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

At this moment, deep in the palace.

Zhu Feng, who was lying on the bed, slowly opened his eyes.

In the huge palace, the candle flames can be extinguished, giving people the illusion of the mountain shaking. After Zhu Feng opened his eyes, he did not move immediately, but stared at the curtain above his head blankly.

Without saying a word, even watching it for a long time without a sound.

Then, he sat up slowly.

In the palace, besides him, there was another person, Heyi who was sitting on the chair beside him, resting his eyes with one hand on his forehead.

In the past few days, he has not closed his eyes.

It was also tonight that I felt that Zhu Feng's situation had stabilized a little bit, and his gong body was really unable to support him, so he barely closed his eyes and took a rest.

Zhu Feng sat on the edge of the bed and looked at his pale jade face quietly.

He made no sound, not even the sound of breathing. Slowly got up, opened the door and walked out.

In Beiping in winter, the cold wind howled and the sky was sealed by snow and ice.

Zhu Feng was wearing only a thin coat, walking in such a cold world, but he didn't seem to feel the chill at all, even the top of his head kept sweating outside.

Because at this moment, what he saw in his eyes was not the ice and snow.

But the sky is full of yellow sand.

That feeling almost suffocated him, and the karmic fire in his heart continued to soar and burn with the whistling of the wind, almost rushing from the soles of his feet to the forehead.

Hot, so hot!

The killing intent full of heart is constantly churning along with the heat.

She looked to the left, then to the right, and looked around, but she didn't see any figures, but there was only a trace of clarity in her heart. He knew that he was looking for an exit, or someone else.

who is it?

Where is she?

"where are you……"

His low voice came from his throat with the feeling of a beast roaring, which was startling.

But, perhaps fortunately, there is no one around.

Worried that his condition would be found out by people outside the palace, and some people had the opportunity to take advantage of it. Empress Xu Miaoyin, He Yi, and Ye Wei had already ordered the deportation of all the nearby palace residents.

Therefore, there is no one everywhere, and Zhu Feng walking in such a palace, on the contrary, he seems to be on the desert.

"where are you……"

He is like a trapped beast, unable to find a way out, yet he refuses to give up. He can only mutter continuously, and walk forward step by step.

Passed through countless pavilions, Qionglou Yuyu.

In his vague vision, he saw a door in front of him, which was different from the prosperous chaos of other places. Although the door was also crimson, it looked very new, but it was indescribable. A deep and deserted feeling.

That feeling attracted him to walk slowly.

Reaching out and pushing open the door, with a "creak", the hoarse and long sound gradually spread through the night.

...

At this time, Nan Yan, like Zhu Feng before, was lying flat on the bed, with a pale and haggard face, expressionless, staring straight at the curtain above his head.

But her heart is not blank.

It's a thousand things, all tangled together.

At this time, she also knew very well that she was standing on the edge of the cliff. She might fall to pieces without knowing when, but before that, she still did what she wanted to do.

She protected her man.

In the past, it was him who single-handedly smashed into the camp of the Yue country, and even smashed into the territory of the country to rescue herself. Every time she looked at him like that, she felt heartbeat and heartache.

There is also a little bit of unevenness.

It seemed that he would only cause trouble for him, and he, except for twisting himself, had always carried everything silently, as the king of a country, to experience the dangers that the king of a country should not experience.

This time, I finally had a little use for myself.

Thinking of this, a little smile appeared on her face.

I am not totally useless, let alone the kind of woman who holds the mentality of "preventing me from being shocked, from suffering, and from having no branches to rely on", only to hide in the shade of a man and enjoy.

As his imperial concubine, I can bear the burden of my own reputation and status.

I not only protected him, but also the country.

just……

Until now, Zhu Feng has not yet woken up.

Thinking of this, her eyebrows frowned again.

Of course she knew that Zhu Feng’s body was originally very strong, even if he was cut a few times on the battlefield, and the blood was flowing, he could stand unshakably; but sometimes, some people’s shells are getting stronger. Hardness means that his heart is more fragile.

Because the heart is fragile, it is necessary to build a hard shell to protect yourself.

And he...

What is hidden in his past, his nightmare?

As I was thinking, suddenly I heard a sound of footsteps. This cold palace has always been deserted. If it hadn't been for Mother Su or Qin Ruolan, no one would come here.

In the middle of the night, they won't come either.

who is it?

Nan Yan subconsciously sat up and saw a tall figure standing outside the door. The familiar silhouette made her eyes widen.

Before he could open his mouth, the door had been pushed open.

The icy cold wind swept the broken snow and broke into this room at once, and Nan Yan watched the figure who kept lingering in front of her eyes, whether she was awake or in a dream, appeared in front of her. .

He walked to his bed.

It was dark all around, but his eyes were surprisingly bright. When he stared at him, it seemed that his eyes had condensed into a solid body.

Look at one place on his body, that place, it's hot.

"emperor……"

Nan Yan was completely stupid, and lightly opened Tankou, spit out these two words that could not be believed.

And the tall figure suddenly leaned down, holding her firmly.

"...!"

Breathing, choked.

The heartbeat also stopped.

She was suddenly surrounded by the familiar breath, held by those powerful big hands, and pressed tightly into his arms, as if every time in the past, he gently embraced himself and breathed in his ears.

All the sweet memories of the two people, at this moment, came to life in her mind.

"emperor……?"

Her tears flowed out all of a sudden.

you're awake?

Have you come to me?

You are all right, right?

She wanted to ask, but before she had time to speak, she suddenly felt something was wrong.

His hug--

In the past, although his hugs were also very forceful, as if he wanted to blend himself into his flesh and blood, but even with enthusiasm, there was a little restraint.

After all, he is so powerful.

But now, he doesn't seem to be restrained.

The hands were like iron tongs, harder and harder.

Nan Yan felt that he couldn't breathe, and his whole body seemed to shatter in his arms.