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

"I have you in my heart."

"..."

"But I can't just have you in my harem."

"..."

"do you understand?"

Nan Yan listened to his words word by word, chewed it word by word, and thought about it for a long time.

Then, he nodded slightly.

Of course she understands.

If I didn't understand it in the past, but since I realized that I liked him, since I was in his arms, and since I decided to stay by his side, I have already thought very clearly.

The women around him, from the princess and concubine brought by the Yan Palace at the time, to the canonized queen and concubine, almost none are ordinary characters.

The only accident was probably myself.

What else do you not understand?

Seeing her behaved, Zhu Feng only felt that his heart was too soft, but he still couldn't make it. He could only look at her with a calm expression, and then said seriously: "I Regarding these things...women’s matters, I have never looked at them lightly."

"..."

"But, I am the emperor."

When he was King Yan in the past, his wives and concubines were the fewest among the kings. He even thought that as long as there is a Xu Miaoyin, a Xinqing who grew up with him, it will be fine for a lifetime to pass by.

It wasn't until Emperor Wen cut the feudal clan, he planned an incident, and began to contact officials from all over the country, that more women around him.

But now, becoming an emperor, this situation is even more inevitable.

In fact, there seems to be no difference to him whether there are more or less women, what temperament or even what they look like.

He also didn't quite understand the feeling of being jealous and wanting to monopolize a person.

Until the little girl appeared in front of her, she brought everything.

He began to notice her clever and clever gaze from time to time, and he felt pathetic when she was trembling with fright, and amused at her cautious look.

And the feeling of jealousy, he also felt it.

Therefore, when he knew that she was also jealous, he didn't lash out at her like an ordinary man, instead, he felt a little sweet in his heart.

At least he understands that she has her own in her heart.

Unexpectedly, he Zhu Feng would one day be so "small belly chicken intestine".

Would it be like this if you like someone?

It is a pity that he, now an emperor, is destined to be more than "love".

Listening to his low voice, every word seemed to penetrate his heart. Although there was a little pain that was inevitable, Nan Yan felt that it was good to have such pain.

Love someone, maybe it’s the way it is.

Pain and sweetness are intertwined with each other. Only after experiencing pain will people know that sweetness is better.

She lowered her head and said softly: "The emperor, the servant understands."

"..."

"Slaves--no jealous anymore."

"..."

Seeing her low eyebrows and pleasing to the eye, she was obviously so cute, but Zhu Feng felt a little sad.

He stood up, his tall figure covered her whole body almost instantly, standing in front of her like a big mountain.

He reached out and rubbed her hair lightly.

"Silly girl."

A deep voice rang in his ears, with an irresistible tenderness. Nan Yan raised his head and saw a light of joy in his eyes.

He said: "When only the two of us are together, I, let you be jealous."