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

I don't know how long Nan Yan's sobbing voice finally subsided.

The cold, trembling body, also in Zhu Feng's solid and warm embrace, slowly recovered a little temperature and calmed down.

The clothes on Zhu Feng's chest were completely soaked.

Woman, it was really made of water.

I don't know why, he used to hate women crying most, even if he heard it, he felt bored, but after Nan Yan whispered in his arms for so long, he only felt sad.

I wish I would never let her cry like this again.

He lowered his head, brushed away some tousled hair in front of Nan Yan's forehead, looked at her crying red and swollen eyes, and said softly, "Don't cry."

"..."

"In the past few days, you will take care of your injuries."

"..."

"If you have anything, wait until you are better."

After speaking, he sat up, covered her with the quilt, and then turned and left.

But just as he turned around, Nan Yan's faint and hoarse voice came from the bed again: "The emperor...the slave and maidservant have something to ask the emperor."

"...!"

His heart sank.

Just now, I hope she can drink the medicine properly and get better. She has said anything softly, but after she has said it, it is impossible to say that she does not regret it.

A person like him doesn't like to have any soft boards being pinched by others.

However, he turned around and saw Nan Yan struggling to stand up. The thin appearance seemed to be crushed by the thin quilt on her body, or even a close-fitting garment.

Zhu Feng's throat struck slightly, and then said, "What do you want?"

Nan Yan whispered: "Please, the emperor, let the maids in the prison go."

"..."

Zhu Feng's heartbeat missed a beat.

Immediately, his heart thumped again.

He had just heard that she asked for one thing, and he had almost determined that Nan Yan would leave him because of this incident, but he did not expect that she opened her mouth to plead for the court ladies.

But he still couldn't help frowning.

"why?"

Nan Yan whispered: "Among them, maybe one of them is guilty, but there are thousands of court ladies, they are all innocent."

"..."

"The emperor killed all these people for a guilty person..."

"..."

"It's not just them that are chilling."

"..."

"Please, the emperor, take back such a fate."

"..."

When she said these things, Zhu Feng kept frowning and looked down at her.

Say nothing.

She was also a little disturbed in her heart against his dark eyes.

Although he had just been rescued from the jail and he understood Zhu Feng's feelings a bit, it was still unimaginable for ordinary people to make such a request to an emperor.

Maybe the next moment, he will be furious.

She was still afraid of death, pain, and many things.

However, after a long silence, Zhu Feng suddenly bent down and stared at her with the deep gaze as if he wanted to see her thin body all at once.

Nan Yan turned his head subconsciously, trying to avoid his gaze, but he stretched out his hand and pinched his sharp chin.

Can't move.

She looked at him with a slight shiver, but saw that in his dark and deep eyes, a little emotion gradually surged, which was endless joy.

"You are still thinking about me, are you?"