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

"Forget it, don't talk about this!" Sinanyan shook his head vigorously, drove out the messy thoughts in his mind, looked at Xia Yunting who was still looking sadly at him, and said: "You are now being released and given away Here, I am afraid that you will be disqualified as slaves."

Xia Yunting said, "I guessed that too."

"..."

"Of course, it's only our daughters who have no status. Like Du Xuan to serve them, it may not be such a fate."

Nan Yan was silent for a while, then shook her hand and said: "The road is all by yourself, you don't have to think about them."

Xia Yunting glanced at her and nodded gently.

After a while, she suddenly said softly again: "Nan Yan, Your Royal Highness Yan, what kind of person is he?"

Nan Yan was stunned for a moment when she suddenly asked like this: "Huh?"

"Aren't you serving with King Yan now? Tell me what kind of person he is."

"..."

"Those of us, if we really don't become slaves in the future, I'm afraid we will serve him."

"..."

"Me, I want to know what kind of person he is."

What kind of person is he?

Nan Yan was shocked when he heard this question.

What kind of person is Zhu Feng, the king of Yan? It has been several days since he entered the palace and met him for the first time, and these days are also by his side every day.

However, he never seemed to think about this question of what kind of person he is.

And just thinking about it, that face immediately appeared in my mind—when I first saw him, the extraordinarily beautiful silhouette reflected on the window, and his sharp eyes like a blade. He was as tall and straight as loose and as strong as a tiger.

She said softly: "He, he is a tall man."

"How tall is it?"

Nan Yan stood up and reached out to his head for more than half of his head: "Yes, so high. His shoulders are also very wide, his waist is very thin, and he looks like a pine tree."

"Oh……"

"His eyebrows are very beautiful, they are thick sword eyebrows, and his eyes—" Nan Yan said, and couldn't help but remember the scene when he opened his eyes in the dim light last night, and said: "His The eyes are also very bright, like stars in the night sky."

"..."

"His nose is very straight and straight, like a knife cut. His lips are not thin or thick, and they look very nice when they speak."

"..."

"He, his voice is also very nice, deep, and steady, as if he can only hear his orders among thousands of troops."

"..."

"and also……"

Xia Yunting suddenly laughed as she listened to her earnest description.

Nan Yan was awakened by her laughter and turned to look at her: "What's the matter?"

Xia Yunting smiled and said, "What a beautiful man."

"..."

"It makes you faint."

Nan Yan immediately blushed when she heard her teasing herself, and stretched out her hand to hit her: "Don't talk nonsense, how dare I? That's your Royal Highness Yan, in the future--"

In the future, he must be emperor.

Although no one dared to say this, anyone knew that Jinling had been taken down and the emperor had died. Sooner or later, the world belonged to His Royal Highness Yan Wang, and he must become the emperor.

Xia Yunting smiled and said: "Isn't that just right? Who is the emperor is not a harem with three thousand beauties, Nan Yan, what concubine do you want to be?"