Chapter 287 He Has Killing Intentions in His Heart
Nan Yan was stunned. The two of them came and went so quickly, and without saying anything. She had no idea what was going on.
Why did you leave suddenly?
She was full of doubts. Just then, Ran Xiaoyu returned to the palace and saw her standing at the door. She said, "You are not in good health, why are you standing here in the wind?"
Nan Yan told her what had just happened with Doctor Chen.
Ran Xiaoyu frowned slightly: "What's going on?"
"I don't know either."
“…”
"They left suddenly without saying anything to me."
Ran Xiaoyu looked at her doubtfully, then turned back to look outside the door and said, "It can't be that I won't treat you anymore, right?"
Nan Yan's heart trembled.
The emperor ordered Doctor Chen to treat me, so who else could stop him from caring about me?
Just thinking about it made her heart sink.
Ran Xiaoyu seemed to have thought of this as well, and waved her hand hastily: "No, the emperor is not a child, how could he change his mind so easily? He probably has something urgent to do, it's okay."
“…”
Nan Yan was stunned for a while, nodded gently, and followed her back to the room.
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When Ye Zheng arrived at Wuying Palace, Zhu Feng was dancing with a sword outside the palace.
A long sword of fine steel was wielded freely in his hands, like a flying dragon. Gradually, his movements became faster and faster, and the force of his sword dance became stronger and stronger. At this moment, the long sword had turned into a cold light, and the light followed his steps, making every step thrilling.
When Ye Zheng saw it, he frowned.
He had followed Zhu Feng since he was young and knew that he practiced sword skills every day, but always in the early morning.
If he practiced swordplay at other times, there would only be one possibility—
He had murderous intent in his heart.
He had murderous intent in his heart towards someone or something, but he couldn't vent his anger, so he could only use sword dancing to release his anger.
Ye Zheng couldn't help but feel a little frightened.
He knew that Zhu Feng possessed a powerful rage, one that even He Yi couldn't dispel. In the past, when he was still the King of Yan, he harbored murderous intent, ready to lead his army into battle at any moment, and would have dealt a crushing blow to the Neng army had he found them.
But now, he is the emperor.
If he has the intention to kill——
Thinking of this, he took a step forward cautiously.
But at this step, Zhu Feng made his final move, pointing his long sword straight at him. Ye Zheng was stunned and was forced to take two steps back by the oncoming sword energy.
Zhu Feng's wrist moved slightly.
The long sword deflected his eyebrows and passed over his right temple with a whoosh sound.
Wherever the sword energy goes, the fallen leaves shatter.
Ye Zheng looked back and saw that the tree behind him was shaking slightly. The yellow dead leaves fluttered down and landed on his shoulders.
A drop of cold sweat also flowed down his forehead.
He whispered, "Your Majesty..."
Zhu Feng didn't look at him, turned around and walked into the Wuying Palace.
The setting sun was as red as blood, shining on his broad shoulders and on the long sword in his hand. The blade seemed to be stained with blood.
Ye Zheng hurriedly followed and walked into the Wuying Hall. Zhu Feng put the sword back into the scabbard, and pulled the towel on the wooden rack to wipe the sweat off his body. It was already winter, and he was only wearing a thin long gown, but he was sweating profusely.
Ye Zheng had never seen such a situation except in the killing on the battlefield.
He said with some worry: "Your Majesty..."
Zhu Feng sat on the edge of the bed and said coldly, "What do you want to say?"
“…”
Ye Zheng hesitated for a moment and was about to speak when a young eunuch suddenly came running in from outside.
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