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

Nan Yan was completely speechless.

She stared straight at Li Bu's blood-filled hand. At this moment, the blood was still dripping down the tip of the knife, and several bright red flowers had blossomed on the ground.

She could not speak.

Ye Wei and the others walked up, and they all had lingering fears, especially Jian Ruocheng. Because he was a courtier, although he followed, he couldn't immediately rush into the concubine's room, so he didn't see what happened just now.

But at a glance, I saw Li's hand that didn't hurt.

He took a deep breath, and then said, "Don't hurt, you let go."

"..."

Li Bushang did not speak.

Those hands, as if they didn't know the pain, still clung to the blade.

Ye Xun also said: "Li does not hurt, you let go."

"..."

"Otherwise your hands will be lost!"

"..."

Li Bushang still didn't say a word, his eyes only fixed on Nan Yan.

At this time, Zhu Feng also walked up.

He frowned and looked at Li's hand that didn't hurt. For some unknown reason, although the danger had been relieved, the expression on his face was not relaxed.

On the contrary, it was a bit more solemn than before.

He said: "Lei don't hurt, let go."

As soon as his heavy voice sounded, Nan Yan seemed to have suddenly recovered. Looking at Li Bu's firm, unmoving eyes, she took a deep breath and said, "I, I'm fine."

As soon as the voice fell, I heard a "clang".

The knife fell to the ground.

Li Bushang's hands finally let go, and as soon as they let go, they saw the deep incision inside, the flesh and blood became a piece, Zhu Feng frowned, and immediately said, "Ye Yu, call the emperor to the Imperial Study Room!"

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After all, Jianfu Palace was the residence of the imperial concubine, and Du Jieyu was still lying on the bed. It was inconvenient for everyone to stay for a long time, so they all followed Zhu Feng to the Imperial Study Room.

During this period, no one cares about Du Jieyu sleeping behind the curtain.

When he arrived at the Imperial Study Room, Madam Chen also arrived. He pulled Li Bushang aside and treated him the wound.

And Zhu Feng sat down and instructed Jian Ruocheng and Ye Yu to deal with today's affairs.

Upon hearing this, Nan Yan just wanted to say something, Zhu Feng said again: "That maid—let her be buried soon."

"..."

"This matter, don't let too many people know."

Ye Xu and Jian Ruocheng said immediately: "Yes!"

After speaking, the two people followed one another, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, when they saw Liyun’s body being dragged out, both of them thought at the same time, I'm afraid that the palace lady will have no bones left. After all, conspiracy to assassinate the emperor and spread the disease in the palace, such a felony, is enough Jiuzu has been punishable.

However, Zhu Feng asked them to bury her.

Obviously, his mentality has changed a bit compared with the violent past and the anger before.

The two went out.

At this time, Li Buhuan's wound was treated, and Madam Chen retired and left.

Nan Yan walked to him, held his hands wrapped in gauze, and whispered, "Does it still hurt?"

Li Bushang hurriedly shook his head, his small face turned pale with pain, but said, "Are you okay?"

Nan Yan was too sad to speak.

When Zhu Feng saw this scene, he felt his breath sink a little. He suddenly said, "Little devil, come here."

Li Bushang looked back at him, thought about it, and walked in front of him.

Zhu Feng looked down at his hand, and then said: "This time, you did a good job."

"..."

"Do you want any reward?"