Chapter 3320 I’m Tired
Around the age of ten...
Nan Yan's breath suddenly stopped, and she said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty..."
But before she could finish her words, she felt Zhu Feng's two arms like iron clamps holding her tighter, almost making her unable to breathe. She did not struggle, but obediently and softly moved closer to him.
After a while, I heard Zhu Feng say in my ear: "Don't talk, sleep with me for a while."
“…”
"I am tired."
Nan Yan really stopped talking. She held him with one hand and gently stroked his slightly bony back with the other, as if she was comforting a homeless cat on a rainy night.
Outside, it was still pouring rain, as if it was going to overturn the entire earth.
On this day that was not peaceful to begin with, and even in people's hearts there were undercurrents, something happened that was as earth-shaking as the weather. Although this incident was enough to be remembered in Yan State, it should also be remembered in the history of Neng State. However, the people involved did not seem to be affected by this incident too much.
Zhu Feng slept almost curled up on the low bed, in Nan Yan's arms.
When he opened his eyes again, a whole day had passed.
Throughout the entire day, the people in the wilderness did not see a ray of sunlight. Even at noon, the sky was almost as dark as dusk on other days, leaving many people in a daze. Only in the evening - of course, by that time, the entire wilderness was as dark as midnight, everyone felt an earth-shaking tremor, as if the heaven and earth had really been overturned by this heavy rain.
Zhu Feng also woke up at this time.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt a warmth. It was Nan Yan lying at the head of the bed, holding him in her arms like a child.
But this "child" is really too big.
Seeing him wake up, Nan Yan said softly, "Your Majesty is awake?"
“…”
Zhu Feng was quiet for a while before he uttered a "hmm" from his somewhat dry throat. He immediately felt a pain in his throat as if it were being scraped by a knife. He couldn't help coughing twice, then asked, "What's wrong?"
Nan Yan also looked up at the tent above her head, which was still shaking.
He whispered, "I don't know why, but I felt like the tent seemed to shake."
"oh……"
"Your Majesty, do you want to sleep a little longer? Or do you want to eat something first? I asked them to make some hot porridge."
“…”
Zhu Feng was confused for a while. He was obviously still very tired, but he knew that he couldn't sleep anymore, so he raised his hand and rubbed his sticky eyelids.
This movement caused a slight pain throughout my body.
Nan Yan then said, "Your Majesty had a fever during the day, but it's finally gone. Is there anything else that's bothering you?"
Zhu Feng frowned: "I have a fever?"
"Yes, it's not serious. The military doctor prescribed some medicine, but seeing that Your Majesty is in such a state, I'm afraid he won't be able to take it, so I'll put it aside for now and let Your Majesty have a good rest for a day."
As Nan Yan spoke, she reached out and touched his forehead, smiling with some relief: "Fortunately, the fever is gone."
Zhu Feng sighed: "I don't know."
“…”
"I can actually get sick, how shameful."
He was in good health and had rarely suffered any illness over the years except for injuries. However, he did not expect that this time, he would get a fever after being rained on all night. If he had told this story in the past, he would have ridiculed him.
Nan Yan helped him sit up and said softly, "What's there to be ashamed of? Even though Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, he is also a mortal with flesh and blood. How can a mortal not be fragile? How can he not get sick? Your Majesty, please don't be too harsh on yourself."
Zhu Feng was originally feeling a little upset.
But when he heard her say this, he suddenly felt a sense of relief in his chest, as if the foul air that had been accumulating for a long time had been cleared away.
He smiled at Nan Yan: "You."
After talking for a while, he became more sober. He immediately looked up at the tent roof, which had gradually calmed down. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "What time is it now?"
"It's already the 11am hour."
"Is there any news from White Tiger City?"
Nan Yan originally thought that after he woke up, he would still be obsessed with the matter of the old uncle, but unexpectedly, he seemed to act as if the incident had never happened and asked about the news outside.
However, she could understand it to some extent.
That incident had been a lingering pain in Zhu Feng's life for decades, and he had become accustomed to such pain. Moreover, everything was just his inference now, and it was indeed unwise to indulge in such pain before getting the definite truth.
And Zhu Feng has never been a confused emperor.
Then, Nan Yan said: "I have asked several times, but there is no news yet."
"oh?"
Zhu Feng frowned.
Nan Yan said, "But Your Majesty, don't be anxious. White Tiger City is so far away from here. Even if we use beacon fires to send a message, it will take a cup of tea. Let's wait and see."
