Chapter 42 – Take Good Care of Wangye
This young woman looked more and more petite in the firelight. The thick black eyelid covered the eye but it can’t cover up the flickering light within it. It was like that night, in the fire of the Tai Palace her eyes were as bright as this. It’s too bad to miss it.
Zhu Feng suddenly reached out her hand and lifted up her chin Nan Yan was shocked, but she didn’t respond.
She was lifted up by her face and looked at him embarrassed and at a complete loss. “His Highness?”
Zhu Feng did not speak, but looked down at her eyes. After a while, he sneered and said: “Unexpectedly, the fire in the Tai Palace Hall was not burned beyond scorched earth.”
Nan Yan was shocked, but she didn’t respond. She was lifted up
by her face and looked at him embarrassed and at a complete loss.
Zhu Feng did not speak, but looked down at her eyes.
After a while, he sneered and said: “Unexpectedly, the fire in the Tai Palace Hall was not burned beyond scorched earth.”
Nan Yan did not know what he meant by this sentence, but felt that the flame on one side seemed to burn more fiercely at this time. The heat waves burst, and the hot temperature made her face red and sweat appeared all over her body.
At this time, Zhu Feng released her and turned away.
On the other side, Ye Zheng hurriedly followed him up, when he passed by Nan Yan, he only glanced at her. At once, he walked behind Zhu
Feng: “Wang Ye, This is going to—“
“Back to Wu Ying Palace, this Prince is going to rest.”
Ye Zheng hurriedly looked back and saw Nan Yan still standing there, he hurriedly beckoned her with a low voice: “Hurry up. “
Nan Yan was still a little scared. She heard him calling and hastily got up.
Behind them, the large fire was still burning, and Yu-Gonggong along with the other eunuchs were somewhat in daze seeing the soaring flame. Zhu Feng didn’t return his head, and walked a far distance.
The large fire lit up half of the sky.
But he knew that the next fire to light up would be the whole imperial hall.
On the night…
Back to Wu Ying Hall it was already dark. Ye Zheng hurriedly lit the candlestick. After sending the hot water and serving Zhu Feng for bath he just put the basin in good order and heard Zhu Feng say: “You go back tonight and let her stay”
Ye Zheng stared blankly at Zhu Feng face.
Nan Yan was about to come in and when she heard those words she was stupefied.
Is it her night?
Is Ye Zheng not the one taking the turn tonight?
Ye Zheng also hesitated, but he did not say much. He only turned to reply “Yes” and turned away.
As he passed by the door with the Nan Yan, he stopped for a moment and said, “Take good care of Wang Ye.”
Nan Yan’s heart skipped a beat.
The burning feelings just now seemed to have returned. Her face was unbearably hot and anxiousness was swelling in her heart.
At this time, Zhu Feng changed his clothes. Of course, it is not necessary to dress too much on a hot summer night. He only wore a loose cloth and his belt hanged loosely. Because of his tall figure, the unlined garment bore through among his clothes and it gave a sense of leisure like a waterfall of spring.
It is unlikely that anyone could have imagined that His Highness Yan Wang, who was invincible on the battlefield, would have this aspect.
However, Nan Yan looked at him like this, intensely sweating like rain.
Just outside the Imperial library, he pinched her chin, the temperature and touch on his fingers seemed to remain on her skin. As well as when Ye Zheng left and remembered what he said, was more like telling her something.
His Highness Yan Wang, for what reason does he let her stay up tonight?
She did not understand, but hesitated at the door, dumbstruck. Zhu Feng looked back at her, and then said: “Still not coming in?”
After hesitating, she finally went in and closed the door behind her.
Not knowing if it’s an illusion, but after closing the door, the glowing sensation from the fire at the Imperial library came up again. It seemed like the blaze was spreading across the whole hall.
She was a bit restless and turned to see the little stool in the corner where she sat last night. Hastily waling there.
But at this moment, Zhu Feng’s voice rings behind her——.