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

Nan Yan's eyes widened suddenly.

go away?

She asked: "The emperor, have you allowed the slave to return to the court?"

"..."

Zhu Feng didn't speak, but saw her eyes open, and the hand holding her little hand couldn't help using a little force.

"emperor?"

"..."

Zhu Feng was silent for a while, before letting go of her hand in her somewhat puzzled gaze, and said, "Get up first and talk about it after dinner."

Nan Yan didn't know what he thought, but it seemed that he didn't plan to tell himself immediately, so he could only get out of bed obediently.

The people in the imperial dining room brought food.

Of course, it is another table of very hearty meals, and even stewed chicken soup. Although this is not a big deal for the emperor's imperial meal, you should know that on weekdays, Zhu Fengneng eats three bowls of rice with one dish.

Even now, he doesn't touch those dishes much.

Of course Nan Yan understood that all these things were prepared because he had to heal his injuries.

She was holding a small bowl and picking up the rice in it. Although her appetite was still not very good, under the dignity of the nine-five-five-year watch, she managed to eat one bowl, took two more bites of rice, and ate the soup.

Zhu Feng's expression eased a lot.

After eating, I washed my hands and rinsed my mouth.

It was dark outside.

Nan Yan sat at the table with both hands on his knees, looking at him with wide eyes. The candlestick on the table was shining on her big bright eyes, flashing as if waiting for something.

Zhu Feng looked back at her, and then said, "Go get dressed."

When Nan Yan heard it, she immediately understood.

He really let himself go.

So he hurried over and prepared a long dress on the hanger. It was thick, with fluff on the collar and cuffs. It was obviously much more expensive than the clothes I usually wore.

But at this time, she didn't pick it anymore.

Enduring the pain on her body, put on the clothes. Although they were prepared for her, her waist was slightly larger. The fluffy fluff on the neckline clustered around her small face, making her look more slender and delicate.

Zhu Feng looked at her, and felt a little hot in his heart for some reason.

He hurriedly turned his head aside.

Outside, Grandpa Yu seemed to have been waiting with someone, faintly seeing the light of the lantern.

Nan Yan walked to the door.

However, just as she walked to the door and reached out to touch the door, she suddenly felt a little unspeakable feeling in her heart.

Of course she is easy to be able to leave here, and she doesn't need to be looked at.

but--

Obviously it is a good thing, why do I feel a little bit uncomfortable in my heart, or even a little bit reluctant?

Do you still want to stay here and stay by his side?

Nan Yan supported the door frame and bit her lower lip forcefully.

Seeing her thin figure standing at the door, reaching out to support the door, but did not open it for a while, Zhu Feng walked over, walked behind her, and looked down at her: "What are you thinking?"

"...!"

His magnetic voice suddenly rang above his head, causing Nan Yan to tremble.

She subconsciously turned back to look at him.

She had some pale lips because of the blood loss, and she bit a bit of teeth marks by herself, which looked watery. Those eyes were so bright as usual, but at this time, she looked very confused.

In the innocent innocence, there seems to be a little temptation that cannot be said.

Originally thinking that she was leaving and sending her away, there was an impulse in his heart, and he kept suppressing it.

But at this moment, a fire burned from the soles of the feet to the top of the head.

What's to bear?

His brain heated up, and he moved her thin body over and pressed against the door forcefully. Before Nan Yan's panic exclaimed, he bowed his head and blocked her lips.

"Well--!"