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

Ye Xu didn't say anything. He withdrew from the big tent, and told people outside to keep it safe.

Nan Yan walked slowly to the bed.

Zhu Feng was already asleep, and the medicine should have taken effect. She squatted down gently, looking at the face that was pale due to blood loss, feeling that he looked different in normal times.

In the past, he was like a sharp double-edged sword, no matter how close, he would be bruised all over.

But now, he reveals a fragility that has never been before.

An impulse suddenly surged in Nan Yan's heart, wanting to protect him, to protect him well, to prevent him from showing such a fragile appearance again.

But after another thought, I laughed.

Who does he protect?

If it weren't for himself, how could he take the risk alone and get injured?

At this moment, there was a hissing sound in his ears, as if someone was gasping from the cold. When he fixed his eyes, it was Zhu Feng. Although he was lying there, he was still trembling slightly.

She saw that his left hand was still exposed outside the quilt.

Because the left shoulder was injured, too much blood loss would inevitably lead to cold, even with a quilt.

Nan Yan stretched out his hand without thinking about it, and took his left hand.

His hands are very broad and thick, with thick calluses on the palms and fingertips. They should have been left by leading soldiers in wars and using swords and swords all the year round. Nan Yan slowly stroked his hands with slender fingertips. I don't know why, there is a feeling of peace of mind.

She gently leaned against the bedside, looking at the slowly calming face, when the tiredness hit, she closed her eyes and said vaguely: "I... will protect you..."

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The next morning, the sky was completely bright.

Zhu Feng slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing I saw was a thin, pale little face, lying on the bedside, with fine forehead hanging on the tip of her eyebrows, touching her long eyelashes, flicking slightly with her breath .

It's... Sinan Yan.

She stayed by her bed all night?

Zhu Feng looked at her for a while, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to brush away the slightly frowning hanging needle lines on her eyebrows, but as soon as he moved, he felt his hands sink.

Looking down, she realized that her hand was firmly held by her.

The two little hands couldn't hold his hand, but the warm feeling continuously spread from her skin to her body.

No wonder, when he just fell asleep last night, he felt like a hand was inserted into the glacier, making him uneasy in his dreams, but then the glacier melted and the gentle spring water flowed through the fingers, making him comfortable a lot of.

So it was her...

Zhu Feng's breath couldn't help but sink, and at this moment, Nan Yan felt something. She opened her misty eyes and stared at him blankly for a while. Suddenly, her eyes widened.

"emperor?!"

"..."

"you're awake!"

Zhu Feng didn't speak, but watched her jump up all at once, but after all she curled up on the head of the bed all night, both legs were numb, and she fell on the bed just after she moved.

However, she was so excited that her cheeks were red, and her eyes were so bright that she flashed: "You're awake!"

Zhu Feng watched her fall by her side with a look of forgetfulness, and there seemed to be a faint fragrance coming from her.

He suddenly felt hot on his body, and pulled her over and pressed her under him.

Nan Yan was caught off guard and didn't even understand what was going on. As he was about to ask, the words that hadn't been spoken suddenly disappeared between his lips and teeth.

She was kissed by him all at once.