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

Nan Yan was holding the teacup, looking at his tall figure, and his heart thumped.

She asked carefully: "The emperor, can slaves and maids go to Beiping?"

"..."

"The emperor, let the servants go."

Zhu Feng turned his head and glared at her. He couldn't help but want to laugh a little when he saw her winking with big eyes and a look of eagerness, but he still sternly said: "You go? What can you do?"

"..."

This question stopped her.

What can you do?

Indeed, one cannot carry on his shoulders and cannot carry it, just like Concubine Kang said, can read a few broken poems, what can it be used for?

She frowned, lost in thought.

Seeing her look serious and troubled, Zhu Feng was angry and funny.

Is it possible that she really feels that she still needs to go to battle to kill the enemy or something?

At this moment, Nan Yan raised his head, widened his eyes, and said to him earnestly: "The emperor, although the maidservant is useless, but the maidservant still wants to follow you to Peking."

"..."

"And, even if it's useless now—"

"..."

"The slave and maid will work hard, and in the future, I will become useful."

In her heart, she said more firmly: I will become a woman who is qualified enough to stand by your side!

Seeing her serious eyes, a warm current surged in Zhu Feng's heart.

He has never seen a woman who has such a serious and solemn expression, telling him that she will become useful.

Moreover, it is useful to oneself.

He reached out and tried to rub her hair a bit, but he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to her face and squeezed it.

It's meaty, and it feels good.

It seems that for the past two days, letting the Yushan Fang give delicious food has some effect. It should make her fatter, so... it will feel better.

Thinking of the feeling of holding her tightly and being held by her bones that night, Zhu Feng felt that he was still very fulfilled.

He leaned down and leaned in front of her, looking at those **** and white, clear eyes: "Really?"

I said these things to him very seriously.

However, when he leaned closer and his breath was blowing on his face, those words seemed to have changed a bit.

There was an inexplicable, hot feeling from the bottom of my heart.

Nan Yan subconsciously avoided his gaze, but for some reason, his eyes seemed to have a kind of traction force, so she couldn't help but raise his eyes again and looked at him carefully.

In an instant, his cheeks turned red, and even the tips of his ears were a little red.

She whispered softly: "The emperor..."

When speaking, he already felt his breath blow over.

The lips of the two people almost touched each other.

But at this moment, Zhu Feng seemed to have thought of something suddenly, a sober light flashed in his eyes, and the mist in his eyes was suddenly opened, and his shrewd eyes were suddenly reignited.

He took a deep breath, and Huo Di straightened up.

Only feeling a cool breeze across his cheeks, Nan Yan's flushed face was agitated by the coldness, and the blush faded away.

Only a blank stare remained.

In her hand, she was still holding the empty teacup, as if she was at a loss.

She looked at Zhu Feng stupidly, and saw that he turned his head, leaving only the back of her head. He coughed a little unnaturally, and said, "Okay."

"..."

"I will take you to Peiping with you."