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

She just wants to relive the old dream.

After so many years, she has been looking forward to it for so many years, and finally hoped to this day.

Thinking of this, she took a deep breath, raised her hand and pushed open the door of the Imperial Study Room, and a faint fragrance immediately floated out of the room.

It is the relaxing sandalwood, accompanied by a wisp of light smoke, slowly rising from the incense burner, and then dispersed in the air, while Zhu Feng, just behind the table, in the light smoke, he raised his head Looking at Qin Ruolan, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

"You came."

As soon as he saw his smile, Qin Ruolan felt that no matter how wronged he was, it was worth it.

"emperor."

She stepped forward slowly and walked to Zhu Feng's side to take a look. There were a lot of memorials piled up on the table in front of him, and some of them had been reviewed, and many were left aside.

Although Zhu Feng hasn't fully recovered yet, his temperament does not seem to have changed at all.

Has begun to deal with government affairs.

It's just that He Yi, the most important part of government affairs, has not been put in front of him for the time being.

It involves what happened on the altar of worship.

Also, in the front harem, many people played, demanding that the imperial concubine be punished.

Now that the imperial concubine has been robbed, the news is of course unavoidable. At least Cheng Guogong and the others already know it, but they are afraid that what will happen next is a catastrophe.

Although Zhu Feng hadn't fully thought of this incident now, it was already very difficult for him to deal with these various memorials and so many things that happened every day in the Great Yan Dynasty.

After all, he has not fully recovered his sanity.

"It's fine if you come."

Zhu Feng faced her with a happy expression on his face, with one hand on his forehead, and said: "I have a headache now."

Upon hearing what he said, Qin Ruolan hurriedly walked to him.

Said softly, "Since the emperor has a headache, don't deal with these things."

"No, there are still very political issues, piled up like a mountain."

"emperor……"

Qin Ruolan looked at the hanging needle patterns on his eyebrows, feeling distressed.

When Mingming just woke up before, his expression was still so relaxed and his eyes were clear, the whole person even recovered a youthful atmosphere, which made her think of the young King Yan.

Moreover, during those two days, they were also together every day.

In an instant, Qin Ruolan seemed to have returned to their teenage years, playing together and frolicking together every day. Those were the beautiful years they had experienced.

However, she was too happy too early.

In the middle, after all, more than ten years have passed.

Soon, Zhu Feng accepted his current status. Although he has not fully remembered everything, his responsibility for the government is in his bones. Naturally, he began to spend more time dealing with government affairs.

In this way, even if two people stay together, there is less time to get close.

Fortunately, he was still affectionate towards her.

Qin Ruolan stepped forward, reached out and pressed the hand he was going to take the pen, and said softly: "The emperor..."

"Ok?"

"The concubine finally came to see the emperor, so the emperor should not always read the memorials."

"..."

"Furthermore, government affairs are carried out every day and can't be handled."

"..."

"The emperor should take a rest first. When the concubine just walked through the imperial garden, he saw a red plum in the garden. It was very beautiful. The emperor and concubine should go and have a look together, okay?"

"..."

Zhu Feng looked at her and then at the memorial on the table.

Indeed, the latter gave himself a splitting headache.

So he sighed and said, "Well, I'll go out with you for a walk. It's good to get some air."

Qin Ruolan laughed happily, took his big clothes from the hanger, and walked over to put them on for him, but he didn't fix it for a long time while tying the belt.

Zhu Feng looked down and said, "Your hand is born."

"..."

Qin Ruolan was stunned.

He said he was born.

Is it because he still remembers that they used to help him organize clothes like this in the past?

At this time, the belt was fastened, and Zhu Feng said, "Let's go."

"Yes."

Qin Ruolan followed him closely and walked out of the Imperial Study Room.

Although it was icy and snowy outside, the coldness made Zhu Feng feel more comfortable. He took a deep breath and stretched his waist by the way.

Then, looking at the ice and snow world outside.

This piece of world belongs to oneself.

After waking up, he slowly accepted this fact. Although this feeling was familiar, he felt that his soul had not yet fully returned to its place.

It is indeed necessary to gradually get acquainted with this world.

"You said, where is that red plum?"

"just in front."

Qin Ruolan said, stepping forward, carefully reaching out and holding his sleeves, and said softly: "The emperor and concubine, let's go over."

"Ok."

Zhu Feng went to the Imperial Garden with her.

Two rows of footprints were left on the snow.

Qin Ruolan glanced back inadvertently, and she was instantly filled with joy. She raised her head to look at Zhu Feng, and the sweetness in her eyes was almost overflowing.

However, walking along, she found that Zhu Feng was going another way.

So he pulled his sleeve slightly.

"emperor."

"Ok?"

Zhu Feng looked back at her.

Qin Ruolan smiled and said, "We are going to the other side. The Hongmei that my concubine just said is behind that wall."

As she said, she reached out and pointed.

As soon as Zhu Feng looked up, he saw a red wall in front of which was covered with thick snow. Behind the red wall, a red plum blossomed very brilliantly, like a flame in the snow.

Just looking at it from a distance, I feel very beautiful.

But he said: "I want to go over there first."

"what?"

Qin Ruolan was a little surprised.

But after all, it was the emperor who spoke, and she didn't dare to stop, she could only respond and obediently followed Zhu Feng to the other side.

Here, it is a slope, because there are no houses, it is less traveled, and the snow is much thicker than elsewhere.

Zhu Feng walked over and climbed up the slope, reaching out to fish a ball of snow from the snow.

"Emperor, be careful of being cold."

Seeing Zhu Feng's hand immediately turned red from the cold, Qin Ruolan was distressed, but Zhu Feng didn't feel cold at all, pinched the ball of snow in his hand, and then threw it down the slope.

The small snow ball rolled down, and after a while, it rolled into a snowball.

Qin Ruolan laughed at this scene.

In the past, Zhu Feng and her when they were teenagers often played like this.

So he smiled and walked forward: "Come, too."

However, just as she was about to reach out to fish for the snow on the ground, she saw Zhu Feng frowning, and suddenly reached out and covered her forehead: "Ah--"

"Emperor, what's wrong with you?"

Qin Ruolan changed his face in fright, and hurriedly helped him: "Is it uncomfortable there?"

"I have a headache—"

Zhu Feng said, clenching his teeth, constantly resisting the pain in his head like a knife.