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

Nan Yan slept very heavily and did not wake up at all.

Seeing her slept deeply, Zhu Feng couldn't help but tilt his mouth upwards, lowered his head, and whispered to her: "Aren't you awake?"

"..."

"Is that so tired?"

"..."

The exhaled heat blew on her face, Nan Yan shrank slightly, as if feeling the warmth in his chest, she immediately dived into Zhu Feng's arms.

There was a low murmur in his mouth.

"emperor……"

Zhu Feng looked down at her and couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

This girl is like this every time she is holding her, as if she found a cat in the stove in winter, she knew she would get into someone's arms.

Like--

He suddenly recalled that night in his mind.

In the night of the Yue State Camp.

He rushed into Tong Jie's tent with a full suit of blood, as if it was the same, took something to cover her body, and then picked her up.

She, too...

Just thinking about it, the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly disappeared.

Instead, there are a few hanging needle patterns that gradually float up with slightly frowning eyebrows.

Zhu Feng lowered his head and looked at Nan Yan's slightly thin face, his breathing sank.

Originally thought that he did not need to care about it, in fact, he has been reluctant to care about it, but tonight, he can finally get her tonight upright--

That thought became heavy inexplicably.

Just holding her in this way, for some time, he took a deep breath and shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of the poisonous thoughts that had been entangled with him for a long time.

Everything has passed.

No matter what happened before, now, this girl belongs to him.

Only belongs to him!

Slowly walked into Yikun Palace and put her on the bed carefully.

The soft mattress, when you lie down, it is like lying in a cloud.

Nan Yan felt that she was also in the middle of the clouds, and the warm sun shining on her body made her feel weak, but particularly comfortable.

In the warmth, she slowly opened her eyes.

In front of him was the familiar, handsome face.

Those deep eyes were looking at him deeply.

For a while, Nan Yan didn't know if she was in a dream or returned to the gentle real world. She just smiled happily at the eyes and face.

Immediately, I felt the chest that was close to me, violently ups and downs.

The lips with the strong breath of that person slowly pressed down.

It was printed on her lips.

"Well……"

Nan Yan murmured.

This seems to be a dream, but it is too real, especially the hot lips, with an extremely overbearing breath, occupying all her breathing and heartbeat, almost making her unable to breathe.

She murmured subconsciously: "The emperor..."

This unconscious whisper made Zhu Feng's belly tighten.

I only felt that a fire suddenly burst into his body, engulfing his whole person in an instant, and almost burning his sanity, he strongly hugged the small petite body under him.

Between the entanglement, breathing, as if it also brought flames.

The clothes were peeled off every inch.

Being invaded by this temperature, Nan Yan murmured uncomfortably and helplessly, especially feeling the familiar breath close. Although she was scalded badly, she subconsciously raised her arms and wanted to hug The person in front of you.

But at this moment, that snow-white arm flashed in front of Zhu Feng's eyes.

His breath suddenly sank, and he grabbed the slender arm.

This white and flawless arm was familiar to him, he had clenched it countless times, but today, he saw it for the first time--

White, without a trace of blemish.

No trace of flaws...

...

Nanyan is totally ignorant of everything.

I just felt it in the chaos, the hot feeling, as if it had retreated a bit.

The body sank, and gradually, the whole person fell into a drowsy dream.

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Dreamland, chaotic and messy.

The whole body seemed to be tightly entangled by something, and his mind was also entangled in the dream state. I don't know how long it took before Nan Yan finally opened his eyes.

One room is brightly lit.

It turned out to be the next morning.

She was lying on the bed with some ignorance, looking at the bright sunlight coming through the window, and looking at the bedclothes embroidered with delicate patterns in front of her.

It took a while before I came back to my senses--

I fell asleep.

Of course he fell asleep.

But last night, didn't he sit on the bench outside and wait for Zhu Feng? Why go back to the house and sleep on the bed?

Did he come?

Thinking about this, Nan Yan suddenly sat up from the bed.

After sitting up, I immediately felt a chill, only to realize that my coat had been taken off at some point, and the lace on his chest seemed to be torn.

Yes, did it yourself?

Could it be that when she was unconscious, she walked in from outside, took off her clothes, and went to bed?

What I think is wrong.

At this moment, when she turned her head, she saw a piece of clothing hanging on the edge of the bed. She picked it up and took a closer look. It was Zhu Feng's coat.

He was here!

He must have carried himself in from the outside, and the clothes-he should have taken off himself.

Just thinking about it, Nan Yan's face instantly became hot.

But the next moment, she woke up again, and hurriedly looked around, only to see that there was no one in the huge Yikun palace except for herself and the mess of the bed.

he is not here?

left already?

That last night--

Nan Yan frowned subconsciously, and at this moment, Ran Xiaoyu knocked on the door: "Niang? Concubine, are you awake?"

"..."

Nan Yan took a deep breath and suppressed the doubt in his heart: "Xiaoyu, come in."

Ran Xiaoyu immediately came in from outside, holding a copper basin with hot water in his hand, and said, "Since the empress is awake, please get up and freshen up."

"..."

"It's late."

"..."

"Today you have to go to Yonghe Palace to greet the Queen Mother."

As she said, she walked to the wooden stand on the other side, put the towel in the basin, and then put the water and green salt for the mouthwash.

Nan Yan sat beside the bed, still a little dazed, and whispered, "Xiaoyu."

"Ok?"

"Did the emperor come last night?"

Ran Xiaoyu looked back at her and said, "When I came over just now, the gatekeeper said that the emperor had been here last night."

"..."

"Manny, don't you know?"

"..."

"How can you not know?"

Speaking of it, since it has been canonized, the emperor should have come over last night-he had favored her.

Ran Xiaoyu realized that something was wrong.

She walked over and looked at Nan Yan's blank face again. After a while, she whispered: "Last night, the emperor, did he--"