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

At this moment, Zhu Feng suddenly said: "Stop!"

Everyone stopped.

Everyone looked at him one after another, and only waited for him to give an order to take down this princess Baoyin who was carrying a weapon and planning an assassination before the imperial court.

But Ajislan was not at all panicked at the moment, just sitting aside, with a faint smile in his eyes, looking at Zhu Feng.

Seems to be waiting for how he responds.

Zhu Feng looked at the Princess Baoyin, then at Ajislan, and then said: "Special Envoy, is this the gift you gave me?"

"Not bad."

Arislan stood up and even said respectfully: "This is a song made by Princess Baoyin for what she saw and felt when she came to Jinling this time, and it is given to her Majesty."

"..."

"And this sword dance."

"..."

"Including the princess herself."

Zhu Feng's eyebrows tucked slightly, as if he had come to understand something, and although the people around him were still a little chaotic, they didn't dare to relax a little while looking at the sword in the hands of Princess Baoyin.

Until Zhu Feng raised his hand and swayed gently: "All back."

Ying Shao frowned and said softly: "The emperor--"

"I said, step back!"

At this moment, no one dared to step forward, everyone withdrew the swords in their hands. Princess Baoyin stepped on the shoulders of the two guards, took advantage of the momentum, and fell to the ground.

Sure enough, it was as light as a civet.

Although, hearing their purpose from Ajislan’s mouth, Nan Yan’s heart no longer likes this princess who looks like a beautiful girl, but she really has to admit that she is really a beautiful girl. .

The singing is melodious, the sword dance is stumbling, and there is strength in the softness.

Even the guards couldn't take her down.

It seems that the princess of Lao is not an ordinary girl.

At this moment, she put away the long sword, walked to Zhu Feng's face, looked at Zhu Feng generously, and said with a smile: "I wonder if the emperor can return a gift."

"Return?"

Zhu Feng looked at her: "Do you want to return the gift?"

Princess Baoyin said: "On our grassland, both the song and the sword must come and go."

Her voice just fell, and she was about to hide in the corner just now. Concubine Kang, who finally returned to her seat at this time, was furious and scolded: "What a big burden, I dare to ask your Majesty to return a gift? This is Yan Country. , It's not your grassland!"

"..."

"Furthermore, your Majesty hasn't said he wants you yet!"

Zhu Feng glanced at her.

When she looked back at Princess Baoyin, her eyes became a little deeper.

It stands to reason that in the exchanges between the two countries, there should be back and forth in etiquette, sword dance-it is better to say.

But in the song she just saw, although she also knew some words about Lai, the situation was too complicated just now, and there were so many noisy people, he didn't fully understand it either.

If you return the gift and the bull's head is wrong, it will only make people laugh.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously glanced around.

Anyone here, can answer this gift?

At this moment, a very soft but not timid voice sounded behind him——

"The emperor, this gift won't bother the emperor."

"..."

"Let the servants share the worries for the emperor and take care of it."

"..."

As soon as they heard this sound, everyone was shocked, and they all looked at Zhu Feng's back.

Zhu Feng's brows frowned slightly, and he turned his head.

I saw Nan Yan standing behind him, looking up at him.

Although she looked so petite and slender, her eyes were extremely firm at this moment, even sharper than the sword light in Baoyin's hands.