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

Nan Yan's heartbeat became heavier.

Zhu Chengjin looked at her coldly and said, "Say!"

"..."

In most Wuying Hall, there was a suffocating silence. It seemed that even people could hear the breath and heartbeat. After Nan Yan Duduo'er had seen such a scene, she only knew the two in front of her. Everyone can manipulate her life and death, especially the moody and murderous Zhu Chengjin. When he sees him change his face, it is like seeing the evil spirit Shura.

Duo'er shivered with fright, and took a step back subconsciously.

At this time, who would dare to lie in front of him?

Just when Duo'er looked at Nan Yan's back with cold sweat, and didn't know how she would respond, she only heard Nan Yan chuckle.

Then he said coldly: "I have said everything that should be said. If you want me to say it again, then you must be prepared to be deceived by me."

Duo'er got goose bumps on her back.

Zhu Chengjin frowned when he heard this.

Nan Yan sneered, raised his eyes to look at him, and raised an eyebrow at him as if provocatively: "How, do you want to listen?"

Zhu Chengjin narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You mean, are you telling the truth?"

"if not?"

"..."

"Or, what ‘truth’ did you hear?"

"..."

"If that's the case, then why should you ask me, just go and do what you are supposed to do, wouldn't it save a lot of things?"

Zhu Chengjin's face was gloomy, her eyes full of haze stared at Nan Yan, like a fierce beast hiding in the grass, as long as the person in front of him showed a flaw, he would immediately jump out and bite it off. Nan Yan's throat.

However, Nan Yan always faced him coldly, from beginning to end, without showing any anxiety or anxiety.

Zhu Chengjin looked at her for a long time and suddenly laughed.

Nan Yan said: "What are you laughing at?"

Zhu Chengjin did not answer her right away, but stretched out a hand. The little **** who served behind him immediately stepped forward and served him a bowl of soup. He took the soup bowl and drank two mouthfuls. After the whole night of medicinal soup, it was fragrant and fragrant, but because Nan Yan only focused on Zhu Chengjin when he first came in, he didn't notice what was on the table.

At this moment, Zhu Chengjin drank two sips of the soup as if he were enjoying it, and then said slowly, "It's nothing."

"..."

"Just thinking, can you laugh after you meet your loyal subordinate?"

Nan Yan's eyebrows suddenly frowned.

Listen to blessing? What's wrong with Tingfu?

She was about to ask, and Zhu Chengjin lowered her head to drink soup, and said lazily: "Bring people in."

Immediately, there was a sound of footsteps outside.

Nan Yan hurriedly turned his head, and saw two big men—obviously Zhu Chengjin’s jailer, dragging an almost inhuman figure from the outside and throwing it on the ground. The man seemed to be hollowed out. The sacks fell softly on the ground.

"Listen to the blessing!"

Nan Yan took a look and hurriedly got up and walked over.

Tingfu’s bloodstained body and disheveled hair were obviously tortured this night, but the other person was still awake. He raised his head and looked at Nan Yan with blood-stained red and swollen eyes, with blood still in his mouth, but he treated her. He made an expression that seemed to be smiling.

"Listen to blessing..."

Nan Yan's heart was broken when he saw him like this.

Although he knew that he would definitely suffer hardships and possibly even his life when he came out with him this time, but Nan Yan was still heartbroken when he really saw him like this.

She stretched out her hand to support Listening Fu's soft and dirty body, and lifted his unkempt hair with one hand.

"How are you?"

Listening to Fu did not speak, only smiled at her.

Nan Yan felt that something was wrong. He even gasped softly, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Tingfu still pursed his mouth tightly, still smiling at her.

But in his eyes, tears fell in large drops, washing the blood stains on his face one after another. Nan Yan felt that something was wrong, and immediately stretched out his hand to break his chin. He heard the blessing twice, without strength. After all, Nan Yan saw it.

His tongue is gone.

His mouth was bloody.

"what!"

Duo'er, who had originally followed up to help him, saw this, and exclaimed in shock, but Nan Yan's body became stiff, and his eyes suddenly became red.

"Listen, your tongue, you—"

She gritted her teeth and turned her head back to stare at Zhu Chengjin, who was still slowly drinking the soup. She was completely unaffected by the tragic scene before her. Zhu Chengjin raised her eyebrows to meet Nan Yan's angry gaze and smiled: "Don't look. Follow me."

"..."

"I didn't let someone cut him. How can I make him dumb?"

"..."

"It's him. When he woke up in prison, he bit his tongue before he had time to be sentenced.-Tsk tsk, you said you are a woman, how can you let your subordinates be so loyal to you."

Hot tears burst into Nan Yan's eyes.

She was almost crying, but she gritted her teeth and endured it, but looked at Tingfu distressedly: "You--"

Tingfu wrapped her mouth vigorously, stretched out her hand and patted Nan Yan's hand carefully.

I am voluntary.

This is what he has no way to speak anymore, but he can use his eyes, movements, and everything to express for Nan Yan.

Nan Yan took a deep breath and stood up to Zhu Chengjin: "I want medicine for injuries, a doctor, and someone to treat him."

Zhu Chengjin said: "Is such a humble slave and maid worth it?"

Nan Yan still stared at him coldly.

Zhu Chengjin laughed again, and said, "Well, even though he didn't say anything, he still has bones. If he had said all his first sentence last night, then now, you can only see his bodies. Up."

Tingfu looked up at him, and there was a little pity in his eyes.

Being betrayed, or even just "betraying" this matter, is like sticking to Zhu Chengjin's heart to a poisonous thorn, and now his whole person's heart is vicious and malicious.

Zhu Chengjin lazily ordered: "Come here, take this slave back to Yikun Palace and let someone treat him."

A few people walked in immediately, and carefully raised Tingfu and took him away.

Nan Yan had been standing at the gate of Wuying Hall, watching the figure of Listening Fuyuan Qudu, swallowing hot tears abruptly, then turned around and walked slowly to the table and sat down.

Zhu Chengjin's soup is finished.

He took a veil, wiped the corners of his mouth leisurely, and then said: "Why, what are you doing while looking at me?"

Nan Yan didn't speak, but looked at him coldly.

Zhu Chengjin smiled and said, "Do you want to know the top, middle and bottom three strategies, which one will I choose?"

Nanyan Road: "I really want to know."

"..."

"I want to know how you will die."