Chapter 1018: Washing Hands and Making Soup
She turned her head and saw the familiar face right in front of her.
"ah……"
Nan Yan's heart was so excited that she didn't even have time to think about what had happened. The excitement and joy that surged in her heart when she saw this face was enough to fill her entire heart, and even her entire being.
Zhu Feng, Zhu Feng is right beside me!
He is right beside him.
Moreover, he appeared and protected me when I was in the most critical moment!
At that moment, she thought she was dreaming, and felt that all this was an illusion. She was afraid that it would disappear like smoke when she woke up, so she didn't dare to disturb it easily.
But I didn't expect that when I woke up, everything turned out to be true.
She lay on the bed, not moving for a while, not making any movements, just staring at him blankly, as if that was enough.
However, the change in her aura was quickly sensed by Zhu Feng, who was in a light sleep.
His brows furrowed slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
The two of them looked at each other unexpectedly.
"ah……"
Nan Yan looked at him, wanting to say something, but she couldn't utter a word. When she tried to speak again, the pain in her throat made her feel uncomfortable.
"Um?"
Zhu Feng suddenly woke up.
He was a man who had experienced war and had the ability to wake up from dreams at any time and immediately pick up a sword to fight the enemy. At this moment, he immediately came to his senses, reached out and pressed her shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "Don't speak, you are injured."
"ah……"
"Don't talk."
“…”
Nan Yan herself understood it, but she was so excited when she saw him wake up that she forgot about it.
She nodded obediently.
However, when he looked around, he was suddenly shocked.
There were still a lot of dried bloodstains on the ground and walls. Although the body was gone, she suddenly remembered what Zhu Feng had done before she fell unconscious. He had killed all those people!
She looked at Zhu Feng again: "Ah..."
For some reason, although it was only a short sound, Zhu Feng seemed to understand what she was asking. He seemed to hear her heartbeat and said calmly, "Don't worry."
“…”
"I took care of all those people."
“…”
"No one will hurt you again."
“…”
The last sentence made Nan Yan's heart warm again.
Of course she believed it.
This has happened more than once. In the past, it was in the camp of the State of Yue, in the deserted city of the State of Neng, and now, in this strange place. Every time, he appeared by her side in time.
If he were not the emperor, I would really have to suspect that he might be a divine general sent by God to my side.
Specifically to protect yourself.
But who has such great ability and such a grand ceremony to allow such protection to be given to an emperor?
A smile appeared on Nan Yan's face.
It is joyful and carries an indescribable sweetness.
If Zhu Feng knew what she was thinking, he would definitely pinch her face hard and say the words she was used to hearing - "I will strangle you to death."
But just thinking about it, her mind suddenly shook.
Suddenly she recalled that the last time they met was in the cold palace in the imperial city of Peking. Zhu Feng suddenly appeared in front of her and attacked her.
Almost strangled her to death!
Now, he is——
Nan Yan just thought about it and immediately raised her head to look at him, her eyes full of doubts and questions, but Zhu Feng had already stood up and walked out.
Nan Yan reached out to hold onto the bedpost: "Hey?"
She wanted to get up, but when she moved, she found that her whole body was weak and she collapsed on the head of the bed, almost falling down.
After catching his breath for a while, he saw Zhu Feng walking in from outside.
He was holding a steaming bowl in his hand.
Seeing her lying on the bed, he didn't say anything. He came over and helped her up with one hand, then said, "I know you must be hungry. They also told me before they left that your injury hasn't healed yet, so you can only drink porridge."
After saying that, he placed the bowl in front of her.
Nan Yan looked down and was stunned.
Is that porridge in the bowl?
This bowl of black stuff with a lot of lumps and an indescribable burnt smell, is it porridge?
Nan Yan just took a look, smelled it, and frowned.
Then she looked up at him with a look that seemed to say: Are you kidding me?
Zhu Feng saw her expression, then looked at his own "masterpiece", coughed lightly with some embarrassment, and then said, "This is the porridge I made."
“…”
"Drink first and talk later."
After all, he was the emperor, and it was a rare thing for someone to be willing to cook for others. He thought to himself that it would be better if this woman did not refuse him without knowing what was good for her.
And Nan Yan was also thinking in her heart.
Zhu Feng, wash your hands and cook the soup for yourself.
Even if it's poisonous, you have to drink it to show your appreciation.
So she obediently stretched out her hand, but unfortunately she had no strength, and as soon as her hand touched the edge of the bowl, it fell down softly.
When Zhu Feng saw this, he frowned slightly.
To be honest, he didn't enjoy taking care of patients.
He also didn't like seeing dying people. For him, who had always been full of energy, the sight of a bedridden person made him feel uncomfortable.
However, seeing her weak appearance, he did not feel impatient.
I just have an indescribable feeling of suffocation in my heart.
He let out a deep breath, helped the soft and boneless woman up, let her sit against the head of the bed, then he took a spoon and scooped it up, blew it carefully, and then brought it to her mouth.
“…”
Nan Yan looked up at him, a hint of joy in her eyes again.
In a trance, it seemed as if I had returned to the past.
There was a time when they were very close and sweet, but it seemed that since Feng Shu started to be favored, until a few days ago, they had not been so close for a long time.
I couldn't help but feel a little sad.
She didn't open her mouth for a long time. Zhu Feng frowned again, but when he spoke, his voice was still gentle: "Open your mouth and eat."
“…”
Nan Yan obediently opened her mouth and drank it.
I don’t know how long the porridge took to become such a paste. It was bitter and thick, and it was really unpalatable. But Nan Yan didn’t know if she was seriously ill, because she could actually taste a little sweetness in the bitterness on the tip of her tongue.
She drank it down sip by sip.
Although it was burnt porridge, it was edible after all. Drinking it while it was hot brought some color back to her face and she felt much better.
She raised her head and looked at Zhu Feng.
Zhu Feng asked, "Do you want more?"
“Uh uh!”
This time, Nan Yan simply shook her head.
One bowl of this stuff is enough, who would dare to ask for more?
Seeing her look, Zhu Feng regained some spirits, so he put the bowl aside and said, "Okay, now you can tell me."
"Um?"
"Who are you?"
“…!?”
Nan Yan suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked at him.
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