Chapter 3331: You almost died, but you’re not afraid?
When she looked at He Yi again, a hint of helplessness appeared in her eyes, as if she suddenly didn't know what to do. After a long while, she slowly turned around, waved her hand and said, "Alright, I understand, you can go down."
He Yi said, "My Lady."
"You go down,"
Nan Yan's voice was hoarse and full of bitterness. She said in a low voice, "Anyway, the emperor won't touch you. As long as you keep your mouth shut, no one will touch you. Even I won't do that either."
He Yi was silent for a long time, then said softly, "I'll take my leave."
After saying that, he bowed to her and turned to leave.
Nan Yan was still looking at the dark night in front of her. The darkness seemed endless and there was no end in sight. The long night before her seemed deeper than ever before, and it was more difficult to see a way out.
The next morning, a carriage was sent from Handongwei.
Zhu Feng did not refuse. Nan Yan accompanied him in the carriage. The two of them did not talk as usual. Instead, they were very quiet. The only sound they could hear was the sound of the wheels knocking against each other on the temporary path. The body of the carriage was shaking constantly, as if it was going to shake everyone apart.
It was quiet for a long time, and even Nan Yan felt a little suffocated.
She turned her head to look at Zhu Feng's still pale face. He was weak, of course, but his face was so pale, more like it was covered with a layer of frost. The biting chill made people shudder.
Nan Yan thought for a moment and said softly, "After returning to Handongwei, the emperor should rest more."
Zhu Feng turned his head and glanced at her.
Nan Yan continued, "As for the old uncle's funeral arrangements—his son is still here, so naturally they will be handed over to Chen Zixiao. If he can't handle it well, there's still my concubine. The emperor stayed with him all night, and even the most filial young generation has done what they should do. Your Majesty, please don't go there."
Her words were spoken in a rather harsh tone, and to ordinary people, they might even seem a bit cruel.
But only the two people in the carriage could understand where her "ruthlessness" came from.
No one can easily forgive the murderer of their mother, even if this person is their elder, and even if he risked his life to protect them at the most critical moment and won a heavy rain that was crucial to their victory, but favor is favor, and revenge is revenge.
There was a thorn in Zhu Feng's heart.
As for the emperor's wrath, Nan Yan knew too well what the consequences would be. Didn't the bloody storm left behind by Emperor Gao's massacre of the Lan family and other meritorious officials also fall upon them?
However, the cause and effect of this matter, at least for now, cannot be told to outsiders. If the emperor did anything to Chen Zixiao or his deceased uncle at this time, then in the eyes of the world, he would be killing meritorious officials. In this way, he would probably leave a bad reputation for generations to come.
Therefore, Nan Yan would rather be a little "ruthless".
Zhu Feng looked at her silently for a long time.
Then he slowly said: "Don't let your imagination run wild. I know what to do."
Nan Yan looked at him: "What does the emperor want to do?"
“…”
Zhu Feng was silent for a while before he sighed softly and said, "Let's talk about it when we get back."
After saying that, he closed his eyes lazily.
Nan Yan naturally didn't dare to disturb him and didn't speak again during the journey. The carriage took two full days to return to Handongwei. Nan Yan accompanied him back to the room. As soon as she sat down, she saw Zhu Chengjun peeking cautiously through the door.
Seeing him like this, Nan Yan was both angry and amused, and said, "What are you doing clinging to the door? What a disgrace!"
Zhu Chengjun then walked in and saluted them both.
Zhu Feng asked, "What are you doing here?"
Zhu Chengjun said cautiously, "I, your son, am here to apologize to your father."
Zhu Feng asked, "What did you do wrong?"
Zhu Chengjun lowered his head and said timidly, "I shouldn't have run around. I was caught by the enemy and disrupted the battle. I also caused my father to go into battle himself and was nearly injured. This is all my fault."
Zhu Feng didn't say anything, but just looked at him for a while, then suddenly asked, "Are you scared?"
Zhu Chengjun looked up at his father. After experiencing such a big battle, especially surviving from the enemy camp, he was not frightened at all. Although he had a few more scars on his face and body, he seemed more calm than before.
There was no fear in those big black eyes, and he shook his head firmly.
"No."
Zhu Feng asked, "You're almost dead, and you're not afraid?"
Zhu Chengjun said seriously, "I think this is what war is like. I'm not afraid."
Nan Yan was hanging up the clothes she had just taken off for Zhu Feng. When she came back and heard this, she couldn't help but say, "You're so arrogant! So many people are running around for you, and you're almost dragging down a major battle, and you have the nerve to say that fighting is just like this. If your father hadn't rushed in, would you be alive now?"
Hearing her say this, Zhu Chengjun lowered his head in shame.
But he thought for a moment, then raised his head again and said seriously, "I'm here to thank you, Father, for saving me. But I'm really not afraid. When I grow up a little bit, I'll still dare to go into battle and kill the enemy!"
Hearing this, Zhu Feng and Nan Yan looked at each other.
Both of them felt an indescribable feeling in their hearts, and a hint of relief appeared on Zhu Feng's originally pale face.
But he didn't laugh. He just covered his mouth and coughed twice, saying, "It's good that you have such ambition, but I won't even look at people who only talk big. If you want to go to the battlefield in the future, you must have such ability. This time, Arslan was stabbed by you because you were a child and he didn't guard against you, but you can't stay young forever."
"I understand!"
Zhu Chengjun rushed to say, "Your son will practice martial arts well and will never embarrass your father again in the future!"
It turned out that he still remembered how embarrassing it was when he was lying on the ground with his butt sticking up and his head in his hands when thousands of troops were charging at him.
Zhu Feng looked at him for a while, then reached out and rubbed his hair.
He knew that for a child to grow up, it was useless to reason with him, and he had to experience more things; and to judge whether he had grown up, he would see whether he chose to move forward or retreat behind his parents after experiencing these things.
Now it seems that this son has not brought shame to him.
He smiled and said, "Okay, you can go down."
Zhu Chengjun bowed to them and turned to leave. At this moment, Zhu Feng suddenly remembered something and asked, "Your uncle came back, didn't you go to the funeral hall to keep vigil for him?"
Zhu Chengjun had already walked to the door, but stopped when he heard this.
He turned around and said to Zhu Feng in surprise, "Grandpa Uncle is no longer in the Duwei Mansion."
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