Chapter 3319: Around the age of ten
Zhu Feng said in a hoarse voice, "You are indeed worthy of being my son."
His voice was not only hoarse but also trembling, but his whole body seemed a little dull, as if the words that just came out of Wen Wuyu's mouth were really just some crazy talk without any value at all. Nan Yan watched from the side and felt even more depressed.
She thought for a moment, then stepped forward and whispered, "Don't disturb your father. Go and heal your wound."
Zhu Chengjun said obediently: "Yes."
After saying that, he curled up back on the bed obediently.
Nan Yan walked in front of Zhu Feng again.
Although he appeared calm and spoke to his son with unnatural tenderness, Nan Yan immediately noticed the flicker in his eyes; he had never looked so vulnerable before. Nan Yan thought for a moment, then reached out and took one of his hands. Feeling his fingertips as cold as ice, she squeezed it slightly harder, then said gently, "Your Majesty, you've been up all night over there, and then fought the enemy in battle. You must be very tired. Let's put this aside for now. He's still here, and you can find out anything you want. Now, come with me and rest, okay?"
“…”
Zhu Feng didn't say anything, but just kept his head down in silence for a long time before looking up at her.
The two looked at each other quietly for a long time.
He nodded gently: "Yeah."
So, Nan Yan took his hand and led him out of the tent like a mother leading her child. The servants outside came forward immediately and had already built a small tent for the emperor and the concubine to rest nearby, so Nan Yan took him in.
This place is no different from the previous two tents.
It was still a bed made of stools, but it was covered with a thicker felt than the one that the old prince and Wen Bieyu had just had. In addition, there was a table with some simple tea and two bowls of hot soup on it.
The air was filled with the fragrance of rice soup.
Nan Yan then realized that they had not eaten anything since they came here yesterday to prepare for the battle, and had not even drunk a drop of water. They were almost weak now. If it weren't for the little thing in their hearts that kept them going, they would have collapsed.
So, Nan Yan took Zhu Feng to the bed and sat down, then turned around and prepared to get him some hot soup.
But as soon as she turned around, her hand was grabbed.
Looking back, Zhu Feng was sitting beside the bed. Although his face still had no expression, he was as calm as a wasteland without wind and rain, exuding a sense of desolation. But his hand was tightly holding hers, as if he was afraid that he would lose her if he let go.
You will also lose a lot.
His fingers were still trembling slightly.
Nan Yan thought about it, then simply walked back, squatted down and looked up at him: "Your Majesty..."
“…”
"Your Majesty, have you thought of something, or do you want to say something to me?"
Zhu Feng didn't say anything, but the hand that held hers became a little tighter, and the trembling became more obvious.
Nan Yan took a deep breath.
She knew that Zhu Feng's current state was either because he had discovered some terrible truth from Wen Wuyu's crazy talk, or because of something even more terrifying - his memory had been touched.
He does this every time his lost memories are touched upon.
If it were a few years ago, Nan Yan would have died of panic.
But at the moment, although she was worried, she was not panicked. Because of Xue Yun, the poison in Zhu Feng's body had been cured. When his memories were touched, he no longer went crazy like he did in the past. On the contrary, he could face it calmly and even rationally.
But, calmness is calmness, and rationality is rationality.
Pain is another matter.
Looking at his current state, I'm afraid he is suffering inside.
Nan Yan leaned into his arms, clasped his hand with her backhand, and reached out with her other hand to gently stroke his chin, his thin cheeks, and his downcast eyes. She said gently, "If you don't want to say it, forget it. If Your Majesty wants to say it, just tell me. Anyway, I'm always here."
“…”
Zhu Feng was silent for a while.
He still didn't say anything, but used a little force in his hands to drag Nan Yan into his arms, hugged her tightly, then slowly lay down on the bed, burying his face in Nan Yan's shoulder.
A burst of warm breath sprayed on Nan Yan's neck, making her feel a little itchy and tingling.
But Nan Yan did not struggle. Instead, she thought for a while and then hugged the man in her arms even tighter.
Zhu Feng, from the first time he appeared in front of her, was like a mountain. Over the years, this mountain has become more majestic and taller. But at this moment, when she hugged him tightly, Nan Yan suddenly felt that he had actually lost a lot of weight. Although she also knew that his health was not as good as before in recent years, when she touched his high and bulging back and felt his thin waist, Nan Yan realized that he might need protection more than herself.
Nan Yan gently stroked his back and said softly, "I'm here, I'm always here."
Zhu Feng hugged her tightly. After a long while, he said, "They took the child away."
"ah?"
Nan Yan was a little confused, she didn't understand what was said.
Zhu Feng's throat choked again before he spoke: "Wen Wuyu said that the child who lost his mother was not Wen Bieyu."
Nan Yan nodded: "I know."
Of course it wasn't Wen Bieyu. Wen Wu Yu was probably just stimulated by something and thought of the past in a trance. The unconscious Wen Bieyu might be someone in his vague memory, the son of the woman he mentioned who was killed by the old uncle.
Zhu Feng said: "They took him away."
"them……"
"Yes, them."
Zhu Feng's voice became even hoarser, so low that it seemed to come from the depths of his heart: "That is, uncle..."
“…”
"My uncle killed a woman and took a child away."
Hearing this, Nan Yan's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
She finally came to her senses.
The old uncle killed a woman and took away a child.
Regardless of who that woman was, that child—
Could it be the old uncle’s child?
With just this thought, Nan Yan immediately rejected her own idea. She had heard that the old uncle's wife had died of illness in the Imperial City, not murdered there. Therefore, the child couldn't be Chen Zixiao or Chen Yilu. And Chen Xuan, while he resembled the old uncle, his age was wrong. Back then, he would have been at most a swaddled infant. Since Wen Wuyu had identified Wen Bieyu as that child, the child must have been at least ten years old.
Around the age of ten...
Nan Yan's breath suddenly stopped.
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