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

Nan Yan said: "Xiaoyu, actually Yun Ting she—"

"Okay," Ran Xiaoyu interrupted her coldly: "It's useless to talk about people like her. But you, don't you care?"

Nan Yan was a little surprised: "Me? What do I care about?"

Ran Xiaoyu looked at her for a while, and said lightly: "No matter, whoever feels distressed will know."

"..."

Nan Yan watched her coldly walk to the side and sit down, as if not prepared to pay attention to her, and she was a little bit startled for a while.

Who is distressed, who knows.

She subconsciously reached out and touched her chest—of course.

It seems that just now, when she saw Xia Yunting walk in, she also seemed to feel a little cramp. Of course, it is not particularly painful.

Like, ants bite.

Although these days, she has long been used to it, and she tried her best to convince herself not to think about it anymore, not to read it again.

But this kind of almost imperceptible pain always came out when she was not alert.

But she thought, soon, this kind of pain will disappear.

In the evening, when she was about to rest, Ye Wei suddenly walked in from outside: "Nan Yan, the emperor told you to go there for the night."

Nan Yan was taken aback: "Huh?"

It has been a while since she was promoted to the female officer of Shangbao, and she has not been allowed to go to the night.

She thought that she would get rid of that sleepless day from now on, so why did she suddenly call her over tonight?

She hesitated for a moment and said, "Is it really called me?"

Ye Xun couldn't help but laughed: "I didn't ask you to call someone, hurry up and go with me."

Nan Yan had no choice but to tidy up a bit, and followed Ye Xu in Ran Xiaoyu's thoughtful eyes. When he was outside the Wuying Hall, Ye Yu thought for a while and said, "Your Majesty, these It seems that I haven't slept well, and I feel a little angry. Be careful when you serve."

Nan Yan remembered his anger during the day and only nodded slightly.

Ye Xu walked away.

Nan Yan walked to the door, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door of Wuying Hall.

As soon as the door opened, another cold light flashed in front of him.

Her heart missed a beat.

Taking a closer look, it was Zhu Feng who was sitting on the edge of the bed, carefully wiping his stainless steel sword with a piece of silk. As in the past, before falling asleep, he would carefully wipe the long sword. Although he has become the emperor now, he no longer has to go to battle to kill the enemy, but every time he looks at the cold-shot blade, he will remember the past. That period of gold and iron horses.

Only at this time, Nan Yan would see a cluster of flames in his deep pupils.

Zhu Feng didn't look up, "Close the door."

Nan Yan hurried in and closed the door.

After a while, the long sword was wiped clean, and Zhu Feng put it in its sheath, then raised his head and glanced at Nan Yan, and said in a deep voice, "Can't come?"

Nan Yan walked over gently.

As in the past, he lay down on the bed and let himself sit by the bed.

The two people were only a few minutes away, and soon, he could hear the sound of his even breathing slowly coming under the dim light.

Nan Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this moment in the curtain, Zhu Feng slowly opened his eyes.

Originally thought that he should be able to let go of everything in his mind when he became the emperor and his long-cherished wish was fulfilled, but that nightmare still haunted him.

Therefore, he summoned Sinanyan again.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a little disappointed, especially thinking that at noon today, I saw her figure shaking outside for a while, but in the end, she didn't come in.