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

Zhu Feng frowned and said, "Pazi!"

"what?"

Nan Yan was taken aback again, and then saw the beads of sweat on his face, which had dripped down his chin, and suddenly recovered, he hurriedly took out the handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it over, Zhu Feng took it and wiped it. With a sweat, he threw the sword to Ye Wei, turned and walked into the Wuying Hall.

Standing in place, Nan Yan blushed suddenly.

Ye Yu held the sword and looked back at her again: "Miss Si, come in quickly, the prince needs to change his clothes."

"Oh, oh."

She hurriedly followed Wu Yingdian.

Because the Jiaotai Hall was burnt down by fire that night, and there were still some things left in the inner court that hadn't been cleaned up. Besides, Zhu Feng was still the King of Yan, so he only temporarily stayed in the Wuying Hall at the northwest corner of Fengtian Hall.

There are not all things in it, only a bed and a simple wooden frame are temporarily set, but Zhu Feng is used to living in the barracks, and there are times when it is more simple than this, and he does not dislike it at all.

Ye Yu inserted the long sword back into the scabbard hanging on the pillar, and when he turned his head, he saw Zhu Feng was already standing by the bed, spreading his arms, but Sinanyan seemed not to know what he should do, twisting it. Standing in the middle of the hall with both hands.

He hurriedly walked over and whispered: "It's time to change the prince."

"what?"

Nan Yan hurriedly walked over. She didn't wear clothes for anyone, let alone a "unfamiliar" man. Especially when he was sweating all over, it didn't smell like sweat, but there was a particularly strong smell. The smell that seemed to belong to him, with the heat radiating from her whole body, was constantly fumigating her face.

Nan Yan hurriedly fastened his clothes, his hands trembling a little.

Zhu Feng glanced down again. Although the girl kept her head down, as if she didn't want anyone to see her face, from his perspective, she could still see her red ear tips.

I forgot, she is the waiter.

That is, she was born in a Liang family, and was different from ordinary court ladies, I was afraid that she had not been touched by a man before that night.

Never touched by a man...

For some reason, the thought that was originally just a passing moment, but turned around, flashed in his mind.

What's wrong with yourself?

At this time, the belt was fastened, Nan Yan took a step back hastily, as if he let out a sigh of relief, and said, "Your Highness, it's all right."

As soon as he looked up, he found that Zhu Fengzheng was looking at himself brightly.

That look was a little strange.

"Your Highness?"

Hearing her voice, Zhu Feng suddenly seemed to wake up, stretched out his hand and touched the somewhat loose belt, turned and walked away without looking back.

After breakfast, it is already Chenshi.

As soon as I walked out of Wuying Hall, I saw Fengtian Hall in front of him. The sun shone directly, and the colorful glazed tiles reflected a dazzling light. Zhu Feng stopped for a while and kept looking at the dazzling light. After a while, he turned around. Go to the canopy hall behind.

Nan Yan followed him. Only then did she have the opportunity to look around. That night, she saw the entire imperial city plunged into chaos, and the corpses in one place were blood flowing, and now, the corpses are being moved away. The blood stains were also washed away, but in the corners of some stone steps, there was still a little blood stains, exuding a pungent smell.

As soon as she looked up, she saw the situation behind the Canopy Hall, and she suddenly choked her breath.

The emperor's bedroom, Jiaotai Hall, he escaped from there that night.

Now, there is only a ruined wall left.