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

Boyan? Si Boyan?

Isn't that his uncle? The old grandmother saw herself and thought of him?

Nan Yan frowned and raised his head, only to see that Tong Yuhua had closed his eyes, and the wrinkles on his face revealed an indescribable sadness in the dim light.

She unconsciously murmured: "Think of him again..."

Then, her voice came.

She fell asleep.

Nan Yan looked at her quietly for a while. Although full of doubts, she still stretched out her hand and gently pulled the quilt up, covering the old grandmother tightly.

However, he couldn't sleep anymore.

As the daughter of the Si family, she certainly knows her uncle and the feats of her father, but perhaps because of some unwritten orders from the emperor, even the family members are somewhat secretive.

Therefore, she doesn't know more about the inside story.

The unaccompanied uncle has also become a figure covered in mystery.

Why did the old grandmother say, seeing herself, thinking of him?

Is there anything like him?

She did not understand.

Turning to face the outside, she saw the candlestick next to the bed, and the slightly swaying candle light illuminates the large room slightly. She couldn't help but think of Zhu Feng again.

How is he now?

Must be very comfortable, right?

It's already New Year, and there are so many concubines in the harem, surely I don't know how lively and happy.

Thinking of this, she let out a sigh, stretched out her hand to cover her eyes——

Don't think about him, sleep!

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He slept unconsciously, and the next day it was New Year's Eve.

This day is the busiest day. All the people in the house will put on new clothes, spring festival couplets at the door, window grilles on the windows, and lanterns in red and bright colors. Early in the morning, the servants are busy going to the kitchen. The sound of chickens and geese can be heard from far away.

However, when I was young, the excitement had nothing to do with me.

On the contrary, she will be unlucky on this day.

Although the old grandmother would happily bring herself to the main table for dinner, but after dinner, Simo Yun and Simo Lan and the others would come to her troubles, and if they were looking for her, once, they even sent firecrackers to her. Throw it in your clothes.

A big hole exploded when I just put on the new clothes.

Her back was so skinny that she was sorely in pain that time she cried.

Later, she was scolded by the aunt again, saying that she was crying when she was in trouble during the Chinese New Year, and then asked her to kneel in front of the ancestor's spiritual position, until the first day of the new year.

"Nan Yan, why are you so surprised?"

Upon hearing the old grandmother's voice, Nan Yan hurriedly recovered.

At this moment, she was sitting in front of the bronze mirror, and a little maid came to comb her hair. The old grandmother stood aside, looking at the pretty face in the bronze mirror, and smiled: "My Nanyan is getting more and more beautiful. I don’t know when, what kind of prince and grandson will come to marry you."

Nan Yan blushed and said hurriedly, "Grandma, don't talk about it."

"There is nothing wrong with that," the old grandmother smiled. "You are not too young anymore, you should also find a husband's house."

"..."

"Which son do you like?"

"..."

For some reason, Nan Yan thought of the iron-green face, which would be furious at her at any time.

Zhu Feng.

Fortunately, he didn't hear this.

Before, he just heard that Jian Tongguang was going to help him out of the palace, he had such a bad temper. If he let him know, the old grandmother would help him find her husband's house...

He still strangles himself?

Just thinking about it, I don't know why, and my face turns redder.