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

Although the biting cold and bone-piercing pain kept hitting Nan Yan's heart, she was never unconscious. Instead, she opened her eyes wide, looking at the shabby curtains above her head, and being flashed by lightning from time to time. Light illuminates.

Her face was paler than the cold white light.

I don't know how long she had passed, she suddenly twitched unconsciously, and her body shivered, as if the last bit of warmth in her body had been taken away.

In the ear, a sigh sounded.

She turned her head slowly, and saw Doctor Wang from the hospital with a sad expression on her face, and gently shook her head, while the two little eunuchs standing behind him held a basin of water in each hand.

Inside, it's all red.

Blood red!

Nan Yan trembled again, her lips trembled, and she whispered, "Me, mine, my child?"

Doctor Wang glanced at her, but he dared not speak.

Nan Yan's heart became colder, as if she had fallen into the abyss for an instant. She was so weak that she couldn't even breathe. She could only ask silently: "Where is my child? Where is my child?"

Ran Xiaoyu sat on the head of the bed.

Her eyes were red, and there were even tears, but she couldn't cry, she just held Nan Yan's hand: "Manny..."

Nan Yan looked up at her: "Xiaoyu, where is my child?"

"..."

"You tell me that my child is fine, my child is still there."

"..."

"You tell me!"

Ran Xiaoyu could not speak, but tears came up in his dry eyes, almost dripping.

She originally held Nan Yan's hand. At this time, she bent down and simply hugged her into her arms.

But can't speak.

Nan Yan seemed to have understood something.

She looked desperately at Ran Xiaoyu’s distressed eyes, and slowly stretched out her trembling hands to her lower abdomen. Although there was no time to protrude there, it was too late to let her feel that a life was gestating, but now, that life is leaving , But it is so clear.

Her child is gone.

This child has not even had time to be born, look at the world, look at the father, queen, mother and concubine expecting him to be born, just like that, left.

And she can do nothing.

Even, did not protect this child when he needed protection most!

Finally couldn't help it, the hot tears brought the last bit of temperature in her body and cried out.

why?

Why is this happening?

This child is what she and Zhu Feng look forward to, counting the days with their fingers every day, hoping that he can be born, so that he and her can be more complete and make up for past regrets.

But why, will it end like this?

While crying, she shook her head, tears falling: "I don't want it, I don't want this, my child...I don't want..."

At this moment, with a scream, the door was pushed open.

Nan Yan raised her head with tears in her eyes, which made her completely unable to see the figure that appeared at the door after a flash of lightning. However, the people in the room, especially the Taiyuan Hospital who just stood up from the bed with a sigh. Wang Baizhi's face suddenly paled.

Everyone knelt down at the door.

"Emperor... Emperor..."

Everyone was so horrified that no one could speak clearly.

The heavy rain is still pouring down.

The breath of cold rain suddenly poured into this **** room, making the originally cold breath here a little heavier, and when the tall figure walked in, everyone seemed to fall into it. He was as cold as an ice cave, and he didn't dare to move.

Everyone knelt and knocked their heads to the ground.

"The emperor... the emperor, the emperor forgive me!"

Wang Baizhi finally said it.

And Nan Yan's tears dripped from her eyes, and she finally saw the person in front of her.

The tall, familiar figure walked in from the outside, his body was already drenched in the rain, and his body also exuded an invisible, chilling breath like a beast.

Wang Baizhi did not even dare to lift their heads.

He walked in step by step, leaving wet footprints. Although he knew it was rain, he gave people the illusion of bloodstains one step at a time.

He said solemnly: "Go out."

"..."

Hearing these words, everyone hurriedly got up from the ground, and seemed to have escaped from the room. Outside the door, there were even figures shaking. Some people looked in, but everyone dared not approach.

He went all the way to the bed.

Only the two of them were left in the room.

The heavy rain outside made it even more crazy, and there was an illusion that the world would be overthrown.

But the two people facing each other in the room were so quiet, as if they had stopped breathing.

Nan Yan was sitting on the bedside, her face was as pale as paper, and there were tears on her face. At this moment, she only sobbed, looking at Zhu Feng who was standing in front of her, looking at the pair so deep that there was no light. There is no eye for temperature.

"emperor……"

She called him.

The voice is also damp, I don't know whether it is tears or the rain that wets her whole body.

"emperor……"

She called him, and slowly reached out her hand, trying to grasp his hand.

The hand he was hanging next to him was dripping with rain drop by drop. Before he grasped it, he felt it was as cold as a piece of ice.

But even so, even if both of them were cold, Nan Yan still wanted to hold his hand.

Only he can warm himself.

Only he can comfort himself.

She looked at him sadly. He was a little far away from herself, so she had to straighten up and stretch her hand out with all her strength to catch him. Although at this moment, she was too tired to faint at any time, but still bite. Teeth and stretched out his hand towards him.

"The emperor, I—"

When she was halfway through her words, and when her fingertips almost touched his, Zhu Feng, who had been silent for a while, suddenly shrank his hands.

Nan Yan's fingers felt a cold wind.

She froze in place.

"emperor……"

"Where is my child?"

In the dark night, a dry, low voice sounded, as if coming from a bottomless abyss.

And Nan Yan just heard it, as if he was stabbed in his heart.

She gritted her teeth in pain and could only look up at him.

"Where is my child?"

He spoke again.

But this sentence is colder than just now.

It turned out that just now, feeling the ice-like temperature in his hand was not an illusion.

Nan Yan raised her head, tears slipped silently, making her pale and thin face even more haggard. She was shaking, but she was still reaching out to him: "The emperor."

At this moment, Zhu Feng took another step forward.

His pale paper face was intact, and there was no injury on his body, but in his eyes, it was clearly scarred and it seemed to be painful without knowing it. He didn't even have any emotions.

Just bowed his head and looked at Nan Yan coldly.

"Where are your children and me?"