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

Nan Yan said in surprise: "Xiao Shunzi?"

"The female officer."

"Why did you come here? The emperor is resting. Shouldn't you be here to serve?"

Xiao Shunzi looked at her with a smile, and said, "The emperor wants to rest, but instead of serving in our family, I will let you serve."

"what?"

Seeing Nan Yan stunned for a moment, Xiao Shunzi couldn't help but grin.

"Nothing, just let you go over and ask you a few words."

"Oh……"

Think about it, I just made such a show in front of the ministers and the envoy of the country, and I really wanted to give the emperor an explanation.

Moreover, he boldly said that to Princess Baoyin.

Zhu Feng, don't blame yourself for overstepping, right?

Xiao Shunzi looked at her flickering gaze, and only smiled: "Don't worry, the emperor is not angry with you, but he drank a little wine and got a little drunk. Just talk carefully. Go away."

"Hey."

When I heard that he was a little drunk, Nan Yan didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly followed.

The dusk was heavy.

When we arrived at Wuying Hall, the sky was already dark.

As soon as I entered the gate of Wuying Hall, I smelled a faint odor of alcohol inside. Turning around, Zhu Feng was standing there washing his face.

Although it was icy and snowy outside, he sent the wash water specially instructed to warm it up and splash it on his face. Finally, he couldn't help the rush of alcohol to reduce a little.

People are also a little more sober.

Zhu Feng breathed a long sigh of relief and stretched out his hand to get a towel, but felt that someone offered it to him, took it and wiped his face, opened his eyes, and met the bright pupils.

Nan Yan was standing in front of him.

As soon as she saw her, her tight lips turned upwards subconsciously, but Zhu Feng still resisted, and after wiping two of them, he threw the towel on her head.

"Well--!"

Nan Yan's face was covered by the towel, and he hurriedly tore off. Looking up, he had already walked to the bed and sat down.

"come."

Nan Yan sorted out the towel, hung it back on the shelf, and walked carefully in front of him.

Zhu Feng looked up at her and said, "Come here."

"..."

I have already walked in front of me, how can I pass?

Nan Yan hesitated for a moment, and Zhu Feng had already reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulled her to his own, and took advantage of the situation to clamp her with two long legs.

Nan Yan was so nervous that he was about to stammer: "The emperor, the emperor..."

Zhu Feng was still in good time, just looking at her: "Who taught you?"

"what?"

"Who taught you those poems?"

"The servant girl thought about it herself."

"I am asking, how can you write poetry?"

"I learned it when I was young."

"Stealing?"

"Well, the family invited a husband to teach the boys in the clan, and the servants often eavesdrop."

Zhu Feng raised his eyebrows slightly.

I heard from her before that because she was a concubine daughter, the relationship between her brothers and sisters was not very good. When she wanted to come, the elders in the family didn't take her seriously.

Therefore, she can only learn by stealth.

Moreover, ignorance of women is virtue, and girls from the family rarely learn literature.

Seeing his thoughtful appearance, Nan Yan looked at him nervously and whispered: "The emperor... don't you like it?"

"..."

Zhu Feng was silent for a while, then looked up at her and said, "Initially, I also thought that women shouldn't learn these things."

"..."

"But seeing how you look today—"

Nan Yan was a little nervous.

Zhu Feng said: "I think it's all right."

When he heard him say this, Nan Yan smiled and his eyes curled up.