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

Zhu Feng teased his daughter in Furongju for a while, and brought dinner to the kitchen while taking pictures.

But I didn't expect the emperor to be here.

Everyone didn't know what to say for a while, especially after counting the bowls and chopsticks on the table, Zhu Feng's brows frowned slightly, Nan Yan hurriedly said softly, "The emperor, don't get me wrong."

"Ok?"

"Little Monk Mingxin spent the past couple of days with my concubine."

According to the etiquette, Mingxin can’t go to the concubine’s table, but he is the savior of his daughter after all, and at such a young age, Nan Yan doesn’t care about him. It’s a lively meal for a few people at a table, let her Very happy.

But the emperor is here, like this--

Zhu Feng was quiet, then looked back at Mingxin, who had been standing beside him carefully, so well-behaved that he didn't even dare to breathe a breath, and said, "Sit up."

"Little monk dare not."

"Do you dare to listen to what I said."

"No, I dare not."

"That's not going to sit up."

"……Yes."

Mingxin could only walk over and pull away the stool and climb up on her own.

Xin Ping, who was on the side, was already hungry. At this time, she also proficiently reached out to Ran Xiaoyu, and Ran Xiaoyu hugged her to her own seat.

Then, Zhu Feng also sat down.

After sitting down, he looked up at Nanyan Road again: "Sit down."

"……Yes."

Nan Yan sat beside him obediently.

The atmosphere is weird and scary.

Mingxin is not a person in the palace after all. He may not know the rules in the palace yet. You must know that ordinary people cannot be at the same table with the emperor. Even more arrogant, Zhu Feng also let him sit down before himself.

Zhu Feng glanced at the food on the table, and then said, "Add another pair of tableware."

The people in the imperial dining room hurried down.

After a while, Zhu Feng's bowls and chopsticks were sent.

Zhu Feng said: "Eat."

As soon as the voice fell, Xin Ping immediately opened his mouth to Ran Xiaoyu who was on the side: "Again!"

Zhu Feng was taken aback for a moment: "What did she say?"

Nan Yan only said softly: "It's'meat.' She hasn't been able to say the word accurately yet."

Sure enough, she saw Ran Xiaoyu picking up a piece of soft stewed meat and sending it to her mouth. He chewed carefully and happily, eating with satisfaction.

Seeing her doing this, she felt full of fragrance before she had eaten it.

Zhu Feng's eyes became more gentle, and the corners of his mouth were even a little curved. However, when he turned his head and looked at the other side of the round table, he saw a small bald head popped up in front of Mingxin, with only a bowl in front of him. Light green tofu.

Although the table is full of good dishes, the child eats very honestly, and doesn't even look at the meat.

Nan Yan felt his gaze and glanced at Mingxin, and then said softly: "He is a monk, so my concubine specially asked the kitchen to prepare the food for him."

Zhu Feng was silent for a while, but then said to Mingxin: "How can I only eat these when I am growing up?"

Holding the bowl, Mingxin opened his eyes with some horror: "But, the little monk is a monk."

"..."

Zhu Feng thought for a while, then turned around and ordered a few words to the person behind him. After a while, the Imperial Dining Room brought a bowl of tenderly stewed egg custard with a little sesame oil on it. The aroma was overflowing and it was delivered to Ming. In front of the heart.

Zhu Feng said: "Even if the egg is still vegetarian, eat it."

Mingxin is still a little ignorant, but remember that the monks in the temple have said that eggs are indeed not fishy, ​​but the temple is poor, and there is no money to buy him eggs. Even if he is greedy, he will not ask people.

So he said softly: "Thank you, thank you, the emperor."

After finishing speaking, he took a spoonful of the bowl and ate a spoonful of it. The fragrant smell made his eyes light up.

Zhu Feng couldn't help but smile.

Nan Yan sat aside, looking at the almost loving smile on his face, his heart was warm. Look at this table, there is Zhu Feng, Cao Ping, and a little boy.

It not only reminded her of the child who was lost here a year ago.

If at that time, I could keep that child, and myself and him, would he be able to have both children and enjoy such family happiness?

Thinking of this, I felt a little sour.

However, God is still very kind to her. Although so many things have happened this year, Zhu Feng has forgotten all the dust, and he was robbed by King Ning again, and his daughter almost fell into their hands, but after the storm, Can sit down and have a meal together.

Isn't this happiness?

Thinking of this, she picked up a piece of meat and gently put it into Zhu Feng's bowl.

Zhu Feng turned to look at her.

Nan Yan whispered: "The emperor eats too."

The two people looked at each other. Although there was nothing to say, they seemed to have tasted everything at that moment. Zhu Feng nodded gently: "Yeah."

A meal, quiet, but sweetly finished.

After a while, the sky became darker, and Ran Xiaoyu calmed down and rested with clarity and caution.

And the two people in the room suddenly became a little uneasy.

Especially Nanyan.

She took a careful look, Zhu Feng was still sitting on the couch, and had no intention of leaving by this time, is she going to stay here tonight?

but--

Is this really good?

The two are already husbands and wives. This kind of thing is common to her, but what about Zhu Feng? He has forgotten everything, even before, he didn't even remember that he was his concubine. Even now, if he knows it, he just knows it.

Such feelings will not come back automatically just because they know it.

And to do the gift of Zhou Gong with a woman who has no feelings, such a thing...

Nan Yan's heart was in a mess.

After a while, I felt that I was a little worried about myself. If he really wanted it, he had no position not to give it.

However, there is always an unspeakable taste in my heart.

At this moment, Zhu Feng's voice suddenly sounded in his ear: "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking about you tonight—"

He didn't finish speaking, he suddenly came to his senses, and said what he was thinking directly. Nan Yan immediately bit his tongue and looked up nervously, but saw that Zhu Feng had already walked in front of him.

The tall figure cast a thick shadow on himself.

It seemed that the whole person was covered by him.

Those eyes gleamed in the dim light.

He said: "Tonight, what?"

"Tonight, tonight—"

Nan Yan's face couldn't help but feel hot, and he didn't even dare to meet his eyes, and lowered his head subconsciously.

While Zhu Feng looked at her, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pinched her chin.

"What are you afraid of?"

"No--"

"No fear, why don't you dare to look at me?"

"No, no."

She finished speaking with her tongue, but she still dared not look at him.

I only felt him leaning down, getting closer and closer to him, and even his breath filled his face.

It made her cheeks hotter.

Nan Yan's hand was involuntarily under her body, grabbing the corner of her clothes tightly.