.

It's just a transcription of paperwork.

I am a Chinese scholar and a provincial right man to do such chores.

He sighed, rubbed his somewhat sore wrist, and continued writing.

And Zhu Feng, after reviewing a copy of the book in his hand, raised his head and glanced at him.

In fact, last night, I almost didn't sleep in the car, and I called him into the palace early in the morning, and I couldn't sleep well, and I was very tired at this time.

Xiao Shunzi next to him saw that he was tired, and hurriedly served a cup of tea.

Zhu Feng took a sip, and then asked Jian Ruocheng to bring tea as well, and the two of them sat quietly opposite each other, and the heat of the tea steamed up, making this hall seem extraordinarily quiet.

Zhu Feng hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't help it, and asked, "She, how is it?" ”

Jian Ruocheng raised her head and looked at him.

"The female official has been placed last night, but-early this morning, the emperor let the minister enter the palace, and she hasn't had time to take care of her."

“……”

"The emperor forgives the sin, and the ministers will take care of it more."

"No need!"