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

Nan Yan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said: "The emperor..."

But immediately, she saw Zhu Feng's eyes, those deep pupils seemed to be immersed in the boundless darkness, even at this moment, he was standing at the door with the sun shining behind him.

It doesn't shine his eyes.

And in those eyes, a fiery flame was still burning.

He strode over and hugged Nan Yan.

"...!"

Nan Yan's heart jumped, a little unrecoverable, and said softly: "The emperor?"

She thought she was still in a dream, but Zhu Feng held her arms, but it was real, that kind of powerful feeling, as if to embed her into her body again.

Don't let her have the slightest chance to escape.

He hugged her and lay down on the bed.

The hand is still not released.

His arms are even constantly tightening.

For some reason, this feeling suddenly reminded Nan Yan of how he woke up from a nightmare when she first went to night for Zhu Feng.

At this moment, his body seemed to carry a nightmare breath.

Nan Yan was having difficulty breathing under him, but still said softly, "The emperor... have you had a nightmare again?"

"...!"

After saying this, Zhu Feng's body trembled suddenly.

Yes, he had a nightmare again.

After leaving Yanxi Palace, he went back to the Imperial Study Room alone, trying to force himself to calm down by dealing with government affairs.

However, in the middle of the night, he couldn't hold on, and fell asleep on the royal case.

And the nightmare that had entangled him for almost half his life, once again, entangled himself like a ghost.

It has been a long time, too long, since Nan Yan came to his side, since the two people were happy, he has never had that suffocating nightmare again.

But last night, that nightmare came again.

Whenever there are some people in his world, something that he can't control, that nightmare will haunt him.

Like a poisonous snake.

Thinking back to the suffocating feeling in the dreamland, Zhu Feng's breathing was almost suffocated.

He tightly hugged the small body under him tighter, buried his face in her shoulders, and took a deep breath of what belonged to her, with a faint fragrance of fragrance.

He said solemnly: "You are mine."

"..."

"you belong to Me!"

"..."

"You are different, you are different from them!"

Nan Yan frowned.

She, of course, is different from others.

If it were other times, she would hardly think about it, but yesterday, Aunt Tongyun suddenly told her that she and Fei Ning were very imaginative.

This sentence, like an invisible thorn, stuck in her heart.

Originally it didn't hurt or itchy, but Zhu Feng touched it--

She whispered: "The emperor, what's the matter?"

"..."

"Last night, what happened?"

"..."

"Fei Ning, she..."

"do not ask!"

Zhu Feng interrupted her immediately: "These things have nothing to do with you!"

Nan Yan's breath cooled down.

She said: "It has nothing to do with me?"

"..."

"If it has nothing to do with me, why does the emperor come to me again?"

"..."

"Am I just a tool for the emperor to calm the mood?"

Zhu Feng's brows wrinkled, he held her hands loose, and raised his head to look at her. Nan Yan looked solemn and said solemnly: "The emperor doesn't even have a word of truth to me?"

Zhu Feng's breath became deeper.

"You know, what are you talking about?"

"Concubine, I know."

Although the two of them were still hugging each other, Zhu Feng's heavy body was still pressing on her, but the breath of each other had already cooled down.

Nan Yan said calmly: "The concubine knows that last night, the emperor went to Concubine Ning's place."

"..."

Zhu Feng's deep and secluded eyes flickered slightly: "I am gone, how?"

Nan Yan took a deep breath: "The concubine knows that the women in this palace belong to the emperor, and so do the concubines."

"..."

"Although the emperor allows a concubine to be jealous when there are only two of us, but the concubine is not really stupid enough to be jealous."

"..."

"Who the emperor wants to favor, the concubine can't stop it."

"..."

"But, can't you ask the emperor to tell the truth?"

Although I am not stupid enough to be jealous, at this moment, the kind of pain that is faintly boiling in my heart is clearly jealous.

At the thought of this moment, he hugged his arms and this sturdy body.

Maybe last night, they...

Thinking of this, Nan Yan's heart was inevitably hurt.

She knew very well that a man would not be indifferent to a stunning beauty like Qin Ruolan for no reason.

His indifference to her may be due to their entangled past.

I didn't know that.

He has given him a heart completely.

But he was unwilling to tell the truth to himself.

Thinking of this, the sorrow and sorrow of being disappointed came up more like a tide, and Nan Yan's eye sockets gradually moistened.

She whispered: "Can't it?"

At this moment, Zhu Feng's eyes were completely cold.

He looked down at her, and after a while, let go of his hands without reluctance, and got up from the bed.

Then he left without looking back.

Nan Yan lay on the bed blankly, listening to his footsteps away, tears streaming down silently.

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For a whole day, Zhu Feng never came again.

Aunt Tongyun and Ran Xiaoyu didn't know what happened, but they could understand more or less, maybe her "sheng pet" was about to pass.

The entire Yikun Palace looked gloomy.

Until the evening.

Aunt Tongyun explained to the people in the imperial dining room that the food was hot and hot and sent to her.

"Niang, take a bite anyway."

"..."

"You haven't eaten for a whole day."

"..."

"If this continues, what should I do if I get sick?"

Nan Yan sat at the table, looking at the candlelight swaying on the table, only slightly shook his head: "I can't eat it."

In fact, when Zhu Feng left, she also regretted it.

Marry the emperor, become his concubine, these things have not been expected long ago?

Why should I say those things to him so impulsively?

but--

The thorn in my heart is still hurting.

She is no more relaxed than Zhu Feng.

Thinking of this, she frowned and gently covered her face with her hands.

Aunt Tongyun sighed softly.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and someone walked to the door: "Emperor Concubine."

Nan Yan hurriedly raised his head.

It was Ye Xu's voice.

Standing at the door was Ye Yu.

"How did you come?"

"..."

Ye Wei walked in slowly, looked at the untouched food on the table, and looked at Nan Yan's haggard appearance.

I couldn't help but sighed slightly: "You two, it's really a headache."