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

Nan Yan was stunned.

Zhu Feng, want to stay in her room, spend the night here?

Although in the past, this has been an uncommon thing, even the entire harem is very clear about the emperor’s special favor to the noble concubine, but in the past few months-

He didn't even see himself anymore.

Not to mention, stayed overnight in Yikun Palace.

And now, on the first day of the boat, he will stay in his room overnight.

Is this a dream?

She couldn't believe it, but as time passed bit by bit, Zhu Feng really stayed in her room and did not leave.

but--

Is it because of seasickness.

The imperial doctor had already instructed him to stay here for the time being and not to walk around. I was afraid that he was willing to stay here because of seasickness and didn't want to move around.

Thinking of this, Nan Yan was relieved for some reason.

She whispered: "Yes."

Seeing her like this, Zhu Feng's brows frowned slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Probably because of a good night's sleep and a lot of energy, plus some food, Zhu Feng's spirit has improved a lot, and no more symptoms of seasickness.

However, he didn't move around either, he just sat on the side of the bed, always teasing Cao Ping.

Xinping at this time is also different from before when he still petted her. He has grown up a lot and heavier than before.

Zhu Feng hugged her, and when he held her high, he smiled and said: "You have gained a lot."

"Quack quack..."

The daughter smiled with joy.

Zhu Feng held her to play for a while, then put her on his lap, bumping up and down. Xiaoping had never tried this before, and he screamed with excitement.

Zhu Feng smiled and said, "I'm riding a horse like this, you know?"

"..."

"When you grow up in the future, my father will teach you horse riding."

"Woohoo..."

Jingping laughed and made noises, the whole room was full of her cries.

However, Zhu Feng was not impatient at all, instead he played with her very patiently.

As if to make up for the lack of fatherly love in the past few months, this little daughter who was left out in the cold.

Nan Yan sat on a couch not far away, watching this scene quietly, watching the two of them intimate, and listening to the familiar laughter in her ears.

Time seems to have gone back to the past.

They haven't become unfamiliar yet, and Zhu Feng hasn't had the time to spoil Feng Shu.

At that time, they were the happiest time, but they didn't know when everything changed.

Even now, it seems that everything is back, but listening to the sound of the river outside, she feels the slight turbulence of the ship's hull, and she even has a dreaming feeling.

But, after a while, the dream, as if to wake up.

Because it's too late, we must take the little princess down.

Aunt Tongyun was already about a quarter of an hour later than usual, walked in cautiously, and after reporting to the emperor and concubine, she hugged her still triumphantly.

When going out, Xinping was the same as every time in the past, facing the door that was gradually closing, she continued to hold out her small hand to grasp it.

Only this time, she could speak: "Father...Mother..."

Aunt Tongyun smiled bitterly, hugged her, and whispered: "His Royal Highness, don't be willful this time. Your Majesty, it's hard to come here once."

"Woo..."

"Your mother and concubine, you have suffered a lot of grievances these days, let them stay for a while."

After speaking, he hugged Cao Ping and left.

As soon as the door closed, there were only two of them left in the room.

Nan Yan sat on the couch.

And Zhu Feng, sitting by the bed.

The two looked up at each other.

There was only one candlestick left in the room. The light was not too bright. It could barely illuminate the faces of two people. Zhu Feng was thinner because of the busy days.

Nan Yan has lost a lot of weight.

Both were silent for a while.

In the past, it was obviously countless times. There would be no such silence when facing each other. Zhu Feng always hugged her to bed without saying anything. Then, it was like a dream.

But now, everything seems to be a long, long time ago, and Nan Yan even felt that he had never experienced it before.

She just sat there blankly.

I don't know how long it took, Zhu Feng suddenly said: "Why, do you want me to serve you?"

"..."

This sentence seemed to express a little anger.

"Don't dare."

Nan Yan could only stand up and walk over carefully.

Zhu Feng stood up and asked her to take off the clothes for herself. After the clothes were hung up, she made the bed again.

Zhu Feng lay on the bed, looking at her with drooping eyelids, with an indifferent, even cool expression, and said: "You are not willing to serve me?"

"..."

Nan Yan looked up at him.

He whispered: "The emperor, the emperor has confessed, the emperor... can't be tired, rest more."

"..."

"My lord, let's rest early."

"..."

Zhu Feng looked at her in silence for a long time before saying: "I, originally I just stayed with you and rested."

After speaking, he moved a bit inward and closed his eyes.

"..."

Nan Yan stood on the bed in silence, looked at him for a long time, and confirmed that he had no intention of doing anything. Then, he carefully took off his coat, leaving only a thin stool. Lie down on the bed.

Lying beside him.

The bed is of course big enough, but if two people lie down like this, they cannot be too far apart.

She quickly felt that the familiar breath emanating from Zhu Feng's body and his body temperature were always much higher than ordinary people.

As if there was a stove beside him.

In the past, in winter, being by his side always felt very warm.

But now, Nan Yan felt very cold in her heart.

With her back to him, she slowly curled up and hugged herself, as if she was shrinking into a small ball, which was impossible for people to touch and naturally could not hurt.

But for some reason, even if she did this, she still felt uncomfortable.

It hurts in my heart.

The pain caused her to twitch slightly, shaking gently under the quilt.

A tear fell from the corner of his eyes.

The night gradually got deeper.

In the chaotic dream, she obviously couldn't feel anything, but she was still crying. The tears fell drop by drop, dripped into her hair, and disappeared suddenly.

Only the feeling of heartache is still there.

And just as she kept crying in her dream, the body behind her seemed to slowly turn around to face her.

A big warm hand lightly covered her thin shoulder.