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

Someone came to wake them up early the next morning.

Nan Yan slept with his hand under his head all night, and when he got up, his entire arm was numb. She was dazed to clean up with everyone.

When we went out, the carriage had stopped in front of the inn.

Because she didn't sleep well last night, she was still a little vague at this time. As usual, she walked to Zhu Feng's golden car. As soon as she walked to the car, an attendant stepped out to stop her.

"The female officer, please go back."

Nan Yan was taken aback and looked up at him: "Huh?"

The guard said solemnly: "The emperor's golden car is not yours."

"..."

Nan Yan still couldn't recover. After the heatstroke, he was always on the emperor's golden car. Now what--

She raised her head and looked at the tent hanging down tightly surrounding the carriage, and suddenly she understood.

Where do these people do not know, of course someone ordered it to do so.

Zhu Feng, don't want to see myself.

At this time, the sun hadn't fully radiated its heat, but Nan Yan had an illusion of heatstroke again. Her face was hot, but the whole body was cold. She blushed and whispered: "I know."

After speaking, he turned and walked back to the car that the maid was riding in.

The car was already crowded with a lot of people. When she came up again, there was no place for her feet. Nan Yan could only listen to the constant complaints of the people inside, and she could barely lie on the car board without disturbing others, and finally listened. With an order outside, their carriage drove forward.

There were some bumps on the road. After all, the road was not as easy to walk as before. Nan Yan’s knees and elbows were worn out, but she kept biting her lower lip and resisted, finally reaching Yongzhou in the evening. city.

The carriage stopped at the gate of the city.

Listening to the voice coming from the front, it seemed that he was being interrogated.

Nan Yan couldn't help but stretched out his hand and opened the curtain to look ahead, and saw that the defending soldier in the front suddenly waved his hand. Suddenly, several groups of men and horses ran out of the surrounding area, and they all surrounded them all at once. what happened?

What are they going to do to Zhu Feng?

Nan Yan was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly poked her head out, and saw that all the guards accompanying Zhu Feng had also dismounted, drawing out their swords and facing the soldiers guarding the city in front.

Suddenly, the atmosphere became tense.

At this moment, a laugh broke the tense atmosphere.

Nan Yan looked up and saw that the soldiers at the front separated two rows one after another, giving way from the middle, and a burly man slowly walked over.

In the sun, Nan Yan recognized the aggressive tiger eyes at a glance.

Jing Wang Zhuxuan.

He actually appeared!

Nan Yan's eyes widened, and he saw that he slowly walked to the emperor's golden chariot and bowed to the ground: "My courtier worships the emperor, long live my emperor."

Following his kneeling, everyone around him also knelt down.

The golden car in front shook slightly. After a while, one hand opened the curtain and Zhu Feng stood on the car, looking at his brother condescendingly, with a smile on his handsome face, and said: "Old Six, why are you here?"

Zhu Xuan bowed to the ground, and said: "The minister learned that the emperor had been visiting Yongzhou, and he came to welcome him."

Zhu Feng smiled and said, "It's a brother, it seems I can't hide anything from you."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand: "Get in the car and follow me to your Jing Palace."

Zhu Xuan bowed his knees to thank you, and then got on the golden car.

The people Zhu Xuan had brought also got up and drove forward. Nan Yan was about to put down the curtain and retracted, but felt a pair of eyes in the crowd staring at him.