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

As soon as I looked up, I saw the familiar door of the house.

At this time, someone said: "Is the person coming here?"

If this was to the "concubine empress", it could be regarded as rude, Ran Xiaoyu's brows immediately frowned, and several Jinyiwei around him also showed anger.

However, Nan Yan raised his hand and stopped them.

Then he took a step forward and walked to the thin old man in a white-washed blue cloth gown. This man is about sixty years old, with gray hair and wrinkled face, frowning, showing dissatisfaction. , And even a hostile expression.

Nan Yan said calmly: "Yes, this palace is the noble concubine."

"..."

"Does the elderly have anything to tell this palace?"

When I heard that she was really a noble concubine, the old man's face showed a hint of anger, and said: "Then, what is the noble concubine doing here?"

"Naturally come to mourn the Jian family."

"Condolence?"

A look of disdain flashed in the old man’s eyes, and he said coldly: “The Jian family suffered from this misfortune, and the people in the grass are very painful. Why didn’t the court give us an explanation, but just let the imperial concubine come to express our condolences? Let the dead rest in peace?"

What he said was obviously angry.

The people around were affected by his words, and they all showed an aggrieved expression, whispering: "Yes, we want an explanation."

"The imperial concubine is here to express condolences, can this matter pass?"

"The Jian family can't die so unclearly!"

When Ran Xiaoyu heard these provocative words, he immediately became angry: "You--"

Nan Yan stretched out her hand once again to stop her, turned her head to look at the old man, and said calmly: "Old man, and everyone, for the Jian family's injustice, this palace can understand, but --"

Her tone suddenly rose, and said: "The dead are the greatest!"

The noise of the crowd was overwhelmed by these four words, and everyone fell silent.

Nan Yan continued: "Since you are all scholars, you should also be able to make sense. If you have any words, it will not be too late for the palace to mourn the dead."

Everyone was speechless by her words.

The old man was a little angry, but he could only step aside.

Nan Yan took Ran Xiaoyu and the others in.

This mansion was moved to Beiping by the people of the Jian family following the emperor. It was probably because of old Jian’s temperament that even the gate hall chose a mansion that was exactly the same as the previous one. When you walk in, you can see it. Some bamboos were planted here.

However, that warm and elegant atmosphere has long since disappeared.

Seeing this house, Nan Yan had already understood something in her heart, and she couldn't help but blush.

Go all the way to the mourning hall in front.

The place was white, like a cold snow cave, with white streamers fluttering on both sides, as if countless figures were shaking, but when Nan Yan looked carefully, only those cold names on the spiritual position could be seen——

Jane Tongguang.

Jian Ruojun.

Also, Mrs. Jiahe Shao, and Xiao Yu, who hadn't even had time to get his name.

Seeing this and understanding, Nan Yan couldn't help it anymore, tears streaming down.

"Manny!"

Ran Xiaoyu was afraid that she would be too grief and affect her body, so she hurriedly supported her, but Nan Yan forced her grief, and under her service, gave the Jian family incense.

There is a difference between respect and inferiority, and she cannot bow down.

I can only stand in the center of the mourning hall and look at the white flags that are constantly flying. Those cold coffins are filled with people from the Jian family, who gave herself warmth when she was in the most difficult and painful time. People who gave themselves strength.

They are all good people.

But got this fate.

God, it's so unfair!

She clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and said word by word: "I will not let you die in vain, and I must pay the price for killing your people! Definitely!"

Ran Xiaoyu whispered: "Manny, don't be too sad."

Nan Yan stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from the corner of his eyes, then turned to look to the other side.

The Jian family has been wiped out, and now the guardian here is a student of Jian Tongguang. During the previous period in Jian's house, Nan Yan also met with these people, and they are very familiar.

Several students knelt in front of the brazier, crying.

One of them raised his head, looked at Nan Yan, and said, "Emperor Concubine, please be fair to the teacher, they, they are too miserable!"

Nan Yan nodded, and said softly, "You guys, sorry."

"Yes."

Nan Yan looked back at those spiritual positions, and then said, "By the way, have you seen the second son come back these few days?"

The student shook his head and said, "No."

"..."

"Since he left, he has never returned."

Of course Nan Yan knew that by "leaving" he meant that Jian Ruocheng had left and followed King Ning to Changqing City.

At that time, he probably never thought that this parting would be a farewell.

Nan Yan's eyes turned redder. She looked at the back of the lobby and asked, "Is anyone in there?"

"No, since this happened, no one has been there anymore."

"..."

"We have never been in either."

"Then, can I go in and have a look?"

"Please, please."

Nan Yan left a few Jinyiwei here, and walked back with Ran Xiaoyu through the lobby.

This house is really exactly the same as the old house in Jinling, and even some porches are the same as before, looking very elegant.

But now, there is a deep breath of life.

Moreover, because no one lives, there are naturally no lights, and the sky is getting darker, and after walking for a while, they almost lose sight of the way forward.

Ran Xiaoyu supported her and said softly: "Manny, do you want to go inside?"

"..."

"Here, there will be nothing."

"..."

"Let's go back."

Nan Yan didn't speak, but stood on the promenade and looked ahead. Suddenly, she saw a dark darkness, as if a little light flashed in a room.

But immediately, it darkened.

South flue: "What is that?"

As she said, she hurried forward. Ran Xiaoyu was afraid that she would fall, and hurriedly came over to help her. The two of them walked to a courtyard.

The courtyard is large, spacious, but simple, with doors and windows closed, and it is dark.

Ran Xiaoyu said: "Manny, what did you see?"

Nan Yan didn't speak, and walked forward directly, reaching out and pushing open two doors.

With a squeak, there was a cold smell in the room. They could see at a glance that there were bookcases inside against the wall, and many ancient books were neatly stacked on them. They knew it was a Jian Tongguang room. .

But there is no one.

Nan Yan murmured: "How could...?"

Ran Xiaoyu said softly: "Manny, you are afraid that you have made a mistake."

"..."

"There is no one here anymore."

Nan Yan's nose was sour, and tears almost came up again.

Just when her tears were dim, she suddenly found that the still candlestick on the table, the candle's heart was emitting a faint, almost invisible light smoke.