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

Nan Yan slept drowsily, and suddenly felt that he fell into a warm, even hot embrace.

A tremor awakened her from her dream.

She opened her eyes in a daze, the first thing she saw was a sturdy chin.

Blinking again, a familiar and handsome face slowly became clear in front of his eyes. It was Zhu Feng holding her and walking towards the bed.

"emperor……"

Her voice was a little sticky, because half of her sane was trapped in the dream, and she was not fully awake, and such a confused voice sounded a little sweet in Zhu Feng's ears.

"Why did you wake up?"

He looked down at her.

"..."

Nan Yan looked at him with a silly face for a long time. At this time, Zhu Feng had already walked to the bedside and gently put her on the bed. She was a little awake now.

"Why is the emperor here?"

"Why, can't I come?"

He said, with a bit of resentment in his tone, as soon as he lowered his head, he took a bite on her earlobe.

"what--"

The slight tingling sensation caused Nan Yan to shrink.

And Zhu Feng smiled again, moved her shoulders to prevent her from hiding, and took a bite on the other earlobe.

"Say, can I come?"

"Ouch!"

"Say or not?"

"Can come, can come."

Nan Yan laughed and panted again, tears were streaming out, with one hand on his chest.

When the two of them had a fight, she realized that her clothes were a little messier than before. Her shoulders, collarbone, and a large white skin on her chest were exposed. Under the cherry-red candlelight, she found a touch of it. Ambiguous breath.

Zhu Feng put his hands on her side and raised his head slightly.

Looking at her reddish cheeks under her, and her teary and confused eyes with a crooked smile.

Involuntarily, his breath sank a bit.

Nan Yan's face was getting redder and red. She raised her eyes to look at him and said softly, "The emperor is here, what are you doing here?"

Zhu Feng walked one hand along her bare shoulder, slowly downwards, untied her belt.

"You said, what am I here to do."

The rough palm of his hand carried the hot body temperature that belonged to him, and he stroked it all the way, as if clusters of flames were lit on her body, and Nan Yan was gradually fascinated by the flames.

His body trembled slightly under his gentle strokes.

Breathing became hurried.

"Ok……"

A sweet low moan overflowed from her biting lips. She reached out and hugged him tightly. Two smooth little hands slowly closed on his thick back. She couldn't help but grasp his clothes tightly and gently pull With.

Zhu Feng's clothes became messy after she tore wildly, revealing strong bronze skin.

In the dim light, it is particularly powerful.

Especially when his back is slightly arched, his muscles are tangled, like a predator tiger.

At this time, the candle beside the bed burned for the last point and went out with a pop.

The entire Yikun Palace plunged into darkness.

However, the slightly swaying bed, and one or two gasping moans that overflowed from time to time, made the night hotter and more agitated.

｜

I do not know how long it has been.

After the curtain shook violently, it finally calmed down. A cool night breeze blew in from the open window, and it also blew a corner of the bed curtain.

Nan Yan panted slightly, lying in Zhu Feng's arms.

Sweaty skin trembled as she gasped.

The sweet kiss continued.

Under Zhu Feng's bite, the delicate lips quickly became scarred and even a little red and swollen.

Zhu Feng panted slightly and said, "Are you tired?"

"..."

What is the problem!

Is it possible that I have to answer it myself-not tired, come again?

Even though the light was dark and nothing could be seen, Nan Yan gave him a white look.

Zhu Feng himself seemed to feel it too. He was stunned. He smiled lightly, lowered his head, and kissed Nan Yan's slender neck heavily.

Immediately, Nan Yan felt the surging power in him and seemed to be back again.

Is this person a monster?

It's been so long.

But, also, no wonder.

Only after giving birth by himself, even if two people were in the same room, they never had a bedclothes thing, and he had always been indifferent to the other people in the harem.

It doesn't sound good, and I have been holding back for half a year.

Thinking of this, Nan Yan couldn't help but laughed, and stretched out his hand to gently wrap his neck.

Biting his ear, he whispered: "Has the emperor heard of it? There are only exhausted cows, and no bad land."

"is it?"

Zhu Feng raised his eyebrows slightly.

As soon as I lowered my head, I saw her lying under her, under the dim light, her little face was full of sly smiles, like a little fairy.

Suddenly the lower abdomen was hot again.

It seems that I have been provoked.

"Then I will take a look at how to cultivate this land."

He leaned down, and in the darkness, Nan Yan laughed and was hugged and rolled into the bed deeper.

This trouble came to a time when the sky was dimly lit.

Zhu Feng sat on the bedside, looked up at the window, and found that there was a faint light of sky through the window.

Why, it's dawn?

He himself was a little uneasy. He clearly said that he wanted her to rest, but it was himself-so inconsiderate.

Fortunately, Nan Yan, lying in his arms, didn't look too tired. He even grabbed the ends of his hair enthusiastically and played with the ends of his own hair.

Only when I want to move, I will show a bit of pain.

After all, the whole body looked like a cross.

Zhu Feng hugged her immediately: "What's wrong? Where does it hurt?"

Nan Yan glared at him: "It hurts everywhere!"

With a sweet tone and a little bit of resentment, Zhu Feng couldn't help but laughed, lowered his head and bumped her nose: "Who told me last night that there are only exhausted cows and no farming land. Right?"

"..."

Nan Yanqi blushed.

No matter how good it is, it can't stand his "farming".

Must "plow" through the earth's center, okay?

Seeing her like this, Zhu Feng smiled happily, lowered his head and whispered softly in her ear: "Don't be bad, I still want to cultivate some good things on this land."

"What, good stuff?"

Zhu Feng's breath is smiling.

"Give me a good son."

"but--"

"I know what you are going to say," Zhu Feng said: "I only want a son that belongs to you, belongs to me, belongs to both of us."

"..."

Nan Yan's heart is half sorrow and half joy. Although there is still some sorrow of losing a child in his heart, with such a strong support by his side, he has indeed recovered a lot.

She is also looking forward to the future.

just--

She gently said, "Why do you want so many children?"