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

Feng Qianyan was in shock, the umbrella was blown off by the wind, and it floated to the middle of the lake, and she grabbed Zhu Feng's skirt with one hand.

"emperor……"

In the rain curtain, her eyes flickered, and the flowery lips were moistened by the rain, revealing a seductive breath.

Zhu Feng looked at her, with one hand still around her waist, and felt that her waist was slender, twisting inadvertently in his hand; because the whole body was soaked in the rain, there was a faint powdery fragrance. His body temperature evaporated, and soon he dyed him all over.

There was another burst of lightning and thunder.

The billowing thunder sounded on the wide lake. Feng Qianyan was taken aback, and whispered, both hands grasped Zhu Feng's placket and pressed tightly to his arms.

"emperor!"

Zhu Feng looked down at her, motionless, and the hand on her waist did not move either.

When the thunder passed, everything around them calmed down. Only the wind and rain continued to invade them. Feng Qianyan's whole body was soaked, and even his hair was a little messy. A few strands of green silk stuck to his cheeks in a winding form .

She looked up at Zhu Feng, and said timidly: "The emperor forgive me. Concubine——"

Before she finished speaking, she felt Zhu Feng's hand around her waist loosened.

Feng Qianyan's eyes dimmed slightly.

She was soaked in the rain, but she didn't feel cold. On the contrary, when Zhu Feng's hands were wrapped around her waist, when she pressed his chest, she even felt a fever in her body, and it surged up. .

But at this moment, her heart went cold again.

Still-can't it?

Even though he was so angry with Sinanyan, he still didn't want to spoil himself?

Seeing Zhu Feng's face with a cold face, she turned around blankly, as if she was about to leave, her slender hands were slowly clenched into fists in her sleeves.

At this moment, Zhu Feng's low voice came--

"Don't lead the way?"

"...!"

Feng Qianyan raised her head suddenly, as if she couldn't believe her ears, and stared at his back with wide eyes.

what did he say?

lead the way?

Zhu Feng's broad back was in the wind and rain, outrageously like a mountain, but at this time, there was a bit of coldness like a rock, but his words made Feng Qianyan feverish.

"Last time, didn't you want to pack my clothes for me?"

"..."

"Today, my clothes are wet again."

"..."

"You know what to do."

At this moment, Feng Qianyan seemed to rise from the abyss of ten thousand meters to the sky beyond the clouds. Although the heavy rain was still pouring down, she seemed to be standing in the clouds as a whole, and she was a little brisk.

Zhu Feng means--

She trembled and stammered: "The emperor, does the emperor want to—go to Jianfu Palace? Yes! Yes! Concubine immediately leads the way for the emperor."

After speaking, she hurried forward, but stepped on the puddle, and suddenly splashed with mud.

Feng Qianyan was so frightened that she turned her head back in a hurry, but saw Zhu Feng's expression indifferent, as if she hadn't seen it. She breathed a sigh of relief and hurried forward.

Looking at her back, Zhu Feng did not move immediately.

Instead, he slowly turned his head and glanced at the opposite side of the lake. The faint outline of the Jiaotai Hall was reflected in his eyes, as if flames were still burning, which made him feel a bit tingling.

And the appearance of that person in the flame made him sting even more.

He sneered, not knowing whether he was laughing at himself, or at the little persistence he still couldn't let go of at the moment.

Then he turned and left.

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It rained all night.

The pouring rain washed over every corner, as if to overwhelm the entire imperial city.

When it finally dawned and the sky shone, everyone felt a sense of aftermath.

Especially, someone who spent a sleepless night in the cold palace.

Ran Xiaoyu stayed by the bed and didn't close her eyes for almost the whole night, making her eyes dry and blinking, like a knife-scraping pain, but she still stared at the bed intently, Nan Yan's pale face.

Sunlight came in through the broken window and shone on her face.

The whole face was pale with blood loss.

Of course it was blood loss. Yesterday, she saw so much blood pouring out of her body. Although it was not the first time to face such a **** scene, this person was Nan Yan, which made her feel terrified.

How could such a petite, weak woman shed so much blood in her body.

Without this blood, would she just keep cold like this until -

This fearful thought was like a poisonous snake entwining her heart, so she stayed by the bed all night, holding Nan Yan's cold hand.

In this empty, silent room, even Nan Yan's breathing could not be heard. She could only judge that she was alive based on the faint temperature in her palm that was almost imperceptible.

And others--

When Zhu Feng left, when the imperial doctor stopped Nan Yan from bleeding, they all left one after another.

If it was usual, even if Nan Yan was beaten into the cold palace, everyone was still worried about the emperor, and that she was carrying the dragon seed in her belly, and someone would stay to take care of it, but now, she had a miscarriage, and Zhu Feng left the cold palace angrily I believe many people have seen it, and it has spread throughout the palace today.

Everyone knows, Ran Xiaoyu also understands this——

The concubine Sinanyan fell out of favor.

This is the past, Ran Xiaoyu never dared to imagine.

She still remembered very clearly that every time Zhu Feng came to Nan Yan’s side, his gentle appearance, as if he was really a tiger sniffing the rose; he contained everything about Nan Yan, good or bad, even , Gave her all of her favorites, three thousand pampers in one body, this is not just an ancient poem for the two of them.

but--

Why does this happen?

Just because, did you lose that child?

Perhaps Nan Yan was impulsive in this matter, but she did it because she couldn’t ignore Jian Ruocheng’s life and death. Even if time went backwards, everything could be done again. She believed that Nan Yan would also choose the most critical moment. Go save Jian Ruocheng.

But Zhu Feng could not forgive.

Could it be that their way has really come to an end?

At this moment, Nan Yan on the bed let out a low groan: "Ah--"

I had been in a coma all night and couldn't even hear her breathing. Suddenly, when she heard her voice, Ran Xiaoyu was surprised and happy, and hurriedly leaned down and said, "Niang!"

"..."

Nan Yan frowned and struggled for a while before opening her chaotic eyes.

She looked at Ran Xiaoyu, her expression still a little confused.

And seeing her so haggard, Ran Xiaoyu's heart was twisted like a knife, the corners of her eyes were red, and she whispered: "Manny, you, how are you?"

"..."

Nan Yan didn't speak, as if half of his sanity was still in the chaotic dream.

Looking at Ran Xiaoyu blankly for a long time, she spoke, and said in an inaudible voice: "Where is the emperor?"