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

"Nanyan, Nanyan, why are you asleep here?"

Li Bu hurt's voice rang in his ears.

Nan Yan raised his head from his arms in a daze, and when he looked up, Li Bushangzheng looked at himself with concern.

Yeah, it's dawn.

Last night, I actually slept on the table all night.

She hurriedly got up, patted her stiff neck while washing with Li Bushang, only to find that he had already brought breakfast to the table.

Li Bushang said strangely: "How weird the atmosphere outside today is, everyone is looking at me, the look in their eyes-inexplicable."

Nan Yan was a little nervous: "Did they say anything?"

"Nothing."

"That's good."

She breathed a sigh of relief, barely ate something, and then told Li not to go out and run around if it hurts. She wanted to go to the emperor to do something.

Li Bushang said with a displeased expression: "That person treats you badly every day. Why do you have to go to him."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Nan Yan touched his hair, thought for a while and exhorted: "You, you must listen to Master Jane's words carefully in the future."

After speaking, he went out.

It was cloudy outside.

The thick cloud above her head looked like it was going to rain, and it was also like her mood at the moment.

As soon as she got out of the tent, she saw that some generals in the army had gathered, seeming to be waiting for the emperor to give an order, but no one could actually enter his tent.

Someone already eagerly whispered: "It's almost noon, why hasn't the emperor decided yet?"

"Yes, there must be an argument to fight or make peace."

"If you want me to say it, just fight! Fight until Xiahou is convinced!"

"Don't talk nonsense, you still have to wait for the emperor to decide."

Seeing those generals who were anxious and anxious, Nan Yan's mood became heavier. She had just approached Zhu Feng's tent. When the guard at the door saw her, he immediately said, "Senior woman officer, you are here."

"Uh."

Nan Yan was a little surprised. He usually went in and out by himself, but he was not so diligent.

She asked: "What's the matter?"

The human said: "It's okay, you can go in quickly."

After speaking, he opened the tent to her.

For some reason, his diligence made Nan Yan's heart heavier. She walked into the tent carefully, and at a glance she saw Zhu Feng sitting at the table.

His clothes were still sagging. It should have just been changed. The sleeves on one side were not closed properly, revealing the sturdy chest on the other side. The bandages were thickly wrapped, but luckily there was no bleeding.

I don't know if it was caused by the injury, his expression was very worried and solemn, especially after seeing him come in.

He was also troubled by that matter?

Zhu Feng looked at her: "You are here."

Nan Yan saluted him: "The emperor."

"What are you doing here?"

"..."

"Anything you want to tell me?"

As he spoke, he put his hands on the table and looked at her with eagle-like eyes.

Although it was overcast and gloomy outside, he was in a much better mood than this moment. Nan Yan felt that his chest was pressed by an invisible boulder, especially when facing him, it was difficult to breathe.

She stood in front of him, looking at the familiar, handsome face, who had rescued herself from the predicament like a god.

Maybe now is really the time to do something for him.

She took a deep breath and said, "The emperor, if the emperor really wants to send someone to the country, slaves and maidservants - you can't give up."