Chapter 1182 Fragrance
Zhu Feng also took a look.
But she frowned and murmured, "She seems to be unable to sew."
"What?"
"I don't remember clearly, but I vaguely feel that she doesn't seem to be able to sew."
“…”
Nan Yan didn't say anything, but her brows slowly furrowed. Seeing Zhu Feng looking at the sachet in her hand with a serious expression, she felt a little complicated.
Who is this "she" he is talking about?
Is it the real Queen Chen or Princess Tana?
He probably didn't have a deep impression of them, and it was very difficult for him to still have perception after using "Taishangwangqing" twice.
But even so, he was still so stubborn to look for some clues among these old items.
After all, everyone wants to know where they come from.
That seems to be the key to determining where I will go in the future.
For people like Zhu Feng, his own destiny and the destiny of the world are in his hands, so it is difficult for him to accept that he knows nothing about the past. It is precisely because of his pursuit that Nan Yan feels even more conflicted.
Because she knew the truth.
But after returning to Beiping, He Yi and Xu Miaoyin had warned her more than once. Just when Prince Ning mentioned this matter before, Zhu Feng's mind was completely confused, and he went on a killing spree in the palace, forcing them to use the Supreme Forgetfulness on him.
If I tell him again, what will be the result?
Will it push him into a desperate situation again?
However, regardless of whether he can bear the third time of forgetfulness, I alone cannot bear him forgetting me again.
Nan Yan sighed deeply.
Zhu Feng sensed something and turned to look at her: "What's wrong?"
"No, nothing?"
"Why did you suddenly sigh? Did you think of something?"
"No."
Nan Yan hurriedly shook her head to cover up, then said, "Your Majesty, when you said that 'she' can't sew, do you mean that Empress Chen can't sew?"
Zhu Feng frowned and said softly, "Yes."
"Really?"
Zhu Feng looked at her and laughed dumbly: "Unless my feeling is wrong, otherwise, why would I lie to you about this matter?"
“…”
Nan Yan tilted her head and thought about it, and felt that it was right.
Empress Chen was the first empress of this dynasty. She was virtuous and dignified, and was a model for the country. However, she did not come from a famous family. Like Emperor Gao, she came from a poor family. She lost her father at a young age and followed her adoptive father in wandering in the army. She probably had never learned needlework.
But this sachet——
Although she already had a rough idea of Zhu Feng's life experience, these clues actually meant nothing to her, but Nan Yan still had some inexplicable feelings about this sachet.
I don’t know what it is.
She thought about it and subconsciously brought the sachet under her nose to smell it.
Logically speaking, this sachet is a relic of the late Queen Chen. Not counting how long she has used it, it has been more than ten or twenty years now, and the smell has long been very faint. However, after Nan Yan took a deep breath, she faintly smelled a very faint fragrance.
"Huh?"
Nan Yan frowned subconsciously.
Zhu Feng had originally picked up something else to look at, but upon hearing her voice, he immediately turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"
Nan Yan said: "This fragrance——"
"Does this sachet have fragrance?"
As he said that, he immediately took it from her hand and put it under his nose to take a deep sniff.
Immediately, Nan Yan felt his breath around him pause, as if his body had stiffened for a moment. She immediately looked at him: "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"
“…”
Zhu Feng didn't say anything.
But the fingers of the hand holding the sachet were a little stiff.
This taste——
This taste——
Why did some inexplicable images flash before his eyes the moment he smelled this scent, but when he wanted to see clearly, they disappeared again.
But that feeling gave him an indescribable sense of familiarity.
Zhu Feng's brows gradually twisted into a knot, and Nan Yan immediately noticed that his eyes went from focused to a little confused.
Nan Yan subconsciously asked, "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"
He didn't respond to himself.
She raised her voice: "Your Majesty!"
Zhu Feng was startled, as if suddenly awakened from a nightmare. He turned to look at her. Nan Yan said, "What's wrong with the emperor? Have you thought of anything about this sachet?"
“…”
Zhu Feng was speechless. He just looked at the small sachet in his hand with a complicated expression. After a while, he murmured, "I don't know either."
Nan Yan suddenly felt guilty.
It wasn't because she felt guilty about doing something wrong, but she was afraid that something would once again trigger Zhu Feng's bad memories and cause the beast in his heart to break free once again.
She said softly, "Your Majesty, if these things don't lead to any clues, just put them aside for now. If you want to find clues, letters would be the best."
“…”
Zhu Feng was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yeah."
But he still held the sachet and didn't let go.
Nan Yan reached over and carefully took the sachet from his hand. Zhu Feng looked up at her, and Nan Yan took the opportunity to change the subject: "Has the emperor found any of the Queen Mother's relics, such as letters?"
Zhu Feng said, "These things are difficult to find, and they are not in the imperial mausoleum. I am still asking people to find a way."
"oh?"
Nan Yan took the opportunity to pull his hand and said, "Your Majesty, why are you sweating so much? Come sit here and have some tea."
Her hands were soft and gentle. She pulled Zhu Feng to sit on the other side, then personally brewed tea and handed it to Zhu Feng. Zhu Feng took a sip, and the inexplicable surge in his heart seemed to be suppressed a lot.
Nan Yan asked, "Is the Emperor feeling better?"
He looked up at her: "Yeah."
Nan Yan smiled gently.
The two of them sat for a while, and when the rain stopped outside, Zhu Feng prepared to return to the imperial study to continue handling his government affairs. Before leaving, he said to Nan Yan, "I will leave my mother's things with you for now. I need to look at them often and think about them."
Nan Yan nodded: "Yes, I will put these things away."
Zhu Feng left.
As soon as he left, Nan Yan returned to the table, looked at the things on the tray, was silent for a while, then picked up the sachet and put it under her nose to smell it.
Ran Xiaoyu walked in just then and asked softly, "My Lady, is there anything wrong with this sachet?"
“…”
Nan Yan didn't say anything.
But there was a hint of complexity in those gentle eyes.
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On the other side, after Zhu Feng walked out of the cold palace, he walked forward for a while and passed by the Yanx Palace.
But he just took a look and didn't go in.
So he continued walking forward.
Seeing this, Eunuch Yu, who was following behind him, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
But the next moment, Zhu Feng said, "The imperial concubine went to the Yanxi Palace, right?"
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