Chapter 1536 Maybe, go to Yumen Pass...
"Sachet."
“……!”
Nan Yan's breath was caught in her throat, but she immediately said, "Your Majesty wants that...what?"
Zhu Feng chuckled softly into her ear.
"What else can I do?"
“…”
"You know what I've been searching for. This is probably my only clue, the one my mother left me."
“…”
"Since you have already matched it, I naturally want to know the truth inside."
After saying these words, seeing that Nan Yan was still silent, he used a little force on his hand around her slender waist and shook her.
"Um?"
“……!”
Nan Yan's breathing became disordered.
She bit her lower lip and remained silent for a long time before she slowly turned around in his arms, facing the tall and strong man in front of her. His hands were holding her, and she felt so warm and solid, as if she could rely on him completely and not have to worry about anything.
But Nan Yan's heart was still in turmoil.
She said, "The Emperor wants that sachet...what is he going to do with it?"
“…”
Zhu Feng looked at her.
After a long time, a faint smile appeared on his face.
"Nan Yan, what's wrong with you?"
“…”
"Everyone in the world may not know this, but why are you asking me this question?"
“…”
Hearing him say this, Nan Yan was also stunned for a moment.
Yes, how could Si Nanyan not know Zhu Feng?
She was just afraid to face it.
And now, Zhu Feng was looking at her with burning eyes. The two of them were so close to each other that he could see even the slightest fluctuation in his eyes clearly. Nan Yan was afraid that her anxiety would be seen through by him, so she could only lower her head and say "hmm" softly.
"I will go get the sachet for His Majesty."
Zhu Feng then loosened his hands.
The two of them entered the Yiku Palace one after the other. Zhu Feng sat on the couch and watched Nan Yan walk to her dressing table. She carefully opened an exquisite box, took out something wrapped in a handkerchief, and then turned and walked towards him.
Zhu Feng looked at her palm.
The handkerchief was spread out, with two sachets placed on it.
"This is--"
Only when Nan Yan came closer did he see clearly that they were two sachets, one new and one old.
The old one was naturally given to her by myself.
The new one was obviously made by her herself, and the craftsmanship, tailoring, and materials were all things he had seen before.
Zhu Feng picked up the two sachets and smelled them respectively.
Although the old sachet has been used for at least ten years and has a very light fragrance, and the new sachet has a stronger fragrance, if you look carefully, you will find that the smell of the two sachets is exactly the same.
She really copied the sachet.
Zhu Feng looked up at her: "What spices are in here?"
Nan Yan lowered her head and said slowly, "There are citron, mugwort, magnolia, some borneol and chuanxiong, and -"
When she said this, her throat subconsciously choked.
Zhu Feng naturally interjected, "Also, benzoin?"
“…”
As if powerless, Nan Yan sighed softly: "Yes."
“…”
"And benzoin."
"Benzoin..."
Zhu Feng nodded gently, supporting his chin with one hand, and holding the sachet in his hand just under his nose, gently sniffing the fragrance.
He said slowly, "Benzoin, you can already buy benzoin at the market in Jinling. This means that the current setting of the Guanxi Seven Guards is useful."
“…”
"Caravans from the Western Regions can enter our country and facilitate the trade of these spices."
“…”
"but--"
“However, the amount is still very small.”
Nan Yan stood in front of him and spoke in a low voice. Zhu Feng looked up at her and felt that she was not in the mood. Thinking that he was too inconsiderate last night and made her tired, he reached out and held her hand, asking her to sit next to him.
"You said, a small amount?"
"Yes,"
Nan Yan nodded and said, "I was walking around the market in Jinling for a while and saw a stall selling this. The vendor also said that he was the only one on that street."
“…”
"Although this is a bit of an exaggeration, I think benzoin should be very rare."
Nan Yan originally wanted to turn the conversation to the market transactions at hand.
Zhu Feng listened to her, nodded, and said, "I have already opened the country's borders and sent people to protect the passing caravans in the Guanxi region. The circulation of these spices is so difficult. So, what about back then...?"
“……!”
Nan Yan's heart skipped a beat again.
Zhu Feng muttered, as if talking to himself, but also as if speaking to Nan Yan, "Father originally prevented these things from the Western Regions from entering the borders of the Great Yan Dynasty."
“…”
"With his attitude, there will naturally be fewer spices available in the market."
“…”
"And my mother, she has always followed my father's lead, let alone something like this. She would never go out of her way to make a sachet of spices and carry it around with her. Wouldn't that be specifically provoking my father?"
“…”
At this moment, Nan Yan had nothing to say.
This was what she had been worried about before, and once Zhu Feng knew the origin of benzoin, he immediately figured the matter out.
He murmured, "So, where did the Queen Mother get this spice back then?"
“…”
"Or rather, where did this sachet come from?"
“…”
Nan Yan looked at him without saying anything.
Although her lips were trembling badly at this time, there was a sentence that was almost on the verge of coming out of her mouth -
"Your Majesty, just go to Yumen Pass and check, and you'll know, right?"
However, her throat seemed to be blocked by something. Those words kept going back and forth in her mind and lingering in her heart, but she couldn't say a word.
And just as she was choking with sobs, Zhu Feng murmured:
"Maybe, go to Yumen Pass..."
“……!”
Nan Yan's heart sank.
"emperor!"
Zhu Feng turned his head to look at her, a gentle smile on his face. He reached out and gently stroked her cold cheek, saying, "Okay, I know you're tired. You should have a good rest."
“…”
"I've troubled you for a long time by coming here."
As he spoke, he reached out and pushed her down on the couch, then pulled up the blanket next to her and covered her with it.
Although Nan Yan was lying down, she was looking at him with her eyes wide open.
Until Zhu Feng placed his hands on both sides of her body, leaned over, and gently kissed her between the eyebrows.
The warm breath and the familiar smell on his body made her intoxicated.
Subconsciously, I closed my eyes.
Zhu Feng's lips were still pressed against her eyelids, and he whispered, "Go to sleep."
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