Chapter 3318 He is so pitiful without his mother
Before she could finish her words, a loud noise suddenly rang out outside. Ruoshui rushed to the door of the tent and said anxiously, "My Lady, that Wen Wuyu has gone crazy again!"
"What?!"
When Nan Yan heard this, she quickly turned around and walked out.
Zhu Feng followed him out of the tent and saw Ruoshui standing at the door. Nan Yan immediately asked, "Where is he?"
Ruoshui, in a hurry, bowed to the emperor and the imperial concubine, then pointed to the tent next to her and said, "He just suddenly broke in and went crazy in there."
That tent was where Fang Buyuan took Wen Bieyu and Zhu Chengjun to treat their injuries.
Nan Yan was afraid that Wen Wu Yu would go crazy in there and hurt someone, so she hurried over with Zhu Feng. As soon as they entered, they saw that the tent was similar to the one where the old uncle was. There was nothing inside, only a bed made of several stools put together. Wen Bieyu was lying on the bed with wounds all over his body and blood coming out of his mouth and nose. It was obvious that he was dying, and there was a plaster on his back that the military doctor had just applied.
Zhu Chengjun was sitting on the other side of the bed. He had nothing to do, he was just guarding Wen Bieyu.
And Wen Wu Yu was lying on the head of the bed.
His hair was disheveled from his previous struggle, and he looked mad. At this moment, his eyes were fixed on Wen Bieyu, and his mad gaze seemed to contain a hint of pity. Everyone around was startled by his sudden intrusion, especially the old military doctor, who said hurriedly, "Don't touch him! He has several broken bones. If you touch him, he will die!"
Wen Wu Yu didn't make a big fuss.
But he still stared at Wen Bieyu. After a long while, he said, "How pitiful."
Nan Yan had heard that he was going crazy and thought he had come in to make a scene. Seeing this, she was relieved, but she was also afraid of irritating him, so she walked over cautiously and whispered, "What are you pitying?"
Wen Wu Yu didn't look back at her, but continued to stare at Wen Bie Yu.
After a long while, he seemed to have just heard Nan Yan's words and slowly said, "Poor thing, he lost his mother at such a young age."
Nan Yan turned around and looked at Zhu Feng, and both frowned.
Wen Bieyu's mother passed away a long time ago. Was he talking about Wen Bieyu or was he just talking nonsense?
Zhu Feng thought for a moment, then took a step forward and asked in a low yet gentle voice, "How did his mother die?"
Hearing this question, Wen Wuyu suddenly shuddered, as if he was shivered by a sudden cold wind. He turned his head to look at Zhu Feng, his eyes flickering like a candle that could be extinguished at any time in the wind, with a hint of madness on the verge of death. He stretched out his index finger and pressed it to his lips: "Shh!"
Zhu Feng asked, "What's wrong?"
Wen Bieyu said: "I can't say it!"
Zhu Feng asked, "Why can't you tell me?"
Wen Bieyu said: "If you say it, you will die!"
“…”
"Anyone who sees this will die."
"See?"
Zhu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, took another step forward, bent down, looked directly into his eyes, and said, "What did you see?"
A gust of wind howled outside the tent, bringing with it a torrential downpour that lashed the tent, as if to uproot the only small shelter they had in this vast world. This howling sound made Wen Wuyu even more uneasy. He laid his hands on the edge of the bed, curled up on the ground like a homeless dog in the wind and rain, and shivered as he said, "I saw it, I saw people killing people. There were so many people, men and women, they were killing people."
“…”
"Kill a woman."
“……!”
When Zhu Feng heard this, his brows furrowed again.
Even Nan Yan, who was standing next to him, became even more confused.
Just now, she told Zhu Feng that she suspected that the old uncle had been to this wild land in the northwest, killed a woman here, and was frightened into a madman when Wen Wuyu saw it. But hearing what he said now, it didn't make sense.
Not only men kill people, but also women.
In other words, it’s not just the old uncle.
And, it’s “a lot of people”.
"A lot of people", including the old uncle of the king, and even women. These people came here and killed a woman?
Just hearing this, I feel it is ridiculous.
Could it be that this is really just his crazy talk and has no value at all?
Lian Nanyan hesitated for a long time before she said softly, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid what he said is really just crazy talk. In my opinion, we should take him away and question him after he calms down."
Zhu Feng didn't say anything, but just raised his hand to signal her not to move.
Nan Yan stood quietly beside him.
Zhu Feng bent over, looking down at Wen Wuyu. After a long moment, he raised his hand, pointed at the unconscious Wen Bieyu lying on the bed, and said, "Then who is he?"
Wen Wu Yu turned back and looked at Wen Bie Yu tremblingly.
Then he said, "He, he is so pitiful."
“…”
"He's so pitiful without his mother."
“…”
"How pitiful, so pitiful..."
In the dim candlelight, Zhu Feng's face took on an unpredictable gloom. Nan Yan, standing beside him, could even feel his breathing slow. He spoke slowly, "And then? What happened to him after that woman died?"
When Wen Wu Yu turned around to look at him again, his eyes flickered.
He stretched his neck and looked around, as if he was on guard against something. However, in this small space, there was really nothing to be wary of. However, he still lowered his voice and whispered, "He was taken away by them."
Zhu Feng took a deep breath.
When he stood up, his face had returned to its normal expression, and even his eyes had become a little colder. He ordered, "Take him away, and don't let him come over to disturb the patients here again."
The servant at the door came in immediately and dragged Wen Wu Yu, who was still muttering to himself, out.
Nan Yan took a step forward: "Your Majesty——"
Zhu Chengjun also shrank down from the corner of the bed. He stared at the scene blankly, and tugged at the corner of Zhu Feng's clothes with some confusion: "Father, what's going on? What are you asking?"
Zhu Feng didn't answer him, but just reached out and stroked his hair.
"Does it hurt?"
His tone was very gentle. Compared to his usual loving yet strict attitude towards his son, such a gentle voice at this time was simply unbelievable. Nan Yan glanced at him.
“It doesn’t hurt!”
Zhu Chengjun originally wanted to show concern for his father, but he was still young after all. Seeing his father's concern, he immediately couldn't help but take credit: "Father, they caught me and tortured me, but I didn't beg for mercy at all. I even scolded them. Father, am I really amazing?"
Zhu Feng said in a hoarse voice, "You are indeed worthy of being my son."
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