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

Hearing these words, Nan Yan raised his eyebrows slightly.

I don't know if she is too eager. This sentence does not seem to mean what Ruoshui thought.

If a woman deliberately says "one person can do it", it is often because she has no choice but to rely on herself. This is a pretentious attitude.

People who can truly be alone need not say this sentence.

Those who say this should not want to be alone in their hearts.

At this time, Nan Yan remembered that Ruoshui had said before that Xu Miaoming often held a white Supa in a daze, and said something weird to her—the horizontal line is also the silk, the vertical is also the silk.

Xu Miaoming is missing someone in his heart.

However, such an identity made her unable to be with this person, so she could only keep telling herself that she could be alone, but she couldn't hold back the true thoughts in her heart, and she would confide lovesickness to one Supa... …

Thinking of this, Nan Yan's heart suddenly felt a little bit sad.

Speaking of which, she is not familiar with Xu Miaoming, she only met that time, and even now recalling, even the meeting is not too pleasant, because Xu Miaoming's impolite look at herself made her a little unhappy.

However, when I think of such a weak body, he gave up his birth and became a monk in order to survive. It is the same. I have given up all the excitement and happiness of the mortal world, including my own feelings, but have always maintained such a lovesickness.

I don't know, who is the end of Acacia.

She sighed lightly.

Ruo Shui stood beside her, looking at her stunned look, and asked softly: "Why are you sighing?"

Nan Yan raised her head and glanced at her. The child still knew nothing about everything. It seemed that she was really staying with Xu Miaoming for too long. For some problems that other people could see at a glance, she only felt Of course, after all, no one thinks that their growth environment and the people who accompany their lives are any strange.

No matter how strange, it will take it for granted.

Nan Yan just smiled and said: "It's nothing, this palace just feels it is a pity that I finally took you to the south, but I didn't even see your master."

Ruo Shui pursed his mouth and said softly, "The slave and maid are really fine, don't worry about me."

"Ok,"

Nan Yan said softly: "Then, starting from today, you and Tingfu are going to pack your luggage. The emperor has arranged the affairs of the previous dynasty, and we have to set off anytime."

Ruo Shui nodded immediately: "The servant girl knows!"

Sure enough, Zhu Feng was still as vigorous and vigorous as before. Especially this time, it was related to Ye Xun. In only three days, he handled all the major affairs in the court, leaving the prince to supervise the country and let the cabinet assist him. Zuo Yejun arrived at Xishan Camp, ready to guard against threats from the north.

After everything was ready, they set off.

Before leaving, Nan Yan was naturally reluctant to the two children, but it was okay. After all, since childhood, her parents left her to visit other places for a few months, not once or twice, even before. , She was taken away by Ran Xiaoyu once.

Therefore, holding Aunt Tongyun's hand, standing under the carriage, waved her hand obediently.

But Han Wang Zhu Chengjun cried for a while.

Such a small child is naturally the mother's heart, Nan Yan will inevitably be a little reluctant by the child's howling, and his eyes are red.

Instead, Zhu Feng said to his son calmly, "Why cry?"

"Wow, wow—"

"Man, don't cry!"

"Wow!"

Such a small child can understand and understand wherever he is, and he doesn't care about anything at all when he sees the battle of parting. The prince on the side saw his younger brother crying and opened his mouth wide. He saw his little tongue. He couldn't bear to hold him up and said softly: "My brother, my father and mother will come back soon, don't cry or cry."

Hearing his brother's comfort, Xiao Chengjun sobbed a few times, with tears still on his face, looking at Zhu Feng grievously.

Zhu Feng shook his head.

Looking at Zhu Chengxuan again, the scolding in the Imperial Study Room made Zhu Chengxuan a little cautious now when facing him. Zhu Feng said: "You stay in the capital, handle the affairs of the court, and take care of your younger brothers and sisters. ,do you know?"

Zhu Chengxuan bowed his head and said, "Erchen understands."

"If there is a big issue that is difficult to choose, let someone send it over."

"Yes."

While speaking, Nan Yan prodded him in the waist underneath. Zhu Feng hesitated, then looked at Zhu Chengxuan's face with his head down, especially pale and careful. He sighed and said, "Take care of him too. Myself."

"...!"

Hearing these words, Zhu Chengxuan raised his head suddenly.

His eyes lit up.

Excitedly said: "Erchen, your son understands!"

Zhu Feng nodded, then lowered the curtain. Seeing this situation, Xiao Shunzi in front of him immediately raised his voice: "Get off!"

Suddenly, the long line began to move forward.

The officials all knelt down and bowed down and sent the emperor's imperial driver to leave the capital.

When the carriage swayed out of the city gate, the temperature outside the city was much colder than inside. Even when sitting in the carriage, I felt the surroundings suddenly cooled down. Nan Yan stretched out his hand on the stove and looked at Zhu Feng and closed his eyes. With a calm look, he said softly: "Just now the emperor said that, the life of the prince is better."

Zhu Feng said: "I think it is unnecessary for such a big child."

Nan Yan said softly, "No matter how old he is, he is also the emperor’s child. It’s okay to be gentle with the child. When he should be strict, it’s when he did something wrong. Before the emperor was always training concubines, saying that they had small concubines. Just forgot the big one?"

"Can this be the same?"

"What's the difference?"

Seeing Zhu Feng sitting there motionless, his face was a little pale, and his lips were not bloody. After the previous injury, his body was not as good as before. Even in the cold winter, his body was as hot as before. Like a stove, Nan Yan was not afraid of the cold whenever he got into his arms.

But now, obviously it can't be compared with before.

Nan Yan stretched out his hand and grabbed his hand, and was startled by the ice-like temperature, and immediately took his hands to the side of the fire.

Zhu Feng frowned and said impatiently: "I don't need this."

"It's so cold, how can you not use it?"

"..."

"This time, my concubine followed the emperor to the south for this. No matter what happened to Ye Xun, the emperor must take care of his dragon body!"

Although Zhu Feng still wanted to withdraw his hand, the heat from the stove made him a little nostalgic for a while.

Especially Nan Yan held him tightly with both hands, which meant to follow him to the end.

He sighed and just let her clasp his hands like this.

It's really, very warm.