The news that Luo Chen was staying overnight in the Nanyan Dormitory spread far and wide.

To say that the two of them didn't do anything.

No one believed it.

In particular, Luo Chen deliberately appeared in front of everyone with a tired face in the morning, what this means, the fool knows.

In fact, they just chatted all night, although Luo Chen did try to mistreat Nanyan halfway, but they were all solved by Nanyan by force.

However, Nanyan understands the reason that the more he describes it, the darker it gets, so he doesn't bother to explain it.

Just after breakfast, Luo Chen pretended to be reluctant to leave.

That look is as ambiguous as it gets.

Even Fuchen, who has always been improper, is sick to his stomach.

Chongyu greeted Luo Chen very calmly and went directly to the study.

Since Chongqing took him to review Nanyan's recital, until Nanyan 'recovered', he would come to help every day.

Free coolies, things are done well, Nanyan is happy, and he didn't drive him away.

It's just that no one notices the clenched fist in his sleeve.

Rongfu Palace is where Nanshui used to live, and it is not too far from Fengyang Palace.

So, Nanche was imprisoned there to recuperate from his injuries.

Seeing Nan Yan appear, Nan Che's eyes finally had an angry emotion.

"Is the Celestial Maiden idle?"

The reason why he said this was because Nanyan had to come to visit him once a day.

But he never asked him anything, just sat for a while, and then left.

Nan Che wanted to escape, but he couldn't escape, and he was about to be suffocated by Nan Yan's inexplicable actions.

Nanyan raises his lips:

"Naturally, you're a little busier than you are now."

Nan Che frowned:

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Even if you are a captive, you have dignity, right?

If you don't kill him, and don't ask him anything, what are you going to do, can't you give him a good time?

Nanyan stepped on the red flowers that fell from the ground, and stood with his hands in his hands:

"Do you know what kind of tree this is?"

Although Nan Che didn't understand why Nan Yan asked this question, he still scoffed:

"This is a kapok tree, but it should grow in the south, and the people in your palace will really enjoy it, in order to enjoy its flowers and fall every year, I'm afraid that when the weather turns cold, a lot of manpower and material resources will be wasted to prevent this tree from freezing to death, right?"

What he didn't say was that the most common place he grew up was this kind of tree.

Nanyan didn't care:

"In order to understand her son's thoughts, my mother asked her to draw a portrait of you every year and send it to the palace, and the one you were five years old was standing under the kapok tree, do you remember?"

Nan Che was stunned for a moment, and then snorted coldly:

"My memory since I was a child was only learning how to cultivate and graze, how can I have the time to take such a small thing to heart?"

Nanyan pursed her lips, took out a painting scroll from her sleeve, and opened it by herself:

"My mother said that the most relaxed and happy moment of her life was when she looked at the portraits of her sons. Ever since I started to be sensible, my mother would often point to the portrait and tell me, 'Yan'er, you see, this is the eldest brother, and my mother's Che'er has grown up.' ’”

Nan Che subconsciously looked at the somewhat damaged painting scroll that had been polished, and his heart couldn't help but move.

However, he soon suppressed this emotion.

"Why, are you trying to influence me in this way? I advise you, don't waste your time! ”

Nan Yan carefully put away the scroll and looked at Nan Che:

"This kapok tree was planted by my mother for you, she said, looking at this tree, you can imagine what you look like standing under the tree."

Nan Che looked at the calmness in Nan Yan's eyes, and his heart was suffocated. Take a look at the latest chapters of "Emperor Chang Song Claw Book House" and read it for free for the first time.