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

"Do you really, don't want Cheng Jun to inherit my country?"

He asked this sentence very seriously.

Nan Yan also understood the reason why he was so serious and solemn, probably as he said, this is for her and for himself, the last chance.

Nan Yan said calmly: "The emperor, the concubine has already made a decision. The current developments only make the concubine firmer in his decision. Therefore, the concubine will not change her attitude."

"..."

"Wei Wang, he should inherit the emperor, the emperor does not need to hesitate anymore."

Hearing her say so, Zhu Feng took a deep breath.

In fact, this time he woke up from a coma, especially after knowing what Zhu Chengxuan had done during the period when he was in a coma, he had made up his mind vaguely, and after he returned to report the matter, his determination was indeed firmer.

He just can't let go of some.

After all, at the beginning, what he wanted to do was to let the little woman in front of him give birth to a son for him, to inherit the great Yan Dynasty.

Zhu Feng was quiet for a while, and then said: "Nanyan, I want to ask you something."

Nan Yan smiled and said, "Does the emperor want to ask his concubine why he chooses Wei Wang so firmly, and never fights for Cheng Jun?"

Zhu Feng said: "Yeah."

"..."

"I know that through the ages, too many people have fallen under that dragon chair. Even if everyone knows whether it is a blessing or a misfortune, there are still people who will follow suit. Why, you never seem to have been tempted by this?"

"..."

"In your heart, it is as if there is a Buddha living without greed, hatred, ignorance?"

Nan Yan laughed blankly.

Said: "What did the emperor say? How can there be any Buddha in my concubine?"

"..."

"It's impossible to say that I haven't thought about it at all. The emperor can still remember that not long after the concubine was canonized, the emperor mentioned to the concubine that he hoped that the concubine would give birth to a dragon son for the emperor, so that he could inherit the emperor's state. "

Zhu Feng nodded.

Nan Yandao: "At that time, my concubine really thought about it that way."

"..."

"I just didn't expect that baby..."

When I mentioned this, her nose felt a little sour.

Speaking of it, so many years have passed, and the fatal injury has long since healed, but after all, she is a mother, and it is also uncontrollable sorrow and sadness to mention this.

Zhu Feng stretched out his hand and held her hand gently.

Feeling that familiar, rough palm, with the same body temperature as before, Nan Yan's heart was calmer. She sighed and said, "After that, I wasted a few more years, although she gave birth to success. Jun, the concubine's mind has changed."

"..."

"Wang Wei is a son, regardless of him--"

Having said that, she took a look at Zhu Feng, and saw that a haze still flashed in his eyes, she swallowed the rest of the words without mentioning, and said: "He inherits the throne, it is justified, and the emperor may have been treating him in the past. Renrou is dissatisfied, but to the ministers and workers of the world, this is orthodox and beyond criticism."

"..."

"Cheng Jun... is he a bastard? If he inherits, regardless of what Wei Wang will do, how will the world ministers agree?"

"..."

"Unbalanced hearts will naturally lead to chaos."

"..."

"The emperor managed the world with great difficulty at the beginning, so can he bear the heart to cause chaos in the world again with this kind of thing?"

"..."

"Speaking of the emperor..."

Nan Yan shook his hand with his backhand and said seriously: "The emperor is now in his prime of life, and Wang Wei is also sensible. The emperor teaches him while he learns. When the emperor lives forever, he will inherit the Datong. Regardless of whether it is up or down, it can be controlled and suppressed.

"..."

"Where is Ke Chengjun?"

"..."

"The emperor waits for him to grow up, how long will he have to wait for him to become a talent."

"..."

"By the time the emperor will live forever, whether he will be a good man, regardless of whether he is a strong brother or a young man, is it true that the emperor is really not afraid of brothers against the wall?"

"..."

"The lesson learned from King Zhao Wuling, the emperor should know."

Hearing this, Zhu Feng's serious face also added a bit of gloom.

Nan Yan said earnestly: "The concubine does not have Buddha in his heart, as the emperor said, without any delusion of greed, anger, ignorance, but, when there is such delusion, the concubine still remembers one sentence-vain fame and evil, gentleman No."

"..."

"The emperor is dedicated to creating a prosperous world, but we must not be confused about this kind of thing. A short prosperous world will not be admired, but the world will sigh."

After hearing her words, Zhu Feng took a deep breath.

He faced Nan Yan and said seriously: "Nan Yan..."

South flue: "Huh?"

"Nanyan..."

Listening to him constantly calling his own name, Nan Yan knew that he was deeply moved in his heart, but it was hard to express in words.

Nan Yan smiled and said, "What the concubine fears most is that the emperor has been hesitant about this matter."

"..."

"Now that it's settled, my concubine can feel relieved."

"..."

"In this way, the emperor can feel at ease."

Zhu Feng looked at her for a while. Although he was hurt in his chest now, he couldn't hold her in his arms like in the past, but the two hands were held together and their fingers interlocked. Nan Yan could clearly feel the temperature of his palm. Scorching, a little hot.

But the temperature in his chest is the same.

He said: "Okay, I see."

"..."

"I will announce this someday. However, before that..."

Speaking of this, Nan Yan felt that his hand was moving--in fact, he should have not moved, but the muscles on his hand were twitching slightly, or that, after having been with him for so many years, Nan Yan understood very well. When Zhu Feng unconsciously exerted force on his hands like this, it was because he had something in his heart.

In other words...when you have a murderous heart.

But in this matter, what murderous intentions are you going to do?

She subconsciously raised her head to look at Zhu Feng, only to see a faint haze drifting past his eyes.

It seems that these two days, he often sees such a haze drifting through his eyes.

What is he thinking?

She whispered: "The emperor...?"

Zhu Feng looked up at her, but quickly recovered his calm expression, and said: "Okay, I still have a lot of things to deal with. You, go back and rest."

Nanyan Road: "Why did the emperor let his concubine go back to rest again?"

Zhu Feng said: "Why, is it possible that you are really addicted to politics?"

Upon hearing this, Nan Yan naturally did not dare to miss it again.

So he got up and retire immediately.

Only when she exited the Imperial Study Room, she looked back and saw Zhu Feng lean on the couch. Although he was injured, the whole figure looked like a sick tiger, but the whole body was exuding, which was really not seen in a long time. , A heavy murderous aura.