Chapter 1588 He is afraid that things are not going well...
Nan Yan's throat choked slightly.
Just as she was about to say something, Zhu Feng said, "Besides these, I have another reason why I must go."
Nan Yan paused: "What's the reason?"
Zhu Feng frowned and took another look at the document.
Nan Yan discovered that his eyes were not only solemn, but also extremely anxious, as if something was making him very worried.
He twisted the document between his fingers and handed it directly to Nan Yan.
After Nan Yan apologized, she took it and took a look. It was indeed what Zhu Feng had just said, with a few words of good luck and New Year greetings.
Nothing else.
Nan Yan was a little confused and looked at Zhu Feng in surprise: "Your Majesty, this——"
Zhu Feng leaned back in his chair, pinched his high nose bridge with one hand, and then said, "This letter was not written by Ye Zheng himself."
"ah?"
Nan Yan was startled.
Her first thought was, could this letter be written by someone else?
But he immediately overturned this idea - since it was an urgent message of 800 miles and it was important news, Ye Zheng would definitely use some special grammar that only the king and his ministers knew.
Zhu Feng could definitely tell the real from the fake.
That handwriting—
Nan Yan looked down again. In fact, she had known Ye Zheng for such a long time, but she had rarely seen Ye Zheng's letters, so she was not familiar with his handwriting. But Ye Zheng had followed Zhu Feng since he was a child, so Zhu Feng must recognize his handwriting.
so--
Ran Xiaoyu, who was standing behind her, had been listening to their conversation nervously, hoping to get some news about that person. But when it came to this, Zhu Feng stopped talking and Nan Yan also remained silent.
What happened?
Did something happen to that bastard?
She subconsciously took a step forward, but did not dare to speak rashly, so she could only look at Nan Yan anxiously.
After all, sisters are connected by heart. Nan Yan seemed to be able to sense her anxiety and looked back at her.
But I don’t know how to say it.
Ye Zheng is now a high-ranking official in a certain area. Most officials, as long as their rank is high enough, will have a clerk by their side, and he is of course no exception. Many of the memorials submitted by officials to the emperor are drafted by the clerk and then copied down by the officials.
No matter how ugly the handwriting is, it must be written by hand.
This is a clear regulation of the court.
However, this urgent document sent over 800 miles, the news that Zhu Feng valued so much, was not written by Ye Zheng himself.
Nan Yan's breathing became tense, and she whispered, "Your Majesty, Ye Zheng—"
Zhu Feng let out a deep breath, then said, "There is only one situation in the court where officials don't have to write memorials in person, and that's when they're seriously injured or ill and can't lift a pen."
Hearing this, Ran Xiaoyu took a breath.
Zhu Feng glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.
Then he continued, "It's not like there haven't been such situations before."
“…”
"At that time, I was still the Prince of Yan. He was with the army on the expedition and his right shoulder was cut, almost to the point of having his entire arm ripped off. But at that time, he also wrote letters to me with his left hand."
“…”
This is more than just a rule.
It was a tacit understanding between Ye Zheng and Zhu Feng over the years. No matter how playful Ye Zheng appeared in front of him, he would never break the rules.
When Nan Yan heard this, she broke out in a cold sweat.
Her voice trembled slightly as she said, "Then, this time, Ye Zheng, he asked someone else to write this document to the Emperor, which means—"
At this point, she could hardly continue.
Ran Xiaoyu's breathing was choked.
Zhu Feng said slowly, "I'm afraid he's not doing well..."
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