13 Chapter 13

He frowned and said, "Okay, get back."

Nan Yan looked up at him, saw his impatient look, did not dare to stay, hurriedly picked up the remaining pieces, gave him a salute, and hurriedly turned and walked out.

As the dusk fell, the entire imperial city became gloomy. As soon as Nan Yan came out of this depressed hall, her chest seemed to be loosened, and she let out a long sigh of relief.

But when she looked forward, she was shocked again.

On the steps outside the corner door, a piece of blood was red.

It was those soldiers who dragged Chen Fu here to kill him.

She didn't dare to look second look, and hurried back, finally returning to the desolate courtyard. In the desolate room, she fell heavily on the bed without even having time to change her clothes.

This was only the first day she followed King Yan, and she did not expect him to kill again.

However, this time, it seems to be a little different from the previous ones.

She pressed her face tightly on the icy mattress, she couldn't help but recalled how she looked at Yanwang Wujian today, and watched him sitting in the canopy hall, angering at the general.

It seems, it's really different.

The hurt on the ring fingertip of her right hand was still faintly painful. She squeezed her hand tightly and pressed it against her chest. I don't know if it was because the ring finger was too close to her chest. Even the heartbeat convulsed.

Nanyan got up early the next morning.

she slept fairly smoothly last night, but it seemed to have had a lot of chaotic dreams, and she was a little groggy after getting up.

When washing her face, her hands were soaked in the water, and she immediately felt a little tingling at the tip of her ring finger.

It was the wound yesterday.

With such a small wound, she thought it would be fine after sleeping, but she didn't expect it would still hurt today.

After she hastily freshened up, she arrived at Wuying Hall.

But when she got here, she found that King Yan had finished his sword practice and even put on his clothes.

She was a little surprised, shouldn't she let herself do these things? Is it too late?

However, it was not too late, and King Yan didn't mean to blame her. After washing up, he took them out of Wuying Hall.

The weather is better today.

The blazing sun shone on the Fengtian Hall in front, and the light reflected by the glazed tiles made people barely open their eyes, but Zhu Feng still stopped and watched for a while before walking slowly to the Huagai Hall.

He still can't go in.

None of the civil and military officials in the court was willing to enter the palace to worship. Although he had already taken Jinling, he had also sent a letter back to Peking, so that the rest of the troops stationed there would set off immediately, but Jinling still did not really belong to him.

When they walked to the Huagai Temple, it was still empty and there was no one.

He stood at the door, and the sunlight cast his shadow into the hall. The sunlight was hot, but there was a bit of coldness in his shadow.

He asked coldly: "Are They still refuse to come?"

Ye Wei said carefully: " to answer the prince, yes."

Zhu Feng sneered.

Nan Yan stood behind him and looked at his broad shoulders. For some reason, it seemed that he had returned to that night. He walked up to Li Xuanshi and killed her without warning.

She don't know how long it took, Zhu Feng said coldly: "Ye Yu, let the rest of them enter the city today, and block all the gates of Jinling. No one person or a fly is allowed to go out again! "

Ye Yu was taken aback for a moment, and said softly, "Master, this is—"

"Let you do it!"

"Yes!"

Ye Yu hurried off.

Nan Yan watched his figure disappear quickly under the steps outside, and then looked back at Zhu Feng. He had already walked to the table in front and sat down, and she hurriedly followed.

But on the table, there is nothing.

Indeed, he was not the emperor, and no one gave him a Report. Even if he came here, controlled the entire imperial city, and controlled everyone's lives, he could do nothing.

So, just sit quietly.

Standing behind him, Nan Yan could only hold his breath, for fear of disturbing him.

She don't know how long it took, she heard Zhu Feng say a word--

"It seems that even if the king wants to be a tyrant, it is not that easy."

Nan Yan's heart jumped suddenly.

She had realized that in his words, the most exciting thing about King Yan was the word "tyrant". Now, he repeats the old saying, but the faint blade in the words no longer seems to be facing by herself.

But to those who refuse to go up to worship him and refuse to yield to him.

What is even more frightening is that he has just given an order to allow troops from outside the city to enter the city and to close several gates of Jinling. What is this going to do?

It is not so easy to want to be a tyrant, does he want to—?

Nan Yan did not dare to take a breath, but felt that cold sweat was coming out of her palms. At this moment, Zhu Feng faced the empty hall and suddenly said, "Si Nanyan."

Nan Yan stepped forward immediately: "The servant is here."

"If it were you, what would you do?"

"..."

"Why, speechless?"

"..."

"Aren't you plausible and full of benevolence and morality that day?"

"..."

"Now you tell this king, what would you do if you were at this time?"

"..."

He slowly turned his head, looked at Nan Yan's suddenly pale face, and said coldly: "If you can't answer, you are prepared to be like them."

"..."

Nan Yan bit her lower lip, and after a long time, she whispered, "Slaves, I'm not going to be like them."

"..."

"The servants are the same as them."

"..."

"If I'm at this time, I'm probably just thinking about what I have done in the past, if my Royal Highness is liquidated, I'm afraid I will die more than ten times."

"..."

"At this time, it is too late to save my life, how dare to come and get close to Your Highness?"

Zhu Feng frowned and turned to look at her coldly. Nan Yan immediately lowered her head.

This woman, whether she pretended to be stupid or really stupid, asked her what she would do if she was in his position, but she only thought of herself and the courtiers who were like turtles.

That's right, these people's lives are just like ants. As long as they move their fingers, they can't live. It's like he only a promise in front of her right now, where there is a generous statement that night, but she is just afraid of death.

Just thinking about it, he looked at her with contempt.

Now, he really wondered if she was the one who made a generous statement in front of him that night.

But he wasn't surprised long ago, didn't he have seen too much of the ugly attitudes that people made when they wanted to survive?

And the more this is, the more he feels that human life is so humble