Chapter 3380 First Encounter

Nan Yan's eyes widened as she stared at Zhu Feng's eyes, which sparkled with a hint of a smile under the faint moonlight. She said in a hoarse voice, "Your Majesty... Has Your Majesty ever seen me when I was still a baby?"

Zhu Feng's eyes were curved, and although he looked sick, his smile at this moment was extremely gentle.

He said: "Not only have I seen it, I have also held it in my arms."

“…”

"It's a small ball, like a meatball, but its voice is so loud and deep."

“…”

"I was almost dying of exhaustion holding you in my arms at that time."

Nan Yan's heart was beating like a drum.

She had speculated that her uncle Si Zhongwen had passed by Yumen Pass with him when he was still an infant, and that the old uncle and Empress Xiaoci had killed Princess Tana and taken away Zhu Feng outside Yumen Pass. So was it possible that these all happened at the same time?

If that's the case, is it possible that she and Zhu Feng have met?

Of course, this experience meant nothing to her. After all, she was just a baby in swaddling clothes who knew nothing at that time. However, she still couldn't help but wonder if there was such a possibility.

Now, this fact is really in front of her.

She and Zhu Feng had met not only at that time.

Even these rough, powerful hands, which had constantly given her warmth and strength over the past decade, had actually hugged her at that time.

Nan Yan's chest felt hot and surging, almost surging from her body. She was so excited that her voice became hoarse. With red eyes, she leaned over and half-lay on Zhu Feng's body, staring at Zhu Feng's eyes with bright flashes in her eyes.

"Is it true?"

“…”

"Have we really met? Did the Emperor even hug a concubine?"

Zhu Feng smiled and said softly, "Why would I lie to you?"

As he spoke, he reached out and gently tucked a strand of Nan Yan's messy hair behind her ear. A hint of sadness emerged in his gentle eyes. After a moment of silence, he slowly said in a voice choked with sobs, "Fortunately, I had you at that time."

Hearing this, Nan Yan was stunned for a moment.

She could vaguely feel that although Zhu Feng had woken up from the dream, he still carried the sadness and pain of the nightmare. However, she could only see his sadness and pain, but could not know. This time, Zhu Feng finally saw the truth of the nightmare that had plagued him for decades.

He was trapped in a cloud of sand and dust, unable to see his hand in front of him, and even his breathing seemed to be suffocating.

But that's not the most painful thing.

The most painful thing was the scene he witnessed with his own eyes.

Zhu Feng only then remembered that when his mother's blood splashed on his face, when his face was covered in blood and he saw his father's face, he had actually gone crazy.

He struggled and roared desperately like a mad little beast.

Even the many people brought by his father were unable to control him. In addition, the sudden sandstorm blew away all the people and horses, and he actually broke out of the encirclement of those people.

At this moment, Nan Yan's voice rang in my ears again: "How did the emperor and I meet?"

Zhu Feng looked at her for a while and said, "Your uncle was injured, and I picked you up."

"ah?"

Nan Yan immediately remembered that the letter left by Si Zhongwen did mention that he was injured.

In other words, he was injured and walking in this wasteland with his infant self. The wisp of green smoke he saw rising from the southern sky was most likely -

She looked at Zhu Feng's pale face in disbelief.

If that's the case, then isn't my name derived from him?

Nan Yan felt as if she was in a dream.

Everything seemed so unreal. The only thing that made her feel real was that her hands were always on Zhu Feng's body and she could clearly feel his heavy heartbeat.

Nan Yan murmured, "Actually, is this really the case?"

She thought for a moment and then asked, "Then, uncle's injury—"

Zhu Feng glanced at her, his eyes flickering, as if he was avoiding something. After a long while, he said, "He bumped into us."

“…”

Nan Yan keenly realized that the "we" he mentioned probably didn't refer to him.

Because it is impossible for him to hurt Si Zhongwen.

It should be that he was with someone else, and that person, or those people, hurt Si Zhongwen.

Nan Yan asked, "So, what happened next?"

"later……"

As Zhu Feng spoke, his eyes became a little confused again.

In fact, everything was in chaos for him at that time. There was only one thought in his confused mind - he had lost everything and must not lose anyone again.

Especially this little life in my arms.

In fact, he didn't even know who she was, but that stubborn, sobbing cry was like a bit of clarity, always pulling at his mind and preventing him from falling into complete frenzy. He just held the soft and tender little baby in his arms and walked forward along the bumpy road.

Along the way, they also encountered ferocious sand wolves and cunning foxes.

Zhu Feng never gave up the baby in his arms for a moment, and he even used his own body to protect her.

On the surface, he seems to be the child's support.

But in fact, this child is his support.

When a person suffers a huge blow, loses everything, and is almost completely disappointed with the world, if there is someone to take care of him and protect him, he will have a reason to survive.

Therefore, only with this baby crying in his arms could he prove that he had not lost everything. It seemed that all his life depended on the fact that she was still alive and in his arms.

Until later, they were finally found.

The baby was taken away and given to the person who brought her back. Zhu Feng, having once again lost the most important support in his life, finally collapsed completely.

After that, he was taken back to Peking, and then Tai Shang Wangqing took away all his memories.

He forgot the tragedy he had witnessed, forgot the scorching blood of his mother splattered on him when she was killed, and forgot the brief tenderness brought by the little baby squirming in his arms.

He turned into a cold and vicious prince.

Over the next decade or so, he had his own love-hate entanglements, which had nothing to do with that little baby, until—

It was not until the Jingnan Campaign that he rushed into the imperial city covered in blood. In the Jiaotai Hall which was engulfed in flames, he met the young woman who seemed weak but had an extremely firm heart.

He thought it was their first meeting.

Turns out not.

Zhu Feng's gaze slowly moved to the face of the young woman in front of him.

He looked at her carefully for a long time.

Nan Yan asked, "What's wrong?"