Chapter 3379 You Can Cry Too Much
Gao Ye shook his head, stretched out his hand to pull her aside, then walked to the bed and whispered to Nan Yan, "Let me take a look."
Nan Yan moved to the side a little to make some space.
Gao also walked over, flipped Zhu Feng's eyelids, and took his pulse. After working for a while, he sighed softly.
Nan Yan asked, "How?"
Gao Ye said: "This is the fire in the heart."
"Heart fire?"
"Yes, this illness came on violently. It's probably because everything that His Majesty was burdened with was coming out. The severity of the illness is equal to the weight of the burden on his heart."
Nan Yan frowned and said nothing.
Gao Ye added: "However, this is also a good thing."
Nan Yan looked up at him: "What do you mean?"
Gao also said, "If a person carries a lot of things on his mind and doesn't express them, it will eventually become a serious problem. If they can express them, it's good. However, judging from the situation, the things on your Majesty's mind are like a mountain. If you don't handle them properly, they will crush you."
Nan Yan frowned even more tightly.
Gao Ye was truly amazing. Although he didn't know about Zhu Feng's past, once he inquired about his condition, every word he said hit the nail on the head.
She asked, "So what should we do?"
Gao Ye said, "This kind of heart disease has no cure. He can only rely on himself. If he can hold on, then he'll be fine. As for what others should do—what he needs most right now is probably a little support."
Without waiting for Nan Yan to ask, he smiled bitterly and said, "How to support? I don't know. After all, I have no idea where your Majesty's concerns come from, and I shouldn't know."
Nan Yan lowered her head and thought for a moment before saying, "Thank you for your help."
In other words, what is in Zhu Feng's heart cannot be known to anyone, and she will not even mention it.
Gao Ye naturally knew the situation and didn't ask any more questions. He stood up and was about to leave.
Just as he was about to leave, he glanced at Nan Yan again. At this time, everyone's attention was naturally on the Emperor lying on the bed, but no one noticed that the Imperial Concubine was actually pale and bloodless, with slightly blue eyes. From last night's commotion to now, and having experienced life and death, she was actually exhausted.
So, Gao Ye said softly: "I'll say a few words, Your Majesty, please take care of yourself."
Zhu Chengjun, who was standing by, had been extremely worried for a long time. Upon hearing this, he immediately said, "Yes, mother, you should go and rest. I will stay here to watch over you."
Gao also glanced down at him.
Unexpectedly, this young man with a dusty face and looking like a wild child is actually the prince of Yan Kingdom.
Although he looks young and has thin arms and legs, his temperament is extremely calm. In fact, there is a sense of toughness in his calmness, just like his father. He gives people a feeling of being reliable.
Nan Yan turned her head and looked at him, a relieved smile appearing on her face.
She said softly, "Mother knows."
“…”
"But your father is in this state, and mother can't leave."
Can't leave?
Gao Ye looked down again in confusion and realized that it was not Nan Yan holding Zhu Feng's hand, but Zhu Feng who had been holding Nan Yan's hand while he was unconscious.
Zhu Chengjun couldn't help but sigh softly.
They had tried it just now and asked someone else to come up, but the emperor ignored them completely. If anyone tried to pry his hands open to let the imperial concubine leave, he would consciously murmur in pain even when he was unconscious. Nan Yan was afraid that he would be sad, so naturally she refused to leave.
Seeing the solemn expressions on everyone's faces, Nan Yan was quite calm. She waved her hand and said, "Since His Majesty is worried, there's no point in you all standing here. Please leave. Lord Chen, you and Ying Shao should each send a team of men to patrol the area. Don't let the people from the Kingdom of Neng come back to attack. They are very cunning. His Majesty cannot afford to be disturbed any more."
Chen Zixiao responded solemnly and went out with Ying Shao.
Nan Yan glanced at He Yi at the door again, then said, "You can go down too."
He Yi couldn't even speak, his face still looked sick, he could only bow lightly and turn away.
Nan Yan comforted Zhu Chengjun and Wen Bieyu again and asked them to go down and rest. Although Xiyun wanted to stay with her, Gao was also a knowledgeable and tactful person. He knew that the emperor and the imperial concubine did not want to be disturbed at this time, so he half twisted Xiyun's arm and took her back to their resting place.
Soon, it got dark.
Nan Yan hadn't eaten or drunk anything for the entire day, and hadn't slept a wink. She was actually extremely tired, but she couldn't fall asleep. She just sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at Zhu Feng's increasingly paler face under the bright moonlight.
She reached out and gently stroked his still hot cheek.
After a long time, he let out a long sigh.
At this moment, she saw Zhu Feng's tightly closed eyes move slightly, and his eyelashes trembled slightly, causing the shadow on his face to flutter like a bird's wings. Although it was only a small movement, in her eyes it was like the earth shaking.
Nan Yan hurriedly bent down and came in front of Zhu Feng.
"emperor……?"
Her voice was very soft, as thin as a mosquito's hum.
But Zhu Feng seemed to have heard it, and his breathing became heavy. After struggling for a long time, he finally slowly opened his eyes.
The room was dark.
Only a little moonlight shone on his face, barely outlining Nan Yan's thin figure in the dim house. He stared at the person in front of him, without saying a word or making any movement.
Only Nan Yan felt that his hand gripped her a little tighter.
Nan Yan's heart began to beat fast. She didn't call anyone, but just waited quietly. After a long time, Zhu Feng seemed to finally see her clearly, and it was as if he had just escaped from a nightmare. His eyes became clear and he smiled at Nan Yan.
Nan Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "The emperor has finally woken up."
Zhu Feng spoke, his voice still sounding very weak, only a faint breath left, and he said softly: "I have been listening to you crying. If you don't wake up, I will be annoyed to death."
Nan Yan frowned: "When have I ever cried?"
Zhu Feng looked at her, smiled with his eyes curved, and said, "You still say you've never cried?"
“…”
"You can cry a lot."
“…”
"How can such a small person have such a loud voice? I am almost deafened by you."
Nan Yan thought he was confused because of illness.
But at this moment, it was not easy to refute him, so I just followed his words and said with a smile: "How small is one?"
Zhu Feng raised his hands with difficulty and gestured.
"It's just a tiny bit."
Nan Yan saw that the size of the thing he was gesturing to was only about the size of a watermelon, and she immediately couldn't help laughing: "That's what I looked like when I was still in my cradle, right?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly froze.
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