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

Although Ran Xiaoyu is usually cold, it doesn't mean that she knows nothing about male and female affairs.

Especially, Sinanyan's nymphomaniac appearance was so obvious, she had already noticed that she was moved by the emperor.

But how the emperor treats her, don't know.

After all, there are so many women in the harem, and the emperor's attitude toward women may be just a playful attitude. It's not a big deal to get into the harem.

But last night, when she saw that scene, she also knew, no.

If it's just for fun, people like Zhu Feng won't gobble up like that.

and so--

She looked at Nan Yan's concerned eyes at her, feeling a little relieved, but she still said coldly on her face: "Just take care of yourself and leave me alone."

"..."

"I can't die."

Hearing what she said, Nan Yan knew that it should be all right, and he was relieved immediately.

At this time, there was another knock on the door outside.

Ran Xiaoyu walked over and opened the door: "What's the matter?"

A few servants of the palace stood outside, smiling and saying: "We are ordered to deliver things."

"..."

Ran Xiaoyu was a little puzzled, but still let go.

Nan Yan lay on the bedside and couldn't move. She could only watch the attendants file in through the door, holding various vases, cups, and fish tanks in her hands. Finally, two people came in carrying a three-panel screen. .

She widened her eyes in astonishment: "This, what is this?"

The attendants smiled and said, "The female officer, this is explained by the above. The room is too rudimentary and there is nothing, so let us buy some more."

"But, this is too much, right?"

And at first glance, they are all valuable, but useless.

It was clean and compact before, how nice.

The attendants smiled and said, "This is a reward for the female officer's meritorious service. No one in the house can use these things."

"..."

"The magistrate has a good rest."

After speaking, they filed out again.

Nan Yan sat on the head of the bed in a daze, looking at these things, still a little lost.

what happened?

Now, this original simple and clean room has become extravagantly luxurious, but it is a bit tacky, like a peasant woman wearing gold hairpins, silk satin, and silk shoes to cultivate the ground, for fear that others might not know the feeling that she has made a fortune .

what the hell!

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That night, Nan Yan slept in this golden room, but she had a terrible dream.

I dreamed that my hair fell out.

I woke up in the morning and gave a big jump. I stretched out my hand in a cold sweat and touched the back of my head. Fortunately, my hair was still there.

Could it be that he had such a terrible dream because he took off the burnt hair of the corpse?

She faintly felt a little disturbed.

But soon, Ran Xiaoyu came to accompany her.

After the two of them had breakfast, Nan Yan stayed a little depressed in this shiny golden room, and asked Ran Xiaoyu to accompany her out for a walk. Ran Xiaoyu helped her and walked out of the room carefully.

As soon as I left the house, I heard a sudden sound.

There was a cold wind, and the snowflakes were blowing towards him, and Nan Yan was suddenly blown into a spirit.

In front of me, there was a vast snow scene.

On the eaves, on the walls, and even on every inch of the ground they could see, there was thick snow, and the whole land was decorated with powder and jade, like a quiet world.

Nan Yan sighed, "Wow!"

Is this winter in the north?

What a nice view!