Chapter 3325 Besides Him, There Are Women
Just when Zhu Feng frowned and thought he was going to leave, he suddenly opened his eyes again and said to Zhu Feng, "Don't blame us."
Zhu Feng's breath hitched.
The next moment, a strong wind suddenly blew up outside, blowing the heavy tent upside down. The cold wind poured into the tent. The sunset-like smile on the old prince's face suddenly seemed to be blown away, and the whole person slowly fell down and closed his eyes.
"Father!"
This time, Chen Zixiao could no longer control himself and rushed forward.
I reached out and shook the old uncle's rough hands, only to feel something being pulled away at that moment.
He was completely lifeless.
"Father!"
Chen Zixiao shouted, tears welling up in his eyes, and he lay on the bed crying bitterly.
Nan Yan and He Yi also came up. Although He Yi tried his best to control himself and put his hand on Chen Zixiao's trembling shoulders to comfort him, he couldn't say any words of comfort. He could only turn his face to the side with his red eyes; Nan Yan couldn't hold back her tears and turned around to bury her head in Zhu Feng's shoulder.
It was not until this moment that she felt that Zhu Feng was a little stiff.
Nan Yan cried and looked up at him with tearful eyes: "Your Majesty...?"
Zhu Feng remained silent for a long time before he lowered his head to look at her. His eyes were also bloodshot, but it was unclear whether it was because of the torment of the night or because of the words left by the old uncle before his death.
After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice: "Zixiao, please accept my condolences."
Hearing this, Chen Zixiao gritted his teeth to hold back his tears, slowly turned his tear-soaked face around, and said with difficulty: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
At this time, He Yi came forward and said softly, "Your Majesty, please move to the tent over there to rest. Leave the matters here to me."
Zhu Feng gave him a serious look.
This glance, under the flickering candlelight and gloomy atmosphere, revealed a hint of murderous intent.
Nan Yan just watched from the side and felt the chill at the bone and shivered involuntarily.
But He Yi remained calm, standing in front of Zhu Feng with his head lowered and his hands hanging down, allowing Zhu Feng's knife-like gaze to sweep over him from head to toe.
After a long silence, Zhu Feng finally spoke. His hoarse voice sounded like a knife sharpening against rough gravel, piercing the ears and piercing the heart. He said solemnly, "He Yi."
"I am here."
"Of course, the things here are handed over to you, but you still have to know what to do."
"I understand, your humble servant."
Zhu Feng glanced at him again before saying, "Escort the prince back to Handongwei early tomorrow morning."
After saying that, he turned and walked out of the cold tent.
Nan Yan hurriedly followed him out. It was still windy and rainy outside. Before the people waiting could even open their umbrellas, Zhu Feng ran into the wind and rain, which scared Xiao Shunzi out of his wits. Just as he was about to catch up, the imperial concubine who was following behind turned around and made a gesture to him. Xiao Shunzi understood and stopped immediately.
Fortunately, the emperor did not stay in the wind and rain for long and soon returned to his own tent.
Someone brought in a simple earthen stove at some point. Perhaps because they felt the cold rain on a cold night and were worried that the emperor and the imperial concubine would catch a cold, the two of them walked into the tent from the wind and rain, and immediately felt a burst of warmth coming towards them. This contrast stimulated Zhu Feng so much that he stood still, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.
Nan Yan immediately stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, please change your clothes."
Zhu Feng stood there without moving.
Nan Yan thought about it and didn't say anything more to him. She walked forward and started to unbutton and untie the belt gently. Zhu Feng just stood there, letting her move up and down in a daze. Nan Yan looked up at him while doing it. Both of their faces were wet, with tears and rain mixed together, cold and hot, making people feel a little at a loss in such a chaotic rainy night.
Nan Yan said softly, "If Your Majesty is feeling uncomfortable, can you please tell me a few words?"
“…”
"No matter what, don't keep it all to yourself."
“…”
"My uncle—"
Before she could finish her words, Zhu Feng spoke up, his voice even hoarser than before, choked with sobs. "I'm not really sad. He became a monk when I was very young. For all these years, apart from sending his three sons to me, I haven't heard from him at all. This time, if he hadn't appeared, I would have almost forgotten this elder."
Nan Yan said, "Yes."
Zhu Feng continued, "But I didn't expect that he would come all the way here despite being so ill, and go to such great lengths to pray for such a heavy rain for me."
Nan Yan nodded.
At this time, she had already taken off Zhu Feng's coat and wrapped it around her hands. Just as she was about to put it aside, she heard Zhu Feng grit his teeth and say with a hint of cruelty: "But, he's already like this, why didn't he even give me the last word!"
Nan Yan's heart suddenly shuddered.
In fact, she heard what the old uncle said when he was semi-conscious, and also heard what he said to Zhu Feng after he woke up.
But what does such ambiguous words mean?
Don't blame him? What had he done that on his deathbed he still had to ask the emperor not to blame him?
She thought for a moment, then lowered her head and whispered, "I think these words have been buried in my uncle's heart for a long time. If he wants to keep it secret, it's fine. But he said it at this moment. I think that perhaps the emperor is not the only one who has suffered all these years."
“…”
"If he is willing to say it, the emperor at least knows this."
Zhu Feng gave a bitter smile, turned around and walked to the bed and sat down. He was only wearing a thin piece of clothing, and his collarbones on both sides of his shoulders were raised high, giving him a somewhat thin feeling.
This has never happened before.
He said, "What can I know?"
Nan Yan looked at his eyes, which kept reddening, and even the tip of his nose turned red. She suppressed the bitterness in her heart, hugged his clothes in her arms, walked over and squatted in front of him, and said softly, "Your Majesty, did you hear anything from your uncle's last words?"
“…”
Zhu Feng was slightly stunned.
Only then did he realize that Nan Yan was really helping him analyze the words that seemed completely useless to him.
So he frowned and thought for a while: "Don't blame them...?"
Nan Yan said, "He said, don't blame him, I know what's going on. So, what about them?"
“…”
"Your Majesty, have you ever thought about them? Who are they with?"
Zhu Feng shook his head.
Nan Yan said softly: "Wen Wuyu's crazy words said that it was my uncle who came to the northwest to kill people, but he was not the only one. Besides him, there were also women."
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