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

When she saw her crying, Zhu Feng's original heavy breath was suddenly choked.

On that pale, haggard face, which was a little out of shape, a tear slipped down, leaving a long tear mark, but it seemed to make her look thinner and weaker.

There was no expression on Nan Yan's face, only that drop of tears shed. He looked up at him and said in a dumb voice, "The emperor, what about the slaves?"

"..."

Zhu Feng suddenly felt that she had been questioned by her.

He was angry for a long time, and then became angry like that, but when asked by her, he realized that he really didn't know what he wanted her.

but--

How can I be questioned by a slave and maid as an emperor?

He calmed his face and said coldly: "Lie down for me and don't move anymore!"

Nan Yan bit her lower lip and really slowly bent over to lie down, but, unlike the position where she just lay down, she leaned in that corner and curled up as hard as she could.

Moreover, his back is to Zhu Feng.

Zhu Feng only felt that the car was ablaze all of a sudden, and his eyes were a little red. He almost wanted to lift her hand and throw her out of the car regardless of whether he was about to When I started, I saw her back.

Nan Yan was very thin, and his clothes were thin, so lying on his side, the butterfly bones on his back were tall.

At this time, she was still twitching slightly.

Zhu Feng's breath suddenly became heavy again.

However, he didn't say or do anything. He just sat down on the other side of the car after a long silence. He felt a piece of wetness in his sleeve and was very uncomfortable. He reached out and touched it and found that the piece just got cold water. His veil has wetted his inner sleeves.

He angrily crumpled the thing into a ball and threw it aside.

Ye Wei, who had been riding outside, sighed again when he heard a noise in the golden carriage.

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After walking for a long time, they stopped and the attendant brought a food box.

After opening it, there are some delicate dishes inside.

The weather is too hot, I wish Feng had no mood to eat some greasy meals no matter how good his appetite, so the accompanying chef tried to make some exquisite snacks.

As soon as the box was opened, the alluring fragrance floated out and filled the carriage.

However, Zhu Feng had no appetite. He only lowered his head and glanced down, and was about to close the lid without any taste, when he heard a "grunt" sound from the corner on the other side of the carriage.

Although the sound is very small, because it is a closed compartment, the sound is very obvious.

He turned his head and looked at the figure lying on his side with his back facing him.

Nan Yan really hoped that Gao Yurong's people would really strangle him that day.

Why is this time? Why is this time?

Moreover, let Zhu Feng hear it.

But what she didn't know was that she had been in a coma from heatstroke for a whole day. Except for Ye Xian to feed her a little water to drink, she didn't eat anything else, otherwise she wouldn't be too weak to even walk.

Zhu Feng originally had some lingering anger in his heart. Hearing that voice, he didn't know what was wrong, and suddenly he felt--

He said coldly: "Get up!"

"..."

Nan Yan frowned, bit her lower lip vigorously, forcing the red tide on her face to fade, and then slowly sat up with her soft hands.

Turning around, she lowered her head and came slowly, and she saw all kinds of delicate dishes in the food box, and--

A pair of tableware.

It turned out that I let myself come over to serve him.