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

One night passed.

Zhu Feng pushed open the door of Wuying Hall, and the wind poured in from behind, and he saw the curtains floating slightly. Behind the curtains, on her wide bed, the little woman was still sleeping on the pillow.

In the hall, she whispered softly.

Zhu Feng walked over slowly. As soon as he reached the bed, he heard her murmur: "It hurts..."

"..."

"It hurts..."

Is talking in a dream.

In the dream, it is also called pain.

He was silent for a while, stretched out a strand of messy hair on her forehead, and saw the pale little face underneath, with frowning eyebrows, as if he was still suffering from pain, and his long eyelashes lightly covered the thin eyelids. On top, it appears weak and delicate.

I don’t know where she had the courage yesterday--

Thinking of this, there was another inexplicable anger in her heart. In addition, she didn't sleep well last night and was even more impatient, so she twisted her face hard.

With just this twist, his hand suddenly seemed to touch the coal, and he immediately retracted.

What are you doing?

At this moment, Nan Yan, who had been trapped in a nightmare and was suffering from the pain, also woke up, opened his eyes faintly, and saw the tall figure in front of him.

She was not sober yet, just murmured: "Who beat me?"

"..."

"Why hit me?"

She muttered and complained, the hot on her cheeks, she was obviously beaten.

Zhu Feng's brows tightened.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"..."

"I still beat you with my own hands?"

As soon as his hard voice sounded, Nan Yan was completely awakened from half asleep and half awake. She suddenly opened her eyes and looked intently. It turned out that the emperor was standing in front of her.

She hurriedly got up: "Slaves--"

Before she finished speaking, there was another fiery pain in her butt, and she lay down on the bed again.

There was a cold sweat on her forehead, and she struggled with an ugly posture: "The emperor, slave and maid—"

"Okay," Zhu Feng frowned as she looked at her embarrassed, and said impatiently: "It's all like this, what do you think of? Let me lie down here!"

"..."

"Get down!"

"Yes……"

She could only go back quietly.

At this time, I realized that I was actually sleeping in the bed in the Wuying Palace!

Here, but the place where the emperor sleeps, isn't it the dragon bed?

He actually slept on the dragon couch? !

She suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and she didn’t know what to say, but Zhu Feng looked down at her for a while before saying: “Don’t be afraid. If you dare to remove Shang Baosi’s key, you won’t be afraid to sleep in my place. On the bed."

Nan Yan bit her lower lip: "The slave servant knows that he is guilty."

"Guilty, of course you are guilty!"

As Zhu Feng said, he couldn't help but glanced at her, looked at her frowning brows from the pain, was silent for a while, then said: "Yesterday, why did you say that."

Nan Yan raised his head to look at him, and said softly: "Because-the slave and maid dare to guess that the emperor did not want to issue that imperial decree."

"why?"

"Because usually, the emperor draws up the imperial decree first and asks Ye Qi to send it to Shang Baosi, but yesterday, it was the slave servant to bring the jade seal to the imperial garden."

"..."

"The servant girl felt that the emperor had other intentions, so—"

As she said, she took a careful look at Zhu Feng and lowered her head: "Everything is a slave and maidservant boldly, please forgive the emperor."

"..."

Zhu Feng did not speak immediately, but looked at her with frowning for a while before saying: "Where did the key fall?"

"In Shang Baosi's drawer."

"..."

Zhu Feng was silent for a while, and said slowly: "From now on, keep the key closer."

"..."

"Don't lose it again, and don't let me hit you again."