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

At this moment, Qin Ruolan also followed the people around and walked to the side of the motorcade. Turning his head, seeing this scene, his face was pale.

Especially, when she saw Sinanyan asleep, one hand was still around Zhu Feng's neck.

That kind of intimacy...

Even during this period of time, she relived her old dreams and had a warmer relationship with Zhu Feng. She has never been so close, because Zhu Feng has always been a little wary of the people beside her, including herself.

However, to Sinanyan, he--

Zhu Feng didn't see her, but directly hugged Nan Yan into her carriage. He wanted to put her down and return to her golden carriage, but as soon as he looked up, he found that his neck sank.

It turned out that her hands were still around her neck.

With this pull, she immediately felt a little uneasy in her dream, frowned slightly, and said softly: "No..."

Her voice has not fully recovered, and she always speaks with a slight husky.

At this time, people were not sober, and the words became more soft.

Around people's hearts, they are all itchy.

Zhu Feng was silent for a while, and then said to Ye Yu who had already walked to the side of the carriage: "That's it, let's go."

"..."

Ye Wei looked at this scene with a slight smile, and hurriedly responded, then lowered the curtain.

Turning her head again, she saw Qin Ruolan standing aside. Although I don’t know why the two palace ladies who were with her had disappeared, since no one said anything, naturally something happened. She stood alone. Next to the carriage, there was no one to help her in the carriage.

Ye Xu walked over and said softly: "Ms. Qin, get on the carriage first, we are about to set off."

"..."

Qin Ruolan was silent for a moment, and gritted her silver teeth.

She said: "Why, the emperor rides with her?"

"Uh?"

Ye Wei was taken aback for a moment, then looked back again.

I immediately understood what she was thinking about. When she left Peking, she wanted to get on the emperor's golden car and was stopped.

Ye Yu coughed slightly, and said with some embarrassment: "Ms. Qin should understand that concubines cannot get on the Emperor's golden carriage, but the Emperor can go to any concubine's carriage."

"..."

Qin Ruolan's face became paler.

Seeing her like this, Ye Yu knew that it would take some time for her to figure this out. After all, Zhu Feng didn’t trust anyone, but he trusted a Sinanyan who appeared "unexplainably" without any People's explanations and endorsements, he can trust her and get close to her like this.

I can only say that some things, even with amnesia, are deeply in the bone marrow.

Ye Xun could only say awkwardly, "I'm going to lead the way in front. Lady Qin, get in the car."

After speaking, turned and left.

Qin Ruolan looked at the carriage again, the curtain had been lowered, and it was quiet inside, without any sound.

The thought of Zhu Feng holding Sinanyan all the time, her heart felt like a fire.

Gritting his teeth, boarded his carriage.

But this time, she was the only one left in the carriage, and there was no court lady to comfort her. She bit her lower lip and endured it all.

With an order from the front, their team left this place and began to drive forward.

Nan Yan has always been in Zhu Feng's arms.

Although they slept very heavily, they were not slow because they wanted to leave the Changqing realm as soon as possible. Even though they were sitting in the carriage, the feeling of jolts and shaking was transmitted to their dreams.

Gradually, her dreams became unstable.

In the dream, she felt an arm hug her hard.

Although her vision was blurred and she couldn't see anything clearly, she immediately recognized that familiar breath, it was Zhu Feng.

It seems that when he was on the boat, he held himself and didn't let go.

For some reason, the feeling at that moment lingered in her mind.

Zhu Feng's domineering, she is the most familiar.

When being held by him, there is always a suffocating sense of tightening, as long as he doesn't let go, no one can break away from his arm.

So Nan Yan is used to it.

But at that moment, it gave her a strange feeling.

It seems that it is not that he wants to hug himself tightly, but that he is afraid to let go of himself.

Although this perception is strange, it has always been in her mind.

Even in the dream, with the yellow sand in the sky around her, she couldn't see everything clearly, almost suffocating, she felt Zhu Feng's arm hugging herself tightly.

Moreover, she could hear his low gasps and muttering to himself.

"I won't let go, I won't let go..."

...

The helplessness and despair in this sentence made her heartache.

It seems that Zhu Feng is really afraid of losing her.

But why is there such an idea?

His heart grew deeper and deeper, as if an invisible big rock was pressed down, Nan Yan gradually felt suffocated, struggling to break free from the dream, and opened his eyes.

At a glance, I saw Zhu Feng hugging himself.

They were in the carriage, and they were in his arms.

"The emperor..."

As soon as Nan Yan spoke, Zhu Feng immediately woke up and looked down at her: "You are awake."

"..."

Nan Yan breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her look so bright and steady even when she was in danger.

In his dream just now, his despair and helplessness——

It really was a dream.

"What's wrong with you? What are you thinking?"

Feeling she was a little distracted, Zhu Feng asked again, Nan Yan withdrew his mind and looked up at him.

He shook his head gently.

"No."

"..."

Zhu Feng's eyebrows frowned slightly.

She thought she could hide it from herself, but she was clearly in a trance when she woke up from a dream, especially when she saw herself, she seemed to be in a dream again.

However, he did not ask.

As for everything about this woman, he no longer intends to know by asking.

Listen for yourself, see for yourself, feel for yourself.

Only in this way can she understand what she means to herself.

So Zhu Feng said: "You haven't told me what your name is."

"..."

Nan Yan was slightly startled.

It is really true that the two of them met from the fishing village, and experienced so much in the middle, many births and deaths, but Zhu Feng, did not even know her name.

Nan Yan thought for a while and took his hand over.

Use your fingertips to write stroke by stroke in his palm--

"Si-Nan-Smoke."

Zhu Feng murmured.

For some reason, when he said the name, a picture suddenly appeared in his mind, which had been completely forgotten.

On the vast wasteland, a column of green smoke rose slowly.

Guiding people's direction.

"Si Nanyan."

He repeated his name again, and then said: "You are my woman."

Nan Yan was startled, not knowing why he said that.

What did he think of? Or did someone tell him something?

When she was wondering, Zhu Feng said again: "Even if it is not, it will be in the future."