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

Hasn't the medicinal properties in Ran Xiaoyu's body been wiped out?

She hurried over in fright, but only when she got closer did she realize that the two of them were not holding each other.

Instead, Ran Xiaoyu controlled one of Ye Yi's hand with one hand, and the elbow of the other hand directly pressed against Ye Yi's neck, pressing him against the wall, unable to move.

Ye Yu was so overwhelmed that he couldn't breathe, struggling to say: "You--what are you doing? I'm kind of unrequited!"

Looking from Nan Yan's position, although Ran Xiaoyu's face is not visible, she can see that her ears on both sides are already red to the tips of her ears.

"Good intentions?"

She gritted her teeth with anger: "You dare to say you are kind?"

"Huh, you don't know good or bad!"

Ye Wei struggled and said, "That day, you obviously did something to me. I didn't tell anyone, it was already kind."

"You, dare you say it!"

Ran Xiaoyu was so angry that he stomped his feet: "Shut up!"

The more so, the more happily Ye Xun said: "Huh, it was originally."

"..."

"It was obviously you that day, yes, as it is now, you pressed me down and didn't allow me to move, and you did it again today."

"..."

"Why are you looking for me exclusively?"

"..."

"Are you interested in me in your heart, so you deliberately find me every time you do it?"

"you--"

Ran Xiaoyu was so angry that Qiqiao made smoke, stomped and said: "I killed you!"

After speaking, he raised his fist and struck him.

Nan Yan looked stunned from behind.

Ran Xiaoyu had a family to learn, and when she started working with people in the north, she used a set, but now, she seemed to be confused, and her two hands were beaten at Ye Yi in a disorderly manner.

However, even though she has no rules, she still practices martial arts after all.

The strength of the fist is still incomparable with ordinary girls.

He banged on Ye Xun's body, he was beaten back steadily, but his mouth was not forgiving, "You want to kill me?"

"you--"

Ran Xiaoyu was a little out of breath, and as soon as he recovered, he coughed.

And the more he coughed, the harder he was, and he couldn't straighten his waist.

Seeing her like this, Ye Yu was frightened and walked over carefully: "What's wrong with you?"

"..."

"Ran Xiaoyu, are you okay?"

He said, carefully reaching out to help her beat her back, smoothly.

Ran Xiaoyu was so angry that he threw away his hand: "Go away, don't touch me!"

Ye Hao stood aside, and said with a smile on his face, "Hey, it's just a joke, isn't it? You are all children of the world, why are you so stingy?"

Ran Xiaoyu's eyes were red from coughing, and he became even more angry when he heard this.

He stood up and gave him a fierce look.

Then, ignoring him, turned and walked into Chengqian Palace.

Ye Xu hurriedly followed, yelling: "Hey, did you really ignore me? Really so stingy?"

Gradually, the voice faded away.

Nan Yan was beside her, dumbfounded.

It seems to have finished watching a scene.

After a while, she recovered a bit, and she couldn't help but remember that when Ran Xiaoyu just turned around and walked in, except for her red eyes and red ears.

It seems that the face is red.

She... kind of understood.

I stood and thought for a while, then couldn't help but smile, and finally turned around and walked back with some relief.

However, as soon as he returned to Wuying Hall, he found that the atmosphere was not right.

Zhu Feng ignored her.

Regardless of whether she was pleased, or she was doing errands in the past, or even specially adding tea to him, Zhu Feng didn't even look at her.

There was a deep chill in the entire Wuying Hall.

And that kind of chill radiated from him.

It is obviously already spring, and even summer is about to begin, but the hall of Wuying seems to be going through a cold winter, Xiao Shunzi dare not even step into the door, and Nan Yan sits behind the bead curtain almost frozen by the cold. Dare to take a breath.

Who offends this master?

When she had dinner at noon, Zhu Feng let her sit down too.

However, she still ignored her.

After eating, he didn't say anything. He sat back at the table and continued to read his papers. Nan Yan could only ask quietly: "The emperor? What happened to the emperor?"

Zhu Feng still buried his face in the document, and said solemnly: "You are getting lazy every day."

"lazy?"

Nan Yan said in surprise: "Weichen, you are not lazy?"

"..."

"Today is just—"

Zhu Feng put the paper on the table with a snap, and said with a calm face: "Didn't you say you want to practice sword? But I haven't seen you move it once!"

"..."

"Fortunately, I still wait--"

Having said this, he immediately pursed his mouth and coughed.

Nan Yan was stunned for a moment before he understood.

When I was in Peking before, I mentioned that I wanted to practice swordsman once, so he said that he would teach it to himself so that he would wake up in the morning and practice with him.

However, these few days have only been taking care of Ran Xiaoyu, how can I take care of this?

Nan Yan hurriedly said, "The emperor forgive me."

"..."

"Ran Xiaoyu has been unwell these past few days, and the Weichen took care of her."

Zhu Feng's face was even more ugly.

"Take care of her?"

"..."

"She is still important to me—"

Having said that, he bit his lip again and swallowed the rest.

Looking at Sinan Yan who was ignorant and didn't seem to understand why he was angry at all, he only felt more angry.

I really want to strangle her!

Nan Yan understood a little bit, he was mad at himself.

Until the evening, Nan Yan did a small downhill all day without seeing him giving himself a good face.

He was also a little discouraged, and prepared to leave with his head down.

As soon as I walked to the door, I heard Zhu Feng’s cold voice from inside——

"Where are you going?"

"...?"

Nan Yan stopped and looked back suspiciously.

A maid had already come to serve him to wash up and put on personal clothes, it should be a rest.

What do you want to keep yourself for?

Zhu Feng said with a solemn face: "Is there not even one who went to night here?"

"..."

Nan Yan just recovered a little now, and looked around.

The maids who came to serve have all gone.

But do you want to let yourself stay for the night?

Obviously, he is no longer a slave, not a personal court lady, and of course he doesn't have to come by himself at night.

However, when he hesitated, his face became more gloomy.

Nan Yan didn't dare to say anything, so he closed the door obediently.

Walk back carefully.

Zhu Feng had changed his clothes, but instead of going to bed to rest immediately, he sat on the couch and seemed to be reading some books.

Nan Yan went to work on her own.

These things were familiar. She tidied the clothes he took off and hung them on a hanger on the side. Then she went to the bed and made the bed for him.

Just as soon as I brushed the quilt, I heard a sound of footsteps behind me.

Nan Yan felt a tight waist before he recovered.

A pair of arms that were as strong as iron tongs immediately encircled his waist, and forcefully hugged himself into a hot, strong chest.