Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

She turned her head and saw the familiar face right in front of her.

"what……"

Nan Yan's heart was turbulent, and she didn't even come to think about what had happened. The excitement and joy in her heart just when she saw this face was enough to fill her whole heart and even her whole person.

Zhu Feng, Zhu Feng is by your side!

He is by his side.

Moreover, he appeared to protect himself when he was most critical!

At that moment, she thought it was her own dream, and felt that all this was an illusion. I was afraid that it would disappear like smoke when she woke up, so she did not dare to be easily alarmed.

But I didn't expect that when I woke up, everything turned out to be true.

She lay on the bed without moving or making any movements, just staring at him blankly, as if it was enough.

However, the change in her breath was quickly felt by the sleeping Zhu Feng.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and then slowly opened his eyes.

The two people looked at each other unexpectedly.

"what……"

Nan Yan looked at him, trying to say something, but couldn't say a word, and then she tried to speak hard, the tingling pain from her throat made her uncomfortable.

"Ok?"

Zhu Feng suddenly woke up.

He is a person who has experienced in the war. He has the ability to wake up from dreams at any time and immediately pick up the sword to fight the enemy. At this time, he immediately recovered and immediately reached out and held her shoulders, and said in a deep voice: "Don't speak, you are hurt."

"what……"

"do not speak."

"..."

Nan Yan understood it himself, but just saw him wake up and was excited for a while, but forgot.

She nodded obediently.

However, when he looked around, he was shocked.

There were a lot of dried blood on the ground and on the wall. Although the body was gone, she suddenly remembered what Zhu Feng had done before she became unconscious. Those people were all killed by him!

She looked at Zhu Feng again: "Ah..."

For some reason, although it was only a short voice, Zhu Feng seemed to understand what she was asking. He seemed to have heard her heartbeat and said calmly, "Don't worry."

"..."

"Those people, I cleaned them up."

"..."

"No one will hurt you again."

"..."

These last words made Nan Yan's heart hot again.

Of course she believed.

It has been more than once, in the past in the camp of Yue State, in the deserted city of Lao State, and now in this strange place, every time he appeared by his side in time.

If he is not the emperor, and he really wants to doubt, he may be a **** sent by the heavens to his side.

Protect yourself specifically.

But, who has such a great ability, such a big show, so that he can be such a protection of the emperor?

A smile appeared on Nan Yan's face.

It's in joy, with unspeakable sweetness.

If Zhu Feng knew that he thought so in his heart, he would definitely pinch his face forcefully and say the words that she has become accustomed to-"I must strangle you."

But, just thinking about it, her mind suddenly shook.

Suddenly recalling the last time the two of them met, in the imperial city of Peking, in the cold palace, Zhu Feng suddenly appeared in front of her and acted on her.

Almost really strangled her!

Now, he is--

Nan Yan just thought about it, and immediately raised his head to look at him, with doubts and questions in his eyes, but Zhu Feng had already got up and walked out.

Nan Yan stretched out his hand to support the bedpost: "Huh?"

She wanted to get up, but with this movement, she found that her whole body was weak, and she was lying on the head of the bed, almost falling down.

After breathing for a while, I saw Zhu Feng coming in from outside.

He held a bowl in his hand, steaming.

Seeing her lying on the bedside, she didn’t say anything. She came over and supported her with one hand, and then said, “I know you must be hungry. Drink porridge."

After speaking, he brought the bowl in hand to her.

Nan Yan looked down and was stunned.

Is it porridge in the bowl?

This bowl is dark, with a lot of lumps, and it emits an indescribable scorching smell. Is it porridge?

Nan Yan only glanced at it, smelled it, and wrinkled her brows.

Then he looked up at him, his eyes seemed to say: Are you kidding me?

Seeing her expression, Zhu Feng took a look at her "masterpiece" again, and coughed a little embarrassingly, then said: "This is the porridge I made."

"..."

"You can drink it first."

After all, he was the emperor, and it was a rare thing to wash his hands and make soup for others. He thought to himself, this woman had better not refuse somehow.

And Nan Yan was thinking in her heart.

Zhu Feng, wash your hands and make soup for yourself.

Even if it is poisonous, you have to take a sip to show it.

So, she stretched out her hand obediently, but unfortunately she didn't have any strength, and as soon as she raised her hand and touched the edge of the bowl, she fell softly.

When Zhu Feng saw this, he frowned slightly.

To be honest, he doesn't like taking care of patients.

I don't like seeing people who are dying. For him, who has always been energetic, people who are sick in bed make him feel uncomfortable.

However, he didn't feel impatient when he saw her soft look.

It's just that there is a sense of unspeakable boredom in my heart.

He took a deep breath and helped the soft and boneless woman to sit on the bed, and then he took a spoon and scooped it up by himself. He blew it carefully and then brought it to her mouth.

"..."

Nan Yan raised his eyes to look at him, with a hint of joy in his eyes.

In a trance, it seems to have returned to the past.

When the two of them were still very close and sweet, but it seemed that since Feng Shu started to be favored, it has been a long time since Feng Shu had not been so close.

Could not help but feel a bit sour in my heart.

She did not open her mouth for a while, and Zhu Feng frowned again, but when she spoke, her voice was still mild: "Open your mouth and eat."

"..."

Nan Yan opened his mouth obediently and drank it.

I don’t know how long the porridge has been boiled, it is bitter and thick, and it is really unpalatable, but Nanyan doesn’t know if he is very sick, and the tip of his tongue tastes a little sweet in the bitterness .

She drank it bit by bit.

Although it was burnt porridge, it was edible after all. Drinking it steamily gave her a little blood on her face and improved her spirit a lot.

She raised her head to look at Xiang Zhu Feng.

Zhu Feng said: "Do you want more?"

"Uh uh!"

This time, Nan Yan shook his head simply.

A bowl of such a thing is enough, who would dare to ask for it again?

Looking at her appearance, Zhu Feng also regained some energy, so he put the bowl aside and said: "Okay, now you can tell me."

"Ok?"

"who are you?"

"...!?"

Nan Yan suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him.