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

Zhu Feng stood up and glared at her again: "Ah what?"

"No, nothing."

He had already spoken, and he couldn’t say anything about going back. He could only follow him obediently. When he walked out the door, he saw Ran Xiaoyu still outside looking forward to it, probably because he was afraid that she would suffer. Anxious.

When the two people came out together, there was joy on their faces, and they hurriedly came forward to salute.

"Meet the emperor."

"Ok."

Zhu Feng didn't look at her much either, he just walked forward with his hands behind his back, and Nan Yan made a wry smile at Ran Xiaoyu, and hurriedly followed.

After a while, they walked into the garden.

Speaking of which, I haven't been here for a year.

The last time I came here--Nan Yan had a big belly, and after experiencing a series of chaotic changes, she was born with care and peace.

And now, Xinping can speak, and can run around holding the wall.

time runs fast.

She walked behind Zhu Feng, looked at the tall figure in front of her, and walked past the familiar scenery around her. For a moment, she was also a little bit embarrassed.

At this time, Zhu Feng's footsteps stopped.

Nan Yan looked up and looked over his shoulder. They were stopping at the door of the familiar golden building in the garden.

Golden House...

When Nan Yan saw this exquisite pavilion, scenes of past scenes immediately appeared in front of Nan Yan's eyes.

When Zhu Feng saw this pavilion, he was a little lost.

"here is--"

"This is the Jinlou, and the Jinlou Courtyard is named after it."

"Oh……"

He raised his head and looked up. As before, the doors and windows on the first and second floors were open. Only the third floor had doors and windows closed.

Zhu Feng said: "What's on it."

"what?"

Nan Yan was stunned.

She thought that when she came to the Golden Tower this time, even if Zhu Feng couldn’t remember anything, the people serving here should have told him the general situation, but she didn’t expect it, because not long after they arrived in Crane City, the rebels would rush. At this point, the fierce battle began.

The officials in Crane City were busy arranging troops, mobilizing food and grass, and defending against the rebels. Where could there be free time to accompany the emperor in the garden?

And Zhu Feng, because of his depression, would not care about the scenery in this garden, so naturally he would not ask too much.

Therefore, he still knows almost nothing about this.

Nan Yan's heart couldn't help but move.

She remembered that a year ago, she had accompanied Zhu Feng to come here, and the two of them went upstairs and saw the box left by Emperor Gao.

This is the memory they have experienced together.

If you experience it again, will it be--

Although Ye Xun meant that Zhu Feng’s medicine is very powerful. He was treated with medicine when he was in his teens, and he has not recovered any memory until he was in his thirties. This time, the possibility of his recovery is even greater. Minimal.

But Nanyan still wanted to give it a try.

Even if--

Relive old dreams?

Thinking of this, she said softly: "The emperor, do you want to go up and have a look?"

Zhu Feng looked down at her.

Nan Yan whispered: "The concubine is willing to accompany the emperor to go up and see."

"..."

Zhu Feng was silent for a while, seeing a strange brilliance in her eyes, after thinking about it, he said, "Let's go."

A smile flashed in Nan Yan's eyes.

She immediately turned around and told Ran Xiaoyu not to follow, and Ran Xiaoyu naturally hoped that they would get along more, so as not to let others get on the ground first, she stepped aside and waited.

Then Nan Yan took another thing, and went forward: "The emperor, let's go."

"Ok."

So the two went upstairs together.

The layout here is still the same as before. There are many precious antiques in the open hall upstairs, and there are also famous handwritings on the walls.

Nan Yan subconsciously looked at a familiar corner.

That painting, as expected, was still there, and it was the scene I saw painted by Wu Yingqiu before, during the peace talks between Lao Guo and Yan Guo.

Although I had asked Wu Ying to ask for a copy of the painting, but now I see it, I still feel a little irritated and want to go over and take another look.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered that when Feng Shu saw the painting in Yikun Palace, she said that she had seen the people on it.

Even though that happened later, I didn't have time to ask again.

But now I think about it, I'm afraid there is an antecedent for this matter.

If you wait to return to Beiping in the future, you must find another opportunity to ask her.

"What are you thinking?"

Feeling she stopped at the top of the stairs, staring at a painting in the corner, Zhu Feng glanced at her, Nan Yan hurriedly retracted her gaze and shook her head: "Nothing."

"Then—let's go."

"Yes."

The two continued to walk up.

Arrived on the third floor.

Sure enough, as before, the door was locked.

Although, the most important box inside was stolen by King Beili before and opened, leaving only the gold ingot given to Wu Yingqiu by Emperor Gao, which is not worth much compared to the antique paintings placed downstairs. , But after all, it is a gift from the high emperor, and it is the basis for naming this place. It is of great significance and still very important.

There is nothing wrong with locking the door.

And when he saw the bright brass lock, Zhu Feng didn't know why, and a familiar feeling of sorrow and grief surged in his heart, as if - as expected.

Even though he has lost his memory, he has not forgotten the feeling of being turned away from the bottom of his heart.

A faint smile: "Nothing."

But just when he was about to give up, a figure flashed in front of him, and Nan Yan had already stepped forward, holding a black lacquer thing in his hand, and pointed at the brass lock.

"Crack!"

A loud noise sounded in the silent golden building, like thunder.

Zhu Feng was taken aback. She opened her eyes and saw that she didn't know when she took a brick in her hand. When she knocked it, the copper lock shivered. Of course, it was not so easy to be shot apart. Nan Yan didn't give up, and she swung it up again.

"Nanyan stop!"

As soon as Zhu Feng stretched out his hand, he took her thin body into his arms to stop her "violence."

strange.

To stop her, it's obvious to catch her hand, why did she keep her whole person so letting it go?

And, for some reason, this action is so smoothly done.

When he took her into his arms, Zhu Feng was still a little confused, but he immediately lowered his head and said, "What are you doing?!"

Nan Yan looked up at him.

"The emperor wants to go in, doesn't he?"

"..."

"Since Emperor Gao did not let people in, the concubine broke the lock and the emperor could enter."

"you--"

Seeing that she was about to rush forward again, Zhu Feng was a little bit dumbfounded and forced her to imprison her in his arms: "Don't mess around!"

This, where is a mother, or what a concubine should do.

But for some reason, this feeling—the feeling of being protected by someone—is a bit familiar.

Let him feel refreshed from the bottom of his heart.