Chapter 1279: Has their road come to an end?
Feng Qianyan was still in shock. Her umbrella was blown down by the wind and floated to the center of the lake. She grabbed Zhu Feng's clothes with one hand.
"emperor……"
In the rain, her eyes sparkled, and her flower-like lips were moistened by the rain, exuding an alluring scent.
Zhu Feng looked at her, one hand still around her waist, feeling her slender waist twisting unconsciously in his hand; because her whole body was soaked by the rain, there was a faint scent of powder evaporating with her body temperature, and soon it stained him all over.
There was another burst of lightning and thunder.
The rumbling thunder echoed on the vast lake. Feng Qianyan was startled and let out a low cry. She grabbed Zhu Feng's clothes with both hands and clung tightly to his arms.
"emperor!"
Zhu Feng looked down at her, motionless, and his hand on her waist did not move either.
When the thunder passed, everything around them calmed down again, with only the wind and rain constantly attacking them. Feng Qianyan's whole body was soaked, even her hair was a little messy, and a few strands of black hair were stuck to her cheeks in a winding form.
She looked up at Zhu Feng and said timidly, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I—"
Before she could finish her words, she felt Zhu Feng's hand around her waist loosen.
Feng Qianyan's eyes dimmed slightly.
She was soaked by the rain, but she didn't feel cold. On the contrary, when Zhu Feng's arms wrapped around her waist and she pressed against his chest, she even felt a surge of enthusiasm in her body.
But at this moment, her heart turned cold again.
Or - is it not possible?
Even though he was so angry with Si Nanyan, he was still unwilling to pamper himself?
Seeing Zhu Feng turning away with a cold and expressionless face, as if he was about to leave, she slowly clenched her slender hands into fists in her sleeves.
At this moment, Zhu Feng's low voice came -
"Still not leading the way?"
“……!”
Feng Qianyan suddenly raised her head, as if she couldn't believe her ears, and stared at his back with wide eyes.
What did he say?
lead the way?
Zhu Feng's broad back was as strong as a mountain in the wind and rain, but at this moment, it was a little cold like a rock. However, his words made Feng Qianyan become fanatical.
"Last time, didn't you want to pack my clothes for me?"
“…”
"Today, my clothes are wet again."
“…”
"You know what to do."
At this moment, Feng Qianyan seemed to have risen from the abyss to the sky. Although the heavy rain was still pouring down, she seemed to be standing in the clouds, feeling light and floating.
Zhu Feng meant—
She trembled and stammered, "Your Majesty, are you going to Jianfu Palace? Yes! Yes! I will lead the way for you immediately."
After saying that, she hurried forward, but stepped into a puddle and was immediately splashed with mud.
This was considered a breach of etiquette in front of the emperor. Feng Qianyan was so scared that she turned around quickly, but saw Zhu Feng with an indifferent expression, as if he didn't see it. She immediately breathed a sigh of relief and hurried forward.
Looking at her back, Zhu Feng did not move immediately.
Instead, he slowly turned his head and looked across the lake again. The faint outline of the Jiaotai Hall reflected in his eyes seemed to be burning with flames, which made him feel a little painful.
And the figure that appeared in the flames made him feel even more painful.
He sneered, not knowing whether he was laughing at himself or at the persistence that he still couldn't let go of in his heart.
Then he turned and left.
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It rained all night long.
The torrential rain washed over every corner, as if it was going to overturn the entire imperial city.
When dawn finally arrived and the first light appeared in the sky, everyone felt like they had survived a disaster.
Especially, someone who spent a sleepless night in the cold palace.
Ran Xiaoyu stayed by the bed and didn't close her eyes almost all night. Her eyes were so dry that even blinking felt like a knife scraping her. But she still stared at Nan Yan's pale face on the bed.
The sun shone through the broken window and onto her face.
His whole face was pale from blood loss.
Of course it was blood loss - yesterday, she saw with her own eyes so much blood gushing out of her body. Although it was not the first time she faced such a bloody scene, the fact that this person was Nan Yan made her terrified.
How could such a petite, fragile woman have so much blood flowing out of her body?
After losing this blood, would she just keep getting colder until—
This terrifying thought was like a poisonous snake, entwined in her heart, so she stayed by the bed all night, holding Nan Yan's cold hand.
In this empty and silent room, even Nan Yan's breathing could not be heard. She could only judge that she was still alive by the faint, almost imperceptible warmth in her palm.
And others——
After Zhu Feng left and the imperial physician stopped Nan Yan's bleeding, they all left one after another.
In the past, even if Nan Yan was banished to the cold palace, everyone would still be concerned about the emperor and the fact that she was carrying the dragon seed in her belly, so someone would stay to take care of her. But now, she had a miscarriage, and Zhu Feng left the cold palace in anger. I believe many people saw it, and today, it has spread throughout the entire palace.
Everyone knows this, and Ran Xiaoyu also understands this—
Imperial Concubine Si Nanyan has fallen out of favor.
This was something Ran Xiaoyu never dared to imagine in the past.
She still remembered very clearly that every time Zhu Feng came to Nan Yan's side, he looked so gentle, as if he was really a tiger sniffing a rose; he tolerated everything about Nan Yan, whether it was good or bad, and even gave her all his love. Three thousand loves in one person, for the two of them, this was not just a line in an ancient poem.
But--
Why did it turn out like this?
Just because you lost that child?
Nan Yan might have acted impulsively in this matter, but she did so because she could not ignore Jian Ruocheng's life or death. Even if time could go back and everything could be done over again, she believed that Nan Yan would still choose to save Jian Ruocheng at the most critical moment.
But Zhu Feng could not forgive.
Is it possible that their road has really come to an end?
At this moment, Nan Yan on the bed uttered a low moan: "Ah——"
She had been unconscious for the entire night and couldn't even breathe. Suddenly, she heard her voice. Ran Xiaoyu was surprised and delighted, and she leaned over hurriedly: "My Lady!"
“…”
Nan Yan frowned and struggled for a long time before opening her confused eyes.
She looked at Ran Xiaoyu, her expression still a little confused.
Seeing her so haggard, Ran Xiaoyu felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife. Her eyes were red. She whispered, "My Lady, how are you?"
“…”
Nan Yan didn't say anything, as if half of her consciousness was still in a chaotic dream.
After staring blankly at Ran Xiaoyu for a long while, she spoke in a barely audible voice, "Where's the Emperor?"
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