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

As soon as she appeared, the harmonious atmosphere between the few people immediately became a little stiff.

These days, Nan Yan was able to control her emotions and expressions, but she couldn't help but smile at her, and her expression slowly sank.

She turned her head and looked at the surface of the river.

Only Xu Miaoyin, still keeping a calm expression, nodded to her: "Libi is here too."

"Yes."

"I heard that you are sick these days. Are you better?"

"Thank you Empress Empress for your concern, my concubine is much better."

"That's good," Xu Miaoyin said, and glanced at her from the corner of her eye: "Catch up well and don't walk around. If you don't go out these days, the illness will be cured, so this illness will also be found."

"..."

Hearing these words, the fake smile on Feng Shu's face stiffened slightly.

And Xu Miaoyin turned his head faintly, and looked at the misty river surface like Nan Yan.

"..."

Standing behind them, Feng Shu almost couldn't hold on with the stiff smile on his face.

Xu Miaoyin's words were obviously mocking her.

She knew very well that as a queen, Xu Miaoyin seldom expressed her hostility to others publicly, even for people like Concubine Kang, Xu Miaoyin had nothing to blame for her attitude.

But she was like this to herself.

Of course, Nan Yan also felt Xu Miaoyin's attitude. She held on to the fence and glanced at Xu Miaoyin, only to see the empress point to the mountain in front and ask, "What mountain is that?"

Nan Yan hurriedly told her.

Since she was a child, she had listened to her grandmother traveling around talking about the past. Although she didn't leave the house, she had traveled through famous mountains and rivers in her heart. After meeting Zhu Feng, she also followed him around, and gained a lot of insight.

Therefore, I can answer Xu Miaoyin's question.

The two talked for a while, and the atmosphere gradually became harmonious.

However, after all, it was cold on the deck. After a while, both of them could not hold it. Zhu Chengxuan watched from the side and said softly: "Mother, noble concubine, let's go back to the cabin. It's cold outside. Be careful of catching cold."

"Also."

Xu Miaoyin nodded, and returned to the cabin with Nan Yan.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Feng Shu still standing behind him.

Xu Miaoyin frowned slightly: "Are you still there?"

This sentence was naturally another kind of blatant irony, and Feng Shu's face became paler.

But she still smiled and said, "Concubine, there are some things I want to say to the concubine."

"..."

Nan Yan frowned slightly and glanced at her.

She has something to tell herself?

What can you say?

Is it possible that, like before, want to come to myself, let myself "cooperate" with her, and share Zhu Feng's love?

Not to mention, Zhu Feng has never been indivisible, and her tactics alone have touched everyone in the harem.

Nan Yan said lightly: "My palace is tired."

After speaking, he turned to Xu Miaoyin and said: "The empress, let's go in."

"Ok."

Seemingly satisfied with her attitude, Xu Miaoyin nodded, and the two of them walked into the cabin together without looking at Feng Shu.

Feng Shu stood there, watching their backs leave.

She clenched her teeth, and slowly clenched the hands hidden in her sleeves, and the blue veins on the back of her hands protruded.

She didn't know that the entire harem, almost all concubines, were hostile to her.

However, when Sinanyan was so favored at the time, Zhu Feng stayed in Yikun Palace day and night, and almost never pampered another concubine, everyone did not treat her like the present attitude toward themselves.

These days, I was ill. Concubine Kang, Yurong Gao, and their minions, every day looking for opportunities to "pass" in front of their house, they said something ironic.

Originally, in order to get Zhu Feng back, she got sick herself, it was just a means.

However, Zhu Feng did not come back.

Coupled with the irony of these people, she really fell ill.

These days, nesting in the room where the air is almost ventilated from all sides, she has never felt so tormented, even if she had experienced so much suffering as a child, she did not feel it.

Only during this time, she felt sad.

However, she has not given up!

Zhu Feng is, and belongs to her alone. She absolutely cannot let him go back to Sinanyan!

She slowly said, "I won't make you feel better!"

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Although facing Feng Shu coldly, Nan Yan became a little restless after returning to his room.

After all, they have not yet fully figured out what this woman is going to do.

What is she going to tell herself?

Could it be, what matters?

Thinking about this, she hesitated again, thinking about whether she should go back to Feng Shu again to see what she was going to say to herself.

At this moment, a familiar, crisp "Woo" sounded.

Looking up, Aunt Tongyun walked in holding Xiaoping.

As soon as she saw her daughter, Nan Yan's face immediately showed a comfortable smile, and when she saw her mother, Xiaoping also eagerly stretched out her hand towards her: "What, what!"

Aunt Tongyun smiled and said, "Niang, the little princess still recognizes the mother."

Nan Yan smiled and took her daughter over, feeling a sinking arm, and suddenly said: "Oh, why are you heavier so much?"

Aunt Tongyun said, "I just ate milk from the nurse."

"Eat so much, little pig!"

"Woohoo."

Xinping was almost one year old and could almost understand what an adult said. When he heard someone say he was a pig, he immediately pouted unhappy.

Nan Yan smiled and gave her a sip.

Smelling the fresh smell of her body, she said, "Did you take a shower?"

"Yes," said Aunt Tongyun: "I originally planned not to wash it today, but the little princess crawled on the ground for a long time while people were not paying attention. Her hands and feet were gray, and her clothes were dirty. She didn't let her play. To cry, the slave and maidservant saw that this was not possible, so she took her to a bath."

"Also. It's fragrant."

Nan Yan smiled, grabbed her daughter's fleshy little hand, and kissed it.

However, when I saw my daughter's palm, she frowned again: "Auntie, why is her hand still gray?"

"Huh? Didn't you wash it?"

Aunt Tongyun came over, took the little princess's hand and wiped it, and then said: "Manny, this is not gray."

"Oh?"

Nan Yan frowned, and carefully opened Xiaoping's hand, looking at her tender palm.

I wiped it several times, but it was not clean.

It turned out that her palm was a little bit of gray, not dust.

Aunt Tongyun looked at it carefully for a while and said, "Manny, this seems to be a birthmark."