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

"I just want to remind you, I remember this place, the emperor, I should remember it too."

"..."

Hearing these words, Nan Yan's footsteps stalled.

She slowly turned her head to look at Xiang Li Bu hurt, the flames behind her soaring to the sky, and the faint light of the fire also made the look on her face dim and obscure. She said in a deep voice, "What do you want to tell me?"

Li Bushang looked at her and was silent for a while before saying: "I want to say, what happened back then, if you know it, he will not forget it."

"..."

"I don't know, with him... I'm afraid I guessed a lot."

Nan Yan's breath sank.

At this moment, there was a terrifying roar from the small river warehouse not far behind, and a huge fireball burst on the bank of the river. Then, a fire dragon roared straight into the sky surrounded by billowing black smoke. People were even more panicked, yelling and ran towards Xiao Hecang.

For a while, Nan Yan's brain was also filled with the skyrocketing fire and the noisy sounds around him.

What happened that year...

What Zhu Feng didn't know...

She was robbed by Li Bushang. The two stayed out all night, being alone, even the torn clothes, Zhu Feng knew this.

But what he didn't know was that he saw the mysterious man that night.

Over the years, no matter how many clues she has obtained and how many times she has experienced battles between heaven and man, she has never confessed to Zhu Feng. She always thought that as long as she did not say it, this matter would never be true. Will be known by others.

But if Li doesn't hurt, she poured a bucket of cold water on her head.

It turned out that the place where she was robbed by Li Bushang was near Xiajiang Town.

In other words, that waterway leads directly to Xingluo Lake.

And over the years, every hardship that Zhu Feng has faced--

Visit the sand bandits who were instigated by Long Tingyun in Reyue Bay at Shazhouweishi;

After he was assassinated and fell into a coma, he broke into the imperial palace to cause trouble;

Civil unrest in the south;

And this time, Ye Wei's death...

All of this seems to be chaotic, and it seems to be a headache for those in power that happens every day across the country. In the final analysis, they all return to this source.

Xing Luohu, that mysterious man.

Li Bushang was right. With Zhu Feng's disposition and wisdom, he couldn't fail to think of this. I was afraid that when he saw Xu Shifeng's letter at the Prince's Mansion, he already knew it.

However, he didn't say anything to himself from beginning to end.

When he proposed to follow him to the south, he also agreed.

What was he thinking about?

Nan Yan took a deep breath, and when she raised her head, her expression was already very calm, as if the feeling of being at a loss for a moment was just an illusion, or the feeling of being at a loss has been completely smoothed out.

She said lightly: "Okay, I know."

Li Bushang glanced at her.

Nan Yan who had experienced that night became more and more difficult for him to get close to.

Nanyan, who has experienced Zhu Feng's assassination and coma, and the rebellion of Gyeonggi Province, has become more and more difficult to shake.

She was no longer the promise that the soft, weak and precarious Sinanyan had always kept in her heart when she found herself at the Yongzhou border. Now to her, it may not count at all.

She no longer needs the protection of others.

In some cases, she was already a protector, able to protect many people, even the emperor.

She was standing in front of her now, every expression, every look, and even every word and word she uttered, seemed to be telling herself: I don't need you anymore.

After saying that, Nan Yan turned around as if nothing had happened before, as if he was still looking for Zhu Feng in the crowd.

Looking at her back, Li Bushang slightly clenched his fists.

Maybe you don’t need it anymore...

When Nan Yan had walked a few steps away and was almost submerged in the crowd, he took a deep breath and hurriedly stepped forward and followed her behind, but he didn't dare to come near. Two or three steps away, I looked at her and said slowly in my heart: But my heart and my decision have never changed, nor will it change.

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After they rejoined by the river, there were more and more people near the river warehouse, and they almost even stepped on them.

Seeing that the fire was already difficult to control, Zhu Feng took them back to the inn.

As soon as I returned to the inn, I saw the innkeeper and the shop Xiaoer standing at the gate, tiptoes to the side of the river bank, saw them coming back, greeted them graciously, and said, "Master Huang, Madam, you are coming back. I heard that There was a fire, did you meet?"

Zhu Feng did not speak.

The little boy behind him, Xiao Shunzi, took charge of all the greetings with them over the past few days, and immediately said, "Isn't it? I heard that some warehouse was burned."

"On the river bank, that can only be the river warehouse of Hang Seng Bank."

"Oh. I don't know how it started to burn, but my wife was terrified. Those people ran around and ran into us and almost ran into us."

"Ouch, then go upstairs and rest."

The innkeeper glanced at Nan Yan, and saw that her face was a little pale, as if she was so scared that she hadn't returned to her place, and said eagerly: "I will let the kitchen make a bowl of **** soup for the lady, so I feel calm."

Nan Yan originally wanted to say no, but after thinking about it, he nodded again.

So Zhu Feng took her upstairs.

After going upstairs, everyone went back to their rooms and settled down. After a while, Xiaoer from the shop did indeed deliver a bowl of steaming **** soup. Nan Yan sat on the bedside, looking at the bubbling smoke on the bowl. On the street down, you can still hear the shouts of many people running around, running and telling each other.

Zhu Feng stood by the window and looked at it for a while, then closed the window and turned around.

Carrying the bowl of **** soup, he walked to her and said softly, "Drink some."

Nan Yan said calmly: "I'm not really scared, why do I drink this, it's spicy."

Zhu Feng said: "Since everything is boiled out, let's drink a little."

As he said, he looked down at Nan Yan's face again, and said, "I don't think your face is very good. Are you really scared?"

Nan Yan took the bowl and gave him a scorn.

"This little scene scared me?"

Zhu Feng smiled.

Nan Yan wasn't afraid to drink these things. He raised his neck and drank it. Zhu Feng watched her finish drinking, took the bowl and put it aside, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of her mouth.

Nan Yan raised his eyes to look at him, and stopped talking.

Zhu Feng probably also noticed that this evening, just after the fire in Hecang, she was a little worried, so he said: "What's wrong with you? It's done, why are you so worried?"