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

At this moment, Nan Yan's heart jumped out of her chest.

She raised her head and looked at Zhu Feng's gloomy, resolute face. For some reason, although her body was cold, her heart was hot, even a little hot.

He hugged her back to the bed and pulled the quilt to cover her again, but this time, with a little bit of strength with both hands, it almost seemed to nail her to the bed.

Nan Yan was wrapped in a quilt and could not move.

"Lie down for me!"

Zhu Feng lowered his head and stared at her panic eyes, and said: "Where you should be, I have the final say."

"but--"

"No but!"

He said, "Now, you can't go anywhere!"

These hard words made Nan Yan no longer have the courage to confront, so he could only lower his head haltingly.

Can't go anywhere...

But here, is she the place to stay?

The Queen’s words make sense. She has already offended Wu Wan and Gao Yurong. This time, she almost died in prison. If they were to know that she actually slept on a dragon bed, what would happen in the future?

She lowered her head and frowned again.

Seeing her drooping head and looking thinner face, Zhu Feng's brow wrinkled and asked, "Have you eaten today?"

Nan Yan shuddered, and subconsciously said: "No-they sent it."

Sent it?

Zhu Feng looked back and saw that there were indeed some dishes on the table on the other side of the hall, but the food inside was obviously untouched.

He angrily said: "Send it, why don't you use it?!"

"..."

Nan Yan bit her lower lip, unable to speak.

Not to mention whether she has the strength or appetite, this place is the emperor's palace, let her sit here to eat, how can she eat?

Zhu Feng looked at her in silence for a while, then suddenly stood up and said loudly: "Set the meal!"

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The imperial kitchen quickly took away the dishes on the table and brought steaming meals. Before she could move, Zhu Feng lifted the quilt, wrapped it in a cloak, and hugged it directly to the table.

Duke Yu drove the people in the imperial dining room out of the main hall and hurriedly closed the door.

Not a single serving person stays.

Seeing the shocked expressions of those people when they left the house, Nan Yan felt even more disturbed.

At this time, Zhu Feng filled a bowl of hot soup, and brought the bowl directly to her: "Give me this first!"

The force was so strong that the soup almost splashed onto Nan Yan's nose.

She took it, but did not drink immediately, just holding the bowl, looking up at Zhu Feng, whispered: "The emperor, those palace ladies..."

Zhu Feng said: "I have released them all, and they have all returned to Yeting now."

Upon hearing this, Nan Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

She whispered: "The Emperor Shengming."

Zhu Feng said with a solemn face: "I have done what I promised you. Now, you have eaten all of this for me!"

"..."

Nan Yan hurriedly held the bowl to his mouth, and took a careful sip.

This is a bowl of thickly boiled medicated diet soup. It smells very fragrant, and it tastes a little bitter. After drinking it hot, it warms up from the mouth to the body.

She didn't have any appetite before, but the bowl of soup moisturized her intestines and stomach, and she immediately felt hungry.

So, after drinking a bowl of soup, she ate a small bowl of rice.

It’s just that I haven’t eaten for a long time, and my stomach can’t accept that much at once. When Zhu Feng put a chicken leg larger than her face into her bowl, Nan Yan said timidly: "Your Majesty, servant girl. I really can't eat it anymore."