Regardless of whether Ye Chen's words were true or not, what she had seen with her own eyes in the past few days was that King Yan was indeed murderous without blinking, and just now, she saw him put his sword on the side of his pillow.

What if I walk over and am killed by him in my dream?

Thinking of this, she slowly sat down again.

However, she still remembered the incident in her head, and she could no longer sit and doze off like she had just done. The soft quilt on the ground seemed to be pressed against her, and she also knew that although it was a hot day, it would still be cold at night.

Sleep like this for one night, King Yan won't catch a cold and get sick tomorrow, right?

Thinking of this, she hesitated a little, stood up against the wall, and walked gently to the place close to the bed.

Zhu Feng was still asleep deeply, his snort was heavy, and his snoring was getting louder and louder, shaking the candlesticks on the candlesticks beside the bed and trembling slightly.

Nanyan couldn't help but think of yesterday in the Huagai Palace, when he angrily scolded General Chen Fu, his voice was so thick, and he even shook the cups on the table with one palm, by the way, he also broke his hand when he picked up the pieces.

Nanyan couldn't help but raise his hand to look at the small scar on the tip of his ring finger, in fact, it didn't hurt anymore, but sometimes it was a little itchy.

She sighed and walked cautiously up.

This bed was probably temporarily moved from other palaces, it was not too big, a tall man like King Yan slept on it, his hands and feet were wide open, and he felt that he couldn't let him go, no wonder he fell asleep and fell asleep.

She carefully bent down, picked up the corner of the quilt and slowly covered it back on Zhu Feng's body.

He was still snoring and slept without knowing anything.

Nanyan looked down at him, couldn't help but smile, and then turned around and prepared to leave in a whisper.

However, as soon as he turned around, he suddenly heard the person behind him seem to move, and there was the sound of something falling to the ground with a snort.

Looking back, Zhu Feng turned over and kicked the quilt under the bed again.

Nanyan frowned involuntarily-

"What?"

Is this a good murder in a dream? This is a good kick quilt in a dream, right?

However, when she picked up the quilt again and was about to cover it back on King Yan, she found that his forehead was covered with fine and dense sweat, Yingting's sword eyebrows were wrinkled together, his thin lips opened and closed slightly, and he gently spit out two words: "Don't!" ”

“……！”

Nanyan's eyes widened in surprise.

King Yan is like this, like this like - having a nightmare?

He was sweating profusely, as if someone was choking his neck, and his breathing became cramped, Nanyan felt that something was wrong with him, and he didn't dare to squeak, so he could only take a fan over and fan him gently.

A cool breeze blew on Zhu Feng's face, and gradually, he seemed to feel a lot more comfortable, and the expression on his face slowed down.

Nanyan didn't know why he wanted to laugh a little, he didn't expect that His Royal Highness King Yan, who was extremely brave and invincible on the battlefield, would also have nightmares, and he looked helpless.

Seeing that he had calmed down a lot, Nanyan also breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to turn around and prepare to leave, when suddenly, a hand reached over and grabbed her wrist.

Nanyan was startled and hurriedly turned around.

Zhu Feng, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.