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

Nan Yan looked at the corner of his clothes, and his heart thumped so hard for some reason.

I heard his cold and magnetic voice sound above his head: "Jian Ruocheng."

Jian Ruocheng hurriedly said: "Weichen is here."

"You drive in my car."

Everyone looked at Jian Ruocheng enviously.

You know, the emperor rarely gets people in the car and accompanies him, except for his close ministers, and Jian Ruocheng has only just entered the official position, and has received such favor and trust from the emperor.

Jian Ruocheng hesitated and said, "Weichen dare not."

"Don't be wordy."

"……Yes."

He hurriedly got up and went forward with Zhu Feng.

Nan Yan knelt on the spot. For some reason, his heartbeat almost missed a beat. At this moment, he raised his head carefully, only watching the backs of the two men flash, and they both got into the golden car.

She also got up with everyone, and just about to walk forward, she stretched out a hand behind her and patted her shoulder.

Looking back, it was the smiling crane.

Nan Yan said hurriedly, "Master Crane."

He Yi did not accompany this time, but stayed in the capital, so he was still wearing an official uniform, which looked extraordinarily solemn. Those wise eyes glanced at the emperor's golden car, and then said: "This time I go to Yongzhou. The situation there is unknown. It may be a bit difficult."

"Ok……"

"You have to persuade the emperor to be more gentle with the officials and the people, and don't take the sword again."

After speaking, He Yi patted her on the shoulder again, then turned and left.

"..."

Nan Yan stood there, a little silly.

Why do you tell yourself this kind of thing?

I have suffered such a big loss, how dare to talk nonsense in front of Zhu Feng.

She felt that Heyi must have made a mistake, shook her head, turned and walked aside.

The maids accompanying them also traveled by car, but it was impossible to follow the officials. There were many people squeezing a car. Nan Yan just put the baggage on the car, and someone behind her patted her on the shoulder: "Nan Yan."

Looking back, it was Ye Yu.

Nan Yan said hurriedly, "Ye Yu, what are you looking for?"

Ye Wei looked at the bruises on the corners of her mouth and neck that were still wounded with some embarrassment, and said softly: "The emperor will let you—let you drive with the car."

"what?"

Nan Yan was immediately silly.

Of course, she had heard that if the emperor traveled, there must be someone driving with the car around the imperial driver, but it was usually attendants and guards, and had never heard of the court lady driving with the car.

Because, that is to follow his car!

Nanyan Road: "Let me-follow the car?"

Ye Xun also smiled bitterly: "The emperor ordered this."

"..."

"You-you will be wronged first, and when the emperor is relieved later, I will help you intercede."

After speaking, he turned and ran.

plead? What kind of love?

I didn't provoke him.

Nan Yan frowned and stood in place, only feeling wronged and unwilling in her heart, especially when she looked up at the people getting in the car and the horse, and she stood alone there. After a while, she could only Go to the golden car.

The guards and attendants all around looked at her.

When the concubines standing on the high-level saw this scene, their faces also showed different expressions.

After a while, the emperor had already arranged everything, and then confessed a few words to the queen, and then ordered the convoy to slowly drive outside the palace.

Nan Yan followed the large group slowly. Her thin figure was soon drowned in the crowd, and Wu Wan, who was standing on the high-level and watching this scene, still had cold eyes and said viciously: "This time, you better die in Yongzhou!"