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

Ran Xiaoyu frowned slightly: "Are you afraid that you won't be eating enough?"

"Suffering is a trivial matter," Nan Yan said earnestly: "Lost confidence in others is a major matter."

"..."

"Xiaoyu, I will not blind my eyes just because of a few bad guys, to doubt everyone around me, to look at everything around me pessimistically."

"..."

"If this were the case, I wouldn't survive long ago."

Ran Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment before remembering that she had mentioned that the situation in her home was not looked after since she was a child, and everyone in the family bullied her.

However, her temperament did not become pessimistic and gloomy, but very positive.

She has a passion for anyone and everything.

Nan Yan said earnestly: "Xiaoyu, I will not show mercy when I meet bad people."

"..."

"But I will not change my hope in this world because of how bad people treat me."

"..."

"I believe there are more good than bad."

"..."

"I believe in—people."

"..."

Ran Xiaoyu looked at her bright eyes. Although it was dark now, her eyes seemed to be sunny, not only warm, but also full of hope.

That kind of hope, even, was about to dispel the haze in her heart.

After a while, she snorted, looked away, and murmured: "Just you, with such a good spirit."

Nan Yan knew her mouth was hard, so she just laughed.

She covered her with the quilt and heard Xiaoyu gritted her teeth and endured the pain, and asked with some worry: "Why, is it still painful? Do you want me to find someone to get some medicine?"

"Who can I call for medicine at so late?"

"..."

"Don't bother, talk about it tomorrow. Maybe it won't hurt tomorrow."

"Oh……"

Nan Yan took care of her carefully and didn't go to bed until late.

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Early the next morning, news came from Yonghe Palace, asking Ran Xiaoyu to stay in Ye Ting to recover from his injuries, so he didn't have to go on duty.

Nan Yan took care of her and had breakfast, and then went to Wuying Hall.

Today, Zhu Feng is going to the early court.

She sat obediently in the Wuying Hall alone, in her own small world, with a little bit of Xiaoyu in her heart, and she couldn't go back casually, so she lay on the table, watching the light smoke rising from the incense burner.

Last night because of taking care of Xiaoyu, I didn't sleep well.

At this time, I was a little sleepy.

She was confused and closed her eyes.

Just in the chaos, she heard the sound of clattering, someone pulled the bead curtain, and the footsteps got closer and closer, as if they had been walking in front of her.

She raised her head in confusion and looked at the tall figure in front of her with unconscious eyes——

A hand stretched over and gave her face a hard twist.

"Ouch!"

Suddenly came to wake up.

Nan Yan opened his eyes wide and saw that there was a dream, and the one standing in front of him was Zhu Feng, who had just come back from the court.

She sat upright in shock: "The emperor!"

Zhu Feng retracted his hand and looked at her: "Is it so sleepy?"

"Slaves--"

"Did you sleep well last night?"

"……Ok."

"Why didn't you sleep well?"

"..."

Nan Yan hesitated for a moment, lowered his head and said nothing, but Zhu Feng looked at her like this, his face sank: "Is the beaten sister who took care of you gone?"

"Hey?" Nan Yan was taken aback, raised his head and looked at him: "The emperor, do you know?"

Zhu Feng stopped, a little angry, reached out and twisted her face: "So if I don't ask, you won't say it, do you?"