Although he said this, Nanyan did not speak immediately, but looked at him with reddened eyes that had become dry from tears.

The two men looked at each other for a long time, silent.

I don't know how long it took, Nanyan finally spoke, but instead of making a request, he asked: "This time, the emperor was originally going to kill me, right?" ”

“……”

"The emperor wants me to die, right?"

“……”

Zhu Feng looked at her reddened eyes.

He has always been very open about what he does, whether it is good or bad.

But it's the first time, and some can't open their mouths.

However, he was still calm after all, and nodded: "Yes." ”

Tears welled up from his dry eyes again, Nanyan looked at the man, looked at the face that made his soul haunted, and choked up: "Why did the emperor do this to me? ”

“……”

"Is it because of the art of disgust?"

Zhu Feng was silent for a moment and said, "Did you do it?" ”

Nanyan shook his head firmly: "No." ”

Not a surprising answer.

Therefore, he also said calmly: "I, it's not because of this. ”

For a moment, Nanyan only felt that the pain all over her body was screaming at this moment, as if she was going to be cornered all at once. She raised her eyes to look at him, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's because the slave maid is ...... with Master Jane, and the emperor thinks that the slave maid wants to leave the palace, right?" ”

As soon as he mentioned this, Zhu Feng's eyes also turned red.

He said in a deep voice, "Yes." ”

Nanyan choked and said, "It's because the slave wants to go...... If you want to leave the palace, the emperor is - is he angry? ”

“……”

Zhu Feng was a little speechless.

Because a female official wants to leave the palace and wants to leave, he wants her life, and he can't do this kind of thing.

But he did almost kill Si Nanyan.

Clearly seeing the strangulation marks on her neck, which were almost fatal wounds, Zhu Feng only felt a dull pain in his chest, and the pain made him clench his teeth, and in the end, he only let out a muffled "um".

This answer made Nanyan's tears slide down from the corners of his eyes again.

"Slave maid...... Can't go? ”

“……”

This time, Zhu Feng's breath was a little heavier.

He kept his head down, his hands still at her sides, and imprisoned her under himself, more like he was confined to one of his own cages.

He said word by word: "Of course not." ”

“……”

"You've been by my side, you've made me—"

“……”

"Of course you can't go."

“……”

"You can't just walk away."

“……”

"I won't let you go."

Listening to his resolute, unquestionable, and indestructible words like a decree, Nanyan's tears flowed even more fiercely.

Soon, the pillows were soaked in a large soak.

Seeing her crying silently, her whole body trembling under herself, Zhu Feng felt that the tip of his heart hurt as if someone had taken it off, and he raised a hand to wipe her tears.

And Nanyan turned over and faced the wall, and the whole person curled up in a ball.

She was avoiding him.

Zhu Feng frowned.

He should have been angry, a slave avoided him like this, he should be angry, but now, all the anger was overpowered by the pain of pins and needles in his heart.

He slowly lay down, lay down beside her, and took the little woman who wanted to avoid him, but could not avoid it, into his arms.

Her tears finally soaked into his arms.