As she spoke, she reached for the bowl of medicine on the table. Seeing it was completely cold, she handed it to someone outside to heat it up and bring it back. Soon, the medicine was ready. Zhu Feng took the bowl of medicine, which exuded a strong bitter taste, and drank it without even a frown. Nan Yan took the empty bowl with a wry smile, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and then asked, "Would the emperor like to eat anything?"
Zhu Feng shook his head and asked again, "Where's my uncle? Is he awake?"
Nan Yan said: "He Yi is still trying to find a solution, but now it seems that——"
Zhu Feng's face gradually darkened.
Nan Yan said softly: "Your Majesty..."
Zhu Feng sat on the bed. His eyes, already red from the fever, now looked particularly bright, yet also particularly helpless. He was quiet for a moment, then smiled wryly and said, "Is it really true that I will never be able to find the truth in my lifetime?"
Nan Yan hurriedly said, "I believe that God will not treat the emperor so badly."
Zhu Feng gave another bitter laugh and said, "Right now, I'm concerned about two things: White Tiger City and my uncle. It depends on which one God approves."
Nan Yan looked at him, and her heart seemed to be as bitter as his mouth.
Zhu Feng has always believed in himself and relied on himself, never asking for God's will. But this time, he said that he would see what God would allow. Perhaps he had really been tortured enough in these years.
She thought for a moment and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, how could you be so confused? Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven. How can Heaven not grant what the Son of Heaven desires?"
Zhu Feng glanced at her with a half-smile.
"Just now you said I was a mortal, and now you say I am the Son of Heaven. Aren't you always right?"
Nan Yan was quite shameless and said with a smile, "I will say whatever makes the emperor happy."
Zhu Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Nan Yan knew that her jokes wouldn't completely comfort him, so she spoke softly, "Your Majesty, don't worry. Let's not even talk about the distant past. Just take this battle—it was so difficult, and yet Your Majesty has won. The northwest hasn't seen the heaviest rain in hundreds of years, and now it's finally falling. Isn't this the result of doing our best and fulfilling God's will? What else is there for Your Majesty to worry about?"
Zhu Feng asked, "Do you think that if we win the battle and it rains, White Tiger City will definitely be what we want?"
"What else?"
"You,"
Zhu Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "Let me tell you this: we can only watch this rain, but whether it can cause the dam I sent people to build upstream to burst, allowing the underground river to flow back is one thing; if the dam bursts and the underground river flows back, whether Arslan and his men can return at the most appropriate time is another matter."
Nan Yan listened and came back to her senses.
"The timing of their return is wrong, will that also have an impact?"
"certainly,"
Zhu Feng said patiently, "If we go back too early, they might discover that the underground river is backflowing and will definitely flee the city. If we go back too late, there's no need for me to tell them anything."
Only then did Nan Yan understand that there was such a big mystery here.
She couldn't help but become nervous.
He held the medicine bowl that Zhu Feng had drunk from and kneaded it in one hand, muttering, "It will definitely work, it will definitely work!"
Zhu Feng glanced at her and was about to say something when the sound of horse hooves was heard amid the sound of the drizzle outside the tent. The sound came from far away and gradually got closer, finally stopping not far from their tent.
Both of them were alert and looked at each other.
After a while, Xiao Shunzi at the door was heard saying in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Lord Chen is back to report!" When Zhu Feng heard this, he immediately turned over and got out of bed.
However, he had been ill all day and hadn't eaten or drunk anything. He was already very weak. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he felt dizzy and almost fell back into bed. Fortunately, Nan Yan was quick to support him and said softly, "Is the emperor okay?"
Zhu Feng gasped weakly twice.
He probably knew that it was not easy for him to face others like this, so he whispered in Nan Yan's ear: "Help me sort it out."
Nan Yan shook her head, helped him sit aside, and tidied up his messy clothes and frizzy hair. Then she looked up and said to the door, "Let Chen Zixiao in."
After a while, Chen Zixiao walked in heavily, covered in rain and mud.
"Greetings to the Emperor, and to the Imperial Concubine."
Although Nan Yan was also very anxious, she just stood aside obediently holding the empty medicine bowl. Zhu Feng covered his mouth and coughed twice to clear his throat, then asked, "What's the situation in White Tiger City?"
Chen Zixiao took a deep breath, then raised his head and looked at Zhu Feng.
He followed his uncle who was a Buddhist monk since he was young, and only became an official after he grew up. He never showed his emotions on his face, and he didn't say much even to Zhu Feng.
But at this moment, when he raised his head, Nan Yan saw an endless joy on his muddy face.
He took a deep breath and said, "Your Majesty, it's done!"
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