Chapter 3215 Northwest Beacon Fire
Nan Yan asked, "Why did he go to the Wen family?"
De Lu said, "I saw someone following Master Heyi's carriage, carrying a medicine box into the Wen family's residence. It looked like someone was ill and wanted to see a doctor."
"A doctor? What's wrong with you?"
"That family lives in a remote area with no neighbors around, so it's hard to ask around. I just went over and listened for a while, and there seemed to be an idiot inside, yelling nonstop. The doctor that Master Heyi brought over seemed to be treating that idiot."
"Idiot..."
Nan Yan raised her eyebrows slightly again.
If she remembered correctly, there was a patient in the Wen family, the youngest son of Old Man Wen, named Wen Wu Yu, who had always been crazy and stupid.
It turned out that He Yi wanted someone to treat him.
She waved her hand: "Okay, go down and have a rest. Warm yourself up and don't catch a cold."
De Lu said with a smile: "I understand."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Nan Yan sat in front of the fireplace, leaning back in her chair and staring at the faint charcoal red in the stove in a daze. In fact, she didn't want to find out anything from He Yi. It's just that after the incident with Zhu Chengjin, He Yi returned to the center of power as if everything that happened before had disappeared like smoke - of course, everyone knew that this was only temporary, but he seemed to be at ease and no longer mentioned the past.
This made Nan Yan feel a little unhappy.
It is clear that he is hiding something, but he won't say it and the emperor won't force him. How long will this confrontation last?
Thinking of this, she grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the lunch box and threw them into the stove.
Immediately, the faint red charcoal began to burn, a puff of green smoke came out of the stove, and an unpleasant burnt smell filled the whole house.
At this moment, Zhu Feng walked in from outside and immediately covered his nose when he smelled the smell.
"What's going on? What are you burning?"
"emperor?"
Nan Yan turned around and saw him coming, and hurriedly stood up and came over to greet him. Zhu Feng frowned and looked at the green smoke coming out of the stove. He fanned it vigorously and said to the outside: "Hurry up and send someone to clear the stove."
Ruoshui and the others rushed in and were also choked. They immediately poured out all the carbon ash in the stove.
Aunt Tongyun opened the windows on both sides for ventilation, and a cold wind rushed in, making them shiver.
Zhu Feng glared at her and asked, "What are you doing?!"
Nan Yan said softly, "No, nothing. Just roasting some melon seeds."
“Nonsense!”
Nan Yan didn't dare to say anything and could only stand aside and be scolded. After a while, Aunt Tongyun and the others brought up the relit stove and closed the doors and windows. The room became a little warmer, but Nan Yan's nose was frozen red.
Zhu Feng pulled her over to lean against the stove and said angrily, "Fortunately, there are people watching over the two children. If they were with you, you don't know if you could raise them!"
Nan Yan pursed her lips.
Zhu Feng said, "You're still not convinced? You're going to be a grandmother, can you be more sensible?"
Hearing him say this, Nan Yan couldn't help but smile.
She hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, today I took Doctor Chen to the Crown Prince's residence. He said that the Crown Princess's pulse is very stable and the fetus is very healthy. As long as she takes good care of herself, everything will go well."
After hearing this, a smile appeared on Zhu Feng's face.
Sitting on the chair, he stretched his legs and feet, then said, "It's just that I have to trouble you, Prince. Now there are things going on at home, and there are so many things to do in the former court."
Only then did Nan Yan see that he was holding something in his hand.
So he asked, "What did the Emperor take? A memorial?"
"Um."
"Whose memorial is it?"
"Chen Zixiao's."
"Master Chen? Isn't he in Handongwei? How can he submit a memorial to the emperor?"
"Isn't he one of my subjects? Why can't my subjects submit memorials to me?"
"That's not what I meant."
Nan Yan knew she had misinterpreted her words, but she couldn't care less at this moment. You know, Chen Zixiao had indeed submitted memorials to Zhu Feng on time over the years, but they were basically just reports on the situation in Handong Guard, or perhaps a congratulatory memorial during festivals. Zhu Feng never took these memorials out of the Imperial Study, simply approving them with an "I understand."
But today I specially brought his memorial here, which obviously means there is something wrong with it.
So he hurriedly sat down beside him and asked, "What does Master Chen's memorial say?"
Zhu Feng let out a deep breath: "Something happened again over at Handongwei."
"Something happened again? What happened?"
Nan Yan frowned.
You know, they eradicated the sand bandits in Hot Moon Bay and recaptured Bailong City, and finally created a stable situation in the northwest. It had been quiet for less than three years when something happened again.
Zhu Feng said, "Ever since the road to the west was opened, there have been quite a few more caravans coming and going, and some people have started targeting them. It's not so bad after we get through Yumen Pass, with soldiers from the Shazhou and Handong Guards patrolling along the way. But further west, the situation becomes more chaotic."
Nan Yan asked, "Are there more sand bandits?"
"They are a tribe from the Western Regions that roams around in various countries. They're called the Eastern Chaga tribe. I only heard of them in the early years. They're skilled in riding and shooting, and they live in no fixed place. They've caused great harm in the Western Regions, but because Emperor Gao has closed the country's borders and the roads to the west are desolate, they haven't caused any trouble."
Nan Yan said: "Now that the Silk Road has reopened, have they found their target?"
"Um."
Nan Yan sighed: "It's really annoying."
“…”
"I thought that after we wiped out the bandits in Shazhouwei and recaptured Bailong City, the northwest would be stable. But it's only been peaceful for a few years, and something's wrong again?"
Zhu Feng sighed and said, "The world is vast, and there are always storms."
“…”
"Do you think the word 'Great' in the Great Yan Dynasty is just about benefits?"
“…”
"A large territory naturally means more land, a larger population, and more trouble. If there's no trouble in the northwest, there will always be trouble somewhere else—"
Having said this, he paused, and with a hint of melancholy in his low voice, he murmured, "Maybe it's better here."
Nan Yan turned to look at him: "What did the emperor say?"
Zhu Feng was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at her: "No, nothing."
Nan Yan looked at him and clearly felt that he had something on his mind, but he refused to speak. So she didn't ask any more questions and just said, "If that's the case, then the emperor should send troops to wipe them out."
Zhu Feng glanced at her but did not respond.
He just smiled and said, "There's another piece of news you might want to hear."
Nan Yan looked at him: "What news?"
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