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

In my ears, the anxious voices of those boatmen sounded: "Hurry up, hurry up!"

As if listening to them.

Zhu Feng's two hands holding her hands also pressed harder, Jiang Feng was bitter, and the splashing river water flew onto their faces, and soon even their hair became a little moist.

Nan Yan was about to be blown back by the wind.

But behind him, it was Zhu Feng's solid chest.

He seemed to be protecting her like this, letting her meet the bitter wind without being really hurt.

Nan Yan was in his chest, slowly, letting go.

She raised her head, facing the wind, looking forward.

Soon, under the efforts of everyone, their ship finally sailed away from the vortex in the heart of the river, slowly turned its head, and entered the river.

The magnificent mountains and rivers on both sides of the strait have slowly turned into beautiful mountains and rivers.

The scenery of this river is different from before.

The shore is full of flowers, trees are shaded, and the river is very clear. You can clearly see the places near the river beach, the aquatic plants are luxuriant, and you can even see some fish jumping out of the water, looking cheerful.

The people around were relieved.

At this moment, I suddenly heard Ran Xiaoyu say angrily: "What are you doing while holding me?"

Looking back, it turned out that Ye Wei had grabbed her arm in a panic just now. At this time, Ran Xiaoyu stretched it away.

Ye Yu himself was a little embarrassed, and said, "I missed it."

"Humph!"

Nan Yan couldn't help but smile.

When I turned around, I realized that Zhu Feng's hand was still tightly held by Zhu Feng and pressed against the fence.

She hesitated and said softly: "The emperor."

The voice behind: "Huh?"

"never mind."

"Ok?"

"Already, it's all right."

"...!"

As if he had suddenly recovered, he hurriedly let go of Nan Yan's hand, Nan Yan's face was a little red in the sunset, and he glanced back at him.

But when he turned his head, the tips of his ears seemed to be reddened by the sunset light.

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In the following time, the ship sailed much faster.

But because the river is not turbulent, the navigation is very stable, and Zhu Feng's seasickness has almost disappeared.

In a blink of an eye, several days passed.

This morning, as usual, after getting up to freshen up, everyone went to the deck to move around.

The sun is just right.

It's even a little hot.

However, they saw a strange sight.

When they were sailing a few days ago, most of the shore was deserted and there were no people. But today, some people can be seen on both sides of the strait.

It seems to be putting a river lamp in the river and praying.

Although it is daytime, the beautiful river lights dotted on the river are still very pleasing to the eye.

Nan Yan was holding on to the fence, looking at it, and found that on the other side of the deck, some boatmen were putting incense candles on a divine table and praying.

She walked over and asked, "What are you doing?"

When the boatmen saw it was her, they were cautious not to speak, only to laugh.

There was only one young boatman, who boldly smiled and said to her: "The imperial concubine, Cao Min is waiting for her birthday."

"Happy birthday? Whose birthday?"

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva."

"Guanyin?"

Nan Yan looked at him in surprise, and the young boatman smiled and said, "Today June 19 is the birthday of Guanyin Bodhisattva."

"..."

"My grandfather said that every now and then, we must give incense to the Bodhisattva and ask him to protect us from sailing safely."

Nan Yan smiled and said, "Alright."

She stepped forward, took three incense sticks, and after kowtow, she also inserted them into the incense burner.

Then he looked up at the weather: "The wind is sunny today, and the Bodhisattva will definitely bless us."

The young boatman smiled and nodded.

At this time, a worried voice came from the side, saying: "If the Bodhisattva is willing to bless, it is okay, I am afraid that the Bodhisattva will be angry today."

Nan Yan turned around and saw that he was an older boatman.

The hair and beard are all white.

Nanyan Road: "Old man, what happens if the Bodhisattva gets angry?"

The old boatman glanced at her and was silent for a long time, but his expression became tense, even his gray beard trembled slightly.

It seems to think of something terrible.

He said softly: "There will be Guanyin storm."

"Guanyin storm?"

Nan Yan frowned.

Before she had time to say anything, the boatman next to her smiled and said: "Old Ma, you are talking nonsense again."

"That is, don't deceive the noble concubine."

"What about Guanyin storm, who has seen it for so many years?"

"I'm afraid you made it up."

The old horse looked at them and said solemnly: "If you don't believe it, then forget it. But I want to tell you that if you didn't meet it, that's your luck. If you really meet—"

At this point, he himself trembled.

Turned around and left.

Nan Yan frowned slightly looking at his back.

The boat sailed very fast, and time passed by like a river, and in a blink of an eye, it was afternoon.

The brightly sunny weather slowly dimmed.

There are some dark clouds gathering above the head.

And Zhu Feng also arrived on the deck.

He held the fence with both hands and looked at the front intently. Under the gloomy sky, the water mist bursts, making people a little bit unable to see the scenery ahead.

Nan Yan stood beside him and said softly, "The emperor, in front of him--"

Zhu Feng said solemnly: "Xing Luohu."

Following his deep words, the ship slowly sailed into the mist.

Unexpectedly, the fog is so deep and wide, as soon as their ship enters the fog, they can hardly see anything, and even the people on the deck close at hand are blurred. .

Nan Yan couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

At this time, a hand next to him tightly grabbed himself.

It is Zhu Feng.

Her subconscious backhand also grabbed his hand and walked to him: "The emperor!"

"The front is Xingluo Lake. We are entering this water area."

"Why is there so much fog here?"

"always the same."

"Always?"

Listening to Nan Yan, his eyebrows frowned slightly: "Before the emperor, have you been here?"

Zhu Feng was silent and shook his head: "No."

"Then how do you know?"

"..."

He did not speak.

Nan Yan subconsciously raised his head and glanced at him, but saw that his stern face and lips were tightly pressed, as if to seal something in his heart.

But she immediately recovered.

Zhu Feng knew the location of Xingluo Lake, and also knew the general situation here, and even knew that there was heavy fog all year round when entering this water area.

He should know this.

At least, someone told him.

who is it?

Nan Yan frowned, and when he was thinking, suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing over.

Soon, the surrounding mist was swept by the wind, and hurriedly passed by.

Nan Yan murmured: "The wind is here."