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

After saying this, he felt that his soft body shook slightly in his arms, exuding a sweet fragrance.

Even her breathing was choked.

So, hugging her, whispered: "What's the matter?"

Nan Yan lay on his chest, frowning slightly, not knowing what to say for a while.

Concubine...

Zhu Feng actually wanted to make himself a concubine.

However, with such a long time in the palace, plus having served as a servant of Emperor Wen before, she didn't know the status of the concubine and the status of the harem.

An ordinary woman enters the palace and wants to climb to this position. I don't know how many methods it takes and how many years of suffering.

Even talent and appearance, family background, cannot be less.

And myself--

Seeing her frowning slightly, with a solemn expression on her face, Zhu Feng guessed that this girl might be thinking far, so he said, "What are you thinking about?"

"..."

Nan Yan was silent for a long time before raising her head to look at him, and said timidly: "The emperor, can I really be your concubine?"

"of course!"

Zhu Feng raised his eyebrows.

"This time guarding Beiping City, you have done a great job for me. There are so many people in the harem, and few can solve my problems like you."

"..."

"As for your family background-this time I go back, I will find a way to put your family in the court as an official."

"..."

"Of course, what happens next depends on them."

"..."

"In short, I will arrange these things, so don't worry."

"..."

Nan Yan looked at him. Although it sounded that Zhu Feng had already considered everything and even arranged it, there was still no relaxed expression on her face. On the contrary, her eyes seemed a little heavier.

Zhu Feng hugged her and whispered: "What's the matter?"

"..."

"What are you thinking?"

Under his constant questioning, Nan Yan finally said softly: "The slave and maidservant are actually not worried about others. They are worried about what the courtiers think. The slave and maidservant are just worried—"

"worry about what?"

She raised her head and whispered softly: "The emperor really thinks, can a slave and maid be your concubine?"

"..."

Zhu Feng thought for a while, and suddenly understood.

It turned out that she was worried about this.

Unable to be angry and funny, Zhu Feng gritted her teeth, stretched out her hand and pinched her: "Do you dare to question my vision?"

Nan Yan was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "No, it's not—"

She stammered, and the steaming steam made her feel dizzy, not to mention what she should say.

Zhu Feng smiled angrily by her way.

Seeing him smiling, Nan Yan only felt a thump in his heart, and his mind was even more confused.

She said in a daze: "The slave girl just feels that she is not good enough."

It seems that she is the only one who makes Zhu Feng angry every day.

Every day, he was so angry that he screamed to strangle himself.

Zhu Feng looked down at her and said, "You, indeed, there is something not good enough..."

Nan Yan suddenly felt a little frustrated.

"..."

Zhu Feng looked at her for a while, smiled faintly, and said, "However, I like it too."

Nan Yan opened his eyes wide and looked at him in surprise: "The emperor..."

Zhu Feng smiled and firmly hugged the little, sweet-smelling body in his arms, and said: "I like you, both good and bad. I say you can, you can. "

After finishing speaking, she squeezed her chin firmly: "You are not allowed to refute me! You are getting bolder now!"

"..."

Seeing his almost "arrogant" appearance, Nan Yan couldn't help laughing.

Snuggled tightly into his arms.